Bac to Nature

Back to Nature

My girlfriend Zoe and I were out for a hike. Best not for us women to hike alone you know. This trail is one of our favorites, and we've hiked it many times before. A light breeze provided the perfect balance to the warm afternoon sun. The skies were clear with a few fluffy clouds. The trees and clouds were causing the shadows to dance along the path.

Shorts and tank tops were the order of the day and we were enjoying the loose-fitting versions of both. I love the feeling of my breasts swaying as I walk. Even with a bra, it makes me feel like they are being caressed by my tank top, which has me imagining hands sliding into my tank top and playing with them. It had been a little while, and I was missing that feeling. Not so much that I was going to make any special requests of Zoe, but not far from it either. I wonder if she would be okay if I took my top off?

Say what you want for spandex, but loose legged shorts on a day like this are the best. Sure, people can see up them and get a peek at your undies, and even more, if you're not wearing any. Sadly nobody is looking, and I am wearing my undies. But the light breeze feels wonderful up there.

We had made it to the top and took a nice break talking and watching the comings and goings of a couple of other hikers. It was really pretty quiet given how nice a day it was. We had finished our lunch at the top and were making our way back down. Point to note, tities swing better going down hill rather than up.

Sheepishly I announced, "Zoe, I need to pee."

"Can I watch?"

"No, you little pervert, but you can watch out," I responded as we both giggled.

Feigning disappointment she replied, "Well if I can't watch, can it wait until we get to the porta john in the parking lot?"

"In a couple, more steps you'll be able to watch me wet my shorts if you keep this up."

Not to be outdone, Zoe responded, "Left it a bit late did you?" and started to reach out and try to tickle me.

Now peeing along this trail is usually no big deal, and despite the beautiful weather, we hadn't seen many other hikers. There is plenty of brush along the side where you can carve out a little privacy.

One time I had even enjoyed a quick fuck trailside on this very trail. After finding a spot with suitable cover, I took my position on my hands and knees, and he slid my shorts down. No undies that day. This was not his frist time with me so it was just going to be a relaxed fun fuck. His cock eased its way into me made all the easier by my very wet anticipation. And the wonderful fucking began. I so love getting fucked. It truly is the best feeling in the world.

We kept it quiet but did hear a couple of other hikers passing by, and one of their dogs came in to investigate. There I was on my hands and knees with my friend behind me doggie-style balls deep just getting ready to come. When, there in front of me was a big male Black Labrador Retriever nose to nose giving me that, "Can I go next?" look. With a cock sliding in and out of my backside, I was presented with a fetishist's dream fuck, a Big Black Cock, beastiality, three-way. Starting to come, an orgasmic squeak escaped my forced silence scaring him off.

Clearly, I was too much of a woman for him. It often makes me wonder what activities I might be passing as we walk along. Some people get nervous when they hear a twig snap imagining what kind of animal is lurking about. I wonder if she is sucking his cock, or if he is fucking her up the ass. No wonder my hiking panties are so wet sometimes.

So, we found a nice spot, and as Zoe stood guard I slipped into the brush to find a place to take care of business. I came to this little drop-off which offered the benefit of a downhill escape for the pee, versus splashing all over myself by peeing on a flat rock. It actually had quite a nice view. Facing back to the trail, I slid my shorts and panties down to my ankles, held onto a small tree so I wouldn't fall, and bent over sticking my ass out over the bank.

Nothing says you want to be fucked more than bracing yourself against a tree and spreading your naked ass cheeks wide offering an open door to anyone who wants to have a go. The desire for a cock to go in almost overwhelmed the desire for the pee to come out. Almost, and I began peeing over the bank. I was right. I really had to go. I imagined someone down in the valley with binoculars looking up and going, "What the hell is that?" Oh, this is such a turn-on.

There is something wonderful about peeing outside. You feel this light breeze rustling through your pubic hair, and a light tickling of your pussy. With my butt cheeks spread wide the breeze also tickled the little hair fuzz around my butt hole. I could just imagine it being a guy's breath, just before he touches my butt hole with his tongue. It is rather... stimulating. Or, it could just be a bear.

