Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I like city life as much as the next guy, but every so often I find myself consumed by a desire to be around wiggly things like campfires and shorelines and away from the endless permutations of the cube, rectangular prism, and plane that urban life bombards your aesthetic sensibilities with. Friday was one of those days, and since it was a four-day long weekend, I decided to go camping. The spot I had in mind is magnificent, dear reader, but I am not going to tell you where it is. Enough people already know about it. I -(TM)ll just say it -(TM)s not too far from the BC/Alberta border. After a 5-hour, largely uphill hike to get to it, you arrive at the east end of a small, turquoise lake. The Rockies look exceedingly picturesque from there. The campsite is on the other side of the lake, beside a small waterfall. I invited two friends, but they backed out, probably because their girlfriends hated hiking and camping. Well, a little solitude never hurt anyone. In fact, I didn -(TM)t mind at all. Which is why I was rather worried to see a flash of red that could only be somebody else -(TM)s tent, as I rounded the north end of the lake toward the campsite. Silently I hoped they wouldn -(TM)t be too noisy. The good thing is that the 5-hour hike to get there usually weeds out the assholes who go -camping - with barrels of beer and proceed to shout at each other inanely all night and blast music on their portable stereos. If you -(TM)re one of those faux-campers, know this: we all think you -(TM)re a twat. There was nobody at the mysterious tent as I came to the campsite, so I quickly set up my tent, threw my clothes into it, and made myself some food -" noodles in a cup and sausages with a couple sourdough rolls. It -(TM)s funny how much better food tastes in the mountains. A simple warm roll after a long hike could taste as if it had been kneaded between the thighs of Cuban virgins. I felt much better, but still very sticky with sweat and dirt, so I proceeded to put on some shorts and wander over to the little waterfall. You have to be a little careful with the thing, because directly under the main stream is a deep hole that would be tricky to get out of. But I carried a long stick to probe water depth off to one of the sides of the falls, and wandered in, uttering a little girly cry at the cold water pounding down on me. I stood there in the pounding water for a minute, rinsing myself off. Coming back out, and seeing nobody was around, I took off my shorts and went back into the waterfall naked. No hiker I had ever met would have objected anyway. I got down on my hands and knees next to a ledge and let the cold water come crashing down on my back. I washed my whole body clean from the sweat of the trail. Then I left the waterfall to get clothed again. As I slipped into some dry clothes in my tent, I heard quiet, female voices from the occupied campsite. When I came out, I decided to wander over and say hi. The other campsite had a fairly large tent, and an athletic black girl in her early twenties with a buzzcut was starting a fire. She had bleached the little hair she did have, for a rather interesting effect. She was wearing a two-piece blue spandex outfit that highlighted her lithe body, with its small breasts and toned muscles. The top was a sort of sport bra affair. Women probably know the actual names of such things, but I don -(TM)t. She was crouching now, showing off a perfect, rounded bottom outlined in spandex. -Hi! - she said first, and smiled. -Hullo! - I offered in my diffident way. -Beautiful, eh? - -That -(TM)s for sure. Have you ever been up that path towards the east? - I admitted I hadn -(TM)t. -Lovely, - she said. -A bit of a climb, but leads up to a meadow just filled with wildflowers. - She had no noticeable accent; or rather, she had my accent, which is obviously the only correct way to speak English. -How long have you been here? - I asked her. -Oh, two days or so. - The other girl came out of the tent. She was a rather lovely strawberry blonde girl, with a ponytail and a more full figure. By today -(TM)s standards she was just a tiny bit chunky, but I -(TM)m somewhat partial to the Marilyn Monroe body type anyway. She gave me a shy smile from a heavily freckled face. -Ello, - she said. -I -(TM)m Sophie. - My favourite name. She was obviously a quebecoise; she had the accent (so-PHEE) and she had a Universit(C) Laval sweater on with tight khaki shorts. I cursed my parents to hell for not