Adult Situations Ch. 67-68

The next day, I guess I went cold turkey in some ways. I made love to Crystal and Carol in our bed, and then I left the house for the Sarasota airport. I had my hiking clothes on and my back pack in hand.

The Cyber Solutions jet flew me to Lumpkin County Airport just outside Dahlonega, Georgia. I'd arranged for a taxi to meet the plane and drive me to the start of the trail.

The southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail or AT is on Springer Mountain. There's nothing there except the markers for the trail head. Instead, hikers pass through the famous stone arch at the Amicalola Falls State Park, and make the nearly nine-mile trek up hill to the top of the mountain to really start the 2,100-mile AT. I planned to camp near the top that night.

After my first night camping, I'd start on my 2,108.5-mile trek north to Mount Katahdin in Maine, where the AT ends if you're heading north.

The taxi driver was friendly and he'd dropped off many campers and hikers for the trail before. He assured me I'd have lots of company during the trip north.

I waved goodbye to him as he drove away, and wondered what I'd done. I pulled on my back pack, and walked through the stone arch. I thought of the Robert Frost poem that had the lines in it: 'The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.'

I'd made friends -- trail friends. My first group seemed to have trail names: Spike, Canyon, Shell, CJ, and Jokester. I never knew their real names. We hiked along, usually in single file about twenty feet apart. Different people took the lead. They were five guys, all from different colleges, and all in great shape. I was able to keep pace with them for two days and then they went on ahead as I coped with a blister on my left foot.

I stopped at Neels Gap for a half day, the first real sign of civilization along the trail since we'd driven past Dawsonville on my way to the AT trail start. I was able to replenish some of my food stock, take a shower, and also do some laundry. I stayed overnight in the hostel with a dozen other hikers. I was the only 'thru hiker' in the place -- at least I hoped I was a 'thru hiker'. I was driven to complete this journey.

With some applied tough skin, some moleskin, and a knife cut in my boot, I kept the blister problem from getting worse. A more experienced hiker taught me about how to do that. I pushed on ahead. Sometimes I was just plodding along, and other times, I almost felt like I was running with a back pack. EVERYTHING seemed up hill.

I made the Georgia-North Carolina state line on my sixth day. I'd hiked 76 miles according to my trail book. I felt as though I was getting my second wind, but I still had 2,000 miles to go. There was a cold rain that day. I wore my parka, but because I was exerting myself, I got as wet from sweat inside the parka as I would have from the rain. I also had a significant start on some kind of beard. I hadn't shaved since I left Florida.

I got to around Mile 104 and stopped at the Standing Indian Campground. I bought a few food items and had a shave and shower at their facilities. The tent next to mine had two twenty-something girls in it. We chatted briefly at dusk, standing in a light drizzle. Mostly, we talked about the hike and our aspirations. They were cute and I realized how horny I was. I masturbated later. The next morning, the weather was better, the girls had already packed up and gone, and I forged on ahead.

Two days later, I hit Fontana Lake with the biggest dam in the east (I think). The AT went across the top of the dam. I took dozens of pictures around the site, and decided to stay overnight since I could have fresh water and they had showers at the nearby campground. I realized how much I missed my daily showers.

The two girls from earlier in the hike were there. We talked more. They were grad students at the University of Tennessee -- one in art and one in English. They were both headed ultimately for jobs teaching in school systems in their home state.

I briefly talked about my past job in Cyber Solutions and their eyes glazed over. I moved on to other topics and put the focus back on them. I happened to say, "You two seem very close. Are you sisters?"

Maggie, the short-haired blonde said, "No, we're lover actually."

I nodded, "Good to know." I smiled and nodded approvingly.

Helen, the brunette, quickly added, "But we go both ways."

I laughed aloud, "Even better to know."

Maggie asked, "You got a girlfriend?"

I laughed again. "I have many people that I love, and I'm always open for new ones. The only relationships I'm in are all open ones."

"You let them be with others?"

"No, I don't LET them do anything. They're independent beings and we share ourselves with each other. We're also sexual beings, meaning that we especially love that part of our existence, and so we use our freedom to bond with others in more ways than just conversational."

"So, who'd be pissed off if you had sex with us?" Helen asked in a taunting tone.

