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Fugitive
by Erik in Denver (tiredashell@aol.com)

***

A man on the run from the law meets a couple of women 
out on a girl's only weekend. He saves them from a 
harsh fate and they repay him with sexual favours. 
Their fun turns to romance and leads to a long term 
relationship. (FFM, bi, voy, threesome, rom)

***

Day One

I was running from the law. Another day in the Rocky 
Mountains and a beautiful summer day in the wilderness. 
Back in Denver, the police were trying to find any 
clues to my where-a-bouts but I had destroyed all my 
information I had built up over time. You know, escape 
plans, maps, supply lists, etc. They were after me for 
a murder. Yep, I did it, the guy deserved it. He 
stabbed my kid brother so I did like the bible says and 
got an eye for an eye. 

Now I live off the land, hunting and gathering what I 
can, stealing and pilfering what I could get away with. 
I have a trap line that I set up, and I have automatic 
fishing reels set up in some of the mountain creeks to 
catch trout. I build temporary shelters when I stay in 
an area for more than a month. There is also a network 
of other people who both live in the mountains or help 
those of us who do. Like for instance, I pan for gold 
in the streams when I can, or sell my pelts. 

I planned well for this, before I got even I set up 
some plans. Got myself a bunch of supplies and buried 
caches around the mountains. Picked up a Ruger MK II 
.22 LR pistol and took it to a gunsmith who doesn’t ask 
questions for a few bills. Got a suppressor put on it 
and got the trigger lightened up. Also bought a bunch 
of clips for it and about 2000 rounds of sub-sonic 
ammo, gotta be quiet when you’re hunting and the law is 
after you. Also got a Marlin 30-30 lever action carbine 
for deer and defense. Got my pack with food, sleeping 
bag, water filter, very small tent, and all the usual 
camping stuff. Also have a Cold Steel sheath knife, a 
Leatherman multi-tool, and a Normark Skinning axe.

Just now I was located up in Rocky Mountain National 
Park, trying hard not to be seen by the 
hikers/backpackers and the occasional ranger that 
patrol the park. I was about 200 yards from a little 
used trail, hidden in some bushes and using my 
binoculars to glass the valley below me. I had thought 
that I heard some voices down here as I crested the 
ridgeline about two hours ago, but the wind in the 
rocks and trees can really fool your ears. 

Since I really have nowhere to be at a certain time, I 
can take as long as I need to sneak through the trees. 
Well, it was getting late in the day and the sun was 
going down, the wind dies down to at sunset so any 
sounds can be heard clearer. Sure enough, I had heard 
some people down in the valley, I could only make out 
two distinct girl’s voices and now the distinct smell 
of a fire was wafting up the valley. Well, I guess I 
would take a look, what the hell; I had nothing else to 
do. 

It took me about a half an hour to slink my way down to 
the small lake they were camped at. They had a little 
yellow tent, a fire going, a lantern hanging on a tree 
branch, casting a dim light over the campsite. I put 
the binocs to my eyes and adjusted my sight to the low 
light and found a pleasant surprise. There were indeed 
two women there; I figured they were in there mid 40’s. 
One was brunette, long hair tied into a ponytail, tank 
top, denim shorts cut too high for decent folks to 
wear. She had a few extra pounds, but really knew how 
to display it. Her breasts were rounded and heavy, 
maybe 36-D’s? The other woman had red hair, worn down, 
spilling over her shoulders. Wearing a black tube top 
that kept falling down on her so she had to keep 
adjusting it. On her lower half she was wearing a tight 
pair of spandex biker looking shorts that left almost 
nothing to the imagination. 

It looked like they were cooking their supper and 
getting the fire ready for the night. 

"Well," I thought, "I guess I’ll have some 
entertainment tonight."

I took some food out of my main pack and had a little 
something to eat while I watched them do their camp 
chores and the light dimmed to moonlight. After I had 
eaten, I stowed away my large pack and grabbed my 
smaller bag with just some necessities in it, my 
pistol, my rifle, and my spy glasses, and slowly and 
quietly sneaked my way to the edge of their campsite. 

Now, I wasn’t gonna hurt them, I’m not into that sort 
of thing, but I do like a good show now and then. 
Usually I happen upon young couples camping in the high 
country that get a little frisky and give me a nice 
porno show or a skinny dipping to watch. Hell, one time 
I came across an honest to god nudist camp! They are 
nothing like what I was told they were, not many young 
ladies there, mostly only overweight old men and women, 
or young guys that are so desperate for some female 
company that they show their wears there in the hopes 
of bagging some older, desperate chick. 

