by Dog
Star 
Auntie II
Part I can be found here
My husband Mark thought I was crazy. “Do you really want to take four girls camping?” he asked. “They’re not exactly accustomed to roughing it, you know; not used to being in the woods at night. You’re going to have your hands full.”
“Don’t over-dramatize it,” I said. “I promised Jessica, and since she’d be going to a new school, I thought it would be fun for her to spend some time with her old friends. We’ll be fine.”
Still doubtful, nevertheless he helped me pack up our SUV for the trip. Jessica joined us and pitched in as we stowed as much gear as we could and still have room for four passengers and their packs. We’d made lists of what the girls should bring and not bring. Bathing suits were on the list but I wondered how often we’d wear them. Mark had questioned why I packed the large tent instead of the two smaller ones we had. I explained it was to keep the girls from being afraid at night. I certainly wasn’t going to tell him the real reason.
Megan, Delia and Heather were as animated as could be when we picked them up one after the other. During the long drive upstate we talked about all the things we would do, swimming and hiking among them. Nothing was said about nudity though we all knew that was part of the trip’s allure.
“Are you sure there won’t be anybody around?” Heather asked.
“It can’t be guaranteed, though where we usually go I’ve never seen another soul.”
“Auntie, what about bears and like other animals?” Jessica said.
“The animals are more afraid of us than we are of them. They’ll stay away as long as we don’t leave our food around to tempt them.”
They wanted to know about swimming, and I reiterated earlier discussions about the nearby stream and how cold the water would be. “One toe in there, and you may not want to go in.”
Megan laughed and said, “I bet it will feel funny on my cunny,” and laughed again at her rhyme. We all laughed with her.
As we went from the Interstate to narrower and narrower roads, the girls grew quiet, probably thinking about the solitude spurred by the sparsely populated, forested surroundings we were driving through. I got a few “are we there yet?” questions. When we did arrive at the ranger station outpost, I showed them my camping permit and explained in general terms where we were going. Like my husband, the rangers seemed dubious of me bringing four girls camping but I assured them I knew what I was doing and that we had all the necessary gear.
Unlike a lot of SUVs in the city, ours could handle off-road territory; which was a good thing since I soon left what could be loosely classified as a ‘road’ and worked my way through the trees on nothing more than well-worn ruts.
“We won’t get lost, will we?” Delia asked. I heard the trepidation in her voice.
“No sweetheart, we won’t get lost. I’ve been here enough times I recognize every tree.” I got a couple of nervous chuckles out of that line. By the time we reached my special camping spot, the SUV was bouncing wildly over the rough track that was really no track at all, and the girls were less than enthusiastic. At least nobody got carsick.
Jess and Delia were the most impressed by the solitude of the spot. Delia said, “Wow, I bet, like, there’s nobody around for miles!”
“I hope not, if we’re going to be naked,” I said. Their enthusiasm for getting naked was blatant, but I recommended that we wait until we got the tent and camp site set up and functional. The small clearing where we pitched the tent was high ground and surrounded by trees. You can hear the stream though not see it. My permit allowed me to build a fire, and on the fringe of the clearing was a well-used fire pit. Like I said, this was a favored spot.
“Are you ready to go swimming?” I asked. The giggling laughter as they got out of their clothes and dug out towels was my answer. Wearing only our sneakers or flip-flops, we walked to the stream. I pointed out a small rocky section that functioned as a ‘beach’ to a less turbulent part of the stream. Jess was first into the water, and in seconds was the first out of the water.
“It’s way too cold!” she exclaimed. The rest of us were much more cautious entering the water, immersing ourselves slowly. Shivering and giggling girls surrounded me as I waded, and in spite of the cold I was aroused, their rosy red bodies asking to be devoured.
Megan whispered to Jessica, “Look at your aunt’s nipples!”
Because of the cold water, they were as stiff as steel rods while the surrounding areolas were puckered and taut. Now all the girls were staring at them. Megan was the first to touch me. Needless to say we weren’t in the water long. Lying on the big rocks along the edge of the stream, I had four little beauties make love to me. In a silent ballet, they divided up my erogenous zones. Delia got my clit.
My moans echoed through the trees. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddd!” I proclaimed to the wind, the girls, and to the birds that I flushed from their perches in the treetops as I climaxed. My body bucked so hard I nearly threw the girls off me. Then, with a finger in her pussy, I licked my juices from Delia’s lips before kissing her deeply. I finger fucked her even as Megan’s sweet bald cunt vied for my mouth’s attention and Heather and my niece were in a sixty-nine, tongues flashing. The sound of girls tittering in orgasm rose above the sound of the rushing water, and was the sweetest of all nature’s sounds as far as I was concerned. Our orgy seemed to go on forever. Jessica had just given me an incredible orgasm and said, “I love you, Auntie,” when Heather said she was hungry. Oh yeah—food! We dipped once more in the frigid, swirling water before heading up to the campsite with towels wrapped around our naked and sexually sated bodies.
