by Bart Tracer
Molly’s beautiful firm tits bobbed and swayed hypnotically with each of Jake’s powerful thrusts. He fucked her resolutely, slamming into her as he pulled her back onto his cock with his strong hands encircling her tiny waist. He rode her with a purpose, seemingly determined to prove that he could give my girl the same pleasure I had just given to his.
I could feel myself getting increasingly excited. I began moving faster, my motions gradually synchronizing with his as I watched him fuck my girlfriend. A glance down at Jessie showed me that her eyes were also firmly fixed on the others.
“Ooohh! Oh yeah! Fuck her, Baby! Make her cum for you!” she urged him on. “Show that little slut who’s boss!”
For just a second, the surreal nature of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks. Here I was, fucking my roommate’s girlfriend, while she encouraged him to fuck mine! This was definitely one of the more unusual situations I had ever been in!
Molly blushed bright red, her eyes wide, pupils dilated. Jake had already pushed her to the edge and now Jessica’s dirty words sent her tumbling headlong right over the brink.
“Uunngh!” she grunted, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she started to cum. “Ooooh Fuuuuck!”
It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen; my gorgeous girlfriend cumming on another man’s cock. God, she looked sexy! But what came next would sear itself into my memory for all time.
“Aw shit!” Jake groaned just seconds later, straining against her shapely little ass as he began to fuck her even harder than before. “Oh God!”
I’d been around enough to recognize the signs. Good old Jake was about to lose it… and what’s more, he was about to lose it inside my girl! That thought sent a thrill down my spine. I have no idea why, but it turned me on that he was going to cum inside her.
Then, sure enough, he did…
“Oh God! I… I’m gonna cum!” he announced. With a final mighty thrust, he held tight against her butt and threw his head back, bellowing as he began to empty his balls inside her. He jerked repeatedly, clutching her writhing body to him as he continued to inseminate her. It was at that point that I also began to cum.
I hadn’t realized that I was so close, but the image before me was simply too much. Hunching low over Jessica’s smooth back, I started to spurt inside her. I came so hard I nearly blacked out, the pleasure unbearably intense. Again and again, I pulsed and squirted, filling Jessie with my seed.
As I lay on her damp back, panting, Jessie slowly eased herself forward, lying down on the soft sleeping bag and taking me with her. In the afterglow of our coupling, the tent seemed ominously quiet, only the sound of our labored breathing breaking the stillness.
“Whew!” Jake sighed. “That was awesome!”
“I’ll say!” agreed Molly, brushing her long hair back out of her face as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Best fuck I’ve had in hours!” She grinned mischievously at me.
Jessica giggled beneath me. “Mm hmm,” she said, “me too!”
“Not to mention the live sex show!” Molly added. “I think I might be a closet voyeur!”
“Or an exhibitionist,” Jessie quipped.
“Or maybe both!” the two girls sang out in unison, looking at one another and giggling.
Jake and I laughed with them, but deep down, I think we all knew the girls were onto something. As good as the sex itself had been, watching and being watched had taken it to an entirely new level of eroticism.
I rolled off Jessica, chuckling to myself at the absurdity of the situation. A few days ago, I would never have imagined that something like this could even be possible, yet here we were. I had just watched Jake fuck my girl while I was balls deep in his and now we were all lying around, naked as jaybirds, talking about it like it was no big deal.
“Unfortunately,” Molly said, sitting up and carelessly using her index finger to scoop up a rather large rivulet of Jake’s cum that was making its way lazily down her inner thigh, “I think you two guys have managed to get us all dirty again!”
“Yeah,” agreed Jessica, rolling onto her side and propping her head on her hand. “I think you and I should go take another bath while these two straighten things up here.”
Looking around, I had to admit she had a point. We had absolutely wrecked the tent with our energetic fornication. The sleeping bags were wadded up and wrinkled; backpacks knocked over, their contents spilling out onto the floor. The place really was a mess. Jake looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, nodding.
