Group sex, creampie, Their friendly threesome leads to much more


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Group sex, creampie, Their friendly threesome leads to much more.

“Hon, wake up. Susan’s gone.”

Melissa awoke and stretched, the bed sheet falling to expose one lovely breast. “Uh? Gone? Where did she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

Melissa yawned, trying to clear her head. Slowly she recalled the events of last night, then covered her eyes.

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“Oh God,” she groaned. “What did we do?”

I touched her arm. “We got a little carried away.”

“I’ll say. What were we thinking?”

Melissa groaned again. “Susan left? That’s bad. I have to talk to her. She’s probably so embarrassed.”

“Somehow I don’t think Susan gets embarrassed that easily.”

“You don’t know her,” said Melissa. “We’ve been friends forever. She’s a little wild sometimes, but she’s no slut. She probably feels pretty weird right now.” “At the very least,” I said, “But Melissa, how are YOU feeling about it?”

Melissa laid back in the bed and thought. “I don’t know. I should be horrified, right? First we all get naked, and then she winds up in bed with us. But I think I actually feel okay about it. I never thought we’d ever do anything like that, but things just went so naturally. It seemed right.”

It was a relief to that from Melissa. When I first met her, she could barely look at a guy Her outrageously strict parents had poisoned her mind against men and all things sexual. But Melissa had read, learned and was finding her own morals for living. Now she fought through the shame and fear instilled by her upbringing. Though sheer determination, Melissa had pushed her boundaries and grown. I supported her through it all and challenged her where I could. Her personal strength astonished me, as was her growing desire for sex. As she slowly freed herself, Melissa developed into the most loving, lust-filled woman I’d ever known, and I was the grateful target of her passion and curiosity.

I said, “I thought you’d need a lot more time to think things over.”

“Well,” she said, “I thought about things a lot last night. After you and Susan woke me up when you fucked the second time.”

I said, “Oh, uh, yeah. I was going to tell you about that…”

“I know. You screwed her a second time.”

“Well, it was more like she screwed me. When I woke up Susan was already on top of me.”

“And I bet you fought really hard to push her off too,” said Melissa, nudging me in the ribs.

“I… at first I thought it was you, Melissa. I couldn’t see anything and you wake me up like that a lot, you know.”

“You thought it was me? That’s so sweet! But then you realized it was Susan and…”

“…and I couldn’t stop her. I just… didn’t want to. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry! I practically pushed you on her the first time. I think that means you had permission last night.”

“So you were awake and just let us do it?”

“Uh huh. Pretty hard to sleep with you two shaking the bed and moaning like that.”

“Oh? I thought we were being really quiet.”

“You weren’t. Anyway, it’s okay. Last night was… special. It had been such a long time since Susan had been with anyone. She never stopped telling me about it. And she has a little crush on you, you know. I’m just glad we could make her happy.”

“Happy, huh?” I said. “Not exactly the word I’d use. So Melissa, what does this mean?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you’re okay with me sleeping with other women now? I can hit the bars and sleep with anyone I want?”

Melissa wrinkled her nose. “No! Of course not.”

“Then what, Melissa?”

She considered. “Well, Susan’s my best friend. You’re my boyfriend. It was something just between us.”

“So if I slept with anyone else…”

“I’d cut off your nuts and leave you forever.”

“Melissa!”

“It’s true. I’m not sharing you. You’re the only good guy I’ve ever found. But Susan… well, she’s not anyone. We’ve always told each other everything, shared everything.” She paused. “Last night we all just went too far. But it’s not like it’s ever going to happen again. She just really needed some, uh, attention last night.”

“I think I get it,” I said. “But look, I’ve got this good friend Ralph who’s always wanted to screw you…”

Melissa gasped, “That’s awful! I’m not sleeping with any of your friends.”

“Good. Just so we’re clear. You were okay ‘sharing’ me with your best friend, but I’m not okay sharing you at all, okay? You are mine.”

“Okay,” said Melissa, and kissed me. “I don’t want anyone else. Besides, it was just one night. Oh! I have to call her!”

Melissa found her phone. “She’s offline and not answering.” She said looked at the time. “Oh! We slept in. I’ll be late for yoga. I’ll talk to Susan there.”

“You told me Susan was in your yoga class.”

“Yeah, but it took a lot of persuading. Look, why don’t you go home and get a change of clothes? Can you come back later for dinner?”