We dressed and went on a firewood hunt. I explained what to look for and gather. Thankfully there were enough blown down branches to chop some decent size pieces from. I wasn’t going to let my little darlings wield the axe and get hurt; so I did the chopping. They were mesmerized by the construction of a good fire. We got a good one going and I quickly brought out the food and cooking utensils. I guess romping around naked and hours of good sex can make you hungry, since after we were finished eating I wondered if I’d packed enough food.
The girls wanted to know why they couldn’t still go naked, but when moments later a park ranger came by to check on the fire they understood. He wasn’t one of the men we saw when we checked in at the ranger station. This guy was a young hunk, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t undress him with my eyes as he looked over my troop of angels.
“Thanks, we’re okay…been to this spot before,” I said after he complimented me on the campsite, the fire, and my daring for bringing four girls along with me; four girls who openly flirted with the uniformed Adonis. I walked with him a ways beyond the clearing before I said, “If you want to, and won’t get into trouble, you can check on us tomorrow and maybe go swimming with us in the stream. That is if us not having suits is a problem for you or your fellow rangers.”
“It’s not as if it’s a rule or anything, but nudity is frowned upon…but way out here…it don’t bother me none, and this is my area.”
“Then you’ll join us?”
“We’ll see,” he said, but by then I was holding his hand. The tremor told me his answer was a more than a maybe.
Mosquitoes dictated that after dusk our nudity needed to be curtailed. Around the campfire we did the usual—toasted marshmallows and talked about the opposite sex. We talked openly about the sex we’ve been having. The girls reiterated their understanding of the illegalities of it all because of their age, and declared anew that they would never tell anyone about us. Fiery Delia was the first to bring up the ranger who’d visited us.
“He’s a dream…he’s hot,” she said. The others teased her for her obvious attraction, though eventually they all admitted to the same reaction. I admitted it too.
“Auntie, do you think he’ll show up to swim with us?” Jessica asked.
I smiled. “Did you see the way he looked at all of us?” In hindsight, they understood his look, probably from being ‘undressed’ by many a look like that in their lives so far.
“Are we gonna be naked?” asked Megan.
Before I could answer her, Heather wondered, “Will he go naked if he comes?” Now THAT was the million dollar question.
“Do you want him to be naked?” I asked the group. They all nodded vigorously. “Then we should let him see us, right?”
Of course, male anatomy was a mystery to them, so we talked about men and their equipment, which eventually turned to the mechanics of heterosexual sex.
Heather asked, “When you wanted to know if we noticed how he looked at us, ‘looking’ meant he was thinking about having sex with us. Is that what he was thinking?”
I said, “I think he wants to see you all naked, but he knows sex would be wrong with you, never mind he’d probably hurt you and get in trouble. He definitely was thinking about sex with me, though.”
“Hurt us?” Megan said. “How would he do that?”
Jess laughed and answered for me. “You’re small and he’s probably got a big fat one that wouldn’t fit inside you.”
When Delia piped in, “I bet he’d fit in me. My hairbrush handle fits.” We all laughed, and then we had to soothe Delia’s hurt feelings because we laughed.
The fire died away as the girls grew sleepy. I ushered them into the tent before cleaning up (can’t leave food leftovers around to attract animals) and dowsing embers (don’t want Smokey the Bear pissed at me). By the time I too entered the tent, they were already naked and giggling. They undressed me and then we became one big flesh pile over the sleeping bags and air mattresses. Delia’s orgasm was so loud we joked that she’d been fantasizing about the ranger. “Or maybe you’re thinking about your hairbrush,” my niece said. We laughed again as Delia blushed.
Overall the girls didn’t sleep well, which was to be expected. The nocturnal sounds of the forest didn’t bother me but to them every one was a frightful new experience. They more or less slept around me, clinging to me like a litter to their mom. They weren’t being sexual, yet their bodies touching mine aroused me to no end. After Jessica whispered, “I love you, Auntie for taking us camping,” I begged and she fingered me, getting me off quickly.
After dawn, I let them sleep while I gathered and chopped more wood. With the fire going well, I got bacon and eggs from the cooler and began to cook them up, scrambling the eggs as I like them. The food smell entered the tent and four naked, yawning, hungry girls emerged. Megan wasn’t a fan of bacon, and Heather didn’t like scrambled eggs, but we made do with some bread slices toasted (more like burnt) over the flames.