having put me in French immersion. High school had taught me only to list the names and colours of familiar animals. Le poisson est rouge. Le chat est noir. So I could confidently translate -Old MacDonald - for her, but otherwise I was just another anglo rube. Remembering we were doing introductions, I said -Paddy, - then realized I had shouted a little. They didn -(TM)t seem to mind. I turned toward the black girl. -Don -(TM)t ask, - she said, laughing as she threw a match into a nest of paper and kindling. -I go by Jasmine. - -Where are you guys from? - I asked. -Montreal, you? - -Edmonton. Say, would you two be interested in a cup of tea? - -More than you know, - said the black girl -- Jasmine. I -(TM)m always terrible with names. Jasmine, Sophie, Jasmine, Sophie - -Right then, I -(TM)ll get it going. I have rooibos, your eponymous jasmine green tea, and of course spruce bud tea is easy enough to make. - They had never had the latter, so I made it for them. Much to their surprise, they liked it. We settled down at their campfire and talked about the places we liked to hike around there. The sun was starting to set below the mountains, although it would be a couple of hours before it was under the actual horizon. I lay on my side. -You have a family at home? - asked Sophie of me after about two hours -(TM) conversation. We were roasting marshmallows at this point. -Just my parents, but they -(TM)re in a different city. - -What do you do? - she asked. -Don -(TM)t laugh. I -(TM)m a grad student in astronomy. - -No kidding? - said Jasmine. -What about you two? - -We both have shit jobs now, - said Jasmine, -but we want to start a teahouse together when we -(TM)ve saved a little. - I indicated to them that this would be a capital idea. -You know, - said Jasmine, -I feel like a kid right now. I feel like we -(TM)re going to play spin the bottle or something. - The wood on the fire shifted, and I poked it with a stick to get it burning better. -Or truth or dare, - I said thoughtlessly. Jasmine laughed. -What is this truth order? - asked Sophie. -Truth or dare. - Jasmine explained it briefly. Sophie -(TM)s eyes lit up. -I like it, - she said, and giggled. -Let -(TM)s play, hein? - Jasmine and I looked at the ground. Sophie laughed. -Courage! - -All right then, - I laughed out nervously. -Good, my turn first, - said Sophie between giggles. -Paddy, em -- truth or dare? Is that what one says? - -Yep. Um -- truth, - I replied. -You often shower naked in the waterfalls? - I redshifted like a distant galaxy. -Sorry, I didn -(TM)t notice anyone. - She smiled. -Jasmine made us hide and watch you, - she said. I looked at Jasmine. She was looking away, and I was prepared to bet that her dark skin concealed a blush. -She likes you, - added Sophie. -Oh, stop it, Sophie! - yelled Jasmine, mortified. I laughed. -I would have done the same for you, - I said, trying to be helpful. She didn -(TM)t seem less embarrassed. Sophie told her it was her turn to ask a question, and she got a look on her face that said: Now I -(TM)ll get my own back. Sophie inexplicably chose to receive a dare. -Sophie, - asked Jasmine, -I dare you to show us what -(TM)s in the bottom of your rucksack, under the clothes. - It was the lovely quebecker -(TM)s turn to flush. -Now I -(TM)m curious, - I said. It was obvious she hadn -(TM)t banked on this. Her expression would have been sadly familiar to, say, Napoleon after the winter invasion of Russia. Oooops. She got up and wandered over to her backpack. She opened it, rummaged around and took out a flashlight, then quickly replaced it. -No, no! - said Jasmine. -Show and tell, you minx. - Reluctantly, she took it out and brought it over. I saw now that it was, in fact, a rather stout red vibrator. A double dildo, to be specific. This was too good, I thought. This kind of thing only happens in wet dreams, and yet here it is. -A girl has needs, - said Sophie, trying to make light of it. -Does she ever! - I said without thinking. I smiled broadly. She tried to hide her face in her hands. I paused. -Are you two, um -- - -No, just old, old friends, - said Sophie. Then, seeing some explanation was in order, -I use the other end as an, em, handle, mostly. - She blushed again. I nodded and felt an uneasy shifting in or near my testicles, as if a battalion had presented arms. -She -(TM)s used it every night since we got here, haven -(TM)t you? - said Jasmine. -You think I -(TM)m asleep and you fuck yourself silly in your sleeping bag. - Sophie looked shocked at this abuse, but