Mountain West

"Definitely! Did you girls stay there on your first night here?"

"No," Coral said. "We got to the trailhead pretty early in the morning. We hiked right passed it."

"We found a great camping spot there, with the best fishing that we've had during the whole trip. Tonight we intend to have a real feast for dinner."

"You've been catching fish for dinner?" Coral asked, sounding half surprised and half jealous.

"Every night, and for two or three lunches as well," Greg said proudly. Then, he paused and asked, "You mean you haven't fished at all? What have you been eating?"

"We're not really fishermen," said Alison. "Mostly, we've eaten a lot of Top Ramen noodles, rice, macaroni and cheese, energy bars, and nuts."

I knew what Greg was thinking, before he said it. "Why don't you camp with us tonight, and we'll treat you to an incredible meal? Whadaya say?"

The girls stared at each other with kind of innocent looks on their faces. They seemed to know where this decision could lead them, but I sensed that both of them had already been considering those possibilities before we even mentioned camping. It was obvious that there was very little question what they would say, but Greg was going to clinch the deal regardless.

"Come on, we have to pay you back for this fine herb!" he said enthusiastically, taking another long drag off the joint that was now whittled down to a large roach attached to a clip.

"That sounds really nice," Coral smiled brightly. When she did, her beauty was indisputable. She was slender, with a trim figure -- small breasts, tiny waist, and skinny butt. Her dark blonde hair was cut into a stylish, sort of choppy shag. Like her friend, she was wearing makeup, which I found unusual so far out here in the wilderness.

"It sure does!" Alison said smiling at me. Then, it struck me. Coral was exactly Greg's type, and Alison seemed handcrafted to my tastes. Without so much as a word having been spoken, an agreeable pairing off had somehow been achieved to everyone's liking.

They asked us if we had eaten lunch, and when we said no, Coral bent over her pack to pull out some energy bars and nuts to complement the trail mix. I could see Greg staring with excitement at her tiny ass as she leaned over. This snack was enough to hold us over until we got to Mirror Lake. After the joint, our hunger was palpable, so we ate greedily.

I looked at the sun in the southern sky, and realized we had better get moving. We probably had at least three hours more hiking to get to Mirror Lake, and then we needed more light for fishing and cooking. It was after 1 p.m., so I suggested that we get started moving. We all donned our packs and started down from the ledge.

Most of the hike was downhill, and so we made good time. Our camping spot was also on the closer end of the lake, so we got there a little before 4:30 p.m. We started by setting up camp. We erected our two tents a good distance away from each other. That was more a consideration for the girls that they might be afforded more privacy, but I know that I was hoping for a different sleeping arrangement that would also be enhanced by as much privacy as possible.

Then, while the girls gathered firewood, Greg and I headed to our fishing hole. We had had better luck at this spot than at any other lake or stream in our nearly week long trek, so we were hopeful that our fortunes would be good. Appropriately, luck was a lady that night.

After ten minutes of casting, again using corn as our bait, I got a major strike. This was not going to be as easy as my earlier catches -- small to medium sized perch or smallish lake trout, but I knew before I had even seen what I'd hooked that the reward would be greater for my extra work. What I finally reeled in surprised both Greg and me. It was nice-sized walleye pike, and as soon as Greg saw it, he was amazed.

"I didn't know there were walleyes in these lakes! I thought you had to be in bigger water to catch something like that. Wow! This is going to be a great meal!"

While I unhooked my catch, he reeled in his line again. Adding some more corn to his hook, he cast out again, as far as he could into the still water. In five more minutes, Greg was reeling in his own walleye, albeit one a little smaller than mine.

When we returned to our camp, proudly displaying our triumphs, the girls had a roaring fire going, and so Greg began to work his magic. He gutted and cleaned the walleyes, so that we had four magnificent filets.

Then, again using his Egg Beaters, pepper and crushed saltine crackers, he whipped up his breading mix, and after coating the filets, threw them into the frying pan with a little oil. Then, he opened a can of green beans, poured out the water, and asked Coral for some of the almonds that we had had for lunch. He asked me to heat up the can of corn to which I added salt and pepper, and a can of mushroom soup to which I added the green beans. He also asked me to prepare a box of rice pilaf, that the girls had produced, and in 20 minutes, we dished out a meal that any five-star restaurant in the country would have been proud to serve.