I hugged her. “Of course. It’s Saturday. Where else would I be but with you?”

~~~~

I walked the few blocks to my apartment building, thinking about Susan. Months ago when I first the tall free spirited blonde I wanted her immediately, then just as immediately dismissed it. I thought no girl like her could never be interested in an ordinary guy like me. Plus, she was so outspoken and wild… I would bore her to death.

How wrong I was. Last night when Susan admitted she would have given me a chance, I could hardly believe it. And when I started seeing Melissa, Susan had started to develop a thing for me as Melissa told her her everything about me and everything we did. Images from last night filled my head: Susan getting naked with us, showering with us, watching me with Melissa, letting me eat her and then fuck her… it was all I could think about.

When I entered the lobby of my apartment building, Susan was there, waiting.

“Uh, Hi,” I said lamely. “What are you doing here? How did you know where I live?”

“Melissa pointed out your building to me once. And your name’s right on the directory. Can we talk a little?”

We rode up in the elevator in silence. Susan avoided my eyes.

As I let her into my apartment, I said “I’d apologize for the mess, but it’s always like this.”

Susan looked around. “Guys are all alike. You all need a maid. Or a mother.”

“Susan, have you talked to Melissa yet? She’s worried about you. She was going to meet you at yoga.”

“Oh, right. Yoga. I forgot about that. I don’t know why I let her sign me up for those things.”

She checked her phone. “Yeah, she’s left me a million messages.” She started sifting through all the texts and voice mail.

“Look,” I said, “call her. She’s probably not at her class yet. I need to grab a quick shower… I still haven’t cleaned up from last night. Make yourself at home, okay?”

Susan nodded as she dialed Melissa’s number.

In the shower, I tried to think. What was Susan doing here? Why did she just leave Melissa’s place without a goodbye?

The shower curtain opened and stepped in, naked.

She put her arms around me. “Melissa didn’t answer. And I didn’t have time to clean up either. Wash my back?” She looked at me hopefully.

Last night showering with Melissa and Susan was playful and erotic. This time it was just awkward. I soaped her up, unsure and hesitant. Still, I enjoyed the feel of her large breasts and tight bum and took the opportunity to admire every inch of her body when she closed her eyes to rinse under the spray. Susan in turn cleaned me and spent a few moments fondling me, but I had no reaction. It all felt strange and forced.

We dried off and when I went to find some clothes, Susan stopped me.

“Can we just stay naked for now?” she asked. “I really liked it last night. And like you said, it does make being open a lot easier, somehow.”

“Uh, sure, Susan. You know I’m comfortable with it. If you are.”

Naked, she pulled me back to the living room. We sat on my couch.

She said, “So, anyway, about last night…”

“I talked to Melissa this morning. She says she’s fine with everything that happened.”

“Are you sure? I was certain we’d have to rush her to therapy.”

“She doesn’t freak out about sex as much anymore. But yeah, I was surprised she’s taken it so well.”

Susan said, “You’ve really saved her, you know.”

“Melissa saved herself. I just encouraged her a little.”

Susan hugged me and looked into my eyes. Her expression was strange. Scared.

Trying to break the awkwardness I asked, “So how do you feel about last night’s antics? Don’t tell me you’ve done a threesome before.”

“No, that was a first for me.”

“So, no regrets?”

Susan said, “Uh, maybe. I dunno.” She paused then said, “I’m not on the pill.”

I just stared. “What?”

“I haven’t had a steady guy for a while. So I stopped taking it. It always gives me trouble.”

“But last night… I came in you. Twice!”

“I know! I tried to say something… tried to stop you, but when you started fucking me like that, well, it had been so long. It was so good. I was going to get you to pull out, but when we really got going, well, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. Then later I woke up and you were naked and warm beside me and… well, you know. I started playing with you. Then you got hard and I had to climb on top. It was like a dream. I don’t think I was even really awake.”

I said, “You should have said something. I could have stopped. But, I wasn’t thinking too clearly either. But I should have made sure… shouldn’t have assumed you were safe. I’m sorry. Anyway, shouldn’t we go find a drug store?”

“That Plan B stuff?” said Susan. “I can’t. I took it once and it made me really sick. The doctor said that might be why I always had such trouble with the pill. The same stuff is in both, only much more in Plan B.”

“Well, it’s probably okay,” I said. “When Melissa and I did it when we were camping it was just the right time in her cycle. We got really lucky.”

