Janice and I had decided to go camping one weekend. I'm Meredith, more commonly known as Merry. Jan and I are a somewhat mismatched couple and it surprised people to find out that we were best friends.
I'm your average young woman. I'm eighteen, nearly nineteen, and I like boys, shopping, and camping. My figure isn't bad and my features are fair. So is my hair, but just an average fairness. I look the outdoor type and people don't get a surprise when they see me out camping.
Jan on the other hand is a bird of paradise to my blue wren. She has a figure, all natural, that would make a porn-star drool with envy and any male who sees her drool with lust. Her hair is also blonde, but platinum blonde. Remember Kelly Bundy and her fair hair? That's Jan, but a natural colour. She's the blonde that other blondes try to emulate. People see her out camping and look for the film set.
It was Spring, the weather was fine, and we had a long weekend, so why not go camping. Fresh air, exercise, commune with nature, and all that sort of stuff. We left immediately after work on the Friday, having prepacked all our stuff so all we had to do was get in the car and go.
We arrived at the national park with plenty of time to hike in nice and deep and find a nice secluded spot. We found this nice clearing that gave us ample room to pitch our tent and lay out our stuff. Enough room for the pair of us but not so much room that someone else would want to pitch their tent. There was a small fire-pit and some available wood, along with signs about fire danger and make sure you put that fire out. Not really a problem at this time of the year, what with everything being damp from the winter rains. Also in the centre of our little camping site was the stump of a tree, sawn off at a height of about two feet. Perfect for us to sit on or use as a little table.
It was getting quite late by the time we had everything arranged the way we like it, so we had some dinner and retired for the night. I always sleep well when camping. We were up bright and early the next morning to greet another lovely day.
We had some breakfast and spent the day hiking and bird watching, returning to the camp in the evening, pleasantly tired and hungry. After dinner we were just sitting around on the grass drinking coffee, too lazy to do anything else. We were just chatting away, discussing nothing must at all and doing it in great detail.
When there was this crunching sound of something big coming through the bushes we both jumped, looking to see what was going on. I'll tell you this, I nearly wet myself when this giant shambling figure lurched out of the woods and stood in the camping area. Jan gave a little squeak and I knew she was no better off than I was.
"Evening, ladies," rumbled this really deep voice. "Any chance of some coffee?"
Figuring that bears don't chat up their victims before devouring them I took a closer look and found that I was looking at this huge man in dark clothing. I looked him over carefully and, next to me, Jan was doing the same thing. We looked at each other and nodded, and Jan said, "Sure. We've just made a fresh pot. Help yourself."
Looking him over we were able to draw a number of conclusions. First, although he was huge, well over six foot and beefy with it, he was also clean. What we could see of his hands and face were clean. He had a lot of hair at first glance but this resolved into hair of a decent length and a full beard, with both the hair and beard looking clean and brushed.
His clothes, although untidy, seemed looked after, and most important, he didn't smell. What breeze there was, was blowing from him to us, and the only smell I picked up was a touch of pine.
He produced a large tin mug, which had been hanging from his belt, and I was gratified to note that it was clean, as well. Obviously he was a man who took care of himself and his things. Somehow it made him seem a lot more civilised.
He sat on the stump and drank his coffee and made a few observations about hiking tracks we could follow. He wasn't actually talking much, seeming to be content to enjoy the coffee and a little company. I have no idea why I started to feel uneasy. I just did. I flicked a glance at Jan and she had this little frown on her face. Something told me she wasn't too happy either.
Finishing his coffee he placed the mug on the ground next to the stump and looked at us.
"Come here," he said, and his voice was a soft growl, and I could tell from the way he was looking at us just what was on his mind. Hell, we might as well have been naked. He was looking at us as if we were and he was busy choosing his treat for the night.
Jan and I looked at each other, both of us a little pale. What the hell did we do now?
I heard him sigh.
"I said, come here. Don't make me come and get you."
Well, obviously he meant Jan. I mean, who's going to ask for hamburger when there's prime steak available? From the look on Jan's face she knew it as well. She looked at me and swallowed nervously. There was nothing I could do but shrug. Really, try to fight and he'd make mince-meat of the pair of us. Running? Where to? He'd probably catch us before we even got out of the campsite. Jan rose to her feet slowly, her reluctance plain in her every movement.