The main dish was walleye filet almondine, served over a bed of rice pilaf that was covered in a green bean/mushroom sauce. The entree was served with a side of corn, and for dessert, Greg had brought out the last of our freeze-dried strawberries and blueberries, to which he added a little water, sugar, and syrup. Then, he heated all of that up to make a kind of compote, which he topped with crumbled almond cookies.

Alison and Coral found the whole thing so freaking amazing that they both said it was the best meal they'd ever had. I think not having eaten real food for seven days had something to do with that, but I was pretty darn impressed myself.

Greg even knew how to effect a chef's presentation with colors and placement on the plates. It didn't matter that we were eating off plastic plates and using plastic cutlery, we felt like true connoisseurs, and the ambiance of Mirror Lake at dusk made the whole experience perfect. If they weren't already, these girls were now primed for some romance.

By the time we finished eating and cleaning up our pots, pans, plates, and silverware, it was pretty dark. So we sat around the campfire on a couple of big logs that Greg and I dragged to our campsite and passed a couple of joints around, talking and laughing, pretty darn satisfied with our lives here at Cloud Peak. I sat with Alison on one log, and Greg and Coral took the other.

A pair of loons was romancing each other out on Mirror Lake, and we took our cues from them. Pretty soon I was hugging and kissing Alison passionately and feeling up her big tits. I wasn't paying attention to Greg and Coral -- I literally had my hands full with Alison, but then I heard Coral moaning, and I assumed Greg was, as usual, ahead of me. In a minute or two, he led her into our tent, and so a minute later, I picked up one of our lanterns, and grabbing Alison's hand, we made our way to the girls' tent. I set the lantern down on the ground outside the tent, and we climbed inside.

I realized that I had gotten the long end of the straw when we laid down on Alison and Coral's down-filled sleeping bags. Each girl had a two inch foam cushion under their bag, and after a week of sleeping on the hard ground, it felt like we had just checked in to the Marriott.

We took off our boots and jackets, zipped the two bags together, and got under the covers; it was starting to get cold. The lantern light shone through the fabric of the red tent and set a perfect, romantic mood -- rose-tinted light bathed the inside of the tent, so that it was just light enough for me to see every inch of Alison's spectacular body.

Below her white halter, she was wearing a pair of extremely tiny, cut-off jean shorts that barely contained her round butt. Her legs were long, tan, and maintained just a little thickness in the thighs, which seemed to be contrasted by her muscular calves. She told me the next morning that she was a competitive figure skater, and once I heard that, the shape of her lower body made perfect sense.

I removed the halter, revealing a baby blue bra with salmon colored trim, accented with a flowered pattern, but for now I left her bra on. Even though they were not fully exposed, I could tell that her tits were really spectacular, just as I had suspected, and big and beautifully natural, certainly at least a D cup. They were still straining the bra, which looked to me to be at least one size too small.

We started kissing again really passionately, our mouths dancing together in a kind of oral mambo, until I moved my mouth to her ears and neck, licking and biting them, while I started squeezing and rubbing her breasts through her bra.

Then, I reached down to her cut-off shorts, unbuttoned the top button, unzipped her zipper, and stuck my hand inside her panties. When my fingers slid past her mound, I was surprised to find it smooth. I could feel that her only pubic hair was the tiny stubble that I guessed was the result of the seven days at Cloud Peak.

I kept going, and when my digits found her sex, she let out a low moan. At the same moment, I heard Coral's soft groans coming from the other tent 100 feet away and a little closer to the lake. The groans echoed across the still waters.

Without removing Alison's shorts or her panties, I first very gently ran my index and middle fingers the length of her slick lips. Then, I began to trace a line up one side of her labia, and then down the other. After I had made a half dozen circles around her wetness, I entered her with just the tip of my middle finger between her slippery lips and then slid my finger back and forth, unleashing a flood of arousal from her pussy. Alison let out a deep, throaty groan, so loud that she scared herself. I kept going.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "but that feels so good. Oh, my god, yes! Yes! I'm getting so wet!"

