A Fishing Trip in the Rockies

I thought it was only reasonable to help, so I pulled
her panties off and found the crotch -- like Dagmar's
-- already damp with her juices. Now, I truly enjoy
eating pussy so it seemed natural to pull Angie's legs
towards me, guiding each of them over a shoulder. I
planted a kiss on the inside of one thigh and was
rewarded by a quick sigh. Though my dick was aching for
release, I settled in to tease Angie to an orgasm,
kissing my way slowly towards her hole.

Then Angie erupted tersely in German and Dagmar trans-
lated.

"Angie says you should not be slow, but very fast with
her," Dagmar said.

I readily pushed her thighs a little further apart and,
planted my open mouth over the gaping wet lips of
Angie's pussy. The hair guarding her gash was much
finer than Dagmar's and my tongue parted it easily,
immediately finding her finger-thick and juicy outer
labia. I sucked her pussy lips, pulling them into my
mouth, caressing them with my tongue. She cried out,
arching her back and pushing her pussy up against my
open mouth. I rewarded her by darting my tongue down
and firmly rimming her opening. Angie began to pant
loudly for air and dug both hands into my hair, as if
she were trying to push my head inside her.

Three times I stuck my tongue in her hole, then drew
it slowly up her slit to circle her clitoris, tasting
her tart, flowing juices along the way. She ripped out
a sentence in German that needed no translation. "Stop
teasing and finish me, you bastard!" is pretty easy to
understand.

I covered her clit with my mouth and began the same
fast, light flicking motion with my tongue tip that
I'd used on Dagmar with my finger. The result was the
same, yet wonderfully different. In less than a minute
Angie began to come, her whole body convulsing time
after time. Her muscular thighs locked themselves on
either side of my neck while her hands tried to push
my head even harder against her crotch. She came
forever, pumping her hips up against my mouth while
pussy juice flooded from her gash down her ass crack.
Her deep, drawn-out climax groans filled the tent and
echoed among the trees outside. Then, as her orgasm
had clearly crested and was beginning to slacken, I
thrust two fingers hard and without warning inside her
-- one into her gaping pussy and the other into her
wonderfully tight and juicy-slick asshole.

Angie exploded. It was like riding a bucking bronc. I
had to fight to keep my mouth on her pussy, my tongue
lashing her through her renewed climax. Her heels beat
against my lower back. I could see her head with its
cloud of black hair whipping back and forth and her
big, firm tits quivered again and again from the shock
waves rippling through her body. I pulled my fingers
nearly out of her, then shoved them in again, and
again, and again. I don't know German, but it sounded
like she was screaming, "Yes! Oh, god, yes! Yes! Yes!
YES!

It seemed like an hour before the rock-hard muscles in
Angie's thighs and stomach began to relax. I slowly
let my fingers slip out of the warm grip of her pussy
and the even warmer grip of her ass. I clearly felt
her muscular asshole grasp my finger several times as
I gradually pulled it out. Angie was murmuring softly,
almost inaudibly, to herself, one arm across her
substantial breasts while the other hand caressed my
hair.

I wasn't given much time to rest on my laurels. As I
gently maneuvered my head out of Angie's swollen,
soaking crotch, I could feel Dagmar's soft breasts and
hard nipples against my arm. She was attacking my right
ear with her tongue. One hand grasped my dick like a
vise, while the other seemed to be everywhere at once,
roaming over my body. I turned my head to kiss Dagmar
and she got even wilder, alternately sucking hard on
my tongue and kissing all over my face though it was
coated from eyebrows to chin with Angie's pussy juices.

Dagmar would not be denied. She roughly guided me onto
my back beside Angie and straddled me. Her left arm
supported her weight while her right hand found my dick
and guided it between her swollen pussy lips. A half-
second later she dropped her entire weight downward,
eagerly impaling herself with a cry to the full length
of my penis. Her pussy felt wonderfully tight, wet and
warm. She must have enjoyed the sensation, too, because
she paused a minute, gasping, her weight forcing her
pussy lips against the base of my dick.

Then, with both hands planted on my chest, Dagmar began
rhythmically lifting herself halfway off my dick then
dropping back down to encase me inside her. Each time
her sopping pussy plunged to the base of my dick, she
gave a little grunt of pleasure and her panting filled
the tent. I groaned. It was all I could do to stop
myself from coming instantly as the warm, clasping
walls of her pussy slid up and down my cock. I held
back with difficulty, watching the concentration on her
face and the bouncing of her lovely breasts as she
fucked me. I was dimly aware of Angie lying beside me,
watching us contentedly with one hand between her legs
and the other lightly pinching her nipples.

I reached up and cupped the considerable weight of
Dagmar's tits, hefting and caressing them for a few
strokes, then took her thimble-sized nipples between
my thumbs and forefingers. She groaned but kept going,
her head now thrown forward so her hair hid her face.
Each time she lifted herself off me she nearly pulled
her nipples from my fingers, stretching them tautly
downward. She whimpered with each tug on her nips.

Dagmar gradually speeded her rhythm and I heard a low,
growling sound coming from her chest. A faint, wet slap
was audible each time she drove herself down on my
dick. The tangy smell of pussy filled the little tent.
Then Dagmar muttered something harshly in German and
was no longer lifting herself up but rocking quickly
back and forth, focusing her weight on the point where
her clitoris nestled against the base of my dick. Her
fingernails dug into my chest and then she was coming,
coming hard, with short hoarse cries of completion
that went on and on. The minute change in sensation
drove me out of control and soon I was trying to thrust
up into her, my throbbing penis spurting what felt like
a quart of hot semen deep inside her muscular belly.

