“Almost—there—” I whispered. I could feel myself trembling with anticipation. “Don’t stop—a little more.”
Then my grip faltered, and I fell. The rope secured around my waist pulled taught as I swung harmlessly from the cliff wall. I leaned back, waiting for my heavy breathing to subside.
“You alright?” called Charlie from above.
“Almost got it,” I called back. I had time to examine where I had failed in the climb as he pulled me up. My arms were so sore as tensed my hands into fists painfully.
“Not bad for your first attempt,” Charlie said, lifting me up over the cliff edge.
“Thanks,” I said, then pecked him on the cheek. “Woah—your right, this place is Charlietiful.”
Behind Charlie lay a secluded plateau on the cliffside. Glimmering in the afternoon sun sat a still pond surrounded by trees, fed from snowmelt higher in the peaks. Water babbled around us, cascading off the rocks where we had just ascended.
“How many people know about this place?” I asked.
“Know about it? Probably a lot. How many people come up here? Few,” he said, pulling up the last of the rope. “Only way in is to climb. And, well, that isn’t for everyone.”
“I can agree with that,” I laughed, tensing my wrists.
“Come on, I’ll show you where we will put the tent for the weekend,” said Charlie.
I had been seeing Charlie for a few weeks by now, though not exclusively. Charlie just liked to have a little fun and the outdoors is where he wanted to have it usually. At first it was a bit tiring. But it was in moments like these, lost in an otherwise untouched woodland, that it was worth it.
We took some time unpacking our tent and getting settled. I forgot to bring my swimsuit, so I stripped out of my tank and shorts, wearing only my bra and thong. Charlie jumped in for a swim while I splashed at the water’s edge with my feet.
“This water is freezing!” I said, watching him.
“It is snow runoff. You get used to it!” he said.
“Yeah right,” I whispered.
The sun felt good against my bare skin, and for a while I tilted my head back, enjoying the warmth. A pair of rough, frigid fingers against my ankles shook me from the relaxation.
Charlie was still in the water, kissing at my ankles playfully. He knew just what I liked. Kissing along my soles then licking my toes. The warmth of his mouth amplified the sensitivity, and I let out a soft moan. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer.
When he started to pull down my thong, I stopped him.
“Wait,” I asked, instinctually glancing around, “you sure we are alone?”
He gave me one of his charming smiles, took off my thong, and threw it to a patch of grass near where I sat at the water’s edge.
I moaned as he took my limp transcock in his mouth. I puckered pleasantly as he wiggled a chilled finger into my asshole, then relaxed. Charlie knew that even though I had a difficult time getting hard, it still felt good to have my transcock sucked. I loved the way he would pull with his lips and swirl with his tongue.
“Lie back—like a good girl,” he said.
I obeyed.
He reached up and undid my bra, tossing it beside my thong. I felt anxious about being completely naked in public, but also really turned on. Then Charlie spread my legs. I rested them on his shoulders as he started to eat my ass, stroking my transcock as he put his tongue inside me. Then a finger. Then two. Slowly working until his entire hand was in my asshole.
“Are you going to cum?” he whispered.
“I want to,” I blushed, “but—you know. It feels really good, honestly, it’s just—”
“I know,” he said. His muscles glistened as he pushed out of the water and onto the patched grass beside me.
“But that doesn’t mean you can’t cum,” I said, pushing him onto his back. I started to untie his swimsuit.
His trunks gave a wet plop as I tossed them aside. It was exhilarating, just the two of us completely naked in the mountains. I straddled him, pulling at his not fully hard cock. Charlie pawed at my little breasts, tugging at my nipples.
I spun around, leaning forward in a reverse cowgirl position. I guided his cock into my asshole, leaning back to push it deeper and deeper inside of me. Charlie grabbed my ankles and moved my feet to rest on his chest as I lifted up and down. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me with every thrust.
I couldn’t hold back the moans, the mingled noise of our pleasure echoing off the cliffside. I felt him tense beneath me, and I knew he was about to cum. Spinning around I took his cock in my mouth. I liked the way the warmth of his cock felt on my tongue after being in my asshole.