Well, I found my way to a nice hidden spot where I had 
the whole camp in view, grabbed my canteen and my 
pistol and settled in for my show. I could hear them 
much more clearly now. Apparently, the brunette’s name 
was Jennifer and the red head’s name was Barbra. They 
were just talking about the day they had, the meal, the 
stars, how glad they were to take a break from their 
kids and husbands. 

They must go on trips every year or so to get away on a 
girl’s weekend. The meal was over and they had broken 
out a rather large plastic bottle that had something 
dark in it, they were pouring the contents into those 
two-piece, plastic wine glasses they sell at outdoor 
stores. I found out soon enough it was wine. It was 
also apparent that they were light-weights when it came 
to drinking, always a dangerous proposition to mix 
alcohol and wilderness. I guess it was a good thing I 
was there to watch over them. 

They time wore on; they drank and talked for about an 
hour when one of them asked if the other remembered 
something they had done back in college. The other one 
was shocked and seamed embarrassed but said that she 
indeed did remember. They were talking about one night 
they were camping at a park somewhere and had had too 
much to drink; they were missing their boyfriends and 
had made love to each other in their first and only 
lesbian encounter. Well now, I must say, my interests 
were peaked! 

Barb, the redhead, said she was feeling kinda hot and 
asked if it would bother Jen if she removed her tube-
top. Jen said no, and thought she might be getting 
kinda hot too. They both took off their tops, much to 
my delight, and treated me to the view of four lovely 
breasts. They lay down on the blanket next to the fire 
and continued to talk. Their talk wondered into their 
sex lives with their husbands, things they had done to 
spice up their marriages etc. Jen sat up suddenly and 
leaned over Barb, gazed into her eyes for a moment and 
then bent down to kiss her on the lips. Her breasts 
hung down and rubbed on Barb’s breasts, making both 
their nipples stiffen in the night air. 

I could see their tongues playing with each other and 
could hear their heavy breathing. They continued to 
kiss for a while, I watched as hands caressed over 
breasts, cupped a face, and eventually started to 
remove shorts and pants. They removed their pants and 
drank in each other’s naked bodies with exploring eyes. 
Wine is a wonderful inhibitor of inhibitions if taken 
in high enough quantities. They were on their knees, 
facing each other, kissing and caressing each other, 
gently pinching nipples, fingernails tracing the goose-
flesh on their backs. 

They rose up and held one another as they kissed, 
breast to breast, hands running though hair and 
squeezing each other’s asses. Jen started to work her 
way down Barb’s cheek, her neck, her chest. She got to 
Barb’s stiff nipple and played with it with her tongue, 
sending shivers though Barb’s body. She teased it and 
made it glistening wet in the firelight, and then took 
it into her mouth and sucked gently on it. 

I could see her take the nipple between her teeth and 
softly bite down, driving poor Barb into a full body 
spasm; Barb held the back of Jennifer’s head and 
pressed her face deep into her breast. Jen worked on 
one nipple, then the other, back and forth, driving 
Barb seemingly quite mad with pleasure. Barb was 
moaning quite loudly now as her hand cupped Jen’s 
breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples...

My head turned to a sound that came from across the 
campsite, couldn’t be sure what it was or where it came 
from, but the girls must not have heard it, they 
continued as though they were the only people in the 
universe. I continued to watch them, but also kept an 
eye, and an ear, on the surrounding forest. 

Jen pushed Barb back gently until she was laying on her 
back on the blanket, then she moved to Barb’s feet, 
kneeling there, licking her lips. I watched as Jen 
parted Barb’s legs and knelt down and kissed the 
insides of her thighs. She licked and kissed her way up 
to the mound of fur between Barb’s legs. She stopped to 
savor the moment and lowered her face into Barb’s 
pussy; spreading the pussy lips as wide as she could 
exposing a rather engorged clit that shimmered with 
wetness in the flickering firelight. Jen’s tongue ever 
so softly, barely with any pressure, tickled Barb’s 
clit. Barb looked as though she had touched a 220 volt 
outlet, her body convulsed with the touch and I heard 
her, loudly and joyously moan and cry, "Baby... oh 
god... right there... please, don’t stop honey... oh, 
I’ve missed your tongue." 

By this time Jen’s face was buried into Barb’s now 
soaked pussy and fully engaged in tongue fucking her 
friend. 

