Whore on a fishing trip

I met a young man online. We started corresponding. At first, it was about neutral topics, now he writes me things that make me blush and I feel my panties getting wet. And from reading this story, I came without even touching myself. This is a first for me...

So, after a long and pleasant journey, you woke up from my light kiss.

— Wake up, we've arrived.

As usual after you sleep in the car, your legs are a bit numb. The night is still ongoing, but dawn is already approaching. Our cabin is for four people, with three rooms: one is a bedroom with two double beds, the second is a living room,

with a fireplace, a sofa, and a fur rug on the floor, the third room is the dining room, next to it are the toilet and the bathroom. An actual bathtub, not a shower stall, like in most cabins at tourist bases.

While you were sleeping, I already went to get the keys, opened up, and after waking you up — you sleepwalked into the bedroom, curled up in a ball without undressing, covered yourself with a blanket, and fell asleep. You had strange but pleasant dreams, inspired by the adventures on the road, your body felt very sweet, the sweet fatigue after good sex, as you love. But you woke up early, from the sound of a bumblebee buzzing against the window's mosquito net. You got up, stretched sweetly, and were surprised to see that you were alone in the room. You walked around the house — but didn't find me or my friend. You realized we had gone fishing at dawn, you took your robe and toiletries from your bag and went to the bathroom to freshen up. In your robe, with wet hair, you came out of the bathroom and ran into me and my friend, we had just returned, with fishing rods, nets, landing nets, and other fishing junk in our hands. Noisy and cheerful, bringing the smell of the river with us.

I, stretching my neck since my hands were full, kissed you on the lips, walked past, and my friend following me kissed you exactly the same way. But it wasn't erotic, more like playful. While we were changing and washing up, you sorted things out in the kitchen and quickly made scrambled eggs and a salad, poured hot tea, and sat down at the table, with one leg very appetizingly and carelessly peeking out from the open robe.

My friend and I came into the kitchen.

— Thank you, you guessed right that we're very hungry! I came up behind you, hugged your shoulders, and kissed your neck. My friend also said thank you and sat on the other side of the table. Then you said to my friend:

— That's not quite the right way to say thank you) My friend immediately understood the hint and, approaching you, kissed you on the lips, gently running his hand over your breast peeking out from the robe's opening. He asked:

— Like this? You answered:

— I'd like more, but for starters, it's enough. Sit down and eat, you'll need your strength. And you smiled a smile that drove me crazy — an exciting, slightly slutty, and very promising smile.

I really love that smile in your eyes. It usually started all our most wonderful sexual adventures, and I was very proud that you were mine, but at my wish, from faithful, beloved, and loving, you could turn into a seasoned slut and whore in five minutes. Just the thought of it turns me on incredibly.

So, we had a snack, my friend and I told you that nothing was biting in the morning, although there were fish, splashing around. You finished eating first, put the dishes in the sink, and started washing. My friend brought his plates and also put them in the sink, but in doing so, he pressed against you from behind. He pressed for a little longer than necessary, left the plates, and started to move away, but you asked:

Come back.

He came back, pressed even harder, and you felt with your ass how his cock, pressed against you, was starting to fill with blood. The thing is, my friend's cock is huge. About thirty centimeters long and as thick as a wrist.

I remember perfectly when I ordered you to suck him off for the first time. It was a long time ago, since then I sometimes offered you to my friend, and every time you were afraid his huge dick wouldn't fit inside you, and then I let him fuck you in all holes, cumming non-stop...

You turned and looked at me. Asked:

— Am I still free and can do what I want? I answered:

— Yes.

Then you turned off the water, turned sideways to me, pulled down my friend's shorts, took his cock in your hand, brought it to your lips, turned to me, and asked again:

— You're really not against it?

— Not against it, — I answered in a voice slightly hoarse with excitement.

Then you licked your lips and then slowly, with the tip of your tongue, began licking the head of his cock. Barely touching. I could clearly see a thin thread of saliva stretching from the tip of your tongue to his cock. Yes, I saw how my beloved was licking my friend's cock and doing it with my permission. My cock instantly got hard. I unzipped my fly, took it out, and started leisurely jerking off.

