Dumb move: kayaking with anonymous eco-nerds. Three days of pouring rain. Blackflies devour me. Granola freaks munch raw pumpkin seeds and wheatgrass juice. Dinner? Red beans stinking of woods tea. Starving. Nature reserve—no fires, no fresh fish. Four more days of hell. Worse than purgatory.
Guide looked promising at first. Hemp clothes, drab brown. Psycho-nature vibe. But I’m horny single. Scanning the herd of twenty loners. Zilch. Gays, stiff vegans, virgins. Astrologer girl’s dickless. Done.
The Mutation
Last night: wild shouts from opposite bank. Laughter. Male roars. Booze. Drugs. Morning bannock breakfast—flour and water, sun-dried. Pass their camp. Jackpot. Three studs: blond, redhead, brunette. Ripped. Six hands. Three mouths. Three cocks.
They wave. Mock our spandex elite squad, PFD vests. I flash a grin. Barely stop from ripping off my top. Paddle steady. They crack beers, grill sausages. Decision hits. Defect. Take them by storm.
Plan flops. Fantasize sucking them in sequence. Filled by all three. Cum everywhere. Sneak out: shorts no panties, tank top. Underestimate night bugs. Fire glow leads wrong—old couple Michel and Monique. Fish and potatoes. Good meal. No gangbang.
Slip back. Capsize at shore. Guide wakes. LED lights blaze. Scene made. Breakfast tension: whispers I’m rude, un-natural. Unbearable.
Midday: spot them again. Sack secure. Dive in. Ditch the veggie cult. Triumphant welcome. Brunette hunk—Thomas, boxer build—helps. Wet tee clings. Perky tits shine through. Not Dolly, but cherries on apples work magic.
Chat. Fun over crazies bonds us. Brunette and blond single. Cute redhead—Patrick—bachelor party. Faithful? “Room for three, but two’s intimate.”
Midnight swim. Full moon. Two lovers. Blond Guillaume: soft skin, blueberry taste. Lac-Saint-Jean boy. Mouth him. Long thin cock conquers throat. Balls deep.
Thomas devours. Tongue plunges pussy. Fingers clit, ass. Maestro. Rams heavy gear deep. I explode selfishly. Ripe.
Kneel. Pump both cocks. Rub together. Subtle, then obscene. Alternate sucks. Blond drips. Offer pussy. Ride him. Suck brunette.
The Exploit
“Cum in my ass?” White eyes glow. He spears. Friend piles pussy. Ass too good. Grunts like moose. Blond claims slick hole. Long strokes hit deep. Length over girth. Frenzy. Orgasms crash. Balls slap pussy. God mode. Fills me. Fire. Joint. Entwined under stars.
Night stir: scratches. Peek tent. Redhead jerks. Clapotis excites. Two hours post-drain. Ready. Top off. Shorts only. Zip in. “Shh. Just suck.”
Thick round cock. Frenum lick. Gulp head. Balls. Rim ass. Flinch. Deep throat. Edge him. Fingers prostate. “Last chance, bachelor.” Squat. Oscillate. Accommodate girth. Loves it. Pounds. Flips me. Brutal re-impale. Bites tits. “You like my dick up your tight asshole, bitch?” “Yes, rough, bastard!”
Pulls hair. Throat fuck. Pile-driver ass. Fingers clit. Gush. “Gonna cum.” Swallow all. Prostate milk. Owns me. I own him. Slip back. Ecstatic. Shy?
Sun up. Bacon, potatoes. Kiss lovers. Eye redhead: “Epic night with your boys. Room for you today.” Smiles. Hearts race. Beers, joints. Rapids rip. Topless. They hunger. Veggies gawk. Wave sarcastic.
Camp. Eve suit. Dive. Thomas joins. Soap him. Underwater suck—hardens fast. He tongues under. Cunnilingus king. Beach. Sun warms black skin. Cock throbs.
Blond emerges. Thomas devours ass-pussy. Blond feeds cock. Thomas rims his balls. First bi sight. Redhead nears. Chaos. Bar open. Doggy glory.
Blond anals first. Mouth, pussy, ass owned. Switches. Thomas chokes throat. Patrick pussy-pummels. Blond intimate ass. Cum sync. Patrick re-ass. Thomas fucks Patrick. I see ecstasy. Convulse. Scream. Sunburned wreck.
No match. But relieved. Tonight: Patrick’s wedding. Cute bride. Wonder if he rails her like me. Thomas, Guillaume escort. Epic night ahead.