“All right! We can do that,” I agreed quickly. “But you two are in charge of making lunch while we take a dip! I am freaking starving!”
“Deal!” the two girls said together, getting up and darting through the door.
Chapter 5
Lunch was a fairly simple affair; bologna sandwiches and a fistful of potato chips, washed down with a soft drink. Not that anyone was complaining. If we’d wanted steak and lobster, we’d have stayed in the city.
Instead, we sat in the bright spring sunlight, breathing clean air and laughing and talking, listening to the gentle sounds of nature around us as we ate our bologna sandwiches from the top of an ancient concrete picnic table. And it was sublime.
“I was thinking,” Jake started, pausing to take a drink of his soda, “why don’t we go for a hike when we’re done? There’s a really cool canyon a couple of miles from here with a crystal clear little lake that no one ever goes to, because it’s too far from the access roads.” He looked around at us. “We could take our fishing gear and try our luck. Who knows? Maybe we could have bass for supper!”
“Oooh!” Molly cooed as she started to clear the table. “That sounds like fun!”
If possible, my girlfriend was an even more enthusiastic angler than I. She loved to fish. I mean, really loved it. I liked to joke that she would rather fish than fuck, but recent events had led me to rethink that particular theory…
“Yeah!” Jessica said. “As long as you two don’t pout when the women catch more fish!”
“Ha!” I laughed. “Like that’ll happen!”
“Exactly,” seconded Jake. “There’s no way in hell!”
“Want to make a little wager?” Molly challenged, her hands on her hips. “Girls vs. Boys?”
I looked at Jake, who smirked and said, “Sure! Why not! What’d you have in mind?”
Molly’s eyes darted back and forth between us, a scowl on her face. She was clearly thinking about something, but I had no idea what it might be. Then, with a mischievous look, she took Jessica by the hand.
“Just a sec!” she said. “I need to talk things over with my fishing partner!”
With that, she whisked Jessica to the side, safely out of our earshot. They whispered furtively with one another, casting sidelong glances in our direction and alternately nodding and giggling as they discussed their wager. I shook my head as I watched their private conference and then turned to look at Jake.
“We got this!” I declared confidently.
“Shit yeah! There’s no fuckin’ way we aren’t gonna win this bet! Like the girls are gonna outfish us! Fat chance!”
“Yeah,” I nodded confidently. “No problem!”
But a nagging doubt had begun to creep into my mind as we talked. I had seen Molly fish, and she was good at it. Damned good! For that matter, Jessie was no slouch at it herself. I still felt like Jake and I could outdo them, but the more I thought about it, the less confident I became. Before I could stew on it too much, the girls came skipping back, smiling merrily.
“Here’s the deal,” announced Jessica proudly. “The losers have to do whatever the winners want for the rest of the camping trip!”
“Whatever they want?” I asked, looking at my roommate. Jake shrugged. “You mean like wash the dishes, cook, stuff like that?”
“That’s a start,” Molly joined in. “There’ll definitely be plenty of cleaning and cooking, but we were thinking more along the lines of…”
“Sex!” Jessica has
tily finished her sentence for her, blushing at her own words.
“Sex?” Jake blurted. “But… but aren’t we giving you enough of that? I mean, we just got finished…”
“Yeah. I’m with Jake on this one. Didn’t we just have some pretty damned good sex?”
“Sure!” Molly smiled sweetly at me. “It was fantastic!”
“Then why make a bet on that?” I asked.
Jessica explained, “It’s just that we have a few things we’re kinda interested in trying. Just… well, things we’ve never done before.”
“Wait just a minute!” Jake objected. “Is this one of those things where you two are going to make Mike and me wear tutus and diving flippers while giving each other blowjobs during a tickle fight? 'Cause I’m fuckin’ out on that shit!”
We all burst out laughing at Jake’s eloquence and the mental imagery it evoked. It was several minutes before any of us could talk again.
“No!” Molly eventually managed, holding her stomach as she tried to stop laughing. “No! Nothing like that! God, No!” She snickered again, shaking her head. “We just think it would be kinda fun if the winners got to call the shots! You know, the winners decide who, what, when, where!”