Charlie grunted, and I held my lips tight around his tip. Cum poured in my mouth, spraying my tongue and teeth. I cradled his balls, stroking out every last drop of cum. I held out my sticky tongue, swirling it around in my mouth.
He collapsed backward with satisfaction, and I wilted in the grass beside him.
“Did you swallow?” he asked, looking at me quizzically.
“I—wike the way—it fweels—” I said with a blush. I gulped loudly as I swallowed the huge load. “I was enjoying it.”
“Okay weirdy.”
“Weirdy?” I gasped. “See if I give you a blowjob again!”
“Oh? I guess we will just see about that,” Charlie grinned.
After a while of silently enjoying the sun on our naked bodies, we got dressed and started to settle for the night. I started to prepare our meal as the sun dipped beneath the mountains as Charlie collected what meagre firewood could be scavenged from around the little plateau.
“A few more minutes and it should be done,” I said, peeking into the kettle. “Plenty of time.”
“For what?” asked Charlie. He was standing by our tent, adjusting a string.
I dropped on my knees and thumbed at his shorts. “For a little appetizer,” I said. I felt for his cock. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Open your mouth,” said Charlie. “And stick out your tongue.”
I did what he told me.
“Now lick slowly along my shaft. Just like that.”
I licked down his shaft, circling his balls. It was so wet with my tongue flat against his skin.
“Now put it in your mouth,” said Charlie.
I slurped my way to the tip, then slid it between my lips.
Charlie put his hands behind my ears. “Now take it deeper.” He pulled my head down around his cock. “All the way.”
I choked, but he held me down. He pulled my hair back into a ponytail, guiding me as I worked up and down his shaft with loud and sloppy gagging.
Snap echoed something at the edge of camp.
Panicked, we both turned, Charlie barely able to tuck away his cock as an unexpected pair approached our camp.
“Hello?” I called, brushing some dirt from my knees and wiping at the corner of my mouth with my sweater.
“Sorry to bother you,” one said. He had the wide eyes of one clearly exhausted but far from ending their day. “Can you tell us where the descending point is?” The girl at his side was nearly out of breath, and unlike him, she wasn’t winning in her battle against the fatigue.
“Would you like some water?” I asked, walking over with a bottle, and holding it toward the girl.
“Yes please, thank you,” she huffed. “I’m Lindsey. And this is Andy.”
“I’m Steph, and this is Charlie,” I smiled. “Charlie knows the climb better than me. Or so I thought.” I shot him an accusatory, but ultimately innocent, glare.
“We came down the wrong way I think,” said Andy. “Got a little lost—as much as I don’t want to admit that. Luckily, we saw your fire. How much further would you say it is?”
“A couple hours at best,” said Charlie, “but that is with good light. I don’t think it would be safe to climb down tonight.”
Lindsey and Andy grumbled amongst themselves.
“You can camp with us if you’d like,” I said. “I mean, we brought two sleeping bags, but realistically we are only going to be in one,” I winked toward Charlie.
Andy refused, but I noticed Lindsey pursing her lips.
“We were just about to eat,” I added, “and there is plenty for the four of us. Really, if Charlie says it is dangerous to climb down without light, I wouldn’t feel right about letting you go.”
“Alright,” Andy eventually said. “Thank you.”
“Don’t sweat it,” I said, “here, you can set your pack down by ours.”
We all sat eventually settled, getting to know each other over the comfort of a fire and a hot meal. I could see the release of tension as they settled into the thought of camping the night with us. Charlie and Andy seemed to have a lot in common, caught up in a conversation that really only had enough room for two. Lindsey and I chatted.
I leaned over and squeezed Lindsey’s arm. “So, how long you two been together?”
She blushed. “This is actually our—first date,” she whispered.
“Woah. Well, one to remember I guess,” I said. I reached into my pack and uncorked a bottle of wine I brought along. “Want some?”
“Absolutely,” she said, taking a swig. “And um—sorry about interrupting earlier.”
“Interrupting?” I asked, stealing a swig of my own.
“You know—when you were—um—making him smile before we walked over,” Lindsey whispered.
I felt my cheeks flush with heat. “Caught that did you.”