What I didn't realize was how much I also had to poop. The pressure was definitely there. I had to pee so bad I didn't realize it. Could I hold it? Should I hold it? Is it going to really matter if my pile of poop is sitting right next to the poop from that bear? As I debated the question with myself, my body made the decision for me. Let the pooping begin.

I had to go so badly that it came along pretty quickly, so I didn't worry about Zoe coming searching for me and finding me mid-defecation. It was early fall and there were already a few early fallen leaves. I had been able to hear my pee hitting the leaves, in this romantic raindrop kind of way, but it is something altogether different the sound of each plop as my hunks of poo hit those same leaves. You feel it disconnect from your body, then there is this brief pause and then plop. It is really kind of comical when you think about it. No wonder we all giggle when someone puts a dollop of mashed potatoes on our plate.

All of a sudden I had one of those "somebody is watching you," feelings. I thought back to the binoculars thing, but it didn't feel like that. I looked ahead of me and and I couldn't see anything. Maybe Zoe? No she is way over near the trail. I kind of felt it on my ass though. How can you feel someone looking at you?

My pooping was just finishing and the pressure was gone. I wiggled my butt just in case there were any hanger-oners. But before reaching down to pull up my shorts I looked behind me. Immediately I saw the faces of 3 guys so close to my bare ass that I'm surprised they weren't covered in pee. I also saw a cell phone pointed right at me. It was instantly put away.

I don't know who was startled more them or me. They jumped back. I jumped up losing my grip on the tree, and my balance and I fell bare assed into the leaves. They were banging into each other like the three stooges trying to determine which way to run. Quickly I pulled up my shorts, although by no means gracefully, and made my way down the bank sliding through the leaves but being careful to avoid a certain obstacle along the way. The fuckin' trail cuts back right there as it descends. I know this. I've been here before. Did I really have to pee so badly that I just went stupid?

The guys regrouped and began to run up the trail. Running after them I was yelling, "Stop you bastards. Get back here, get back here. I am going to fucking kill you. I am going to rip your balls off, fry them in oil, and eat them for dinner." I have no idea why they didn't stop.

As we came through the switchback my yelling continued, "Zoe stop these fuckers! Stop 'em. Don't let them get away! Zoeeeeeeee!" One more turn and there they stood the 3 of them. Stock still. Motionless. Tripping and slipping I came up behind them.

Standing in the middle of the trail stood Zoe. An impenetrable wall. A force of nature. Arms crossed. A look on her face that struck terror. That bear couldn't have been more intimidating. Did I mention Zoe plays Rugby?

Regaining my composure, and my balance, I braced them to attention and began to deliberately pace a path in front of them, reviewing for them, and explaining to Zoe what had just happened. "You 3 here were on the trail below me, and you saw my bare ass on the bank above. Not only did you fuckin' perverts see me, but you also stayed to watch. No alert, or even a grunt. Nothing. You didn't move on. You didn't step back. God forbid, you should just sneak your peak and quietly go back down the trail a bit until I finished."

Turning nose to nose with the first one, in classic drill sergeant fashion I continued, "No, you moved in for a closer look. You got right up there. Right up in my ass. Why didn't you just stick your finger in there for a little fun? Oh, that's right. I WAS PEEING!" Stepping back just a little bit having punctuated that last remark with my raised finger. "But, that's not the worst of it." Now nose to nose again with my videographer, "You took out your little cell phone and fuckin' videoed it!"

Zoe let out a little snicker obliging me to turn on her with a, "What the Hell??"

"Sorry" snicker, snicker. "He has a video of you peeing?"

"Yes... well... YES."

I only just began to realize, that they had yet to say a word. "Let's see it," I demanded and held out my hand.

As Zoe asked, "Can I see it?"

"What the fuck?" I replied as she batted her puppy dog eyes at me, and realizing that without her, they would have been long gone, I said "Fine," and went back to my video assailant. Like he was staring in the face of a lioness who was just about to rip out his throat he slowly withdrew the phone from his pocket. I continued, "Give it here." Nothing. "Give it here." I really am not stupid, I swear. There was no way he was going to give me his phone. "Fine let's see it then." Again nothing. "If you don't show me you are all going to be in a lot of trouble."