You turned, saw my cock, realized you had achieved the result, rewarded me with another smile, turned, and took my friend's cock in your mouth as deep as you could. I saw how it hit your throat, how your throat even bulged a little, but you couldn't push that club further no matter how much you wanted. Then you froze for a few seconds with his cock in your mouth and looked my friend in the eyes. I knew that slutty look of yours when you look up from below with a cock in your mouth, as if asking — do you like how I look with your cock in my mouth?

Then, slowly, you pulled it out, caught your breath, holding his cock in your hand, stood up, turned your back to my friend, leaned your free hand on the table, your face ended up next to mine. You asked:

— You don't mind if your friend fucks me a little?

I answered:

— Darling, if you want it — I'm all for it.

At the same time, by the movements of your hand, I understood that you were already rubbing his cockhead over the wet lips of your pussy behind your back, I saw it in your glazed-over eyes. Stroking, pressing a little where the entrance is, then pulling it out and starting to stroke your lips with it again...

You would have continued this game, but you know perfectly well that you're only teasing a man that way. My friend couldn't take it, grabbed your hips, and started inserting his huge cock into your wet but tight pussy. You rolled your eyes, braced yourself harder against the table, and started giving way a little, meeting him.

Logically, I knew it didn't last long at all, but by sensation, he kept pushing his dick into you, and you kept impaling yourself on him... But then you both stopped. I understood he was completely inside you. I remembered how your lips spread from his cock and felt my excitement reach its peak.

My friend couldn't take it, pressed you against the table, and started fucking you with all his might. Now your face was next to mine again, only your head was jerking from my friend's sharp thrusts. I ran my tongue over your lips, but you didn't let my tongue inside, tightly closing your lips and playing offended. Then I stood up and started stroking your lips with my cock. The precum from my head made your lips slippery and shiny.

My friend was already just pounding your squelching, flowing pussy with his dick. You weren't moaning but whimpering in time with his movements, and at some point, you let my cock into your mouth. Then I decided to get even — grabbing your head with my hands, I started fucking your mouth to the full length.

I tried to move in sync with my friend — when he shoved his cock into your pussy, then I also drove my cock into your mouth.

I love fucking your mouth while watching others fuck your pussy...

Feeling that I was about to cum, you took my cock with your hand so I wouldn't go so deep into your throat, and started caressing it with your tongue, jerking it a little. You really wanted us to cum inside you simultaneously, and at the moment you felt my friend speed up and his cock start to swell — you sucked on my cock. You know how to suck it so that I cum quickly, and your expectations were justified — my sperm started filling your mouth, and my friend's cock started releasing hot sperm into your pussy in spurts, stretching you on his dick so deep that I thought — now we'll meet with our cocks in your mouth... After milking the last drop of sperm from my cock, you raised your eyes to me, slowly, demonstratively licked your lips, and smiled...

When my friend pulled his cock out of you, you straightened your robe, and saying:

— I'm off to the shower, — blew us air kisses and headed to the bathroom with quick steps. — Boys, pour me some tea.

Just below the edge of your robe, which was a little short of your knee, I saw a drop of sperm trickling down.

You fluttered out of the shower completely happy. You liked the morning. My friend and I were already dressed in fishing clothes again and asked you to get dressed quickly, as we wanted to go around the lake in a boat and look for where the fish were. You got dressed and we set off on a little trip. We took a bottle of cognac, juice, and sandwiches. The weather wasn't very warm, a light drizzle, but warm clothes and cognac, the good morning and anticipation of the evening warmed us. We moved at low speed and simultaneously trolled (a lure trailing behind the boat on a released line). We found several beautiful spots, took photos, found potentially fishy places, and after a couple of hours, set a course back. While heading back, we caught several appetizing perch, a pike, and as a harbinger of a wonderful fishing trip — two small trout. We docked at the base around four in the afternoon, a bit wet and tired after all. On the pier, a group of three men with a girl approached us, asking what we caught. We got acquainted, chatted, decided to go together in the evening on three boats, and we promised to show them the spot where we caught the trout, and they in turn said that in an hour they had a sauna booked, and that if we wanted — they would be happy to see us, especially if we smoked the perch and trout to go with their beer.