“We only watched a little,” she jested, “I suggested that we wait until you finished him off.”
“How thoughtful of you,” I smiled, glad to hear he making light of an otherwise compromising encounter. “Consider it luck you didn’t stumble on us earlier.”
“What are you two whispering about over there?” asked Charlie.
“Us? Oh, girly stuff, don’t worry about it. Wine?” I asked.
Charlie shook his head and grinned, accepting the bottle before passing it off to Andy.
“So, are you two, you know—intimately involved?” I asked Lindsey when the conversation resumed. This time she blushed.
“I really don’t know. That was the plan. I think. After we finished our climb and got back to our hotel. But then we got lost, and tired, and well, ended up in your camp,” said Lindsey.
“Charlie and I could go for a walk around the pond if you wanted a little time,” I grinned, taking out the second bottle of wine from my pack. “The tent is actually quite romantic.”
“I’ll think about it,” laughed Lindsey.
We kept talking into the night, drinking a little more than we probably should have. Lindsey was funny and cute, but with each drink, I felt the urge to straddle Charlie. To feel his cock in my hands. To feel my asshole stretch as he pushed into me. How it throbbed just before cumming.
“You alright?” Lindsey asked.
“Yup,” I murmured, “be right back, just got to pee.”
“Same. I’ll go with you,” she said, following after me.
We found a tree, each of us squatting on one side of it.
“Can I ask you something, Lindsey?”
“Yeah?”
“Would it be uncomfortable if I had sex with Charlie in the same tent as you and Andy?”
“What?” she gasped.
“Forget I said anything—a bit too much wine I think.”
“Only if I can have sex with Charlie, too,” she teased.
“Oh, I see how it is,” I replied, pulling up my shorts. “Well, if you get to get to fuck Charlie, then I get to fuck Andy.”
“And here I thought your hospitality had no boundary,” Lindsey laughed. “But no, there is a limit, apparently.”
“So that is how it is going to be, then, huh?” I replied.
“I’ll show you how it is going to be,” she said. Then she pushed me against the tree and clumsily kissed me. Before I even knew what was happening, we were making out with one of Lindsey’s hands up my shirt and squeezing at my boob.
“I think you’ve had a bit too much wine,” I said, almost hiccupping.
“Just enough to overshadow my shyness,” she whispered.
“Or enflame your horniness,” I said. When she started to kiss at my neck, I slid my hands along her chest and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed me harder against the tree as I reached around and put a finger in her ass. I pulled it out wet, sucking on the finger. “Follow me.”
Lindsey followed staggeringly back to camp.
“Oh hey,” Charlie said, “that took a while.”
I grabbed Charlie and Andy, dragging them into the tent.
“What are we doing, Steph?” Charlie asked.
“Lindsey said my hospitality had limits,” I smiled, “and I am going to show her she is wrong.”
Lindsey pushed me down into the middle of the tent. She straddled me, then kissed me hard.
“Woah,” yelped Andy. “What are you doing?”
“I mean—” started Charlie, “if you don’t have any objections—I don’t mind watching this unfold?”
“You have a point,” Andy laughed.
I ignored them both. My focus was now on Lindsey. I bit at her lip as she pinned my wrists. I pulled at her shirt as she moved for my sweater, and with two quick snaps both our bras were on the ground beside us.
I sat up, biting at her nipples. I rubbed her bigger boobs with jealousy. She pushed me on my back, then started kissing down my body. My breathing slowed as she moved past my little breasts, beyond my stomach, and along my hips.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I whispered.
My transcock was hard when she yanked down my thong, jiggling before she held it. She looked up at me with big brown eyes, slowly sliding the tip of my transcock into her mouth. She pushed her lips further down until they were firm against my body.
“How does this feel?” she asked.
I couldn’t help but moan. A part of me worried that Charlie was going to be jealous, and how silly this was of me to start. But when I looked at him, he just seemed excited. Even Andy watched with what looked like anticipation.
Lindsey coughed, my transcock pushing up against the back of her tongue. When she gasped for breath I spun her onto her back, nudging her onto one of the sleeping bags so that she would be more comfortable.