Mind you I was starting to realize that there was nothing I could do. They had pictures of me peeing, and by this evening they were probably going to be on the internet. There was nothing I could do about it. We didn't know who they were, or where they were from. There was no one else around, and the cell service was so bad up there, I couldn't call the police if I wanted to. The trail split into many different paths with multiple access lots. All they had to do was walk away, and I was stuck. I stared him down with the strongest mother-in-the-kitchen look I could muster and he relented.

He turned his phone around and all five of us surrounded it to watch. The first thing he showed was a couple of pictures. They were close-ups. My ass cheeks were spread. It was a good phone so the camera was a good one, and you could see my pussy lips crystal clear as my pee poured forth. Even the lighting was good. You could see each individual hair, every little wrinkle and goose bump. There were only a couple of pictures. The rest was video. And, there I was for all the world to see. The previews over. The movie began, and it was definitely rated for mature audiences.

Zoe offered a "Holy Shit."

I scolded her with a simple, "Zoe!" My friend who had never seen me in anything less than my underwear when we would go shopping, was seeing parts of me I hadn't even seen.

This is a view of ourselves that women are not used to seeing. Sure if you watch any porn you see other women's holes spread wide. But you never see your own, unless you do porn or you have a kinky boyfriend with a camera. It is kind of like your back. You know it is there but you very rarely see it, and you never see it in this incredible detail.

I keep my pussy hair trimmed, but it was only a minor consideration at the bottom of the picture. My pussy lips neatly shaven were the star of the show front and center. My lips were a little looser than I thought. They hung down in a kind of inviting way making you want to reach out and play with them. It was clear at this point that I had lost the awareness that I was looking at my own vagina. It was truly surreal. Pee was gushing from between them, coming from the front, which makes sense, but I had never really thought about it.

Now my asshole was absolutely adorable. It was tiny, a little bit pink, and perfectly round. Finally, I know why men are so enamored with it. It just invites you to kiss it.

The torrent of pee began to subside and it was finally over. Yes for a moment I had totally forgotten that it didn't end there. Almost immediately you could see my butt hole start to purse and pucker. It looked like it was blowing little kisses. I'm like why am I doing this? Do I always do this after I pee? Then at the same moment, reality hit me, my ass hole started to spread open and this brown lump began to appear. Just as it started to crown, I erupted, "OH FUCK! No. No. No. No. Please God No. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK."

There is nothing in normal life that resembles an asshole when it poops. There is no real analogy that can help you imagine what it looks like. You only know what it looks like if you have seen it, and I had never seen it. It keeps getting wider and wider as the large brown lump tries to make its escape. It keeps stretching, and while you think it can't possibly get any bigger, it does. Will it ever stop?

Well yes, it does, but then we watch as this enormous lump starts to slide out like a huge Polish sausage. I have never had anal sex, but I now know that if I want to, it would fit. This is thicker than most of the hard cocks I've ever seen. And, it keeps coming and coming. It fucking goes on forever.

We watch in silent awe. You can't even hear us breathe. Finally, my ass hole pinches off this monster, and it drops away. You hear the same sound that only moments ago I was pleasurably enjoying as it hits the leaves and plops. Followed by a short grunt. Oh, my God I grunted. Everyone but me breaks into laughter. Then before the laughter subsides, here comes another one.

They keep coming one after the other. All smaller than the first, but they are still big and seemingly endless. What the hell did I eat? Plop. Plop. Where did it all come from? Plop. Grunt. Did I eat a hundred hamburgers and not remember it? Plop. Plop. Plop. Sigh. My asshole finally went back to just blowing little kisses. It was totally clean too. Amazing, and thankfully over. Then my ass wiggled like I was waving goodbye?

Well not exactly over. Suddenly there is my face filling the camera. Anonymity is gone. I have just signed my work. It is undeniably me. The phone was withdrawn, and everyone was staring at me.

I was sick. My stomach was churning. I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up. My mind was racing. I had to get control here. What was I going to do? If I got their names they could lie. I could have them email it to me and I would have an email address, but they would have mine too, and the cell service was so bad up there, it would take hours to get the email sent and for me to confirm I had it. And, then they would still have the video.

I raised my head, looked directly at my cameraman, and said, "You can keep this."

Zoe burst out with, "WHAT!!" and their faces bathed in total shock were left in continued stunned silence.