After a minute or two, I inserted my index finger as well, but now I slowly slid both fingers into her more deeply, and Alison began to grind her hips against my hand. Then, I moved both fingers down, to the base of that pussy, and with my fingers fully extended inside her, I began to push downward hard with them, toward her asshole, and when I did, she screamed, "Oh my god, yes! Oh god, yes!" Again, she quieted herself and began to whisper, "My god, you just filled me up. I can't believe you're doing that with just your fingers. It feels so amazing." I slowly withdrew my drenched fingers, but I wasn't done with them. I slid her shorts and panties down to her knees.

I put my left arm under Alison's neck and drew her face to mine. I kissed her long and hard, gently biting her upper lip, pulling it toward me with my teeth. Then, I did the same to her ear, and began kissing down her naked neck.

Now, I made a "V," a Vulcan salute, with my wet hand, separating my index and middle from my ring and pinky fingers, and with the palm of my hand covering her moist mound, I wrapped the "V" around her vulva and squeezed my fingers together, pinching her so that I could see her quivering clit poke out from her wet Greget. Then, I began rubbing the "V" up and down her mons, while maintaining the pressure with my pincers.

Alison began to writhe and squirm under me, and she could no longer whisper. "Oh, Jesus, yes!" she yelped, her volume growing with each word. "You're gonna make me cum, oh yes! Oh my god, yes! Oh my god, yes! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus Christ, yes!" Then, she began bucking wildly, but I refused to slow my rubbing or stop my squeezing until a scream escaped from deep within her, "Ooooooohhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes!!!" Her shriek echoed off the canyon wall across the lake and continued reverberating for at least five seconds.

As her convulsions swept through her, the loons fell silent, as did our fellow campers, and I knew two sets of ears 100 feet away had listened with rapt attention to Alison's concert. I suspected that her outburst had embarrassed her again, but it didn't embarrass me -- for once I had beaten Greg to the punch.

She didn't say anything for a minute, but in the dim, rose-colored light, I could see that her face and upper chest were flushed. Finally, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Steve," she said still breathing quickly. "They heard me, didn't they?"

"Probably," I murmured, diplomatically, "but who cares? They're in there doing the same thing we are." I leaned over to kiss her with passion, as I pulled my wet hand from her sex, raising it to stroke her face. I could smell her musky aroma.

Our body heat was raising the temperature inside the tent, and as she slid her shorts and panties down her legs and off, I could tell she was comfortable without the cover of the sleeping bags. I heard Greg's low moan, and I guess he was now inside Coral. Things were heating up everywhere.

"I want to taste you," Alison said in a low voice, and she pushed me down onto the sleeping bags. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down to my ankles. In one motion, she pulled both my jeans and shorts off me with one hand. A smile grew on her face, as I unbuttoned my shirt. I lay back in the red light with my stiff erection, standing at attention. Now, I could hear a slow percussive rhythm from the other tent.

Then, Alison crawled between my legs and toward me, forcing my legs wider apart, and pulling my tent pole into a vertical position with her right hand, her head dove for my balls. She began to lick and suck them greedily. I was a little embarrassed. It had been a warm day, and our hiking had had me sweating. Then, the cool night air had dried that sweat on my crotch. I figured I probably smelled badly.

Apparently, Alison did not think so. "Oh, I love the way you smell and taste," she cooed quietly. "You're both sweet and salty!" Then, she slid her tongue up my length and quickly enveloped my head with her wet mouth. She was gripping me tightly with her right hand around the base of my shaft, while her left hand caressed my chest. Suddenly, her lips slid down the top half of my length until they reached the ring she had made with her index finger and thumb around the thickest point of my shaft.

Alison increased the rhythm of her bobbing head and the amount of suction that her mouth was applying to my cock head and upper shaft. Now, I was the one doing the groaning, "Oh my god... Alison..., that feels... really... good...." Sensing that she had me fully aroused now, she pulled her mouth from my cock, as she continued to stroke me with her hand vigorously. 100 feet away, I could hear Coral's tortured groans now coming in quicker succession.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth," Alison asked over her friend's rhythmic grunts, "or do you want to be inside me?" I wasn't used to being given the choice, and I was starting to get really close, so I was glad she had posed the question.

"I want to be inside you," I said breathlessly, "but... I... I don't... have... a condom." I realized that this was why I had not succeeded as a Boy Scout: I had failed at the cardinal rule of scouting to always "Be Prepared."