We used my phone to find an ovulation calculator and put in Susan’s details.

“Oh, great,” said Susan, quietly. “If this is right, I ovulated yesterday. The worst possible time.”

I put an arm around her. “It’ll be all right.”

“Bullshit! I can’t have a kid now. It would be a disaster. My job…”

I said, “It was both our fault. You’re not alone, Susan. If it happens, and whatever you decide, I’m with you, okay?”

She looked at me with derision. “What, you’re going to ‘do the honorable thing’? It’s not the middle ages anymore. A girl can take care of herself.”

“Well, of course. I just mean I’m not going to take off on you. I’ll do everything I can.” I smiled, “You know…. paint the baby’s room, fetch you pickles and ice cream, feed you ice chips during the delivery…”

Susan gasped and shoved me. “You complete and total asshole! That is not funny at all!” But she fought to keep the grin off her face.

I hugged her. “I’m serious, though. I’m with you through this. But we have to tell Melissa.”

Susan said, “No. No way. If she finds out I fucked you without any protection she’ll kill me. Besides, she’ll worry herself into a coma. You know how she is. She doesn’t need to worry along with us.”

“I don’t like keeping secrets from her. But you’re right. It’ll only stress her out.”

Susan hugged me close for a long moment then pulled back to look at me with damp eyes. “It would be better if you were an asshole, you know. Then I could get mad. I find the only good guy in the entire city and I give him away to Melissa.”

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“That’s nice of you to say, but let’s be real. I’m nothing much. I’m not rich, I’m only slightly handsome…”

Susan made a face.

“…so what’s the big deal? You’re gorgeous. You can have any guy you want.”

“Yeah, and you know how well that’s worked out for me. Mel told me everything you’ve done for her. I mean, look at her now… she’s so free, so happy! It’s hard not to be jealous.”

“You transformed her,” she said. Then she leaned in, kissed me warmly and looked into me eyes. “Maybe you could transform me too.”

I said, “If you’re pregnant, I’ll have transformed you all right.”

Susan said nothing. She just pulled me close, her warm breasts pressing against me.

“I really liked last night, you know. Being with you. And I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

Images from last night surfaced in my mind. I recalled her scent, her sighs, and her powerful need. Susan guided my hand to her breast and we kissed more. She reached down to feel me then slowly we slid over on the couch with me on top. She spread her legs and I could feel her hot sex against my dick.

“Fuck me again,” she said. “Hard. Just don’t come in me, okay?”

She was so brash, so incredibly sexy. My heart was pounding at the thought of taking her again. Briefly, I thought how disappointed Melissa would be that she wasn’t here to watch us.

Susan reached down to guide me into her.

I was completely soft.

She stroked me a few times and rubbed me along her wet slit, but there was still no response.

I couldn’t believe it. Beautiful Susan was asking me to fuck her again and I wasn’t hard?

Susan looked at me. “Did I wear you out last night?”

I rolled off her. “I don’t think so. I really want to. I don’t get it.”

Susan was quiet for a moment then said, “I think I do. You’re in love.”

“If I was in love with you why would I have trouble getting it up?”

“Oh for… guys are so clueless. Not me! You love Melissa.”

I snorted, dismissively. Melissa and I had only been seeing each other for a few months. We were good together but there was no way I loved her. No yet.

Susan hugged me and said, “It’s so obvious now. I should have seen it. I’m sorry. I thought maybe we could be our own thing but no. We can’t be doing this.”

“But that’s not right,” I said, “We’re lovers but that doesn’t mean we’re in love. I mean, Melissa’s wonderful but it’s way too soon to be thinking about things like that.”

“Were you thinking about her just then?”

“Well, sure. But…”

“But nothing. What if she was here right now, beside us like she was last night, urging you to fuck me, holding my hand while she watched you fuck me senseless?”

Images of last night flooded my thoughts and immediately started getting hard.

Susan noticed immediately. “Ooo, so someone likes threesomes with the girlfriend. Naughty boy. If she was here, you’d be fine. I think even if just you had her permission you’d be fine. But you can’t go behind her back, can you? You can’t hurt Melissa. Because you’re in love.”

I thought about that. It was all new. I’d never been in love with anyone. I didn’t know the first thing about it.

“And how are you so certain about all this?” I asked.

Susan sighed and sat up. “I’ve seen it before. Once. Anyway, I need to get home. And you, big guy, need to get back to Melissa.”

I sat there and thought while Susan quietly dressed. She kissed me gently on the cheek then let herself out without saying another word.

