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Subject: Stakeout Story Reposted upon request
Stake Out
Last Summer my husband and I joined three other couples on a canoe trip
into Algonquin Park in Canada. The guys are a close-knit group of old
school pals whereas the girls just happen to be their wives. My husband
Rob had been on the phone for months planning the trip with his buddies.
There seemed to be a lot discussed that the wives werenšt a part of and I
just put it down to the male packš mentality.
The actual trip into the park was beautiful. Gorgeous scenery, fresh
clean water and air you could safely breathe. For three days we ate and
drank and fished without seeing another human being. The boys were more
like brothers than friends and the girls, although not as close, got along
well with each other too.
One night around the campfire the talk turned to a game called Stake
Out. The object of the exercise was to find and free a hostage being held
prisoner in the woods. It was agreed that the girls would be the captives
and the guys the trackers. Whichever of them retrieved the most hostages
would be declared the winner.
In the morning the men slipped out of camp one at a time with their
wives. When they returned, all four wives were hidden in the woods.
Rob had a lot of experience in the bush and I followed him dutifully
through the pines and over giant rocks until we came to a small clearing
near a stream. The ground was soft and warm from the summer heat. He
spread our blanket and told me to lay down. Thatšs when I realized why
they call it Stake Out. He tied my hands and feet to stakes set at the
corners. From somewhere in his pack he pulled out a blindfold and tied it
securely over my eyes. I didnšt want to be a poor sport and ruin the game,
but I was feeling apprehensive about being left alone and unprotected. I
pleaded with him to at least take off the blindfold. When there was no
answer, I knew that he was already gone.
It was probably not more than twenty minutes, although it seemed much
longer, before I heard a twig snap nearby. Rob? Is that you Rob?š I
called out. He didnšt answer, but I was sure it was him. Relief that he
was back washed over me like a soothing balm. He was playing one of his
tricks by not answering. When I felt his hand on my breast I giggled and
teased him. The buttons on my blouse gave way one at a time. I laughed
and pleaded with him to stop and let me up. Sunlight warmed my bare
breasts and belly and I could feel my nipples harden with his touch.
Donšt be such a prick,š I chided good naturedly. Untie me and Išll fuck
your brains out if thatšs what you want.š Still he wouldnšt answer. His
fingers played at the sides of my breasts making them jiggle and wobble as
if hešd never seen them before. It felt strange when he sucked them, like
it had the first time a boy ever really felt me up. His teeth captured
each tender button, stretching it out with little nips and bites. Išd
never felt his teeth on my nipples before. With my arms tied back, they
felt so unprotected. It made me squirm and whimper with apprehension,
though it didnšt hurt at all.
A single dome held the waistband of my denim shorts and the zipper
front made them easy to open. He did it so slowly, I found myself holding
my breath. His hand found my panties. A pause to check my flat belly was
only long enough to let me anticipate what was surely next. I had no doubt
that he was going to fuck me right there while I was tied up. There was
nothing I could do about it, and the thought sent a waves of expectation
through my belly. The man I loved was going to have his way with me, and
it made me feel wonderfully vulnerable to have no choice in the matter.
The shorts wouldnšt come down with my legs so wide apart so he untied
one ankle momentarily while he dragged them off of me. Rob had seen me out
of my clothes a zillion times, but this time I felt more exposed than ever
before. I thought of the way I must look to him, spread-eagled and naked
except for my skimpy underpants. My wetness had seeped through, soaking
the crotch. I felt like such a slut for letting my hunger for him be so
obvious. I expected him to kid me, the way he always did, about having
such a wet cunt. But he didn't.
Something cold grazed my belly and I realized he was cutting my panties
off with his hunting knife. It made me shudder to be so bare and
unshielded. The shreds of my panties hung in tatters, fluttering from the
waistband, tantalizing my unprotected belly and emphasizing its nakedness.
Robšs finger traced a line through my pubic hair, opening the slackened
lips like window drapes. I could feel my belly moving even before there
was penetration. A long tortured sigh from deep in my chest made me aware
of how much I wanted Rob right then. His probing finger was driving me
insane. When it was joined by a second I strained against my bonds to
envelope both of them fully. I yearned to have the tips brush across my
throbbing clit in the way he knew I liked, but he avoided it.
Robšs wet fingers moved over my face painting my mouth and nostrils
with my own libidinous lubricant. They invaded my mouth and I sucked them
hungrily, reveling in the debauchery of my own taste and smell. Between
breaths I begged him to fuck me. Every four letter word that I knew would
turn him on, rolled off my tongue as I offered him my cunt, my mouth and
my undefiled ass for his pleasure.