There was that sound again, much closer this time, a 
soft crunch sound. I looked across the campsite to 
where I thought I heard it come from and thought I 
could see a shape, a shade, moving slowly, one step at 
a time, towards the camp. I unsnapped the retaining 
strap on my sheath knife and unholsterd my .22 
automatic pistol and slowly, oh so quietly chambered a 
round. 

I wasn’t going to use the big rifle because the noise 
it would make would attract unwanted attention. I 
slowly got into a crouching position and waited to see 
what happened. Every nerve in my body felt like it got 
an injection of adrenaline. I watched the shape get 
larger and nearer and waited to make a move.

Into the edge of the firelight stepped a grungy, 
filthy, deranged looking man. His age was a mystery, as 
was the last time he may have bathed. He was muttering 
to himself and his voice was getting louder as he 
approached the two women, who now had detected him, but 
were too drunk to think of what to do next. I knew the 
guy; at least, I had met him, a couple of months ago. I 
stumbled on him near a trail about 30 miles south and 
west of here. 

He was setting on a rock, muttering to himself and 
telling himself to keep his "God damn fuckin mouf shut 
fer Christ sake," in his broken, near toothless 
English. His name was Pete, everyone called him Nut-job 
because he was a paranoid-schizophrenic that had gone 
off his meds and couldn’t take city life anymore. 
Apparently it had been a long time since he had seen a 
woman, and even longer since he had seen one naked. He 
seemed hell- bent to have one or both of them tonight 
if he could. It was then I noticed the old revolver in 
his hands, maybe a .357 Colt python. I heard the hammer 
click back. He started to wave it around and was 
talking loudly and telling the girls it was his turn. 
Guess I needed to step in.

I worked my way around behind him and put the sites of 
my pistol on the back of his head. He had never done 
anything bad to me, but, in his condition, I guess I 
would have done him a favor to put a couple of bullets 
in his head and give him a decent burial. I was 
sneaking up close behind him, had to get close, those 
little .22 bullets need to be close to go through a 
person’s skull. That’s when I was made... the girl’s 
eyes widened and one of them pointed to Pete’s left 
where I was. Well, old Nut-job may have been crazy, but 
he wasn’t stupid, he spun around on my, pointed the 
revolver and got a shot off. 

I felt a baseball bat hit me high on my left shoulder 
and spun me half way around. I raised my right hand 
with the pistol in it, put the sites on his head and 
double tapped the trigger, the only sound you could 
hear was a, "Whut, Whut" of the rounds going off and 
the clanking of the bolt slamming forward and back. I 
saw two holes appear just above his eyebrows and he 
stood stone still. I fell to my knees and tried to 
regain another site picture. I aimed at him and put two 
more holes in his chest. He stood there for another 
couple of seconds, groaned softly and collapsed to the 
ground. Pete was done; I was bleeding some from a 
grazing shot on my left shoulder. The women were still 
in a daze.

I went over to Pete and checked for vital signs, found 
a very weak pulse and put another two rounds into his 
head, no need to have the poor guy suffer. I dragged 
away his lifeless body and left it about 50 yards from 
the camp and sat him next to a tree for a proper burial 
in the morning. 

I took his gun and ammo and returned to camp to check 
on the two buzzed lovelies and found them holding each 
other, trembling. I introduced myself with a false 
name, no need to give them a real one to go back and 
report to the authorities. They introduced themselves 
and asked what I was going to do to them. I told them 
they were safe and that I would appreciate some of that 
wine and a bandage to stop the bleeding. 

They breathed a sigh of relief and Barb got up, 
apparently forgetting she was bare-ass-naked, and went 
into her tent and came out with a small med kit. I 
asked if they had any feminine pads as they worked 
great to absorb and stop bleeding. She fished one out 
of the kit and some tape and came over to me, guided me 
to the blanket they had on the ground and told me to 
sit down next to Jen. 

Barb wasn’t very steady with her hand-eye coordination 
but eventually got the "bandage" on. Jen had poured me 
a glass of wine and handed it to me; her eyes semi-
glazed but checking me out, top to bottom. I took a 
long draught of the wine and closed my eyes waiting for 
the effect to hit me; it had been about 6 months since 
I last had some alcohol so I knew it wouldn’t be long. 
I was awakened from my revelry when Barb asked me if I 
was ok. 

"Yep, I will be as soon as this wine gets to my head." 
I quipped.

"I can’t believe what happened, it just happened so 
fast, I still don’t think I know what happened... 
jesus..." Jen trailed off.