~~~~

It was getting dark when I returned to Melissa’s apartment.

“You’re dressed?” I said when I walked in.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I invited Susan over. I think we all should talk together.”

“Oh, so you talked to her?”

“Yes. We talked for a long time. She says she’s fine but I just want us discuss things together.”

I felt awkward. Had Susan told her about our afternoon together? About her being unprotected? I doubted it, but felt very uneasy keeping secrets from Melissa.

When Susan arrived, she said, “Hey guys. I thought you’d be naked again.”

Melissa said, “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Susan said, “Guys, it’s your place. You kids like prancing around naked, go right ahead… it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go ahead, guys. Besides,” Susan gave me a furtive glance, “I’ve started to get used to it.”

So I started to unwrap Melissa. I turned her around to remove her top, kissing her shoulders lightly and holding her breasts from behind for a moment. Finally, I undid her jeans and crouched in front of her as I lowered them, giving her tummy a little kiss on the way. Melissa gave me a similar treatment as she slowly undressed me.

When we were both naked, we glanced over at Susan. She had a wistful expression and her mouth was open a little.

“You… uh, is it all right if I get naked again too?” she said.

Melissa said, “If you’re okay with it. Sure. Go ahead.”

“Can… uh, can he do it?”

I looked at Melissa. She smiled and nodded.

I walked behind Susan and slowly stripped her; embracing her, kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck, slowly removing one thing at a time. When I crouched to lower her pants I kissed her flat tummy that, for we knew, held the beginnings of our child. It was an odd thought, both frightening and exciting, and made me feel warmer and protective towards Susan.

When I stood up, Susan hugged me close, resting her head on me. Her warm body and breasts caused me to stir, but I fought to keep control.

We sat on the living room couch, each girl on either side of me. There was still half a bottle of wine from the previous night so I poured us each a glass to finish it off. We talked about last night and everything else. Our conversations were more comfortable now. I learned a lot more about Susan, and she learned more about me.

When the conversation dwindled Susan said, “Oh! Melissa I saw what’s-his-face when I was walking over here… you know, Mr. Porsche. He didn’t see me though.”

“Mr. Porsche?” I asked.

“Oh yeah!” said Melissa excitedly, “Tell him about him!”

Susan sat back and said, “I went out with him a couple years ago. Rich kid. Great car, great condo, great hair, terrible taste in shoes. But I should have known from the start… just another asshole looking for a hot blonde to use as decoration.”

“C’mon,” said Melissa, “Tell him!”

“He took me to Paris,” said Susan.

“Really?” I said. “I guess he WAS rich.”

“Well, it wasn’t a private jet or anything, but still. It was for a long weekend. Of course, I’d never been to Paris, so I was like a little girl taking it all in. We stayed at a fancy old hotel, walked around; saw the Louvre, Napoleon’s tomb, all that stuff. Then at night, we walked to the Eiffel tower. It was all lit up. Really spectacular.”

“And…” prompted Melissa.

“Oh, well in Paris people are making out everywhere. At the cafes, on the street, everywhere. There’s a big park on the way to the Tower and while we were walking through it there were couples screwing on the park benches.”

“No way.”

“Yes! One couple, the girl was sitting in the guy’s lap, facing him. She was wearing a skirt, so they weren’t naked or anything, but from the way she was moving it was pretty obvious what they were doing. We walked right by them on the path.”

“The City of Love, huh?” I said.

“Another couple was more obvious. A guy had some girl bent over a park bench. What’s-his-face told me that in France it’s normal for everyone to have a lover. You’re married, and it’s just accepted you’ll also have someone on the side. Part of the culture. I don’t know if that’s really true, though.” “I need to move to Paris,” I said. I expected a whack in the arm from Melissa, but she had a far away look and was squirming a little. Was this getting her turned on?

“So, anyway, Mr. Porsche got so turned on seeing this he decided to do the same to me… led me over to a bench, and before I knew what was happening he bent me over and fucked me right here. Didn’t even ask.”

“Asshole,” I said.

“You have no idea. Anyway, it’s not like I protested all THAT much.” Susan grinned. “He took his time, but then the Eiffel Tower was closed by the time we finally got there. I was super pissed that I never got to go up it. Anyway, the rest of the trip was just the guy parading me around Paris, then on the last night he offered me to one of his business buddies.”

“Uh, what?”

“Yeah. He had a friend in Paris. Offered me to him as a ‘loaner’ while he went out drinking with some of his business partners. Can you imagine? Of course, I freaked. Nearly killed the prick. I flew home by myself.”

By now, I could see Melissa was squirming more and breathing heavily, her chest and bare breasts flushed. That gave me an idea. I whispered to Susan then stood up and took the empty wine bottle to the kitchen.

When I came back, Susan had stood and moved behind the couch. Suddenly she bent over and grabbed Melissa’s wrists, pulling her arms up over the back of the couch.

“Hey!” exclaimed Melissa.

Susan held Melissa’s arms tightly and twisted, forcing her to turn until she was facing backwards, knees on the couch and facing Susan. Melissa’s lovely ass and wide hips were presented to me as I approached from behind. Even in the fading afternoon light, I could see her pussy lips were damp.

I crouched and whispered into her ear, “Did that story turn you on? Would you like to be the one fucked across a park bench in Paris?”

Melissa hesitated then whispered, “Yes.”

I was completely hard by now and lined myself with Melissa’s wet entrance. I said, “One day I’ll take you there and do that to you. But for now…”

I pushed into her, burying myself with one insistent stroke.

“Oooh,” breathed Melissa, raising her head and trying to look back, but Susan held her arms tight and pushed her head down. She looked me in the eyes as she held her friend in place and grinned.

I grasped Melissa’s hips and started fucking her deeply from behind. Each time I bottomed out, Melissa grunted and pushed back against me.

Soon I was stroking into Melissa steadily, losing myself in the sensations of her warm pussy, the sight of her shapely ass and back, and her little gasps and grunts as she let me take her. Each time I pressed forward it also caused Susan’s large breasts to sway a little as she held her friend and watched us fuck.