also titillated at being so exposed. Then the girls laughed good-naturedly. -My turn, - I said after a pregnant pause. -Jasmine, truth or dare? - -Dare. - -Brave girl! - I said. -Now, I was thinking, you -(TM)re looking a little sweaty. I think you need a shower. You may have noticed the waterfall to your left. Please have a wash in there. - She gulped. -Naked? - -Seems only fair. - So we wandered over to the falls. Jasmine didn -(TM)t have many clothes to take off. She pulled her spandex top over her head, and revealed the smooth, lovely dark skin of her back. Then she slid her spandex shorts down to her ankles, contorting her body to hide her crack from us a little. In doing so, she showed me a profile of her right breast. It was small but shapely, and the lighter pink of her nipple extended over a goodly part of it. Her nipple was almost as big around as a small cup. My penis, which had already been growing little by little till now, filled rapidly with blood. Jasmine, now naked except for some sandals, looked back at us briefly, then walked slowly into the falls. As a plume of mist hit her, she squealed at the cold. Not even noticing the movement of my feet, I followed her in, stopping halfway to undress and throw my clothes to the shore. I was not extremely strong, but I was thin and my muscles had good tone. Jasmine was a little unnerved by the cold and was backing up again. -Oh, no you don -(TM)t! - I said, with more confidence than I knew I had, and put my hands on her shoulders from behind. She turned, surprised. -You -(TM)re going in, to pay for your little peep show earlier. - I grabbed her above the elbow and walked forward, my body pressing into her back. She felt my penis hit one of her ass cheeks and moved forward quickly. I walked on resolutely, forcing her into the spray. She squealed some more, and I felt myself pulse hard at the sound. I was eating this up. But where the hell was all my sexual confidence coming from? Usually I -(TM)m pretty awkward. At last her whole body was under the falls. She continued to moan a little. After a few seconds I pulled her back out of the falls and spun her around to face me. -Well done! - I said. She was expressionless for a moment, then smiled broadly and giggled. On an impulse, I hugged her to warm her up. I could feel her nipples stabbing into me. They felt about as long as a finger. Jesus, this was incredible. On another impulse, I kissed her neck. Where the hell was this confidence coming from? There was a cough from the shore. -I -(TM)m being neglected, is that it? - Sophie was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. We started for the shore. I looked back at Jasmine, and she caught my eye. Yes, there was something there all right, and I knew myself well enough to know that it was not exclusively sexual. Nonetheless, there was no denying the urge I was feeling to flood her insides with wave after wave of semen. But I also wanted her to meet my mother at some point. Sophie gathered up our clothes as we were coming in, and threw them into the water at her feet. She grinned. -Better stay naked, hein? - So we traipsed shamefacedly back to camp behind Sophie. I found myself kissing Jasmine -(TM)s shoulders as we walked. She giggled delightedly at it, and Sophie turned to give us her best disapproving look. When we got back to camp, Sophie, who was clearly feeling mischievous, grabbed Jasmine -(TM)s spare clothes and threw them in the bear cache, blocking her from getting them. By that time we were getting quite cold. Jasmine went into the tent to warm up. Sophie gave me a knowing look. -You should go warm her up, - she said, looking at me archly and fluttering her eyelids. I went into the tent, removing my sandals. Jasmine was in a sleeping bag, only her head poking out. She grinned as I came in. -May I join you? - I asked. -Yes, - she giggled. She unzipped the side of the bag and spread it back, revealing her naked form. I knelt down and crawled in with her. As our bodies contacted each other, we both breathed in. I crawled in on top of her, letting my rather warmer body press down a little on hers. I could feel myself getting hard against her thigh. She kissed me strongly on the lips. I supported myself on one arm and ran the other down the whole, supple length of her body. As I came back up from her feet and toward her inner thigh, she arched her back upward and purred a little. It was at this time that Sophie came into the tent. Oblivious, I moved down to Jasmine -(TM)s crotch. A lot of