Angela and Tom pulled into the rustic campsite. They groaned as they stepped out of the car, their legs stiff from the long drive.
"Wow!" Angela squealed.
They were hemmed in on all sides by evergreens that scraped the sky and shaded them from the harsh summer sun. A break in the trees revealed the glistening turquoise lake. They had woken up extra early to snag the lake-side site just as the reservation became available. They slowly assembled their camping gear. New to outdoorsmanship, most of the gear was new and they referred back to the instructions frequently. They finished drenched with sweat. The sagging tent made them laugh as Angela stripped off her tee and shorts, revealing a tight yellow bikini, as she ran off and jumped into the lake.
"Ahhh!" she screamed. "It's soooo cold!
Tom laughed as she splashed out of the water in a hurry. He admired his wife's beautiful body. She was committed to regular jogging and the gym, and it showed. She had thick muscled thighs and a flat tummy. Her smooth mocha skin, unusual for their Chinese heritage, stopped and lightened around milky double D tits that bounced gently as she walked to him. Her plump lips were stretched into a bright smile on her pretty face, but his eyes were fixed on her nipples poking through her top.
"Calm down mister," she giggled as she poked him in the crotch. "Are you going to setup your boat?"
He thought for a moment before pulling on her arm, leading her to the tent. They stumbled and snickered as she landed on top of him. She pulled off his clothes and grabbed a hold of his already hard cock. The pink head poked out from her fist as she stroked it as he massaged one of her breasts. She slipped on a condom before swinging her leg over, pushing aside the strip of fabric, to slip his cock inside. She sat on his lap and grinded their hips together before slowly bouncing harder and harder. Her tits heaved as she felt his grip tighten on her thighs and he let out a loud groan. She sighed a moan as she felt his dick vibrating inside of her.
She lay on top of him and swirled a finger on his slick chest.
"So, you were excited," she whispered teasingly.
"Uh, yeah," he groaned. "Should we go for a hike and then wash off in the lake?"
"Sounds like a plan," she smiled.
Angela pulled on jean shorts over her bikini bottom and they set off. It was a beautiful hike with mossy trees and birds singing in the distance. Angela blushed and rolled her eyes at the hushed whispers and sneaked looks at her exposed cleavage every time a group of guys passed them. They rounded a corner and turned onto a grown over trail at a fork.
"Should be this way," he said. "That's what it says on the GPS."
They walked several hundred metres before a white sign appeared.
"Babe, there's a no trespassing sign here," her voice wavered.
"We're in the middle of nowhere, who's even around?"
His words brought little relief to her worries.
They set off onto the path that was barely visible from the lack of use. After a steep set of switchbacks, they made it to a break in the thick trees.
"Oh, my, god!" Angela squealed.
They walked out onto the bright cliffside. The shimmering turquoise lake lay before them, surrounded by dense stands of evergreen conifers. They could see the little fishing boats traveling across the lake like little ants and the little light grey plumes of smoke radiating up from the campground.
Angela sighed. "It's so beautiful Tom!"
She turned him around and hugged his waist, pulling her phone out for a selfie.
A snapping stick behind them made the hair on their necks stand up.
"Hey!" a gruff voice startled the couple. "Hands up!"
The barrel of a hunting rifle appeared from the dark forest. Following it, an older looking behemoth of a man stepped out from the shadows wearing a red plaid shirt and worn jeans. He looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks but Angela couldn't help but think he maintained a rugged charm. The sighted scope covered a portion of his face but even the messiness of his facial hair could not hide his attractive features.
"Whoa!" Tom said. "We mean no harm man."
"I can see that; I'm the one with the gun," he replied annoyed. "You're trespassing, ya'll can't read English or something?"
"Excuse me?!" Angela blurted. "Seriously, that's offensive-"
"Whoa there!" he exclaimed loudly, cutting her off. He unshouldered the rifle but kept it pointed towards the couple. He gestured at Tom with the gun. "Move aside."
Tom hesitated for a moment before the barrel of the gun convinced him it was better to obey the mountain man for the moment. The man let out a low whistle at the sight of Angela who scoffed and responded with a look of disgust. The sight of her brought a crude smile onto his face.
"Listen," he lowered the gun. "I can call the cops and you two can get arrested for trespassing...or I can blow your brains out and drop you over that cliff there. Makes no difference to me, neither are good for you."
He paused while their eyes widened in terror.
"But hey, we're all friends on this planet," he shrugged. "How 'bout she show me a good time with that pretty mouth of hers and ya'll head back where you came from without a worry in the world."
He tugged on his crotch before raising his rifle again. "What'll be?"