"Thank god you were here," said Barb, neither of them 
wondering yet as to why I was there then. "Thank you so 
much for helping us."

I just nodded, I was waiting for the wine to hit and 
cleared the mag from my pistol and inserted a fresh 
full one into it and jacked a round into the chamber. 
"Drink up, please, I hate drinking alone." I said.

They both took their glasses and drained them and 
refilled. I guess they were trying to drink the 
memories of what happened out of their minds.

Barb asked with slurred speech, "Is he really dead? He 
won’t be back like some bad horror movie will he?" 

"No ma’am, he’s not going to cause any more trouble. 
You can rest easy tonight."

"Oh, my name’s Jen, and this is my friend Barb, we were 
just on a girl’s weekend up here to get away from it 
all and have some fun. I guess next time it might be a 
good idea to bring a dog or a gun with us huh?"

"Yep, and maybe an extra set of clothes too?" I said 
laughing.

I was shocked when barb asked if I really wanted them 
to get dressed, or if I liked them just the way they 
were. I said just the way they were was just fine with 
me.

Jen got up and started to somewhat drunkenly hum and 
dance in the cool night air, her breasts bouncing and 
jiggling, nipples still stiff from fear and from the 
attention that her friend had given them. 

"Work it girl’" Barb told her friend, "let’s show him 
how much we appreciate what he did for us!" And she 
leaned into to me and kissed me slowly, sensually, and 
chewed on my lower lip. Despite the gunshot wound, I 
was starting to get aroused again. 

"Let’s get that dirty shirt off you, oh, and you got 
some blood on your pants too, gonna have to clean those 
too hon." Barb started to remove my shirt and unbuckle 
my pants. She asked me to stand up so she could get 
them off; I stood, and she pulled them to my feet and I 
stepped out of them. I now stood there in front of 
Barb, in my underwear, she was on her knees. She put 
her hands on the waistband of my undies and my cock 
started to grow, quickly. 

She slowly pulled them down; my now fully erect rod was 
being revealed as she licked her lips. I was completely 
naked now, standing there, at full attention, it was 
bobbing with every heart-beat, Ready for some action. 
Jen had slowed her dancing and was watching Barb and me 
to see what her friend would do next; I hoped I knew 
what it was. Sure enough, she leaned forward and took 
the tip of my cock into her open mouth and tickled it 
with her tongue. Man, it had been a looonnnggg time 
since I felt something that good! 

She started to bury my tool in her mouth, working it to 
the back of her throat, squeezing it with her mouth, 
fondling my balls with her hand. 

Jen poured some wine on her breasts and brought my head 
down to her nipple telling me to suck it off. I wasn’t 
in a position or the mood to argue. So, as she was 
letting me suckle her, she continued to drink wine, 
emptying her glass. Jen started to lose her balance and 
said she needed to sit down. So I helped her down as 
Barb continued to blow my cock and my mind. Jen faded 
out; laying down and finally gave up the fight and 
passed out. 

Barb took my cock from her mouth and giggled, saying 
"What a lightweight, well, maybe we can still have some 
fun with her." 

She continued to massage my cock orally until I told 
her I was coming, when she put her hands on my ass, dug 
in her fingernails and sucked even harder. That did it 
for me; I let loose with an orgasm that had been my 
first in a very long time. My penis felt like a high 
pressure fire hose, blasting my cum into her suckling 
mouth making her swallow as fast and as much as she 
could. I could hear her gulping and all the while my 
legs felt as if all the muscle had turned to Jell-O. I 
finished and she let me slide out of her mouth; she 
wiped the remaining cum off the corner of her mouth 
with her arm. She caught her breath and commented that 
was one hell of a load! 

I sank down to my knees and laid her down on her back 
next to her unconscious girlfriend. I took her nipple 
and half of her tit into my mouth and sucked on the 
first one I had tasted in a year. I ravaged her tits, 
biting, sucking, pinching, cupping them in my rough 
hands and squeezing them hard. She was really enjoying 
this. I started to kiss and lick my way down her tummy 
and invade her moist pubic region, I could smell the 
heavy, musky odor of her excited cunt, could feel her 
tummy tremble as my tongue invaded between her pussy 
lips. 

She pinched her nips with one hand and ran her other 
hand through my hair, on the back of my head, urging me 
to dive in and eat her out, "Please, god, eat me, suck 
on my clit, make me come in your mouth!" I sucked her 
big clit into my mouth and my tongue abused it, rubbing 
on it hard and steady, making her cry out into the 
Rocky Mountain night sky. 