After their offer, you turned, your eyes asking — are we going or not, and when I said out loud that of course we'd join — you smiled at me again with your slutty smile, which made my cock start to get hard again.

We reached the cabin, threw our things inside, my friend and I stayed outside fiddling with the grill and smoker, you cleaned the fish and brought us tea, another bottle of cognac, a light snack. Seeing the cognac, I asked if you weren't afraid I'd get too drunk, to which you answered:

— I want you to get drunk today, because today I will exercise my freedom to the fullest. And tomorrow I'll tell you that you were drunk, and it was all a dream...

We were standing by the grill where the smoker was heating up, our new acquaintances walked past noisily, came over to us, but we said we'd come a little later, with the already smoked fish, it wouldn't be long. A light rain started, but we were standing under the awning, and the three of us felt very good, next to the smoldering coals in the grill. My friend and I hugged you from both sides, and you gratefully pressed against both of us... In half an hour, the fish was ready. We took it and our soap and toiletries and headed to the sauna, which stood on the shore.

We entered the hallway, took off our clothes, remaining in our underwear, and went into the anteroom. A silent scene ensued, as the whole company was naked at that moment. Moreover, the girl was sitting on the lap of one of the guys and giving him a blowjob. She was so engrossed that she didn't even hear us come in, and at the moment when all three guys froze, she diligently, with a slight smacking sound, continued to bob her head on one of their cocks. We also froze in turn. All this lasted just a couple of moments, and then the guy who was getting the blowjob, perhaps from the piquancy of the situation, started to cum, and the girl, with moans and smacking sounds, began sucking the sperm out of him. And only when she released his cock from her mouth — she turned, saw us, gasped, grabbed a sheet, and started wrapping herself in it.

I said:

— Guys, sorry we didn't knock, our hands were full. — I put the smoked fish on the table and, taking off my underwear, sat on the bench. You followed my example, undressed, and sat at the table. However, a slight tension was still felt. Then I passed the bottle of cognac to one of our new friends and asked him to pour us a penalty shot for being late. And when we all drank and reached for the smoked trout, the tension began to disappear. Conversations started about fishing and catches, as if everyone was just sitting dressed by a campfire.

Word by word, and you were asked how often you go on fishing trips. You answered:

— First time.

And I added

— Yes, she hasn't been initiated as a fisherwoman yet...

Everyone at the table immediately started making noise, insisting that the procedure be carried out immediately. But I asked:

— And your girl, is she initiated?

They answered me in unison and with laughter — yes. Then I looked their girl in the eyes and whispered:

— Suck.

The girl got up, dropping the towel, looked at you a little apologetically, came over, sat on my lap, and took my cock in her mouth.

— Hmm, — I said... — A real fisherwoman indeed...

You were surprised and asked:

— What's the deal? — and I explained to you that when coming fishing — there are no wives, there are free women, but in the sauna, a fisherwoman must be a submissive slut to any man who crosses the threshold, and without hesitation carry out absolutely any of his orders.

Since you haven't been initiated yet, you can quite calmly sit with us, wash up, and leave, no one will stop you. Or do you want to undergo the initiation? To your question:

— And what do I have to do, I told you that it's a secret, and only the women who have undergone this ritual know the answer to this question. — Do you want to undergo the initiation as a fisherwoman or just wash up and warm up?

Okay, — you answered, — I want to undergo it.

I asked:

— Guys, have you got the strength to initiate her?

The guys assured they did, poured another one for your bravery and beauty, drank, and started clearing everything from the table. Their girl brought a scarf and carefully tied it over your eyes. I whispered in your ear:

— Until the trial is over, you must not speak, you can only answer questions. I kissed you and continued — lie down on the table.

Helping you not to stumble, we laid you on the table on your back. And you felt your body being stroked. You couldn't even count how many hands were stroking you, it seemed to you that every centimeter of your body was covered with hands. Some hands were smoother, others rougher, third ones gentle, and they all slid over your breasts, neck, legs...

You didn't understand who was standing where, but you felt the slight smell of lube from unfamiliar cocks that were near your face. Someone's hands spread your legs so wide that your legs hung off different sides of the table, and you understood that everyone could now see your pussy and see how it was flowing. And the hands continued to wander over your body, sometimes you felt