Jake and I looked at each other. It didn’t really sound like such a bad bet. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? The girls win, then spend the next few days “forcing” us to fuck them around the clock? Where the hell was the downside to that? Jake shrugged, obviously thinking the same thing.
“All right,” I said. “What the hell! It’s a bet!”
Jake grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. “Hope you girls like cooking and cleaning!” He winked at me, “Oh and by the way, if… or rather when we win… you two aren’t allowed to wear any clothing! Aint that right, Mike?”
Now there was a thought! “Damn straight! It’s going to be unrestricted access for the rest of the trip!” I grinned.
“You two just keep talking shit!” Jessica admonished us, her little fists balled on her shapely hips. “We’ll see just who winds up doing what around here!”
“C’mon Jess!” Molly said. “Let’s go get our gear together! It’s time we taught these two a lesson!”
Chapter 6
It was only a short hike to the lake. Jake’s “couple of miles” wound up being a pretty accurate estimate. Even though the trail twisted and turned through the countryside, up one canyon and down the other, it took us less than an hour to reach our destination.
Always the gentlemen, Jake and I let the girls take the lead. This enabled us to make a very thorough study of their shapely asses swinging alluringly beneath their backpacks as we hiked behind them.
In the warmth of the afternoon, both girls had opted for denim shorts that just barely concealed their ass cheeks. Molly’s shorts were brown, while Jessie’s were a classic light blue color. Both pairs were exquisitely tight, clinging to their butts like a coat of paint.
Molly wore a simple white tank top, her B-cup breasts unfettered by a bra. When the light hit them just right, you could easily make out the twin points of her little nipples beneath the thin fabric.
Jessica had on a short-sleeved, plaid, button-up shirt that she had tied at the waist, exposing her flat little tummy and just a hint of lace between her very prominent boobs. Both wore brown leather hiking boots. They looked positively gorgeous, and they knew it.
As we walked along, admiring the jiggling forms of our scantily clad girlfriends, I shifted my erection to a more comfortable position and found my thoughts once more wandering back over the unbelievable developments of the past two days. Even now, it seemed unreal, like something that had happened in a dream. What a difference 48 hours made!
I’d never even considered the possibility of scoring with Jake’s girlfriend, Jessica. I mean, sure, I’d fantasized about getting my hands on those ripe melons of hers. Hey, I’m a guy! But never in a thousand years had I ever even entertained the notion that these dirty fantasies might someday come true!
And I’d damn sure never thought of loaning my own girlfriend to him! I mean, come on! But now that it had happened, I surprisingly was okay with it. I was more than okay with it. Hell, I was loving it! I’d never been so aroused in all my life!
The really confusing part for me was trying to understand just what it was that turned me on so much. I loved fucking Jessica. There could be no doubt on that count! The pouty little blonde sex kitten was a walking wet dream and I very much looked forward to another round with her. But this morning’s events had shown me another side to myself; a side I had yet to fully process.
As much as the prospect of sex with Jake’s girlfriend excited me, the thought of him with mine was in many ways even more exhilarating. I had genuinely enjoyed watching Jake fuck my girl. I didn’t know why, but there it was.
At long last, we reached the canyon we were looking for, cresting the lip and descending the tree-lined slope, walking single file down the narrow trail. Before us, a large, shimmering lake appeared, glistening in the afternoon sun, its surface gently rippled by the slight breeze that swept down between the sheer cliff faces that bordered it on both sides. In all, it covered about fifteen acres, stretching away in narrow necks down the various little side canyons that fed into the main canyon. Breathtaking and rugged, it looked like a promising place to fish.
“Okay,” Molly sighed when we reached the water’s edge. She shrugged out of the straps of her backpack, placing it carefully against the gnarled trunk of a massive pine tree that stretched its branches far out over the water. “We’ll take the shoreline to the left of here,” she gestured with her arm as she knelt, unstrapping the hard tube that held her fishing rod. “you guys can have the right.” She opened her pack and removed her reel and a small tackle box, which she tucked under her arm. “What do you think?”