Soon Melissa was so lost in lust that Susan was able to release her arms. Melissa just flopped her head down and gripped the back of the couch in languid submission as I took her.

I was concentrating on Melissa so much that I didn’t even notice Susan had moved around to join her on the couch. Susan positioned herself on her knees right beside Melissa and gripped the back of the couch. She looked at me with raised eyebrows and wiggled her bum suggestively.

“No problem getting it up now, is there, big guy?”

I pulled myself from Melissa. She raised her head as she felt me withdraw, awareness returned from her lust-induced stupor enough to realize her best friend was now beside her. I tentatively positioned myself behind Susan and looked at Melissa, eyebrows raised.

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Melissa nodded and reached over to touch Susan’s hand.

Susan looked back with lust-filled eyes. “Be careful,” she mouthed. Susan then tilted her hips to get the right angle and pushed back onto me. I sank into her snug pussy all the way on the first stroke. She breathed a satisfied sigh and braced herself as I started fucking her.

I took Susan firmly, holding her hips, and, despite the risk, trying to get as deep into her warm body as possible. Melissa watched us, breathing heavily with excitement, sometimes watching Susan’s face, sometimes watching me entering her friend.

When I felt the urge to come rising, I pulled out and pushed into Melissa, fucking her again with determined, measured strokes.

I alternated between Melissa and Susan several times; careful to withdraw from Susan each time the need to come rose. In the end I was fucking Susan with abandon as she huffed and grunted, pushing back to get me as far into her as possible. I reached under to glide two fingers across her clit and was rewarded by the feel of contractions as she came. I stayed in her as long as I dared then pulled out to plunge deep into Melissa. A few more strokes and I unloaded hard into my girl.

I stayed mated to Melissa, savoring the afterglow and the incredible sight of my girl and her best friend presented before me as they clung to the back of the couch. I leaned over to kiss Susan’s shoulder and cup one large breast. Then I did the same to Melissa, but lingered longer. As I cupped both her breasts from behind, she turned her head and whispered, “That was so naughty.”

“Anything for you,” I said, and kissed her.

The girls turned around and sat. I sat between, arms around them.

“I didn’t think we’d do this again,” said Melissa, resting her head on my shoulder. “Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “What if it is?”

Melissa raised her head to look over at Susan. “I don’t know either. We’ll just have to see.”

Susan stayed that night and again joined us in bed. That second night together was more relaxed and loving, the novelty and awkward uncertainty of the night before was blunted, giving way to more passion and meaning.

After midnight, the three of us cuddled together, exhausted and finally satiated. None of us had any idea what it meant or where it would go, but it was a transforming moment. As I lay there between the two wonderful women, the dark uncertainty of an unplanned child with Susan still loomed, but whatever happened I knew the three of us would face it together.

~~~

Susan was late by almost a week, so we started to plan what to do next. We sighed with relief when, to our surprise, it finally came. Susan said it must have been stress that delayed her. She immediately found birth control that worked better for her. Harrowing as it was, the pregnancy scare brought Susan and I closer together. We never told Melissa what had happened.

Over the winter, the love between Melissa and I deepened, as did our loving friendship with Susan. Melissa and I came to understand that what we had together really was what the songs and novels call ‘love’. Our relationship turned from tentative fling into one of committed partners. I moved in with Melissa and we continued being nude whenever we were in private. Susan joined us often, sharing our bed most weekends.

Like anything, nudity becomes routine once you’re used to it, but even so, I caught myself admiring Melissa’s womanly hips and casually exposed sex or Susan’s lithe body and the sway of her admirable boobs. I was far from an Adonis, but Susan, always brash, often commented on my tight ass, chest or dick. Melissa was more reserved, but I knew she enjoyed seeing me on display too. Occasionally I would get an erection that just refused to fade, so either Susan or Melissa would volunteer to “take care of me.” Likewise, one of the girls would get wet for no reason and ask for help, which always turned into an extended period in bed or on the living room floor as the other watched.

We made up the rules as we went. Melissa has happy to let Susan and me be together any time we wanted, whether she was with us or not. On some weekends, Susan was voracious and fucked me to exhaustion. Melissa never seemed to get jealous. She loved watching us, and would either ask me to lick her or she would masturbate as she watched me with her best friend.

Susan still kept up her wild lifestyle. Sometimes she met a new guy and disappeared for several weeks. But she always gravitated back to us with bitter stories of the latest asshole and laments of “why couldn’t she just find a guy like me?”

Susan really wanted me to herself, but she could never hurt her best friend. She accepted that I loved Melissa body and soul. Over time, I grew to love Susan as well, but we all knew that ultimately my wonderful, lovely Melissa was always first in my heart.

Our three-way relationship wasn’t ideal for Susan, but she cared for us and loved us, as we cared for and loved her. Melissa and Susan were such close friends that there were never any fits of jealously or competition. Somehow, we slid easily into a three-way relationship of love, lust and partnership that amazed me every time I reflected on it.