"Not you, dolly-bird," he growled. "You."
Jan hastily sat down, looking relieved. Now it was my turn to reluctantly stand up. I looked at Jan and this time it was her turn to shrug. Now I was swallowing nervously as I walked over to him.
"What?" I asked.
He had the gall to laugh at me.
"You know damn well what," he said.
I wear yoga pants when I go for a hike. They're comfortable and don't chafe in the wrong places. Now I was wishing I'd been wearing jeans and a chastity belt.
I stood there waiting to see what he would do while my every instinct was to turn around and run for the hills. He must have been reading my mind.
"Don't even think of running," he told me. "You, dolly-bird, you make sure you just stay seated there. You can watch your friend have some fun."
Oh, yes. Fun, I don't think.
He pulled open his coat and I could see he'd already unzipped and his intentions were clear. I was quite horrified at the size of his intentions.
"You have got to be kidding me," I mumbled, and he just grinned.
"Turn around," he growled and I did, wondering what now.
I don't know why I was wondering. It was pretty obvious what would happen. Two hands landed on my waist and took hold of those damned yoga pants and they started going down. He even grabbed my panties on the way, taking both items right off and tossing them to the side. Jan was looking at me, an appalled look on her face. Also a somewhat relieved look, damn it.
His hands were back on my waist, drawing me towards him and down. I almost screamed, fairly sure I would, just as soon as that monster started to invade me. It didn't. He sat me down straddling his legs, wide open to him, but he didn't try to take me. Just let his cock rest against me, and started rubbing it back and forth along my slit.
Looking across at Jan it was my turn to be appalled. I could read her like a book and she was trying not to laugh.
"What?" I demanded.
She bit her lip, looking down. She knew exactly what I was asking.
"Um, the look on your face when you found yourself sitting on that," she said, before shutting her mouth and biting at her cheek.
I glared at her. How would she have felt if it had been her? Would I have been laughing at the faces she pulled? In all honesty, probably, partly from relief that it wasn't me riding that cock, so I couldn't blame her.
Our woodsman, whoever he was (I was only now realising he'd never given his name), seemed quite content to just rub his cock back and forth along my mound, just massaging me with it. That was, content for the cock part of him, his hands having their own plans. He very calmly peeled off my top and bra, not even bothering to undo the bra, and tossed them aside. Then he reached around and started playing with my breasts.
What I did find infuriating was that he insisted on paying me little compliments as he touched me. What nice soft breasts I had, how responsive my nipples were, how firm my pussy felt rubbing against his cock. He described the joy of touching my skin and smelling my hair, and all the time his hands were teasing my breasts and his cock was rubbing against me.
Finally his hands settled on my waist and he lifted me again, slowly. Inch by inch he lifted me and I could feel his cock dragging against me as I rose, slowly moving up into a standing position. Then I was clear of his cock, or practically so. Just the veriest tip of it was touching my pussy, lightly pressing against my lips.
I heard Jan gasp and looked over at her. She was watching, hand over her mouth, a slightly horrified expression on her face. That was all the warning I got when he dropped me. With no support gravity took control and I sank downwards, finding myself neatly spitted on his cock. All that touching and rubbing and gentle talking had worked on me to the extent I was wet and reasonably ready, and his cock plunged up between my lips and into my passage before I could react.
I managed to catch myself before I sank right down, but it was a near thing. I tried to lift myself up off him but found his hands were on my shoulders. He was laughing as he pressed me downwards, and slowly but surely I sank down, feeling him coming up into me. Inch by inch he conquered me, until I was sitting straddling him, totally impaled on his cock.
From there on it was all quite straight forward. He bounced me merrily on his lap, with me sliding up and down his cock as he went. His style of foreplay had actually got me aroused enough to start enjoying what was happening. Only physically, of course. Mentally I was hating every second, I was pretty sure.
He just kept on bouncing me, his hands around me playing with my breasts, pressing against my nipples, giving them little flicks to agitate them further. Slowly but surely he was building my excitement, apparently determined that I'd climax before him.
He was in full control and I did the only thing that any sensible person would do in this situation, relaxed and let it happen. Why not? He bumped against me and I bounced up and down. I didn't have to put any real work into what was happening; he was quite capable of doing enough for both of us.