I continued looking straight at the videographer, "But, you have to agree to never share this with anyone or post it on the web. You can tell the story, but tell them you lost the pictures." The most pathetic wimpers caught my attention and immediately I saw the pleading puppy dog eyes of the two who did not have the cell phone. "Yes, he can share it with you, but you are bound by the same rules." This news was met with cautiously grateful smiles. Zoe was dumbfounded. It was clear she couldn't believe what I was doing.

Suddenly an epiphany. "But, this is a trade. You've got a video of me peeing." I still could not bring myself to say they'd seen me poop. "I should have a video of you peeing too. It's only fair." I stepped back, got my phone out, and got ready. Zoe, picking up on the plan, got her's out as well as if their compliance was inevitable. Turns out it was. I will never understand the male mind.

They dropped their pants, and right then and there staring right at Zoe and me were 3 penises all trying to pee. A veritable penile variety pack. The guy in the middle took center stage. It was a true firehose. Uncut, and just hanging there swinging in the breeze. Very slender but oh so long. You just wanted to play with it. Swing it around. Hold it up and let it drop. So floppy. So fun.

My buddy better be a grower, because he sure as hell wasn't a shower. It was like there was nothing there. I think he was cut, but you couldn't hardly tell. He wiggled it a little so he could pee, and yes he was cut.

The fireman, had that thing just lying in the palm of his hand and was already producing a very respectable stream. My guy continued to try to work his little friend loose, probably so he wouldn't get pee all over himself. The best he could get on it was his thumb and forefinger, the human equivalent of tweezers.

It was Zoe's guy who was having the most trouble. He emerged from his pants with a bit of a semi going. Admittedly I was a little disappointed because after having just finished watching my own personal porno I would have expected three massive hard ons.

I don't think Zoe realized it, but she had her phone in one hand and had pushed the front of her shorts down with the other, and was rubbing her obviously furry pussy. This is what had him getting started, as he couldn't keep his eyes off Zoe's pussy and you know he just wanted to reach right in there and play with it. Frankly, I was mesmerized by it too. I was watching my best friend masturbate, not just in front of me, but in front of 3 strangers as well.

Now I have come to learn that penises do not multitask well, and once they switch into erection mode there will be no peeing. Well, that was the case with Zoe's guy. It wasn't long, at least not yet, but it was thick. And, the thicker it got the more Zoe rubbed, and the thicker it got. She is such a little slut.

My videographer, had a nice stream going, and although Zoe may have caught it on video, my filming was more focused on her little sex show. Clearly, he was going to be exempt from the peeing requirement. But he was getting longer by the minute.

The other 2 had finished when another light bulb appeared. "Okay get 'em hard." On this, they were not so complicit. I insisted, "Come on, come on. You can't tell me that my pussy and ass are not worth seeing you guys show off a hard-on."

They began stroking away. Slowly at first until they became a little more committed. The fireman was fascinating to watch. It got rock hard, the head emerging from its sheath, but didn't really change in size at all. It was sticking straight out as long as before which was pretty long, but no thicker. This guy was built for anal sex. It would slide right in and keep going and going and going with a minimal amount of rectal stretching. This was so fascinating I had almost forgotten about my buddy, that is until I looked down.

Holy fuck. He was definitely a grower. It probably wasn't really all that big, but where the hell did it come from? There was nothing there before, and now he wielded a true two-hander. And thick, well that little tweezer trick worked before, but now he couldn't even get them to touch. I may have been careful not to wet my pants earlier, but they were getting pretty soaked right now.

Zoe is losing all control, she has her shorts down so far you can see the gap between her legs. Any minute now I expect she is going to turn around and we are going to watch Mr. pussy stretcher disappear into her backside.

Our friendship had certainly taken an interesting turn. Keeping my phone in hand and getting a real good look at my guy I walked up to him and took his incredible cock in my hand. I was nose-to-nose with him again.

Holding his cock with a firm handshake grip though nowhere near all the way around it I said, "Now you remember our deal. Nobody ever sees me but the three of you. I'll be keeping my eye on the web, and if I ever see myself on there, one picture or the shortest video clip, whether you see my face or not, this video of you three goes up immediately for the whole world to see. Deal?" I stared him straight in the eyes, and he nodded, but with this came a contorted, pained expression on his face.