heat was coming from it, and I could see, even as it was getting dark, moisture all down her little slit. I grabbed her thighs and took her entire pussy in my mouth, letting my tongue run slowly up from near her anus to the top of her slit. She let out a groan as I did so that made me want to be inside of her very, very badly, but I restrained myself and licked her instead, moving my tongue up her slit to her clitoris. Her thick, slippery lubricant tasted faintly of salt. She began to shift her position on my face, and absently pressed a hand to the back of my head. I took her clitoris into my mouth and suddenly found it was huge. It had sprung up very quickly to the nearly the size of a pinky finger. I sucked gently on it once. It was faintly penis-like, but not overly so. Ah, who am I kidding, I -(TM)m slightly bent anyway. There, I said it. -I love your huge clit, Jasmine, - I said. -I love it. - "Not all men do, you know, - she said. -Please -- - I obliged, taking it into my mouth strongly and running my tongue quickly up and down the shaft of the thing. She loved this, and showed it by ramming my head down onto her. I stuck two fingers into her vagina, massaging her top wall gently as I diligently sucked on her. I guess I stumbled onto her spot, somehow, because she rewarded me a minute later with a little deluge of liquid from her urethra. As she made her little squirt, she pressed me down onto her. -Y-yes! - she hissed desperately. Another little spray came as she humped my face violently, in ecstasy. Finally, she collapsed back on the ground. I was keyed up to the point of near-insanity. I had always dreamed of getting a girl to squirt. I became acutely aware of two ravenous eyes on us. Evidently Sophie had enjoyed our spectacle, because she looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Now I was more turned on than ever before in my life, but this situation would require some fancy footwork. What was Sophie -(TM)s role in all this? I permitted myself to hope for a threesome briefly. But that seemed unlikely. In any case, I didn -(TM)t want to think about how I would satisfy two women at once, when I was already going to explode at the slightest provocation. Jasmine seemed to see my thoughts, and smiled at me. -Ask Sophie what she likes to do to men, - she suggested. -Sophie, what do you like to do to men? - I asked obediently. In answer, Sophie reached again into her backpack and took out the double dildo. Then I understood. -Oh, I don -(TM)t know -- - I started. -I -(TM)d like it very much, Paddy, - said Jasmine. I looked surprised. -I have to admit, it turned me on hearing about it earlier. - I took another look at the thing. It had a bulbous, smaller end that obviously fit into Sophie -(TM)s pussy. The other end was more like a cock. Most worryingly, it was quite thick. I had fingered my ass many times, but this thing was nearly fist-thick. Mystifyingly, I heard myself, as if from a distance, say -Okay. - Then I added, -But I -(TM)m, em, over-stimulated right now, though. - I looked at Jasmine apologetically. She smiled and turned to Sophie. -Do you have condoms? - -Yes. - -Can I have two? - She reached down and slid them slowly onto me. Oh, mercy did it feel good. But maybe with two I could last a little while. Jasmine grabbed my ass, and kissed me hard on the neck. Then I kissed her mouth, running my tongue along hers, and slid my hands up and down her abdomen. She moaned, spreading her legs far, far apart, and told me she was ready. I slipped inside her easily, and she let out a little gasp. I wasn -(TM)t very big, really, but I could see why she had gasped. She was very tight. I told her so. Her clit prodded at me a little. Even through two condoms I could feel her wetness, and the head of my sex, which was throbbing as though my heart was right next to it, rubbed against all the little folds inside of her. We both inhaled sharply as I poked her cervix. Meanwhile, Sophie was undressing. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her large breasts break free from the sweater she was wearing. Her shorts removed (no underwear underneath), she crouched down. Jasmine and I watched as she took the bulbous end of the dildo and slid it inside herself with a gasp. Evidently the rather large bulb had had no trouble going in. She stood up, walked over to us, and ran her hand down my crack. Busy kissing Jasmine, I merely groaned. I had to admit, I wanted her inside me. What a whore you are, I thought to myself, and shifted backwards onto her hand. She laughed. -Eager, are you? - She grabbed a bottle from her backpack and uncapped it. I was moving in and out of Jasmine slowly, enjoying her lovely, tight moistness. I sucked at one of her huge nipples. -I want you to come again, - I said to Jasmine. -I didn -(TM)t see your face last time. - Obligingly, but a little shyly, Jasmine reached a hand down to her clitoris and began massaging it.vAs I slid out of her for the fifth time, I felt a pressure on my anus. -Easy, - said Sophie. -Stay still, and I will take you. I -(TM)m going to enjoy this. - She backed off a little and got the bottle, which was obviously lubricant. She slathered some onto her surrogate dick, then stuck a lube-covered finger into me. I gasped loudly at this, but my body loved it and rocked back onto it. -Good boy, - Sophie said, and as I looked down at Jasmine I could see the idea of my being penetrated made her very happy. She put her hands on my hips and braced them against the ground. -I -(TM)ll hold him, - she said, and smiled innocently at me. Before I could protest, the pressure on my sphincter had reappeared at was growing stronger. Sophie put her hands on my hips, interlocking her fingers with Jasmine -(TM)s. -Are you ready? - I started to say no, but Jasmine interrupted with a husky -Yes! -(TM) Then I felt my anus spread open wide -" far too wide! -" and the thick, hard dildo slid into me. I couldn -(TM)t help shouting. I tried to move myself away, but the two girls were holding me in place. I felt my ass tighten slightly as the bulbous head of the dildo entered me. Then the well-lubricated thing slid the rest of the way inside me. Good god was it long. I bit the sleeping bag to stop from screaming again. I moaned like a whore, and backed myself farther onto it. The girls looked at each other, in ecstasy at my wonton behaviour. -Now, fuck your girl, Paddy, - said Sophie. I obediently began to move in and out of the other young woman. Sophie stood still, allowing me to be filled by her huge dildo as I came out of Jasmine, and giving me some relief when I entered her again. Jasmine was watching me and jerking her clit furiously, her mouth open. -Give me just another, em, minute, - she said. -I -(TM)ll try, - I replied. Two condoms or not, I was ready to gush. I moved down lower, hooking my legs around Jasmine -(TM)s body and thrusting myself into her. I put my hand in my mouth and bit down, hoping to delay myself a little. It was difficult, as Sophie was pushing all the right buttons inside of me with that huge cock of hers. We continued like that for a minute or two, with me fucking Jasmine as hard as I dared, whimpering all the while, while Sophie penetrated me over and over again. Then Jasmine gave me the nod, and grabbing her by the waist, I began to really ram myself into her. Sophie crouched behind me and grabbed my shoulders, forcing herself into me deeply. I yelled in agony. Jasmine -(TM)s beautiful dark face was becoming contorted now. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed, and she let out a loud yell as I pounded her. She grabbed my hips and thrust herself onto me again and again, still yelling, and I lost it. I felt a wave of pressure rising inside me, starting from my balls and my tortured anus and washing towards my penis. A hot sensation accompanied the unmistakable flow of semen through my oversensitive urethra. I yelled too, and our howls went up together into the night air as Sophie jammed herself into my ass as far as she could manage. As I came, my sphincter squeezed the huge, vibrating dildo over and over again, making me yell louder. Sophie started to purr behind me and I guessed that she was there as well -" imagine our luck at the timing being right for all three of us! I kissed Jasmine to stifle us both and felt liquid coursing from me as Sophie, on top of me, shook soundlessly and violently in the throes of her own orgasm. I hugged Jasmine tightly and thrust rapidly until the wave had finished washing over both of us. Then I collapsed on top of her, sighing in pleasure. Sophie let out her breath, sliding herself out of me, and I felt a sort of pop as the dildo came out. I gasped, and my anus slowly tightened up again. Sophie stuck a hand into herself, removed it and slid some of her fingers into my mouth. -See how wet you -(TM)ve made me, you good little boy? - she whispered. -I am NOT finished with you. - -Nor I, - added Jasmine. -Oh, fuck, - I said limply. That was the first part of the first night of that long weekend in August.