~~~~

After a year, the three of us realized that our unusual three-way naturist relationship was stable. We were tired of being crammed in Melissa’s one bedroom apartment so we pooled our money to buy a property together. We found an old brick farmhouse at the edge of the city hidden in the trees with enough land that we could be naked without alarming any neighbors. Susan had her own room and we all had plenty of space to be together or alone, as we needed. Best of all, we had the privacy to play outside and bask in the sun when we wanted without ever having to cover up.

~~~~

The summer heat hit us as we emerged from the cool shade of the forest. I spread my arms and said, “Behold.”

Susan and Melissa looked around at the camping area and out at the little lake.

“This is so beautiful!” exclaimed Susan.

“And all just for us.”

The girls set their heavy backpacks on the ground and groaned with relief. “Oh, it feels good to get that off,” said Susan. “How the fuck do you guys call this fun?” She wiped sweat from her face and behind her neck.

I set my pack down as well. “Yeah. Modern packs are comfortable, but it’s still a lot to carry.”

“Good thing you two were carrying most of it. I felt like I was going to die back there on the trail.”

“Time to cool off,” said Melissa pulling off her clothes. “Let’s go swim.”

We immediately shucked off our clothing and ran into the little lake.

“Oh my God,” said Susan as she swam on her back, her beautiful breasts bobbing on the surface. “This is wonderful.”

“I can’t believe it’s been two years since we were here,” said Melissa, also floating on her back, her more modest breasts just poking from the water.

We cooled off in the lake, the three of us naked and confident we would not be disturbed. Though the park had two campsites on this backcountry lake, we had reserved the other one under another name to ensure we would be alone on the long weekend.

When we finally cooled down, we swam back to the shore and toweled each other off.

Susan squeezed the water from her long blonde hair then stood up to slick it back behind her head. The sight of her upraised arms and arching back lifting her breasts to the sun was breathtaking.

We got to work setting up camp.

“You guys have to tell me what to do,” said Susan, “and don’t make fun of me. You know I’ve never been camping in my life.”

I told Susan to find fallen branches for firewood and how to fill the water filter bag for clean water, then we all set up our new three-person tent.

Susan peered in the tent doorway and said, “Three person tent, huh? What people were they using to measure? Gnomes?”

“We’re used to snuggling close. It’ll be fine,” said Melissa.

Susan crawled inside. Melissa and I followed. The three of us lay on the camping mats, each girl on either side of me.

“See?” I said. “It’s palace. Lots of room, as long as we spoon.” I rolled Melissa onto her side and nestled myself behind her. “Besides, after that hike I could use a nap.

“Oh no you don’t,” said Melissa, pushing me away. “I know what kind of ‘nap’ you have in mind. We still have things to do setting up camp.”

Melissa crawled out of the tent and pulled me with her. Susan reluctantly emerged too.

“Melissa’s right,” I said. “We’ll play later. Now, we still need someone to string up a rope for a clothesline, and get a rope up into a tree to hang our packs for the night.”

“Huh? Why?” asked Susan.

“Animals,” said Melissa. “You hang the packs and anything else that smells up in the limb of a tree a little way from the camp. So raccoons and bears don’t rip them open at night or follow the scent to our camp.”

“You guys never said anything about bears,” said Susan.

“There are only black bears in this area. They’re not a big deal.”

“I don’t care if they’re teddy bears. A bear is a bear.”

“Sort of. Black bears aren’t that aggressive, as long as cubs aren’t around, anyway. You can usually scare them away. And I have bear spray just in case. But food, toothpaste, soap… anything that smells can attract them. So we put all that up in a tree.”

“You guys call this fun? Let’s just go home. We have trees there. And no bears.”

“And you always say you’re the adventurous one,” I teased.

“Yeah, for parties. Not getting eaten by wildlife.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve camped here many times and never seen anything but deer and raccoons. We just have to take a few precautions.”

We gave Susan some rope to string up as a clothesline while Melissa and I found the tree we had used on our first camping trip. We threw a rope over a strong limb, ready to hoist our packs later that evening.

When we returned to camp, Susan had hung up our towels on the line. I said “Great. Everything is all set.” I looked at Melissa suggestively “Now we can take that ‘nap’.”

Melissa said, “It’s too hot. Even hotter in the tent. Besides, I’m not horny.”

I sighed. “Susan?”

“What?” she said. “No way. It’s too hot.”

“You’re not horny either?”

“Nope” said Susan, putting her hands behind her, turning her head and rocking back on her heels. But I could see she had a little smile.

“Well, I said, “I am. And as alpha male I want to mate with my harem.”

Girls both laughed. “Oh my God, listen to him,” said Susan. “He thinks he’s in charge.”

I raised my arms and stepped towards Susan with exaggerated stalking movements.

She laughed, backing away. “Keep away, mister ‘alpha male’.”

Trying not to laugh I said with a menacing a tone, “The first girl I catch, I fuck.” Then I lunged at Susan.

Susan yelped and ran. I turned to Melissa and with a big smile she bolted in the other direction.

I chased the girls around the campsite and into the empty campsite next door, all of us laughing and screaming. Melissa was the slowest, but she was agile. I got close enough to grab her but she weaved and feinted away. After a few more times she ran straight into the water and swam towards the middle. Melissa was a powerful swimmer… there was no way I would catch her in the lake.

