Chapter 15

Heather walked out of the tent, her still damp hair cascading down her tan back, and walked out of the camp. Following a trail that led between tall, majestic boulders, she walked almost three hundred yards from camp and then left the trail and hiked briefly up a small gap between the rocks. Up she went until she was over two hundred feet back from the now hidden path and up on top of a large, smooth topped boulder, still warm from the very hot afternoon sun. The rolled blanket under one arm was placed in the center of the rock and she sat and watched the now fading sunset off in the far distance.

The heat from the rock warmed her buns and spread up into her plush honey pot, adding steadily to the tension she already felt. It had been a long four days here, digging during the day and trying to cool off at night. Today they had had baths and she finally felt clean.

But being out here in the middle of Montana with ten other women and only two men, there was more that she needed than a clean bath and the odds were she was going to have to take care of those needs by herself.

She reached back and pulled the tie on her top and her two oversize, majestic peaks sprang free from the inadequate light cloth, nipples now beginning to stand proud like thumbs in the gentle, now cool breeze. They tingled and tightened, stretching the skin taut, standing up and out as they always did, connecting almost electrically with the pleasure center of her brain and even more responsive nerves of her cunt. In seconds, the tingles caused the nipples to turn rock hard, almost two full inches of jutting thumbs, reaching up toward the darkening sky. She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations.

"Hmmmmmm. That's so nice." She talked softly to herself. Her pussy began to dampen her jeans, no underwear to restrict or absorb the beginnings of what would become a copious flow shortly. A hand reached up and pressed the right breast up, the now tight skin stretching even more and pulled on the nipple. The tingles sharpened and a wave of pleasure shot down her belly into the moist forest of hair, already damp and dark with her increasing flow.

It had been over a week and she needed to cum in a major way. Camp was so damn restrictive. She had found this hideaway two days ago while getting lost in trying to get to camp from the dig. And instantly she had made her plan. Her roommate was actually making the situation worse, since she was a very striking, leggy blond with a very lush body and a habit of dressing very skimpily in the tent at night. It was hard to be horny, in such close quarters and be badly turned on by her roommate.

She ceased the gently tugging on the turgid nipple and it swung away heavily. Unrolling the blanket, she removed the small zippered leather case in its middle and set it to one side. She slid down onto the light wool and laid on her back, looking up at the now faint stars over head. A hand reached up and gently traced a still rock hard nipple, finally pushing the other breast up and over toward her center, the upward tilted nipple was only a inch from her mouth and she leaned her head up and took the nipple between her tongue and lips, gripping it firmly. She always found it amazing that her jutting breasts could be sucked in this way. The hotness of her mouth on the now cool flesh sent a blazing fire straight to her brain. Warmth spread across her chest as she flushed with passion. She pulled hard on one nipple and then sucked on the other. In a rhythm that soon had her belly on fire and her brain demanding even more, she continued to work one side, then the other. The wetness of each nipple in the cool air as it was released into the air was almost ecstasy. Her belly rippled with tension as she continued to tease herself.

Unable to resist any longer, a hand worked the buttons on her jeans and the hot smell of wet pussy quickly filled the night. Finally, one hand went down and began weaving through the thick, wet hair, pressing down above the top of her crack. The extra long clit was already half erect, poking firmly up, out of the restraining lips of the swelling pussy. A quick wiggle and the pants were down to her knees, then rolled up for a pillow under her head.

Her nipples were on fire as she returned to stroking and firm sucking. Legs apart and knees up and slightly bent, the cool breeze blew between her legs and the wetness, now soaking her crack and trickling down between and over her asshole, made her desire grow even greater.

Finally, she reached over and pulled the case to her and removed two dongs. One was round on the end, slim in the middle and very thick toward the end, the other long, slimmer, with bulges of increasing diameter from one end to the other, with slim gaps between. Her brain wanted to plunge these into her holes, but she forced herself to move slowly, enjoying the building pleasure with anticipation.

Teasing herself for over a minute with the slimmer dong, she moved it in and out of the lips of her pussy, her hips beginning to thrust involuntarily to meet it. Now very wet and slippery over its first two inches, she slid it down and found her wet asshole. She firmly pressed on it, then waited until the muscles relaxed their urgent need to guard against its entry. Then the tip and first bulb popped inside, the reacting muscles gripping down firmly on the slim gap behind the bulb lodged firmly inside. This pulled the next bulb up hard against the base of her hole. Her ass flexed and released, flexed and released, moving the bulb inside, in and out. Her ass burned and felt full. The sensations spread up into her twat, the lips now open like a rose.

The larger dong was now in her eager shaking hand and she lowered her head back on the pillow and placed the large bulb end against her fully soaked honey pot and pressed. The swollen, tight pussy lips stretched out and out and finally, the obscene bulb popped inside. Pussy and ass now tight with dongs, she went back to pulling and sucking her hard tits.

