Day 7 – Saturday Drive Home All good things must come to an end, and so it was with our stay on Crotch Lake. Saturday morning began with a quick breakfast of energy bars. With heavy hearts and naked bodies, we went about the chore of breaking camp and packing everything up. Once all our gear was ready to go, we reluctantly got dressed enough to ferry everything back to the lodge and the car. We were swapping turns driving...

Day 6 Friday In order to get an early start on fishing, I had set an alarm for an ungodly five a.m. I was disoriented. For a couple of minutes, I didn’t know where I was. My first realization was that I smelled pussy, and there was a leg between min and pressing on my crotch. As I usually do the morning after eating Cindy out, I licked my mustache to further activate my favorite aroma. I encountered something crusty. I op...

Day 5 Thursday Ken called a camp meeting after breakfast. “Does anyone have any regrets about last night?” I admitted, “At the time, I wasn’t crazy about the idea of the girls holding me down and my wife feeding me your cum.” Karen leaned across the table and gave me a sweet little kiss. “You didn’t seem to mind very much when it was my pussy you were cleaning up.” “Okay, you got me there. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I exp...

Day 4 Wednesday I woke Ken a little before dawn while getting an eyeful of his naked wife. We grabbed some granola bars and energy drinks and took the boat out to a fishing hole that the lodge owner told us about. It turned out to be a good spot, and the fish were biting so well that we threw back a bunch that we thought were too small to fillet. In between reeling in fish, I got the nerve to bring up the previous night....

Day 3 Tuesday Cindy and I were the first up and were working on breakfast when Karen and Ken came out of the tent to join us. They were both naked. We stood there dumbstruck, staring at all the bare flesh in front of us. Cindy was the first to recover her voice. “What is this?” Ken said, “Well, you know how Karen always wants to be in charge of everything.” “Right,” I said. “So?” “Well, I was putting my cargo shorts on, a...

Day 2 Monday Ken and I were up first. After a quick trip into the woods to water a couple of trees, Ken worked on re-stoking the fire to chase the morning chill from the campsite. Meanwhile, I got the coffee and bacon started on the gas stove. Neither of us seemed anxious to bring up the previous night as we were both working in silence. I called to the tent, “Hey girls, the bacon’s done. Are you two going to sleep all da...

Day 1—The Drive—Sunday We were two hours into our ten-hour drive from Kentucky to Crotch Lake, Ontario. (Yes, it is a real place. Check Google Earth: 44°52'10.30" N, 76°48'0.37" W.) I had just started my first two-hour turn at the wheel of Ken and Karen’s Escalade, with their twenty-foot runabout in tow. Cindy and I had provided most of the camping gear that filled the boat and most of the Escalade’s cargo space. Ken was...

Marcie checked her phone. It was her best friend, Gail. Again! She knew that Gail and Judy and a couple others go clubbing every weekend and would want her to go with them like she usually did. She also knew that if she went out tonight, it would have disastrous results. Reluctantly she answered. “Hey, Gail. What’s up girl?”“It’s about time you answered. A bunch of us are going to hit that new club on the west side. Come...

I met Sherrie at a local theatre where we both volunteered as ushers. She was about ten years younger than me and very easy to talk with. It didn’t start at all sexual. Sherrie and I usually talked about our spouses, kids, and general small talk. Not at all anything you could call flirting, but we always had pleasant conversations every time we worked the same performance. A couple weeks ago before a performance, we were...

Bill’s sexy dream was getting really wonderful when the damn alarm blared. He threw his right hand at the snooze button, desperately trying to keep dreaming. It was not fair to be jarred out of his dream just as Catherine Zeta-Jones was fondling his cock. Bill lost the battle to stay asleep and opened his eyes slowly. Through the haze of sleepy eyes, he saw a shadowy figure bending over him and the bed. Gentle fingers sti...

It was February 1976. Cindy and I were charging down I-75 escaping an Indianapolis winter for a week of warmth and distraction in Orlando. Two years earlier the government had chopped the speed limit from 70 MPH down to 55, the dreaded double nickel. We were working our Fuzzbuster and CB radio to avoid Smokey and shave as much time as we could off the trip. I was one of the otherwise law abiding citizens who were rebellin...