When we were finished, they helped me carry the cooler down to the stream. I explained to them that placing the chest in the chilly water would make the ice, and thus our food supply last longer. I once again marveled at how comfortable they were in walking around naked. I thought about how less fucked up society would be if we ditched the prudery and then ditched our clothes.
Heather lowered one foot into the water and declared, “Yow…it’s like way too cold to go swimming!”
“We’re supposed to have a sunny day so the stream should warm up soon enough. In the meantime, let’s do some exploring.” For the first time we actually put shorts or bathing suits on, not to swim but in case we ran into anyone while hiking. I did my best as a girl scout, showing them how to mark and read a trail, while studying the sun’s position as guidance. The animals we saw were the non-threatening kind, like rabbits and squirrels. The girls loved it.
We really had become a nudist camp, since as soon as we returned they were out of their clothes in a flash. I chastised myself for leaving the dying fire unattended, wondering what our ranger friend would say about that. We retrieved cold cuts and cheese from the cooler and ate sandwiches for lunch lying on the rocks beside the stream. Light skinned Delia burned quickly, so she ran back up to the campsite to get sunscreen while the rest of us relaxed.
Heather did the foot immersion test again and announced the water was warmer. We jumped in while Delia remained on a rock and applied sunscreen. From the stream I watched her palm linger over her immature breasts, her nipples puckered stiff. The fiery little redhead sure was a sensual girl, I thought, as the other hand unconsciously traveled down to her pussy.
We were frolicking in the stream when we heard someone speak above us. “Am I still invited?”
The girls didn’t know how to react at the sudden appearance of the ranger, seeing them naked. Delia stopped touching herself and openly displayed her nubile young body for him to view. I gauged the others’ interest and then said, “The invitation still stands, but of course you have to get naked like us.”
He smiled then began to remove his uniform, neatly folding the clothing and setting everything on a large boulder. Delia audibly gasped when he dropped his boxers and his dick sprang out. He looked back at Delia and his sizable tool thickened and rose higher. He walked down the rocks and entered the water right next to a gawking Megan. “You’re a cute one. You ever see one of these?” he said to the petite blond girl, shaking his semi-erect cock as he waded by. Her moan was loud enough for all of us to hear.
When he stopped to size up Heather and Jess who were standing side by side, he was fully tumescent. He looked like he was going to touch one or both of the girls when I shouted, “Touch either one of them and it’ll be the last thing you do.”
He looked at me as if he finally realized I was there. Like shutting off one light and turning on another, he turned his focus to me, looking my body up and down. He must have liked what he saw since his already stiff cock bobbed several times. He waded up close to me and brazenly said, “Are you sure you can handle all the wild beasts out here?”
“I can handle any beast, especially the one I’m looking at,” I said, then added “and I’m in need of some handling myself right about now.”
He glanced at the girls who were all staring at him. “In front of them?”
“Why not? Consider it sex education.”
I bent over a boulder at the water’s edge and presented my ass to him. He glanced from one girl to another, smiling as he positioned himself behind me, making sure they could see as much of his penetration of me as possible. Delia had scrambled down from the rocks and into the water so she too could watch along with Jess, Megan and Heather.
“Oh yeah…that’s good…fuck me hard…yes…like that…yes,” I bellowed as he did exactly what he was told. The ranger (who I still didn’t have a name for) was an energetic fucker and his great cock was a welcome fit for my tight, hungry vagina. I glanced over at the girls to see that all four had their hands at their little pussies and were masturbating furiously, probably warming up the cold water around them by several degrees. As I cried out that I was cumming, Jessica cried out to me with “Auntie,” as she too seemed to be climaxing. My new fuck-buddy ranger groaned a bit louder than he had been and so I knew he was about to cum. “Pull out,” I said, “let them see you cum.”
He pulled out of me while I was still experiencing the last twitches of orgasmic contraction, unloading several good cum-spurts over my backside. First Megan, and then Heather and Delia let the forest know they were cumming too. It wasn’t until we had all quieted down that I overheard Megan whisper, “Did you see that?”
Before he left us, I finally found out his name was Eric. Since he knew how long we were staying in the forest, he asked if he could join us again when he could “get away” while on patrol, and I told him it was okay by me. The girls were all for it too.
I fielded so many questions about the sex I had with him, about his anatomy and how he felt inside me. We talked about his ejaculations and their baby-making potential. The girls remained thoroughly aroused throughout; their voyeuristic masturbating unsatisfactory and leaving them wanting more.