I wiggled off her unfastened pants. I struggled to get them off her ankles, having to hold her legs up before they slid away. I kissed along her calf, slowly moving toward her bare feet. She squeaked when I put my tongue between her toes, resisting at first, then pushing her foot into my mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she said, “I like it.”
I tossed her legs open and dropped to her pussy. She was so wet and warm. Charlie and Andy watched as I licked along her lips, spreading her cheeks and swirling my tongue up and down her pussy.
I got on my knees between her legs, sliding my transcock into her asshole. It was tight, and it was tougher since I wasn’t fully hard.
“Care to join us?” I asked. I pulled Charlie to stand next to me, pushing Andy toward Lindsey. Getting his shorts down was easy, making sure I still maintained eye contact with Lindsey as I started to suck Charlie’s cock.
Lindsey fumbled at Andy’s shorts, pausing as his cock when they fell to the ground. Andy had a really nice cock—narrow tip and slightly curved. I felt a little jealous when she held out her tongue and took him in her mouth. We both watched each other sucking off our dates, my transcock as deep as it could go into her asshole.
Charlie grabbed the back of my head, forcing his cock down my throat. I coughed, and spittle dripped from my lips, but I managed to keep him fully in. Charlie knew my limits and how to ride them rough. I let him choose how fast I sucked, and how hard to thrust against the back of my throat.
A thin globule of spittle dripped from my chin and landed on my boobs. Lindsey was a lot cleaner in the way she sucked, carefully licking along Andy’s shaft. When I caught her eye, she leaned forward and pushed me onto my back.
“My turn,” Lindsey said.
She straddled me, pushing my transcock back into her asshole.
I pulled her in and pushed our boobs together, kissing her roughly. She held me firm against the ground by my boobs, sitting up. Andy stood next to her and she started to suck his cock. I was about to reach for Charlie, but she grabbed him first.
She kept stroking Andy’s cock as she grab hold of Charlie’s. She ran her tongue slowly around the tip, looking between him and me. Charlie brushed her hair aside as she pushed his cock against the inside of her cheek. It was slow and methodical the way she sucked, switching between Charlie and Andy.
When she was occupied with Charlie, I reached for Andy. His warm cock felt good in my cold hands. He was breathing hard already, eyes darting between me, Lindsey, and Charlie. I held his cock against my lips, stroking his shaft.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” I asked between moans.
“Yeah,” he whispered nervously.
“Want me to take your dick in my throat?” I asked.
When he nodded, I put his cock in my mouth. Cradling his balls and pushing as far as I could go. I grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head, letting him know he could be a little forceful. He was gentle at first, only lightly pushing my head down onto his cock. But as I kept sucking, he got rougher.
I could barely keep up with my breath. His cock was slick with my spit, and threads of spittle and precum hung from my chin. Finally, I had to push off his cock, desperate to catch my breath. When I looked at Lindsey, she was also struggling to keep up with Charlie’s demands.
My transcock limply fell out of Lindsey’s ass as I sat up.
“Time for us to take a little break,” I said. I got on all fours, gesturing for Lindsey to do the same beside me. We both leaned forward, our legs spread and asses upward.
I felt Charlie dropping to his knees behind me. When I turned around, Andy was doing the same to Lindsey.
“You got a little something on your chin,” I said, licking up the spittle and then kissing her. She moaned in the middle of kissing as Andy slid his cock in her. A moment later I felt Charlie’s cock pushing into my asshole.
I liked the sound that Charlie’s balls made when they slapped against my ass. He spread my cheeks as he fucked me, and I could feel the warmth of his cock bulging in my stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Lindsey said, “oh fuck I am going to cum.”
She turned onto her back, stroking her transcock as Andy slammed his cock in her asshole. She squirted a little cum onto her hand, licking it off her fingers as Andy kept pounding her.
“I—I think I might cum,” Andy said, easing off Lindsey. She leaned forward to stroke his cock as she held just the tip near her open mouth. Andy groaned and flexed, and Lindsey squeaked as he started to cum. Lindsey flinched, and cum shot across her face and chest.
