It was December and it was cold.
That’s how I remember how good it felt to snuggle with her, the two of us.
“You two are perverts,” she said with a smile.
“Two guys on one girl.”
“Look who’s talking,” I said.
“One girl doing two guys at one time.
You’re not happy with just one lover?”
“Okay, I am selfish,” she said.
“Shut up and fuck me while he sucks on my tits.”
I did and he did, just like she told us to do.
We always did, just like she said.
The first time the three of us had sex together, she said, “Well, you going to sit there and talk all night, or are you going to put one of those in my waiting pussy?”
“I love it when she talks like that,” I said.
“Me too,” Paul said as he positioned himself at her wet and puffy opening.
With a little up and down motion to wet the tip, he pushed it between her moist labs and into her.
That’s the way it was with us.
The three of us cuddled on one mattress and one of us in her pussy and the other attending to her breasts or mouth or both, a hand at one and lips at the other, a wet tongue searching for hers.
We had been three since elementary, but then we were just three very close friends who didn’t like to be out of the other two’ range of motion.
In those days we didn’t hold hands but we held each other in the highest regard.
If someone attacked one of us he had three to fight.
The first time we were sexual we were in her mother’s car, in the backseat on a back road, parked under a tree and at an old abandoned farm where only the long-time residences knew about and the cops left alone because they knew if you knew about the farm you were a relative of someone on the force.
That person was my Uncle Mark and Paul’s older brother Bob.
They were both cops and we knew they would be no powerful flashlights aimed at us unless it was by other trouble-making kids our age.
She let me go first and I had my pants around my ankles and she was straddling my lap, with her coonie gripping my dick like a vice and her mouth fixed to mine like it was glued.
When it was Paul’s turn she had him move over, then straddled him too and lowered herself down, slowly and steadily.
It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen in my whole fucking life.
The windows were all fogged up and it was hot in there, even though it was February and almost freezing outside.
I fucked her until I came and she made me pull out, saying, “I ain’t having your kid, so pull that thing out of me before you squirt any of that dick juice in my pussy.”
She talked as dirty as any guy I knew, especially when one of us had our dick in her.
She told us she didn’t fuck nobody but us and I believed her.
I may be dumb for believing her, but I really think if she was she would be straight enough just to tell.
“I am fucking Hiram,” she would say without a bit of hesitation.
That’s the kind of person she was.
If she did it she’d say.
I even think she told her mother she was fucking both of
us.
Her mother probably would say, “You be sure to use something or make those boys pull out.
You here me.”
Claire was just like her mother.
Neither one was known for what they wouldn’t do.
But they were know for saying it like it was.
When Claire’s mom left her dad she told him, “You might as well move in with Sally Morton, because there will be no one paying rent here after tomorrow.
So get your things packed up and find yourself a new address.
I am out of here.”
It was a rather famous story around here for well over a year.
A lot of people were saying after that, “So get your stuff packed and find yourself a new address.”
Then they’d laugh and roll their eyes and put the hands on their hips, just like she had when she delivered that famous line.
We were at a dance a few months later, after the session in the back of her mother’s car, and halfway through the evening she had been dancing with both of us at the same time and she stopped and said, “You going to want to dance all night, or do you two want to fuck me before morning comes?”
We left right then and went right out to Paul’s truck and followed her up into the cab.
She lifted her dress without even hesitating, then spread her legs and asked who was going first.
It would be Paul then me, and she didn’t bat an eye at who started.
She didn’t care.
When she wanted it she wanted it, come hell or high water.
She is a sensuous woman, although some would call her a slut, but she is no slut, she just likes fucking and we’re glad it is us doing the fucking.
We decided to travel north and visit places we hadn’t seen before.
Her goal was to get fucked in every national park in California and the western states.
It sounded like a fine goal, especially if we were the ones doing the screwing.
We decided, of course, to do Yosemite first, Lassen, the Yellowstone, Arches, Zion, up to Glacier, catch Kings Canyon, Death Valley, and Joshua Tree on the way down, Channel Islands and Pinnacles on our southern route.
We rented a cabin in Yosemite and did her in the shadow of Half Dome, then drove on to Lassen and screwed in a tent next to the volcano.
We had come through Kings Canyon and had oral sex over looking the valley.
In a bar in Montana, the drinks came faster than the good judgement and Claire being Claire told a guy at the bar about our quest.
His name was Monte and he looked like he had just been shown the actually resting place of the Holy Grail.
“You’re fucking the National Parks?” he asked enthusiastically.
“Well, not all of them,” she said with her drink in her hand and a wide smile on her lovely face.
“I am a photographer,” Monte said.
“I’d like to chronicle that.
I wouldn’t have to photograph you fucking,” he said with an obvious smirk, “but I could get some magazine to back that project and help you pay for your time.
We told him we didn’t worry about money since we were retired and each had money coming from good investments.