The nerves in her belly and chest sent crashing waves of pleasure signals to her brain and her hips were twitching and bumping on the rock under her, the heavy dongs flexing and waving around, pulling on the turgid flesh. As the minutes passed, her soft moaning was growing more urgent. She must cum soon. Her hand pressed the butt dong in, bulb by bulb, until all but the stopper were inside. The heavy pussy dong was being worked in and out, the unique rubber on the round end swelling within the heat of her steamy cunt. Her brain went into overload as the pent up need exploded.

"Oh. Ohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Ooooooo. Yes. Yes. Yes." More urgent now. "Fuck it baby, fuck me so big. Wet. It wants more." The last inch was in and now all she could do was grunt. In and out. In and out. At the very last, she gripped her clit between a wet thumb and index finger and gave it a pull. The super sensitive nerves, already on fire, pushed her over the top and she gave a deep grunt, her breath driven from her as her orgasm racked her body. Her tan back lifted clear of the blanket and her hips pressed down hard, trembling and twitching from side to side. For over a minute, she was lost in the sensations, then her breath began to be less shaky. Every nerve in her cunt was still on fire, and by beginning to trace the lips of her pussy gently with a finger, in less than five minutes, she came hard again, a steady stream of cunt juice flowed out around the end of the dong and down her butt onto the blanket, a round stain spreading from her lust.

Her belly and ass were stretched and full and her nipples stood up again. Lying there in the night, her hand reached to a nipple and the process began again. Did she have a point when her passion would be exhausted? It was well over two hours before she became exhausted from her urgent ardor and returned to camp, now quiet as everyone slept. Slipping into her tent, the smell of a hot pussy immediately came to her, but not her own. Glancing at her tent-mate, apparently asleep on her side, hand between her legs, she realized that she was not the only one to take advantage of the brief privacy. She rolled the blanket out, slipped off her jeans and slid onto the cot. The smell of her own lust drifted off the blanket.

Her tent-mate, Tish, heard Heather cum in but continued to lie quietly, herself only a few strokes away from another orgasm when she was interrupted by Heather's entrance. Shortly, Heather began to breath heavily and Tish resumed her mission. A long finger stroked her clit and her belly tightened and she stopped breathing. Only after her breath had returned to normal and she lay on her back, listening to the night, did she notice the sweet smell of another hot pussy, wafting over from the other cot.

So, she had been out having some fun too. I wonder with who? She thought about Heather's wonderful body, jutting, heavy full breasts and small waist, trim hips and straight legs and was very turned on again. A hand found the still damp well of pleasure and she thrust a finger inside. In less than two minutes, the cot began to creak from her hips responding to the thrusting. Heather slept deeply. The tent filled with the fragrance of her hot pussy as Tish came again. At long last, the tent was quiet and only the gently breeze of the night stirred the brush.

Helen, having heard a brief muffled cry from Tish and Heather's tent, finally moved away from the closed flap as the whispered gentle groans of Tish's last orgasm faded away. Maybe three could have fun before they left at the end of summer. The sudden lustful thought of making it with a woman surprised Helen. It had been a long time.

Helen found herself following Heather through the dark, down the path out of camp. It had been over a week before she and Heather had had much of a chance to talk in private. Actually, the day before, they had spent the entire day digging off to one side of the main work and had finally gotten to know each other. Helen had shared her building frustration, but Heather had been silent in response. However, that night at dinner, Heather had quietly suggested she stop by the tent about nine and bring a blanket.

They continued on until suddenly Heather turned and went between a small gap and started off the main trail. In five minutes, they came out on top of the big flat boulder. Spreading blankets, they sat down near each other and stared for a few minutes out at the endless stars above them.

"I love it out here. Very quiet and private. You can just be yourself here, lost in your thoughts and sensations."

"It reminds me of summer camp. My tent-mate and I found a very private spot in a field outside the camp and would go and look at the stars."

"Did you like camp?"

"Yes. No boys, of course. I was twelve and I was getting horny all the time by then. God, was I horny all the time. Just like now!"

They both grinned but didn't make eye contact.

"I think everyone is having that problem." Heather probed, "So what did you do about that at camp, I mean, the horny part?"

"Mostly just yelled at everyone. My tent-mate, well, she tried to help, but I was scared and..."

"Help?"

"Well, she was fourteen and very uninhibited. One night, we were looking at the stars and she pulled down her pants and began to masturbate, right in front of me. I was surprised, but she just kept up and after a while, had an orgasm. I was very inexperienced at that, so I just watched what she was doing. I was even more surprised that when she finished and calmed down, she left her shorts down and suggested I do it too. I did it a little, but was nervous and instead of it feeling good, I felt stupid. I was shaking so hard. She came over by my side and just held me for a while and before I knew it she was rubbing my chest and stomach and I started to relax and got very turned on. She put her hand down my pants and it felt wonderful. But after a few minutes when I didn't cum right away, she stopped and said we should go back. Instead of helping me get over being horny, I was just jumping out of my skin."