She got up on her elbows and looked down, watching my 
face buried in her patch of fur, tasting every drop of 
lubricant her body could secrete. Her breathing became 
very fast and labored, she started to get a low, 
guttural sound, primitive, sexual coming from deep 
inside her that turned into a long, loud cry of ecstasy 
as her pussy went into spasms. Her body shivered and 
convulsed in orgasm as she forced my face into her 
crotch. 

Finally, she settled down, still breathing hard and I 
moved up and lay down next to her. We remained like 
that for a while, breathing, relaxing, watching the 
stars wheel overhead, listening to the night speech of 
animals and the wind in the pines. The fire had gone 
down so I sat up and added a couple more pieces of wood 
and watched as the flames engulfed them. 

Barb told me to get between her legs and put my cock up 
to her pussy lips, when I did, she took my semi-hard 
cock in her hand and rubbed it on her now very 
sensitive clit, her opening was drenched. I started to 
harden again and was soon at full attention again. She 
looked into my eyes and whispered, "Fuck me, now, 
please." I wasn’t one to disappoint so I ever so slowly 
penetrated her, sinking into her with great relish and 
deliberation. She arched her back and spread her legs 
even farther, eventually pulling them up into the air, 
telling me to go as deep as I can. As I entered her, I 
could feel the wet walls of her vagina spasm and ripple 
on my invading cock. She took a very deep breath, 
ending in a hiss when I finally got to the depth of her 
womanhood. We were pelvic bone to pelvic bone, and I 
worked my cock around at depth, grinding into her 
crotch. I started to move, in and out, slowly at first, 
then trying to go faster. 

I didn’t last long in that position and my shoulder was 
starting to burn and lose strength. I told her she 
needed to get on top, and pulled out. She got up and 
helped me lay back, running her fingers though my hair. 
She stood over me, one leg on each side. 

Leaning down and taking my now wet, rock hard pole in 
her hand she lowered herself onto it, first working in 
the head and then eventually impaling herself on me. 
She seemed to orgasm just by my entering her, probably 
still very sensitive from my eating her clit. She sat 
on me, straight up, and seemed to work my cock inside 
her like a swizzle stick, stirring the juices inside 
her. She then started to bob up and down on me; I 
watched her slightly sagging breasts bounce on her 
chest, a look of pure pleasure on her face. 

Barb rode me for a few minutes like that, settling into 
a rhythm that seemed to really work for her. Then 
suddenly she fell forward on top of me, her heavy tits 
falling on my chest, rubbing in circles as she worked 
herself on my cock. 

Even though I think she was still pretty drunk, she 
could sure fuck like a pro, it also did wonders to take 
my mind off my arm. She started to give signs that she 
was getting close to cumming, she tensed up, her 
grinding slowed, and her pussy gripped me like a vise. 
She rode out the orgasm, gritting her teeth and finally 
collapsing on top of me, exhausted. 

Since I had cum in her mouth earlier, it was gonna take 
some more work for me to get off again and I shared 
that with her. She asked me if I remembered that she 
said we could still have fun with her friend Jen who 
was still passed out and snoring softly next to us on 
the blanket.

She got to her knees, poked at her friend to see if she 
would wake up. No response. 

"Good," Barb said, "Still asleep, she wont feel a 
thing!" and giggled a little.

I wondered what the hell she had in mind, but didn’t 
have to wait long. She rolled her inebriated friend 
over on her stomach and stood up over her, straddling 
her. She got a hold of her hips and heaved her ass in 
the air so it looked like Jen was kneeling and bent 
over, head on the blanket. 

She got down behind her friend and spread her ass 
cheeks apart and leaned into it. Her tongue started to 
probe into Jen’s asshole, licking it, getting it wet 
and slick. She forced her tongue into Jen’s asshole 
deep as she could; her friend stirred but didn’t wake. 
After a while of this, she crawled around to Jen’s head 
and held her hips in the air and her knees against 
Jen’s shoulders.

"Ok, I think she’s ready, go ahead and fuck her in the 
ass, that way neither of us gets pregnant and you get 
to get off inside one of us!" 