They looked at each other like deer in headlights. The same thing ran through their heads, Tom was in the country on a VISA and any run in with the law could mean he would be deported within the night. Or, they could literally be killed by this maniac. As if they weren't between a rock and a hard place already.
"Angela, maybe we could run," he whispered. "Or, or...you don't think he would actually kill us?"
"I...," Angela paused. "I don't think there's a way out here..."
She surprised Tom with a peck on the lips and hesitated for a moment before walking over to the wild man.
He looked down at her with a sneer and a look of cruel delight in his eyes. She felt dwarfed beside his large framed body as she lay down a towel from her backpack and kneeled before him.
"Let's get this over with," she sighed as she unbuckled his belt and pulled down the fly. She pulled down the waistband of his underpants expecting his cock to be revealed then. To her surprise she just saw a wild bush of pubic hair. She reached into the mess of wiry hair, searching blindly before making contact with throbbing hot flesh. She struggled to extract it, stopping to pull his pants down further before being able to slide it out of his pant leg.
"Wow," slipped out inadvertently of her lips as it flopped out and stood right in front of her nose. She heard Tom curse in shock quietly behind her too.
It was the largest, thickest, cock she had ever seen. Her fingers struggled and failed to reach around the sinewy girth of his still flaccid appendage. It was the first time she had seen a circumcised penis before. Rigid veins snaked up its length and terminated with an angry purple head the size of a plum. Her hot breath on it caused it to jump, startling her as it tugged against her grip. The rich musk of his sweat and precum completely permeated her nose with his wild scent. Her body moved on its own as she lifted his cock to her lips and sucked in the bulbous head like a lollipop. They both moaned as her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans. The smegma, sweat, and precum coated her tongue with a salty bitter slime. She stifled a gag and grimaced.
The man looked down with a cheap sneer. "That's right, clean this dirty old man's cock," he laughed.
She squeaked in surprise as the cock continued to swell in her mouth. Her jaws stretched and felt strained as she became accustomed to the taste. She began to realize that she might not actually mind the salty rich taste of the man's musk. Her mouth watered and strings of spittle dribbled down to her chest and thighs. The cock flopped out of her mouth as she gasped for air. It stood perfectly rigid at an angle, casting a shadow onto Angela's slimy face. Fully erect, it was bigger than any cock that Angela could imagine.
"Shit, you city slickers can't suck cock for shit," he said as he grabbed her ponytail in his fist and rammed his cock down her throat. She squealed as her jaws stretched and felt like popping, the throbbing meat in her mouth pushed deeper and deeper until it blocked her airway. She gagged and coughed as he pushed her head farther onto his cock. She only reached down a third of the way before they felt significant resistance. He held her there, rivulets of spittle leaving dark trails down the otherwise dry cock as she gasped for air. She buckled in his arm and he threw her off of his cock. She landed on her side and coughed wildly as she tried to catch her breath.
"Yenno, such a performance might not even be worth it for me," he teased as she glared up at him. "Though, I've got to say, you've got quite the curves for an Asian...stand up."
She submitted to his obedient tone and made her way onto her feet.
"Turn around and get rid of those ridiculous shorts."
Angela turned around and looked at Tom who starred back in shocked disbelief. She could see that he was struggling to summon the courage to speak up, but only the occasional squeaks made it out. She sighed and resigned herself to her fate when she saw the outline of Tom's cock poking against his khaki pants. She popped the clasp and leaned over, slowly sliding her shorts off and revealed the bright orange thong. She grimaced and her face flushed with embarrassment to have to present her most private secret to a stranger. Mostly because she felt a burning desire in her pussy like she had never felt before and knew what he might see. It throbbed in need of release, the man's rough and commanding nature bringing out something she never knew she wanted.
He smiled quietly at the dark spot in her bikini bottom before exclaiming, "And she's got ass too, wow!"
He pulled her tight against his body and ripped her bikini off her tits, revealing the rigid puffy nipples to the crisp mountain air. He roughly groped and squeezed her large retrousse tits as she squirmed within his grasp. She felt his throbbing hard cock against her back as he reached down and slipped a finger into her sopping pussy.
"OHH!" she cried out in pleasure as she thrashed in his grasp.
"H-hey, stop! This isn't, she isn't, stop!" Tom cried out in protest, mistaking her struggle of one of trying to escape rather than of one being in the throes of pleasure.
She had forgotten that he was even there as the man stared Tom in the eye as he pinched her nipple and distended it. She chocked out a moan and her breath turned increasingly heavy as he continued to twist it between his fingers.