With a final pulse, she pulled away, mouth slightly open and dripping with cum. I pulled her close for a kiss.
We swapped the cum back and forth, swirling it around in our mouths before spitting it back into the others. Lindsey kept it for a bit, showing Andy and licking the final few drops from his cock before swallowing it.
“Your turn,” she said to Charlie. She watched as Charlie thrust his cock in and out of my asshole. “Can you take all this in the ass?”
I moaned a weak reply. Charlie was close to cumming, I knew from the way he focused. He leaned forward and pulled at my shoulders, shoving his cock deep inside me. And then I felt it. The satisfying pulsation of his throbbing cock spilling cum inside me.
Charlie’s cock slid out of my asshole and he fell back breathing heavy. Lindsey got on her back and slid between my legs, grabbing my ass and pulling it toward her. It felt good when her tongue pushed into my raw asshole, swirling around.
I leaned back a little, carefully pushing out the cum. I felt it as it dripped from my asshole and into Lindsey’s mouth. She pushed me forward, and she held her mouth open for me to see the cum. I was surprised to find her struggling to keep it all in.
She stood above me as I knelt, dripping the cum into my mouth. I showed Charlie and Andy, then swallowed it. It felt warm as it ran down my throat, as if sipping a hot drink.
I laid back on the sleeping bag beside Charlie. Lindsey was doing the same with Andy, leaning against his chest.
“So,” I said, “how was your first date, Andy?”
We all just laughed.
“I’ve got to pee again, Steph will you go with me?” Lindsey asked. We were both still completely naked, so I grabbed a blanket and draped it between us.
“Sure!” I replied. “Can you guys get the fire going again?”
Charlie and Andy agreed, and I could hear them happily chatting to themselves as Lindsey led us into the trees.
“I don’t have to pee,” Lindsey whispered.
“Oh. Should we get back then?”
“You didn’t cum,” she said. I blushed, and I hoped she couldn’t see it in the little light from the moon.
“It’s just—tougher, you know.”
“I do,” she said. “Can I try?”
She pulled me to the ground, laying out the blanket a bit. “Here, just lay back.”
I did as Lindsey said. Then she intertwined our legs until my transcock was touching her pussy.
“Sometimes it isn’t about how hard you are getting fucked or stroked,” she said, grabbing one of my bare feet and brushing away a piece of grass. “But it is about finding the sensitive areas, and really focusing on those.”
She licked along my sole and I shivered with sudden excitement. I watched as she swirled her tongue between my toes, licking and kissing every inch of my feet. Then she grabbed my transcock—my hard transcock.
Lindsey pushed my foot into her mouth like she was deepthroating my toes. It felt different, but it was really turning me on. I grabbed her feet and did the same. They were a little dirty from our short walk around the tree, but I didn’t care. I was going to lick them clean.
We sucked each other’s feet, sliding the tip of my transcock against her wet pussy. After licking both her feet, she slid back and put them on my transcock. I liked how her toes felt as she stroked me. And then I felt something.
“Almost—there—” I whispered. She didn’t stop, holding my transcock against her sole while stroking with her toes. “Oh fuck—oh yes,” I whispered.
My transcock pulsed, squirting cum over her toes. I moaned uncontrollably. Lindsey smiled, sitting closer and lifting her cum covered foot. It only took her a couple licks and it was clean.
I sat back, satisfied.
“Did you like it?” Lindsey asked.
“You have no idea how great that felt,” I said. “Just—don’t tell Charlie.”
“Our little secret,” she whispered.
We got up and went back to camp, bundled together. Charlie and Andy were chatting around the fire when we got back. It was strange, in a way, how intimate I had been with a complete stranger. Eventually, exhaustion was set to the side long enough, and we got in the tent to sleep.
We merged the sleeping bags, unzipping them and spreading them out so that we had a little more to work with. Charlie and Andy took the ends, while Lindsey and I took the middle. When I turned on my side, Lindsey started to spoon me, the both of us still completely naked.
I was torn, a bit. On one hand, I really liked Charlie. But I also felt connected with Lindsey. I sighed, leaning into Lindsey.
I’ll figure it out in the morning, I thought. Then fell asleep.