“We are not out to make money off of this.
It was just a way to have some fun, give us something to do in our old age.”
He argued we didn’t’t have to make money, but we could pay our expenses.
He said he could photograph us in each park, nothing sexual, pictures of us along the way.
I said I was sure Claire wouldn’t mind the sex shots, but I thought it might be fun.
He said he could take shots of us in the places we had sex, as a threesome, places like the arch in Arches National Park, and at Old Faithful, places like that, places that were near where we had sex.
“Fucking the National Parks would be a great title,” he said with animation, “for a men’s magazine.”
“You mean like the ones Dave hides under the bed?” she said.
“Like those,” I said.
Monte vowed he would not be in it for any sexual favors, and he said he just thought it would be a great idea for a magazine that focuses on sexual themes.
“Unless you are against magazines of a sexual theme,” he asked.
“Not at all,” said Claire.
“Men would have nothing to Jack off to, except pictures of me,” she added sarcastically.
The more we talked with Monte, the more excited we got about undertaking his idea of chronicling our caper in photos and text.
By the time we were ready to leave that night we had agreed and started to make plans and organize our adventure.
We would stay in separate rooms, with Monte in one and the three of us in the other.
The magazine would pay for our rooms.
We would travel in his motor home and he would pay for the gas with the money supplied by the magazine.
Our meals would also be provided by the magazine.
We were in Montana, so the first park we went to was Yellowstone.
We got a room with the help of the magazine, since ordinarily you would have to have reservations a year in advance near Old Faithful, but the publisher had pull and got us in the next night right in the hotel at the geyser.
We had a window overlooking Old Faithful.
The idea was we would make love with the geyser in the background out the picture window of the hotel room.
Monte would then take a picture of us post orgasm sitting on the bed looking out at the spewing geyser, the three of us in bedclothes with satisfied looks on our faces and Old Faithful in the background.
The perfect shot to start off our crusade of three-way fucking our way through the National Parks of the US.
We made glorious love looking out at the geyser, then we called Monte in, he took the shots of us on the bed looking out at the natural wonder of the Yellowstone geyser blowing its top for all to see, climaxing brilliantly for the multitudes to see the terrestrial orgasm shooting high into the air.
It was a good first shot in the collection of photos we planned to take on our way a crossed the US to celebrate the parks as they never had been before.
Monte’s next idea was a doozie.
His proposal was for Arches National Park, because of the photographic quality of the area, and he hoped we would go for it.
His idea was for a low-light telephoto shot of the three of us sitting nude under the famous arch after our sexual romp at night under the arch.
He figured we could get in after hours with the help of the magazine and do the deed and get the shot in the half-light at dusk of us under the arch.
Claire loved the idea and was eager to get to the arch. The publisher was able to get us in after dark and we set off with backpacks full of a blanket, extra clothes, some munchies, and plenty of water.
When we got to the parking area of the Delicate Arch, the most famous of the formations in the park, we loaded up our backpacks and hiked the mile and a half to the famous rock bridge.
We had flashlights and carefully made our way to the arch.
A ranger showed up and wanted to stay, which would have screwed up the idea of sex under the rock monument.
Finally, Monte was able to get rid of the ranger, and Paul and Claire and I made our way to the rock bridge.
We set up our blanket with a pad Monte suggested and got ready to get amorous.
The plan was for him to set up his tripod,
because of the low light he needed a stable anchor, and after we had sex he would hike back to his camera, set us up as he wanted, then go back to the tripod and take about ten shots at different settings.
We got undressed, started kissing Claire, and she responded as usual with her quick trip to arousal.
It seems the idea of sex outdoors turned her on and just added to her enjoyment.
We tried a double, with her on her knees over me, with Paul behind her to fuck her in the ass with me under her and entering her pussy from below.
I slid in slowly, taking my time as she likes, and when I was in Paul, using the Astroglide we had brought along, eased into her anus from behind.
She pushed her hips back against him, forcing him deep in her rectum.
I started a slow movement into her and I could feel his cock in her rectum wall as he went in and out of her.
When she came I swear I could hear her scream of pleasure echo through the canyons around us.
I wondered if the rangers at the station could her orgasm reverberate through the park.
When she calmed, I recovered from my own orgasm and Paul had recovered from his, we struck the pose we had agreed on and Monte took ten pictures with us staying still and him shooting at an open aperture for lowlight conditions.
As it turned out, one of the photos was perfect and he emailed the shots to the magazine and they loved it.
We were off and running at fucking our way through the National Parks of the US.
On our way out of Arches National Park we chatted in Monte’s van about where we were going next.
We had decided on Canyons National Park and it was close.
We had decided to have sex on a balancing rock in the park overlooking the vast rock formations that make it one of the most picturesque of all the parks.