Well now, this is just my lucky damn day! I was on my 
knees and got up behind Jen. I ran my hard penis in her 
ass crack, getting it wet and ready. I pushed it gently 
at first, against Jen’s tight asshole, wiggling and 
working my hard-on into her very, extremely tight anus. 
I popped though into her hot, wet rectum and pushed and 
pulled in and out of her, getting deeper in at each 
push. Finally, I was in up to the hilt, grinding my lap 
into her plump ass, god damn, she was very tight, I 
won't be able to hold off long. Barb held Jen’s body in 
place as I started slamming my cock into her friend, I 
grabbed Jen’s hips to give me some leverage and soon I 
was not only impacting Jen’s body like a pile-driver, 
but it was all Barb could do to hold Jen in place. 

Just then Jen came a little way out of her wine induced 
stupor and asked what the hell was going on. 

"Hold on and ride it out hon!" Barb told her friend. 

Jen yelled, "God, he feels too big, what is he doing in 
my ass?"

"We owe him Jen, just hang on and wait, it wont be 
long!"

Barb let out little cries with each impact to her ass. 
I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure or both, I 
was just trying to get off in this hot chick’s tight, 
probably virgin ass. I could feel her clamp down on my 
cock, like she was trying to take a shit, and that 
drove me over the edge. 

I blasted another load, this time deep into Jen’s 
bowels, filling up her rectum and colon with my hot 
semen. I could feel my cock pumping it into her and I 
think she felt it too. I stayed inside her till I was 
completely finished then slowly pulled out. When I 
finally fell out with a wet, slurping sound I clearly 
heard Jen’s loud sigh of relief. 

"Hey," she said, "That actually felt pretty good, why 
didn’t I try that years ago?"
 
"Well, now maybe you can try it with John when you get 
home, really rock his world!" said Barb. 
"Oh shit, John, what if he finds out?!? What the hell 
am I gonna do!?!?" said Jen. 

"Don’t worry about it, we both had fun, and I’m sure 
he’ll never find out, so just chill and enjoy it." Barb 
chided. 

At that point we decided that it might be good to go 
down to the stream and take a quick bath and the hit 
the sack. So, off we went, all-together nude and waded 
into the cold mountain water. We bathed, splashed and 
played in the water for a few minutes, till it got too 
cold. We went back to camp, I went and got my gear out 
of the bushes and re-joined them in camp. 

They invited me to stay in the tent with them as you 
never know when some crazy fuck was gonna come out of 
the woods and try to mess with you. They made a place 
for me in between them. I double checked my pistol and 
made sure it and my knife were close by, a habit that’s 
developed over time. The girls laid down on each side 
and put their heads on my chest and settled in for a 
good night’s sleep. Jen wrapped her little warm hand 
around my satisfied cock and we drifted off to sleep. 

Day Two

The bright light shining in my eyes woke me up. At 
first I didn’t know where I was and reached for my gun. 
It’s cold metal was reassuring and I took stock of my 
surroundings. Two lovely ladies were still asleep next 
to me. I was on my side and Jen was spooning with me, 
my morning erection was digging into the crack of her 
ass, my cum was still oozing out of her there. I used 
it for lube and worked the tip of my cock into her 
crack slowly, nestling it in at the entrance of her 
abused asshole. 

She stirred under me. I reached around and cupped her 
breast in my hand gently and caught her stiffening 
nipple between my fingers. I could feel Barb’s breasts 
pressing into my back and her pussy fur was tickling my 
ass as she had one leg up on top of my hip and leg. Had 
I actually died and gone to heaven? Not a bad way to go 
I guess! 

"Good morning stud!" purred Jen, "morning babe," she 
said to Barb and me. 

"Mister, my ass is still kinda sore, but if you want, 
you can slip it into my pussy," said Jen. 

"My pleasure, and please, call me Erik, all my friends 
do." 

"Ok... Erik... Could you slip me some of that hard 
cock? I’ve been having very erotic dreams all night and 
woke up terribly horny."

"Wait, let me get it good and wet first, pull it outta 
her ass for a second," Barb said. I was guessing she’s 
very oral.

I pulled out and rolled to the side and Barb engulfed 
my morning hard-on and ate it for all it was worth. 
That girl, I swear could suck the chrome off a trailer 
hitch. Her husband was a very lucky man!

She sucked me for a while, then took my erection in her 
hand, lifted Jen’s leg and aimed me right at her wet 
and swollen pussy. I pushed it in and started to slowly 
pump her. Barb got over on the other side next to Jen 
and they started to kiss. Have I told you I’m a very 
lucky man? Barb started to suck, nibble, and then bite 
Jen’s breasts and nips, really pushing her friend over 
the edge. 