Greg and I had a box of Trojans in the glove box of his car back at the trailhead, but I know I never expected to stumble across a girl in the middle of the wilderness, certainly not one so unbelievably hot and willing, so we didn't bring it with us. It would have been just more thing to carry for seven days.

Then again, I knew Greg was also without a sheath, and it didn't seem to be stopping him from pounding Coral's pussy. I didn't know him when we were kids, but I guessed that Greg too was a failure as a Boy Scout, if he'd been one at all.

"That's okay, it's a good time for me, but it's probably best if you pull out when you're ready to cum, okay? I want to taste you anyway," Alison admitted.

How would you like to take me?" she whispered bending low, close to my ear.

"Can I get on top of you?" I responded as quietly as I could. I don't know why I was whispering, because Coral's moaning was non-stop now.

"That's what I was hoping you would say," she smiled, letting go of my erection. She seemed oblivious to the lusty sounds coming from the other tent now, but I suspected that they were turning her on as much as they were me.

I sat up, and reached behind her to undo her bra. I still hadn't seen her tits yet, and I knew that the sight of them would really excite me. I undid the clasps in the back, and Alison slid her flowery cups down her arms and off.

I grasped them with both hands, and they were incredibly soft to my touch. I was surprised that her areolas were as small as they were, considering the size of her breasts.

But below those areolas, her tits hung seductively, and her nipples were really aroused, erect and protruding, so I dropped my head to lick and suck them momentarily, as Alison let out another audible groan. I put the upright side of my finger to my mouth, and smiling, I said quietly and sarcastically, "Shhhh!" Just as I did, I heard Greg commanding loudly, "Yeah, ride me baby! Oh yeah, yeah!"

Then, I lay Alison back against the sleeping bags and crawled between her legs, kneeling before her altar. But before I entered her, I wanted a quick taste, so I leaned down to lick her slit. Just as she had described my taste and aroma, she too was a heady mixture of both salty and sweet, a pungent spiciness that made me dizzy. I stuck my tongue between her lips and then my mouth enveloped her. She gasped, but instead of staying there I just left as much saliva on her opening as I could.

Then, I grabbed my shaft with my right hand, and bracing the weight of my upper body on my extended left arm, I slid my head just inside Alison's slippery lips and then up and down her wetness. When I had myself coated with her juices, I slowly entered her, pushing my way into her wet pussy until I felt my balls kiss her slick lips. I was balls to the walls now, and so she bent her knees and spread herself as wide as she could to accept my offering.

Alison grabbed me around my hips, and pulling me into her she gasped again, this time really loudly, "On my god, you're big." I knew that Coral and Greg could hear, but I was rather proud of the advertisement. Besides, I suspected that our soundtrack was turning them on as much as theirs was having the same effect upon us. All four of us had stopped caring about privacy.

Now, I began to slowly increase my rhythm, plunging with long, steady strokes into Alison's pussy. Her hands left my hips and she grabbed my butt cheeks, pulling me into her with every downward thrust. Her breathing was becoming more ragged now, and I knew that both of us were approaching climaxes. Apparently, things in the other tent were progressing similarly, "Oh, oh, oh. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," I heard Coral scream, and then a long, high-pitched shriek, "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

I took her declaration as a challenge. Friends should do things together. So, now I pounded Alison with everything I had. It was incredibly erotic to be able to watch in the dim rose-colored light as this sensuous young woman became so overcome with the pleasure that I was providing for her.

Her soft tits were bouncing back and forth uncontrollably. Then, I saw her open her mouth as if surprised, and as she stared into my eyes, she lifted her thick eyebrows to signal her impending climax, "Oh... my... god... I'm... cum... ming...! Yes...! Yes...! Yes...! Yessssssssssssss!" She quaked hysterically under me, and I could hear our whole tent shaking. 100 feet away, I heard rustling inside the other tent, a throaty murmur from Greg, and then Coral's girlish voice saying, "Yeah, cum in my mouth."

And then I realized that an almost symbiotic outcome had taken shape -- in domino fashion, Coral's orgasm had led Alison to hers, and Alison's climax brought Greg to his peak. I listened now to Greg's feverish grunting, "Oh... oh... oh... ohhhhhh!" and I knew I was only seconds behind.