We figured to have sex on one of the balancing rocks in the park, with Monte taking our picture as we sat on the rock satisfied and spent from another ridge with a telephoto lens.
We figured to have one of us eating Claire while other one focused on her mouth and breasts.
When we got to the park we realized we had to change our plans.
The balancing rock was off limits and too precarious for us to climb onto, so we came up with an alternate plan with Claire and the two of us on a ridge overlooking the famous balancing rock.
We set up and Monte took a picture before our sex and then stationed himself close by as a lookout for us while we fucked on the cliff top, each doing her from below so her back didn’t get thrashed from the hard rock.
She wore knee pads to protect her knees, as she cowgirled from above each of us.
We had a great shot with the balancing rock behind us as we sat naked on the ridge.
Our next choice was Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado.
Our hope was to get into one of the residences in the cliff side and have sex in the ancient ruins and get Monte in with us to take pictures inside.
We had to go in during viewing hours and stay after it closed to visitors, then sneak in and use the dwelling for sex, then coming out after dark with Monte staying in with us, setting his camera up as we were engaging in romance.
We had gotten pretty comfortable with Monte, with Claire fine with being nude in front of him, although Claire is comfortable being nude in front of just about anyone.
We had actually had sex with him in the room watching television next to the bed.
We planned to go in just before closing time, although they limited entry about an hour before closing so we had to go in earlier than we had planned.
Claire took my hand as we went in and gave Paul a kiss as we looked for a place to wait until the residence was closed to visitors.
When we were sure everyone was out we took the infrared lights we had brought and climbed the ladder to the dwelling.
The red lights allowed us to see without showing much reflection back to the entryway to the trail.
Our backpacks had our favorite blanket and water, jackets for later, and some food to keep us from starving.
Claire was turned on from the time we went in, and there was no problem getting her ready for sex.
In the dwelling we stretched out the blanket and the three of us began kissing and Paul and I fondled Claire, running our hands over her bottom and playing with her breasts.
I began sucking on her nipples and Paul slipped a finger into her.
Claire went down on her back and opened her legs for him.
I kept focussing on her nipples and started kissing her as he fucked her.
When she came and he followed her, I moved into position and slipped my erection into her fuck-wet pussy.
Claire humped against my pelvis and I slowly filled her with my cock, pushing steadily and deeply into her puffy and come-soaked pussy.
When we had each come, we climbed down the ladder and silently walked out with Monte lugging his camera equipment in a framed backpack along the trail in the dark.
On our way back to Southern California we talked about coming back in the summer to finish some more of the parks.
As we sat down at a restaurant in Barstow while Monte based up the van before coming in to eat.
I mention to Claire that Monte had become a good friend and had been very helpful with what started out as a lark and developed into a real project.
“I think we should do something for Monte for helping us in this, and for getting the magazine to be so much help with the operation,” I said.
Paul asked what he needed that we had.
“Probably Claire,” I said with a smile. Claire smiled at me and nodded but looked suspicious.
“So, you want me to fuck Monte to pay our debt to him?” she said.
I put out my hands and said I was just saying.
“You would give him my pussy as a reward for helping us?” she asked.
I looked at her.
“Can you think of something he’d like that we could get that he doesn’t have?” I asked.
“The way he looks at you when you’re nude is not just a artist’s appreciation,” Paul said.
“He looks like a puppy in heat,” Paul said.
“I think Dave is right.
I think the thing he would like best is a good piece of ass.
You think of anything else we can afford that he can’t get?”
We all looked at one another.
Then we all shook our heads.
When Monte got to our table he sat down and I handed him a menu.
“We would like to give you something for being so much help with our project,” I said.
He shook his head, said it wasn’t necessary.
“If it was necessary, it would be payment.
We are talking about a gift for being a good friend,” I said.
“We are wondering if there is something you would really like,” I said.
“Something you have wanted for a long time that we have.”
I looked at Claire, and he seemed to get my meaning.
He blanched and began to sweat.
“I really don’t want to… ” he paused.
“I mean I really think she is…
I mean you don’t understand,” he said.
“I am gay,” he said.
Paul and I looked at one another and smiled and we almost laughed.
“I would rather have a chance at one of you,” he said with a sad smile.
“I think Claire is disappointed,” Paul said.
“Without a doubt,” I said.
“She would love the challenge.”
I smiled at Claire and she nodded and shrugged.
“I began to like the idea,” she said assertively with a grin.
When we got home we agreed to continue the project the following summer.
We decided on the Grand Canyon, Glacier National Park, the Redwoods, and Joshua Tree.
Monte drove off and we waved goodbye, then the three of us went inside and did the thing we liked to do the best: we took Claire to our bed and entered her quickly moistening pussy with two erections one at a time, my going first and Paul following up my orgasm with his.
She cuddled and said how much she liked Arches National Park.
“My favorite was Yellowstone,” I said.
“It had the most comfortable beds,” I said.