We went into the tent where I serviced each of them in turn. I loved the sound of their kittenish cries as they climaxed, coating my tongue with sweet juices of youthful exuberance.
Megan was the one who kept asking about Ranger Eric and sex. She was so damned eager to offer her hymen to him I had to explain that he was too big for her and it would probably hurt too much. I gave her the “someday you’ll meet a special boy” speech before I gave her my tongue for a second orgasm, while the others watched and talked about my interpretation of Eric’s size.
“Yes, he’s very big compared to other men,” I reiterated, fueling their young imaginations.
“Does it feel good? Having a big one, I mean,” asked blushing Heather.
“It feels really good, but not nearly as good as when you use your tongue on me, Heather dear.”
The rest of the day and evening were spent like that: a skinny-dip in the stream, a short hike, meal preparation, and more sex. At night before bed, I watched Jessica get Heather off, her orgasm like a tiny explosion. Seeing Heather squirt on Jessica’s lips and chin had me fingering myself to my own orgasm.
By the next morning the idea of nudity had somewhat worn off, except when Ranger Eric’s name came up. To a girl they wanted to see him naked and be seen as well. We had a hearty breakfast after gathering and chopping more firewood. One thing was for sure, the outdoors and the sex sure made these girls hungry! After cleaning up we went down to the stream, where I became a girl myself, horsing around with the four of them. As if on cue, no sooner did Delia openly wonder if Eric would show, there he was, smiling at us while removing his uniform. All it took, I guess, was one look at the naked girls to get him hard. As he sat on a rock at the edge of the stream, I waded over and made sure he understood what was to happen.
“No penetration, you got that?” I said, and he nodded. “They want to learn about you—men really—so they’ll play at their own pace. Don’t force anything.” That was what the girls wanted, and the ranger agreed.
Like a king surrounded by his harem, the four of them crowded around him and touched and stroked his cock. For a while he just laid back and enjoyed it, but as first Megan then Delia drew closer, he began to stroke their bodies in return. I could tell that he was particularly aroused by petite Megan. After a bit more play, he picked Megan up and sat her on his face. His tongue was breaking the “no penetration” rule, but I figured that was okay. She squirmed and moaned as he worked her orally, while the other three were kissing and stroking his amazingly hard shaft. Delia looked like she had one eye glued to her friend Megan’s writhing body as she kissed Eric’s cock-head, so she didn’t realize he had leaked a good amount of precum until she tasted it, recoiling slightly at the surprise. I laughed to myself when she figured out it didn’t taste too badly and went back for another.
Megan screamed first as she came all over the ranger’s face. Then he let go an astounding burst of cumshots that splattered and surprised Delia, Jess and Heather, who squealed with delight.
They cleaned up in the stream, but soon their proximity and touch got him stiff again. Delia surprised me by nearly impaling herself on his erection before I stopped her, reminding all of them of what we’d talked about, plus the fact he didn’t have a condom. The girls worked him over with hands and bodies until he was cumming again in fountain-like splendor.
Ranger Eric wished us well, saying that the next few days were his time off. He thanked us for his “relief,” and making sure our agreement that nobody talked was still in place. He knew he was the one at risk, so he had to trust us. The girls restated that he could. I flirted with him one last time, saying that I’d look him up next time I came up here.
During the remaining time camping, sex was the only topic. They’d talk about Eric and his cumshots, imagining that he had ejaculated inside their tight little vaginas. At night everything was back to girl-girl, the orgasms magnified by their supercharged imaginations.
The ride home was a bit somber since Jess wouldn’t be seeing her friends for a while, going to a new school. Sex wasn’t being discussed anymore, though Megan did kiss and thank me; Heather and Delia doing the same after they arrived home. Mark asked lots of questions about how things went. Jess and I, both exhausted, simply winked at each other and smiled, saying it was the best vacation ever. With the taste of four nubile young girls still on my tongue and the memory of how well Eric’s cock filled me, I had good reasons to smile.
In the time leading up to day one of school, Jessica was obviously apprehensive. I made her day when I said, “Maybe next school holiday we can have Heather, Delia and Megan here for a sleepover. How does that sound?”
She hugged me tightly and said, “Auntie, you’re the best! I love you so much.” Then with a sly grin on her lips, she added, “Maybe you could sleep with me tonight? Just tell Uncle Mark that I’m still afraid from camping.”
“You little devil you!” I said, though it sure did sound like a good excuse. Our kiss went way beyond an aunt with her niece, but after all we’ve done what would you expect?
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