I shook my head, "No one. I'm sure they're sexually engaged about now with some of my male friends, so no harm, no foul."

The two girls looked at each other as though they'd stuck pay dirt. Maggie said, "Tell us about your more important friends."

"You won't believe me."

"Try us."

I shrugged. "I have two wives -- Crystal and Carol -- and two fiancées -- Elynn and Jean, and then a cadre of friends who I also make love with. Jean just had my first child -- baby boy we named Matthew. I was in the delivery room with her -- a peak life experience."

A long silence ensured. Finally, I said, "See, I told you that you wouldn't believe me. I have pictures on my phone."

"Show us."

I called up a photo of me standing with Crystal and Carol. They were topless wearing bikini bottoms, and I had a towel around my waist. The next picture my two fiancées had joined us -- also topless.

"Wow! They're all gorgeous."

"I think so, too. Jean was just starting to show when the picture was taken."

They studied the picture again and nodded.

Maggie said, "And none of them would get bent out of shape if we had sex?"

"No, I promise they wouldn't. If we had cellphone reception here, you could call them. Also, is that an offer?"

Helen and Maggie looked at each other and there was some information passed back and forth in their looks. They nodded. Helen said, "Your tent or ours?"

I ended up in their tent, but we brought my down sleeping bag over for extra padding on the ground.

I said, "Normally, I'd dance with each of you and we'd kiss a lot. There's not a dance floor here, and we haven't kissed yet."

I had about a hundred-thirty pounds of hot woman in my arms with her lips plastered against mine two seconds later. Helen molded her body to mine and we kissed. Boy did we kiss.

We kissed until we both got tapped on the shoulder. Maggie said, "I want my share, too."

We both kissed Maggie, and she was all over me especially. She was panting. "Oh, this is soooo good. I haven't been laid in months. Oh, please." As Maggie talked, she was against one wall of the tent stripping off her clothing as fast as she could.

I took Maggie's behavior as a cue that I should do likewise. I started to unbuckle my hiking shorts. I no sooner got the belt undone and the button unsnapped that Helen yanked them down my legs from behind me.

The three of us stripped. There was moment of awkwardness when we were all naked. We each that 'What now?' look.

I gestured to the makeshift bed we'd made and we lay down. I grabbed one of the girl's towels and put it under Maggie by lifting her whole lower body.

Maggie said, "I did shower."

"Me, too."

I went down on her. I guess, except maybe for Helen, this was a novel experience. Mag tasted divine, and I went to town. I added some fingers and she started to flood the area with girl juice. If this wasn't an invitation, I didn't know what was. She begged me to fuck her.

I rose between her legs and positioned my cock along her slit. I went up and down a dozen times, rapped my glans on her clit another dozen times, and then surged into her body. Maggie exploded in orgasm, and the whole friggin' campground suddenly knew what was happening in the green tent and what specific success had just been achieved.

Helen lunged for her friend and slapped her hand over her mouth. "Not here, babe. Save it for the wilderness where you'll scare the bears away." She laughed loudly.

I slowly started to pump my cock into Mag, using my thumb on her clit. I could see that she was ramping up again. Everything about our union was urging me to my own climax. I hadn't been in a pussy for just under two weeks and I was horny beyond belief.

Instead of cumming, I extracted and turned to Helen who was kneeling next to us stroking her own pussy and clit. I gestured and she was supine with her legs spread in a microsecond. I sank into Helen and a minute later, with my finger on her clit, she came with some restraint on the noise she emitted.

The break between women was just enough to back me down. I made love to Helen for a while, and then switched back to Maggie. I played my romance card with each of them, and they loved it. We kissed, made out, fondled, and fucked. They finally started to go at each other, too.

Eventually, I warned, "I can't hold off any longer." I was fucking Maggie. She locked her legs behind me and said, "Fuck me. Cum inside me. Give me your load."

I did -- ten seconds later.

I couldn't remember pumping so many times, or with such a volume of my white gooey fluids. I must have lost five pounds of weight and a gallon of liquid. I had the humorous thought that I'd be lighter in my hike the next day.

Eventually, I separated from Maggie. She kept her legs spread. I asked Helen, "Do you clean her up or should I?"