“Sounds good,” I said. I glanced at the watch on my wrist. “It’s four o’clock now. It took us right at an hour to get here. So, if we leave here around seven, that should give us plenty of time to clean any fish we catch and still reach camp before it gets dark. That means we have about three hours to fish.”
“All right,” she replied, her eyes darting down to check her own watch. “So, we’ll meet back here at this tree in three hours. Whichever group has the most fish at that time wins the bet.”
“Agreed!” said Jake, peering up at the puffy white clouds in the sky. “I just hope the warm weather holds for the next few days!”
The girls looked at him blankly.
“So you two don’t freeze when you’re walking around camp wearing nothing but your boots!” Jake laughed, elbowing me in the side. “I think we’ll call them the ‘Bare-Ass Brigade’! What do you think, Mike?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“We’ll see, Mr. Bigmouth!” Jessica retorted. “We’ll see!”
“That’s exactly right!” nodded Molly.
Without another word, the girls snatched up their rod cases and marched off, leaving Jake and me alone.
“Guess we’d better hurry up and catch some fish!” I chuckled, delving into my pack for my fishing gear.
“Yeah! We better catch a bunch of ‘em! After all my trash talking, I’d sure hate to lose this bet!”
Two hours later, Jake and I each had several fish on our stringer. The bass were biting well and my confidence level was starting to rise. A little more of this and we would win this bet for sure.
From the shoreline to our left, I could occasionally hear the girls laughing, their high-pitched voices ringing in the clear air of the rock canyon. Once, I heard the distinct sound of splashing water. An excited shout was followed by a rapid, exuberant exchange, too faint to make out, but it was clear to me that they, too, were catching fish. Just how many was impossible to say.
I was reeling in the last 14 feet of a long cast that I’d made along the edge of the sheer rock face, already planning my next cast, when a sharp tug nearly tore the rod from my hands. I set the hook instantl
y, reflexes taking over, feeling the solid weight of the fish as the rod tip flexed. The spinning reel whined in protest as the line flew off against the drag, showing no signs of slowing. This was a big fish.
The rocky bottom at this end of the canyon lake had little in the way of weeds or brush, so I had no fear of snags. Nonetheless, this fish was powerful and heavy and it took me a long time to land him. Walking back and forth on the broken rubble that covered the bank, I pulled and coaxed, first reeling in line then paying it back out, until I felt my opponent begin to tire. He made a final, half-hearted run, then seemed to resign himself to his fate, coming along docilely as I brought him to shore.
When I first caught a glimpse of the fish, I was shocked. I had known all along that he was big, but I hadn’t expected him to be this big! Deep in the belly and so dark as to appear almost black, it was a largemouth bass, most likely a female, and looked like a good six or seven pounds. It was probably the largest bass I had ever caught.
Stepping into the shallow water, I felt the cool water soak my leather boots as I reached down and lipped the big bass, carefully supporting its belly with my other hand as I brought it up out of the water. I then gingerly climbed over the loose rocks, bringing the fish safely up onto the grassy slope.
Looking around, I spotted Jake about 30 yards away, just about to add a fish of his own to our steadily increasing stringer. He held a medium sized bass in one hand, while he clumsily tried to pull up the heavy stringer with the other.
“Hey!” I yelled to him. “Jake! Check this out, man!” I held the giant fish triumphantly up over my head.
He lifted his head, slightly irritated at the interruption, his eyes narrowing and his brow furrowing as he tried to make out what was in my hands against the jumbled rocks and foliage behind me. Suddenly, his eyes widened with realization.
“Holy shit, dude!” he gushed, his face breaking into a giant smile. “That’s the biggest damn fish I’ve ever…”
And at that moment, Jake dropped our entire stringer of fish into the deep water below him. For a long moment, he and I both stood, silently staring in shattered disbelief at the spreading rings in the dark water that marked the point at which the fish had gone in. Damn! Now we were fucked!