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Susan was taller and her long legs gave her an advantage, but she held one arm across her boobs to stop them bouncing so much. Eventually I maneuvered her into a corner at the edge of the campsite. There were thorny bushes behind her and one large tree. I spread my arms as I approached, ready to catch her if she tried to escape.

Susan stood with her back against the tree, looking left and right. “Stay away, you beast,” she laughed.

“You’re mine now,” I growled comically and edged closer.

By now, I was getting erect. Susan’s eyes widened when she saw it. She said, “You think I’m your bitch to mount whenever you feel like it?”

“You are this weekend,” I said as I closed the gap and grabbed her. I pulled her arms above her, pinning her to tree. My erection poked between her legs.

Susan said nothing as I forced her legs apart and started rubbing myself up and down her slit. She was wet. I started sliding back and forth along her lips, becoming slick from her wetness.

“I think I get why you two like camping so much,” breathed Susan. She pushed her hips back at me.

I released her wrists and put my arms under her bum, lifting her up against the tree and forcing her legs around me. I positioned myself and pushed. She took a sharp breath as I penetrated her, her eyes widening then becoming lidded when I bottomed out. She held onto the tree behind her as I pushed her against it, fucking her firmly. Soon she wrapped her legs and arms tight around me and pulled to into a deep kiss.

I rutted deep into her with little thought of prolonging our mating or getting her off. My only thought was the primal need to fuck this beautiful woman until I filled her with my come.

It didn’t take long. A few final thrusts and I was grunting with pleasure and satisfaction as I jetted into her body. Susan clung to me and panted, surrendering to my need.

Eventually my heart slowed and I lowered her legs to the ground, but kept myself inside her as we kissed and embraced. When I finally softened and slipped from her. I lovingly pulled her away from the tree trunk and brushed the dirt and bits of bark from her back. When I turned her around her whole back was red with imprints of the rough bark.

“Animal,” she said.

“You bring it out in me.”

We walked back to the tent, arms around each other. Melissa had emerged from the Lake and was drying off.

“No fair going in the water,” I said. “You know you’re a better swimmer.”

“I wasn’t going to let you fuck ME against some tree,” said Melissa as she dried her hair. “When you do me, I want it long and slow.”

“Suits me. I think I’m ready for a real nap now.”

All three of us crawled back into the tent. It was still hot, but we snoozed for an hour with me holding Melissa and Susan behind me.

When we woke, the light was starting to fade. While Susan and I washed up in the lake, Melissa started a fire. We ate dinner naked, warmed by the firelight as the sun set and the stars slowly emerged.

Melissa sat beside me, head on my shoulder watching the sky and absently playing with my dick. When she felt me getting hard, she lowered her head to suck me for a few minutes then lay back and guided my head between her legs. I licked her gently for a long while as she lay in the fire light, then concentrated my efforts and brought her to a crashing orgasm as she moaned and pushed my face into her.

I slid up Melissa’s body, ready to enter her, but she pushed back on my chest.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, searching her eyes.

“I’m… scared.”

I rolled off and held her. “This is what we planned.”

“I know,” she said. “But all my life I was told to stay away from guys. Getting pregnant was the worst possible thing that could ever happen. And now…”

“…and now you’re all grown up. You’re a woman, not a schoolgirl that your family is going to brand a slut. You get to do what you decide is right.”

“My head knows that,” said Melissa. “But inside…”

I was afraid this might happen. We had planned this trip for months, but it was a big step. Soon after the three of us were settled into our house, Melissa started talking about kids. She always doted on babies and had a wonderful way with kids, so we started planning.

Susan was disgusted at first, but after our pregnancy scare the thought of “doing it for real” as she called it really excited her. Living with us, she began to enjoy the stability and went out partying less often. She was still a little wild, but slowly Susan lost interest in finding her own guy and accepted our three-way relationship. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be tied down, but in the end, Susan surprised us by saying that if Melissa was going to let me knock her up, she wanted to do it too.

“After all,” she said, “we share everything.”

Melissa was excited when I suggested an impregnation camping trip. Together we figured out the timing, got the gear together and spent days convincing Susan to join us. Melissa had always gushed about her time camping with me, but Susan was very much a city girl. For her, not having access to a chai latte in the morning was an terrible hardship. But after a week of relentless pleading from us both, Susan grudgingly agreed.

As we lay together by the fire, I let Melissa think and wrestle with the last remnants of her feelings of guilt and shame.

Finally, she pulled me on top of her and kissed me.

She said, “I’m through being scared.” She spread her legs wide and pulled me close. “Fuck me.”

We made love slowly. When I was close, we looked into each other’s eyes as I pushed in deep and emptied all I had into her fertile body. She sighed happily and held me tight, finally completely free of her demons.

From the other side of the fire pit, Susan watched through the flames as I impregnated her best friend.

We lay together recovering, Melissa said, “You were supposed to breed me first, you know.”

“I know. But you ran into the lake. What’s a horny guy to do? How about this… this weekend I fuck you the most.”

“Oh no you don’t,” said Susan. “We agreed… equal time. If I get pregnant first it’s your own fault, Melissa.”

The three of us joked and chatted until the air grew chilly. Then we secured everything for night and crawled into our tent.