At last, Barb worked her way down to Jen’s pussy and 
started to lick her clit and my shaft as it slid in and 
out. I thought Jen was gonna have a fit right then, it 
was difficult to stay inside her as she was bucking and 
pumping along with me. Barb reached up and gripped my 
balls and I shot a huge load into Jen’s pussy, filling 
her with my seed. 

At that point I had to rest a while and watched as Jen 
got between Barb’s legs and ate her out. At one time, 
she must have been one hell of a lesbian, cause 
whatever she was doing to Barb’s pussy sent Barb 
through the roof of the tent. 


After Barb’s orgasm, we lay there for a little while, 
basking in the warm sunshine coming though the screen 
roof of the tent. We passed around a bottle of water as 
we all had dry mouth from the wine last night not to 
mention all the sex that we enjoyed. 

We decided it was time to get up and make breakfast, so 
I put on some pants, but no shirt, the girls just put 
on their unbuttoned shirts and panties and we crawled 
out to meet the day. 

As we had breakfast they asked about me, and after a 
while, I went ahead and told them. They were very 
understanding and were very sorry to hear about my 
brother. They asked what life was like on the run from 
the law, hiding up in the mountains, living off the 
land. I told them what I could; they seemed very 
interested in every word I said. 

I asked them about their lives. They told me it was 
very generic and bland, the only real excitement was 
their little trips on their girl’s weekends. As they 
ate or worked on breakfast, they would bend over, 
giving me great views of their asses or tits, 
definitely keeping me interested. They asked if I could 
stay with them another night, maybe show them a few 
tricks for living off the land that I use today, giving 
them something to do other than lounging around the 
campsite. 

First things first, I had to bury old Pete and hide any 
trace that he was there, that took about an hour and a 
half. After that we spent the day fishing in the 
stream, setting snares, I showed them how to shoot my 
pistol at targets since it was very quiet to shoot. 
Then I showed them how to work the one I took off Pete; 
I gave that one to them, with the ammo and a knife he 
also had. 

We had a picnic lunch and then the girls decided they 
wanted to do some nude sun bathing. I got dressed and 
set off to have a little sneak and peak of the area, I 
didn’t want to get caught with my pants down again. It 
took me about 2 hours to have a look-see around the 
little valley, I glassed all the hillsides looking for 
movement or smoke; any signs of life. Having seen 
nothing to cause alarm, I made my way back to camp. 

When I got there, I found the women still in the sun, 
still nude, but they were talking and Jen was fingering 
herself unconsciously. I approached and undressed and 
lay down next to them. Barb asked how things looked,

"The valleys look kinda wet and narrow and the hill 
tops look red and tempting." 

"Real funny mister, you know what I mean." Barb 
replied.

Barb got up and straddled me, giving me a hand-job, 
trying to get me hard again, it was working well. 

"Jen, this time I get to ride the pony, why don’t you 
sit on his face and give him a taste of pussy, he looks 
kinda thirsty!"

Jen got up, straddled my face and lowered her dripping 
wet cunt onto my face as Barb completely buried me 
inside her. 

I heard Jen mutter, "I am surely going to hell for 
this... but I really need this vacation."

I penetrated her pussy lips with my exploring tongue, 
occasionally touching off her sensitive clit like a 
cattle prod. She ground her pussy into my face, making 
it hard to breath, and Barb thought she was a cowgirl 
trying to stay on a bull. We three-summed like this 
till all of us had cum, this time I filled Barb full of 
semen, I could feel it drip out of her, into my crotch. 
When Barb got off, Jen bent down and licked it off my 
thighs and eventually my semi-hard cock. Afterwards I 
think Barb and I drifted in and out of sleep. Jen got 
up and was working on something. 

We woke up just as the sun was setting and found Jen 
cooking dinner. She had caught a couple of trout in the 
stream using techniques that I had showed her, and had 
some wild greens in a pan, she looked very pleased with 
herself. We had a good dinner and settled in for the 
night near the small fire, the three of us snuggled 
together on the blanket, talking, telling stories, and 
playfully fondling each other. 

Barb said she was still very tired and that she was 
going to hit the sack. Jen and I told her we were gonna 
stay up for a while longer and tend the fire. Barb 
kissed us both and crawled into the tent. I held Jen in 
front of me, spooning with her, mindlessly playing with 
her breasts, teasing her nipples. Occasionally going 
down and scratching her mound of fur over her pussy. 