Finally, she collapsed forward onto me, groaning,
drained of strength. I could feel her rock-hard nipples
as her breasts flattened against my chest and her
ragged breathing roared in my ear. I wrapped my arms
around and caressed her back and neck with my open
hands. Her slick pussy still grasped my dick firmly,
squeezing it occasionally as her inner muscles con-
tinued to convulse. It was a long time before my sticky
dick became soft enough to finally slip from her gash.

Angie joined us then, snuggling close, taking my right
arm to wrap around her shoulders and tucking sleeping
bags around our three naked and wet bodies. She said
something in German which started Dagmar chuckling,
then laughing out loud, and Angie began laughing hard,
too. It took Dagmar awhile to answer when I asked what
was so funny.

"Angie," she gasped, "Angie is saying you are a very
bad boy!" Then I had a good laugh, too.

We slept that night, exhausted, in a tangled heap of
arms, legs -- asses, pussies and breasts. Angie woke
me at some point in the night by gently stroking my
dick. Too tired for anything else, I fingered her to
a quick, intense orgasm while giving her long, lazy
tongue kisses. On the other side of me, I don't think
Dagmar even woke up. Around dawn they each gave me a
quick kiss and left the tent while I continued to doze
for awhile. Giggling like a couple of 10-year-olds,
they had breakfast ready when I got up.

I spent the next four days teaching Angie and Dagmar
the mysteries of fly fishing and taking care of Erma's
ankle with cold, wet compresses. Dagmar proved to be
naturally coordinated, casting easily and catching
nearly as many fish as I did. Angie had a frustrating
time at first but then developed into a very competent
fisherman. I sometimes just sat napping or reading on
a sunny slope overlooking the scene while they used my
gear to fish in nearby ponds. The girls took over the
cooking after sampling my primitive efforts and we
shared the other chores.

As for the nights, Angie and Dagmar must have arranged
a system between them. The first night after the wild
episode in my tent, nothing was said but Angie simply
moved her sleeping bag and pad in with me at bedtime.
Dagmar stayed in the other tent and took care of Erma.
The next night, it was Dagmar who moved in with me.
Then Angie on the third night and Dagmar again on the
last.

Erma, whose ankle quickly improved, seemed to find the
whole situation laughable and never showed any interest
in participating. I didn't care. Erma would ordinarily
have been very attractive to me -- with her thin, good
looks; long, tapering legs; and small, round breasts.
But I didn't have the time or energy for any interest
in her. Angie and Dagmar each wanted a lot of fucking
and weren't shy about demanding their share. There was
simply nothing of me left over for Erma.

Angie was the more demanding, eager to try a different
position the minute the idea popped into her head. She
enjoyed it, but was essentially impatient with fore-
play. As soon as she felt her orgasm building, she
wanted to come, and quickly. Angie wanted to be fucked
hard and fast, egging me on if I slowed by rocking to
a faster rhythm or digging her short nails into my ass.
She paid little attention to my body, other than to
pull me into the position she wanted and guide my dick
eagerly into the gap between her muscular thighs. She
climaxed readily and noisily under my fingers or tongue
but clearly get the most enjoyment out of a deep, fast,
pounding fuck. She had, at most, two orgasms in one
session, then quickly fell asleep.

If Angie was a glutton when it came to sex, Dagmar was
a gourmet, and much more my style. She obviously
savored my slow, teasing foreplay with tongue and
fingers, and had the patience to endure a long, intense
fucking with several fast and slow intervals. She was
capable of three or four orgasms in a two-hour session
of lovemaking. Dagmar liked to get on top and slowly,
teasingly, rock herself to a climax while looking into
my eyes in the subdued light. She liked a lot of
cuddling, caressing and kissing afterwards and loved
to have her pussy eaten. She wasn't shy about giving
head, but clearly preferred me to come inside her.

Finally, it was time for me to return to my home and
work. Although we made love the night before, Dagmar
woke me at 4 a.m. on the last day for a long, intense
session of lovemaking. Her goal seemed to be keeping
my dick hard and deep inside her as long as possible.
Later the girls hiked to the trail head with me and
accepted my offer of a ride to Estes Park. There, Erma
and Angie pecked me on the lips and Dagmar left me with
a deep, powerful kiss and a soulful look in the eyes
before we reluctantly turned away.

------

A year later I got a mysterious envelope marked
"personal" addressed to me at work and postmarked from
Germany. Inside were a letter and photo. I immediately
recognized the vibrant, stylishly dressed young woman
in the picture as Dagmar, looking as lovely as ever.
Then I remembered standing beside a mountain stream and
telling her about the company where I worked. She was
holding a cute little tow-headed baby in that posses-
sive way mothers have. The letter told the whole story.

"Dear R---, I'm sure you'll be surprised when you look
at my photo and see the souvenir I brought back from
my trip to America. I didn't plan to get a baby, but
when I found I was pregnant I felt nothing but hap-
piness. I wanted to keep my little boy as soon as I
found out he was coming. Someday I will marry and have
other children but for now I am selfish to have this
one for me alone. Please understand I have wonderful
feelings for you and our few days together and that
memory and my little son are all I want from you. He's
very smart and strong and, as you can see, beautiful.
Angie and Erma are his aunties. We think of you often
with warmth and love. Thank you. Love, Dagmar"