An Original Story By rutger5 (Copyright 2010)
This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance.
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Introduction: My, what a big c**k you have.
Megan took a deep breath as she took in the panoramic view. It really was incredible. She was standing at a campsite on the lower slope of Mt. Rainier. The camp was located on a small plateau, a couple of thousand feet above sea level. Down below in the distance, Megan could make out the figures of her boyfriend Matt and his friend Randy. From her vantage point they appeared smaller than children. She continued gazing farther down and spotted the trail they'd hiked up on snaking its way through the forest.
Turning around Megan surveyed the higher ground. The trees around there seemed very old and dense to her. The ground steadily rose, with the higher elevation shrouded in fog and clouds. It had been raining since they'd arrived in Seattle two days earlier. They'd stayed in Seattle the first night and then had driven to the national park the following day.
They had hiked up the lowest part of the mountain then set up camp. Right then Matt and Randy were gathering wood for their fire as Megan continued to scan above her. She couldn't explain why, but she had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. All she saw were a few birds flitting about, but she couldn't shake the feeling. In LA where she lived, she would just assume it could be someone in a nearby building or something like that. But out here in the wild she didn't know. When they had parked in the lot yesterday there were no other cars parked and the visitor logbook hadn't had a signature for a week. Still, someone could have hiked there from another direction or she could just be imagining things. Just then she heard the noise of a tent flap, followed by a yawn. She turned to see a curly, dark-haired young woman emerge from one of the two tents.
"Morning," the woman mumbled, "is there any coffee left?"
"There's a little left on the fire, I think," Megan responded.
"Thanks," Carla said as she staggered to the fire, "where are the guys?"
"They're down there somewhere. They say they're collecting firewood but I think that they're just playing with sticks."
"Well boys will be boys. As long as when Randy gets back he will play with me he can do what he wants the rest of the time," Carla said with a lustful grin. "By the way I hope we didn't disturb you too much last night, but it's the only place I can be myself. Back home, people have called the cops more than once on us because I'm a little loud."
"Oh I didn't notice," Megan lied.
She thought a little loud, yeah like a 767 is a little plane and Mt. Rainier is a little hill. She also realized that was why she was a little tense and irritable that morning. If it wasn't bad enough that Carla was so loud it seemed the two of them had gone at it for hours. They must have done it at least four times. And making it worse she hadn't gotten any herself. Megan understood that Matt was tired for he'd carried most of her gear during the climb as well as his own. Then since he was the only one with real camping experience it made sense for him to set up both tents, as well as starting the camp fire. After first eating some sandwiches they'd brought with them for a quick supper Matt had smoked part of a joint then announced he was turning in early. When Megan joined him in the tent he was already in his sleeping bag. Within five minutes Matt was asleep and gently snoring.
Then the noises started. The two of them going at it -- and loudly. Carla moaning and dirty talking, telling Randy to fill her with his big cock. From the sounds she'd made he obviously did. Megan started to get pretty worked up herself. She and Matt hadn't done it for a few days while getting ready for vacation. Then the night in Seattle they'd both had too much to drink and had just fallen into bed. So that night in the tent she'd tossed and turned in her sleeping bag, a fire growing between her legs. Megan had even let her fingers drift down there. But she had never been able to play with herself with someone nearby. Even though Matt was asleep, and he had played with her and more, she couldn't relax enough to come.
She finally had drifted into a restless sleep but one other thing had happened that night. Megan wasn't sure if it was a dream or real but she remembered waking up to the sound of silence. All was quiet. Then she heard a cry, or a call, of some kind of animal. It had started low in pitch, then gotten higher, almost like a whistle, before ending in a howling sound.