She wished she had a husband that liked to camp like 
this, but said that she could never share this kind of 
thing with him, it would take a team of horses to get 
him out of his damn office as she put it. She told me 
how much she has enjoyed our sex games and learning 
about living off the land. She started to ask me 
something, but trailed off, not sure of how to put what 
she wanted to say. I asked her to just come right out 
and say it. 

"Well Erik, I’ve had so much fun out here with you, 
you’re my wild man of the mountains, I feel alive out 
here, with you, under the stars. I don’t have any kids 
at home to worry about; my husband hardly knows I’m 
alive. What would you think if I told you I wanted to 
stay out here with you?"

I was floored, I had no idea she had thoughts like 
that. I know I could sure use some company out here, it 
gets painfully lonesome up in the high country, a woman 
would really give me something to live for. 

"Jen, I would love to have you with me, if it’s what 
you really want. But it’s hard work living off the 
land, hunting your food, finding places to hide and be 
safe, not having any of the comforts of home." I said, 
trying to warn her of the risks and hardships involved. 

"I don’t care about any of that, I want to feel alive 
again, I want to feel love again, I need excitement and 
adventure, and I can find all that and more with you."

I told her I loved her, took her in my arms and kissed 
her deeply, passionately. We played and explored 
together, romantically, sweetly, sharing each other’s 
bodies like it was the first time. I entered her 
sinking my love into her cradle of life, making love to 
my new "wife" under a billion stars with the wind 
whispering secrets in the tall pines around us. 

We made love long into the night, and finally turned 
in, sleeping together, lovers embraced. 

We woke in the morning to the sound of a pan banging 
into a rock and heard Barb curse softly. I asked if she 
was alright, she said yes, and that breakfast was 
ready. WE ate in silence for a while; Barb must have 
sensed something had changed. Jen told Barb that she 
wasn’t going to be returning with her back home, that 
she was staying with me. Barb asked if she had lost her 
mind. 

Jen said no, and reminded her of the loveless life she 
would be returning to. Barb was forced to agree and 
said she wished she could stay longer, but she had two 
kids waiting for her at home. We finished breakfast and 
I helped to pack up the camp and split the gear. Jen 
and I would walk with Barb as close to the trailhead as 
possible and make sure she got safely back. 

Aftermath

We walked about 3 ½ hours keeping a fair distance from 
the trail but still following it till we came close to 
where their car was. It was time for goodbyes; there 
were tears and hugs all around. Jen and Barb promised 
to keep in touch when they could, Jen had Barb’s cell 
phone number so when we occasionally got into a town to 
re-supply we could call her. Maybe we could arrange 
another camp out meeting next year. Jen and I watched 
as a tearful Barb walked off to her car for the long 
drive home alone. Jen was crying softy and I asked her 
if she was sure she wanted this. She said yes, she said 
it was just her way of saying goodbye to her old life. 

We headed off into the deep mountains to find an new 
hiding place, some nice, fertile valley, full of game 
and berries, somewhere where people don’t get to much. 
We built a small shelter completely hidden from prying 
eyes and lived in peace for most of the rest of the 
summer. We did a lot of skinny dipping in the crystal 
clear mountain lake near our shelter, bathing 
frequently together. 

We had small fires at night at times, making love in 
its warm glow. I would go on occasional patrols to be 
sure we stayed safe, sometimes Jen came with me. All 
the while I trained her how to live and survive in the 
mountains, on the plains and the harsh deserts we may 
encounter on our travels. She loved every minute of it. 

However, a day came when she woke up sick and ran out 
of the house. I ran out to see what I could do for her. 
She said nothing, it’s just gonna have to work its 
course, it would be over soon. I asked how she knew and 
then she told me she thought she was pregnant with my 
child and hoped it was ok with me. I told her I was 
thrilled and couldn’t wait to be a daddy! I picked her 
up and carried her into the "house" where we climbed 
under the blankets and made love again like the first 
time. 

We got a chance later to call Barb and scheduled a 
meeting for winter, we were to meet down in the 
southern mountains in Arizona at a national park in the 
area. 

We were waiting in the chosen area and watched as Barb 
drove up in her SUV. She saw us and waved. She got out 
of the car and instead of walking to us she opened the 
back passenger door and leaned in for a while. She came 
back out holding a small bundle wrapped in white cloth. 
We walked up to each other and it was then that Jen and 
I saw that she was carrying a newborn child, the same 
age as ours. She asked what we thought of the child she 
and I made and saw that Jen had our child in a pack on 
her back that I had rigged. Our son met his half sister 
at that moment and we felt like one big happy family. 

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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