I don't think she understood the question. I went down on Maggie and got a mouthful of our mixed juices. I came up and pulled Helen into a kiss and started the snowball with her. Suddenly, she understood and got into the lewd act.

Before I could go back for more, Helen ate out her friend and got the next load. She snowballed that with Maggie, and then me. She liked lewd.

By then, I was granite hard again. I spooned in behind Helen and got my cock back inside her warm vagina. She seemed surprised, but pleased. We went for a few minutes and then I realized that Maggie was repositioning so she could lick at our union. I felt her tongue traverse my ball sack, drag up the underside of my dick, and then I knew she'd transitioned to her friend's drippy snatch and then right over her clit. Helen jerked in pleasure.

Maggie said, "I can't get enough of any of this. Let's fuck all night."

I chuckled, "I'm a guy. Our capabilities fade after just so many orgasms. Plus, we all want to do at least fifteen miles tomorrow. We can travel together."

Maggie perked up at the thought, "And we can fuck each other tomorrow night? Oh, fabulous."

The campground had one pole light about two hundred feet from our tent. It gave us enough light to have another round of sex. I think I deposited the same huge volume of cum each time that I came, and the two girls loved it.

I fell asleep holding the two naked girls to my breast. We awoke early the next morning to the sound of somebody else leaving the campground in a car that needed a new muffler.

I kissed the two of them awake, and then we fucked again. It was early and we were all still horny.

I ran back to my tent in only my skivvies, got dressed, wolfed down a couple of energy bars for breakfast, and then reassembled my back pack after I took my tent down. The girls had done likewise. The three of us then started our trek along the local trail to connect back with the AT.

We were pretty evenly matched as to our pace. We took turns being in the lead. The lead person had to be sure we stayed on the AT and not branch off somewhere 'local'. I had the whole AT programmed into an app on my phone. If we got lost, I figured we could make the direct path back to the trail.

As we walked, I asked the girls why they wanted to teach. I got a bunch of answers that I logged, especially since they were both enthusiastic about the prospect: they'd have to learn the material better than anybody; they loved the subject matter; they wanted to motivate the students to also like the material; they wanted to mentor the students to be better at their studies and at whatever they choose to do; and so on.

Neither girl seemed worried about a future job. They'd become assigned roommates at Tennessee, and then moved into grad school getting their own apartment.

The girls also confessed that while they did play sexually with each other than they weren't really lesbians. Maggie said, "In case you couldn't tell last night and this morning, we love cock too much. We loved YOUR cock and want more of it."

I explained that I was in recovery.

Helen asked, "What'd you do for exercise prior to starting the hike?"

I explained, "Not much. Some karate and a few weeks of building up my legs. I just got promoted to blue belt when I had a ... situation. I also knew a few advanced moves that might've saved my life."

"Situation?"

I told Helen and Maggie about the events at the club now nine months earlier, and how I'd been shot. That revelation made us have to stop so they could study the remains of the two ugly gunshot wounds.

Maggie also pushed me about just what I'd really done at Cyber Solutions. The company did a lot of advertising -- A LOT, so was now a well-known entity. I mumbled something about heading the company for the past seven years and taking it public. They knew what that meant.

We hiked another mile, mostly up hill. I was convinced the entire AT was ALL uphill regardless of one's direction of travel. We were generally headed towards the north pole, and wasn't that 'up'.

Suddenly, Helen, who was in the lead, stopped short and twirled back to face me. "OH, MY GOD. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU'RE THE GUY THAT SOLVED THE SATANIC VIRUS THING." She was staring back at me like I was some wizard or something.

Maggie came up behind us. "Is that true?"

"Yeah, except I was just a member of an ad hoc team that resolved that situation."

"HOLY SHIT! You're famous, and here you are with us."

Maggie acknowledged, "And he even fucked us."

"Oh, this is so exciting. I can't wait to tell somebody."

"I just ask that you don't create a stir or a gossip item in some scandal sheet. I don't like to see my picture on the magazine racks in the grocery stores."

"I'd just tell my friends," Helen protested.

"I'll take the lead for a while."