~~~~

Sometime during the night, Susan woke me in her usual way by stroking me to hardness. It was utterly dark, the blackness you only get deep in the woods far from any city.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered. Melissa was snoring gently, her back to us.

I pulled Susan close. “What’s the matter?”

“I keep thinking I hear bears.”

“It’s okay. If a bear comes around, I’ll just go out and beat him up for you. I have quite a reputation in these woods, you know.”

Susan chuckled. “Oh, yes. Please protect me, Mr. Man!”

“Okay,” I said, releasing her, “then you can do it.”

Susan clung back to me, tighter.

I ran my fingers through her long hair and caressed her cheek. “The first time I came here I was by myself. I barely slept too. Once, something was sniffing and scratching around outside. I got my knife and the bear spray and was ready to scare away whatever it was. Or run for my life. When I unzipped the door, it was just a raccoon. He was terrified and scampered away. Never came back the other nights.”

Susan hugged me while she continuing to stroke and fondle me. I was getting hard.

I said, “Seriously, most bears know enough to stay away from humans. They really are more scared of us. Especially me.” I grinned.

“You ass. What about bears being attracted to the smell of women?”

“That’s just a stupid story. It’s supposed to be they’re attracted to women on their period.”

“Oh.”

“And neither of you are on your period.” I gently rolled on top of Susan and I poked my hardness between her legs. “And it’s my job this weekend to make sure you won’t be having one of those for at least the next nine months.” I poked insistently into her with every syllable.

When I found her entrance, Susan sighed happily as I slid into her. No matter how many times I fucked this wonderful woman I always marveled at her wet tightness and how different she felt from my Melissa.

Susan breathed in excitement and locked her legs around mine. She bucked, driving me deep into her.

We said nothing more as we fucked in the darkness. Then I remembered she hadn’t come last time, so I pulled out and started sliding down her body, eager to lick her to an orgasm.

“No,” she breathed, pulling me back up. “Not now. Just fuck me.”

“I want to make you come.”

“Later. Just fuck me. Come on… give me your child, Mr. Man.”

In the complete darkness, I couldn’t see her, but I knew Susan was grinning with her usual half seriousness.

“You say the sweetest things,” I whispered as I slid up and pushed back into her forcefully. She huffed as I seated myself deep in her with a single stroke. We fucked slowly. Susan lay still for a few moments as I took her then started to cling, twist and moan, responding to every thrust. After a few moments, she surprised me when she suddenly rolled us over putting her on top.

“Now I fuck YOU, Mr. Man,” she whispered. She pinning my arms above my head and started sliding back and forth, up and down, rubbing and rutting, levering me into her and against her clit, seeking her maximum pleasure. Soon she was lost in her need, using me, taking me.

As Susan rode me in the dark, I remembering the first time she did this, that night in Melissa’s bed. She woke me and used me without a word, then was so far gone with lust she let me come in her unprotected body. I learned later that Melissa had been awake, secretly listening to us.

Susan’s motions became more erratic. I broke her grasp and grabbed her hips, guiding her, pulling her closer. Soon she arched her back and froze, hands pushing hard on my chest. Inside I felt her squeezing as she came, then I came too, filling her for the second time that weekend.

She fell forward onto me, breathing heavily, still moving her hips and stirring me inside her while I slowly softened. We lay like that for a long while, and then Susan slid to my side and fell deep asleep.

To my surprise, Melissa turned over and nestled herself against my other side. She didn’t say anything, just pulled me into a deep kiss and reached down to feel me, still slick from mating with Susan. Just like that first time, Melissa had been listening silently as I fucked her best friend.

I held her as she fell back asleep. My two wonderful women were on either side of me, sleeping and happily full of my seed. If they weren’t already pregnant, both would be before the end of the weekend, a thought that was both terrifying and wonderful. A new beginning for all of us.

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