He took them in that order. His cock felt strange and wonderful
pummeling my insides with powerful strokes. Each thrust whisked his wiry
pubic hair over my stiffened clit, driving me mad with lust. On every
retreat I squeezed his cock hard with my silken tunnel, milking for his
essence to splash my insides.
My own climax was imminent and the beginning of his pushed me over.
Gasping and writhing like a mad woman, I came like a street whore, wailing
obscenities, and savoring the sounds of his tortured breath as he
propelled his seed deep into my belly. I swore my adoration for his cock
and promised to lick his balls in gratitude for such a glorious fuck.
He was still stiff when he straddled my chest and rested his soggy
member on my cheek. I couldnšt believe he was still horny after the ride
wešd just had. For a moment I babbled to him, making lewd chatter while I
regained my strength. He loved me to talk dirty to him. His cock
literally jumped when I described how good it had felt in my cunt and how
jealous the other three women would be if they knew what he was doing to
me.
I told him how I loved to suck cock and how much I wanted to taste his
come. I desperately wanted to hold his swollen prick and guide it into my
mouth. But he wouldnšt untie the ropes. He always called me his favorite
cocksucker when we were alone. I wanted to hear him say it for me again.
But he didnšt speak.
He moved up on me and raised my head with his hands. My tongue reached
out to lave the familiar smooth head the way I knew he liked. But he
didnšt pause and let me do it
the way he usually did.
It was in my mouth before I realized that something was wrong. Robšs
dick was circumcised. Whoever I was sucking had a foreskin. Strong hands
clamped the sides of my head holding it in position as he sawed in and
out. I had no idea who I was sucking and now I had the fear of getting
caught. I felt desperate to get it over before Rob came back and found us.
My cheeks hollowed as I drew on his cock. It was fatter than Robšs and a
little longer. The taste of my cunt clung to it, flailing me with the
memory that Išd fucked him as well. That made me redouble my efforts to
draw out his seed and send him on his way. I sucked hard and my tongue
swirled over the hooded knob each time he drew back. His forward pushes
filled my mouth with his mystery cock. He wanted to hear me gag on his
size, but I knew if I swallowed at the same time I wouldnšt choke. His
jism came in spurts that quickly filled my mouth. I swallowed it down in
gulps until he pulled out and let the rest of his come splash onto my face
and lips.
The third part of my promise was yet to be collected. Rob wasnšt into
anal sex so I had felt safe in offering it. But the unseen cock that had
plundered my mouth and cunt had no such hang ups. He moistened his finger
in my juices and pushed it deep in my anus. It was tight from never being
used and he fucked the digit in and out to stretch the passage. At first I
clamped my cheeks together trying to expel the invader and expecting it to
hurt. But the sensations were pleasant and I began to relax. He used his
other thumb to massage my clit and before long I was panting and longing
for his cock. Fuck me,š I heard myself whisper. From far away my words
implored him to Fuck my ass'.
At the last second I panicked, feeling the pressure on my nether ring
and fearing that he would be too big. No! Not my bum!š I pleaded, but it
was too late. He was already inside of me, and filling me up like never
before. It felt lewd and decadent. A bawdy excess when, centimeters above,
my wet cunt waited empty and ignored.
His hands squeezed my tits as he continued to move inside of me. Oh ,
ohhh ... youšre fucking my bumm...š I heard myself mewling in disbelief.
My hips were rolling to the limit the ropes would allow. Poking stiff
between my cunt lips, my neglected clit was craving attention. Play with
my cunt ...š I begged, and his thumb began to strum in the way he had
before. I was coming again and I didnšt care who was screwing me or how.
There were loud gasps between my rapturous screams and he was coming too.
My chest heaved from the exertion as he rolled off and lay beside me. I
had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. I couldnšt even close my
legs and show some modesty. I was very feeling very tired. I may have
dozed.
When I stirred, the stake that held my left hand was loose and I was
able to reach to the right and untie myself. The cool water of the stream
refreshed me and I washed all over. I pulled on my shorts, did up the
buttons on my blouse and waited on the blanket for someone to come and get
me.
It was Rob who finally did, and he seemed pleased that I was untied. We
made our way back to camp without saying very much. I asked Rob about the
game and he didnšt seem to want to talk about it. Neither did anyone else.
The guys went off to gather wood and the girls pitched in to make supper.
Only the chafed red circles around our wrists and ankles even hinted that
wešd played the game. And the four pairs of tattered panties that found
their way into the fire that night.
-30-
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