I set off again, and the girls had to move to keep up. I could hear them chattering behind me. They were both remembering various facts about me that they'd heard or read. I had been on TV on '60 Minutes' and 'Dateline' and a few other interview shows, but I'd tried to keep the focus on the virus, networks, and making one's own computers safe from hacks.

We made good time even uphill and over a couple of mountain peaks that offered splendid views. I took pictures of Maggie and Helen and since I had cellphone coverage, I texted them off to my followers.

Crystal texted back, "Oh good. You're getting pussy." I just rolled my eyes.

We got to Derrick Knob Shelter about four p.m. The place was a stone and wood shelter open on one side to the weather. There was a fresh water spring nearby that was signed as drinkable. We were the only ones there. I suggested we wait to set up tents because if we were the only campers there, we could sleep in the shelter and not impose on anybody else if we wanted to have sex.

I'd learned that most hikers try to be at their final destination for the day before five p.m. Thus, by six o'clock I was pretty sure we wouldn't have anybody else at our campsite.

We did a campfire and dinner, and did prepare to sleep in the small cabin-like shelter with our sleeping bags. The nights were still pretty cool, plus we were up in elevation near 5,000-feet above sea level. We'd all been glad to share our body heat the night before.

We made out with each other and teased and titillated one another after we were ready for sleep. We'd gotten rid of the garbage by fire of our trash sacks, and anything that qualified as food was hoisted into a tree about two-hundred feet away so we wouldn't be bothered by bears.

Just the three of us cuddled into the shelter as dusk fell. I suddenly had two naked nymphs in my arms, and they stripped me down. I took each of them on the picnic table in the hut. I liked the standing missionary, and it worked well to service the two women. We slept well, and I set my cellphone alarm so we'd get an early start. We were on a mountain ridge, and I wanted to get to Mile 215 the next day -- Peck's Corner -- where there was another shelter and potable water.

We cuddled together with all our sleeping bags around our nude bodies. Somewhere in the night it started to rain. We were glad we were covered, and despite it being pitch black with nothing to see, I again made love to my two trail buddies. I guess there were trail buddies, fuck buddies, and fucking trail buddies. I liked the latter ones.

We were up early. The rain had stopped but it was cloudy and drizzling. Breakfast consisted of several energy bars, and then we were walking along the narrow well-worn trail. The AT markers with the large 'A' and the cross on the letter 'A' topping the 'T' showed up religiously every few hundred feet. This trail was a marvel.

We took various rest breaks, but really trucked north at a steady pace trading off the lead every now and then. We overtook some other hikers that were taking a rest, but we pushed on. They were taking a side trail back to civilization soon. We'd stay up along the ridge line.

We got to Peck's Corner Shelter at four-thirty. There were two guys there setting up their tents at the edge of a clearing near the shelter. That was the only level ground in sight. We asked if they cared if we slept in the shelter, and they said, "No" but they wanted to eat at the picnic table that was in there. That worked great for us. We were all trail buddies.

We split up and gathered firewood. With the rain the night before, finding stuff that was dry enough was a problem. Eventually, we had a critical mass and we got a fire going. Chas and Gordo used the fire to heat some water so they could have a hot meal, too. We chatted about where we were all from and how far we hoped to get. They were aiming for Virginia when they'd have to drop out and go back to work. They'd start at that point the following year, and either then or the year after complete the whole AT.

We all seemingly turned in early. It was pretty obvious that we were going to be sleeping together, so we just did. We were quiet enough. Maggie didn't scream out her climaxes, although she did get to panting as I plowed into her sweet body. Helen just panted loudly and moaned when she came and I joined her. We slept like babies.

List of Characters (Dramatis Personae)

Couples grouped together.

Dave Toller and Crystal Wolcott -- cyber security expert/Ross's son & flight attendant/runs Crystal Blue Photography (CBP).

Ross Toller & Trish Wolcott -- Investment manager/Dave's father & nurse/Crystal's older sister.

Greg Caldwell & Darlene Mentis -- Lawyer & nurse. She works w Trish.

Mitch & Deborah Singer -- Runs Silver's Gym & flight attendant.

Molly & Jake Walters -- private porn client of CBP & kinky husband.

Allison & William Kirby -- private porn client of CBP & husband.

Kit & Dax Morrison -- private porn clients of CBP.