I pitched my tent by the trout stream I was going to live next to for the next three weeks. This is my getaway spot that I have been coming to alone for ten years. Deep in the mountains of North Georgia, where there is no cell service. I have to drive ten miles to the convenience and bait shop to find cell service. My wife, Jen, thinks I'm crazy for camping in the wild and sitting in the woods for three weeks all by myself. I eat army rations and the fish I catch while I am out here. I have plenty of cold beer and whiskey.

The only people I run into are the folks at the store when I check in every other day with my wife or an occasional angler walking the stream. I love sleeping in the cold, snuggled up in my sleeping bag. During the day, it can get up into the sixties, and at night as low as in the twenties. (Fahrenheit)

I'm thirty-five years old with ear-length red curly hair. I hike and mountain climb, so my body is fit and strong. My pecs extend about an inch on my chest, and my stomach muscles are well-defined. I am 6'0" tall with broad shoulders. I wear flannel shirts and jeans during the day and put on a pilot jacket at night. I am a jet pilot in the Air Force.

I had been here a week, catching my limit (6 trout) every day. I usually put on my waders at six AM and walk up and down the stream fly-fishing until I catch my limit or until noon. I had just caught my sixth trout right at noon, and I headed back to the campsite.

I noticed a jeep next to my truck, and another tent pitched about twenty yards from my tent. A beautiful young lady was sitting in front of her tent, sunning. She had long straight brown hair, just wearing a grey sports bra and tiny grey drawstring shorts. Her nipples poked boldly through her bra, trying to break out. Her breasts were firm, measuring 36C, and she had a flat stomach ripped like mine. Her arms showed tone, and her thigh and calf muscles were prominent. She has a beautiful smile and big brown eyes.

She stood up when she saw me. "I hope you don't mind that I took this spot over here. My dad used to bring me fishing here every year when I was little until he passed away when I was thirteen. I am going to be married in a few months, and I wanted to relive some memories alone that I had with my dad. I'm Kat, by the way," she explained.

"I'm Captain, er sorry, I'm Mac. It's okay with me, but I have to warn you, I snore loudly." I replied. I checked out her gear, and she looked like she knew what she was doing.

"I stopped at that old farmhouse down the road and picked up a jar of moonshine, if you are interested in sipping some with me later on," Kat invited.

"I just might. I got to run up to the store and get some ice and check in with the wife. Do you need anything or want to come with?" I asked.

She answered, "Yeah, I'll tag along. I like your company."

We chatted up each other on the drive to the store. Kat is twenty-six and is a state patrol officer outside of Atlanta. She is marrying a tech geek. I told her all about me and that my wife, Jen, is also a pilot in the Airforce.

I got a few bags of ice and threw them in the bed of my pickup truck. Kat got a few bags as well. I bought a Snickers and a Mountain Dew. She got a Butterfinger and a Diet Coke.

Kat sat cross-legged on the bench seat of my old 1964 Chevy truck. I glanced down, and I could see her brown bush poking out the sides of her pink panties. I could also see the shape of her labia pushing against the fabric of her panties. It was getting cold out, so her nipples were at full attention and she had goose bumps on her arms and legs.

I felt my cock twitching a few times as I glanced between her muscular thighs. We pulled up to the campsite and emptied our ice bags into the coolers. I sat in my camp chair by the fire, eating my candy bar and drinking my soda, when Kat dragged her chair over with her can of soda and candy bar. She also had her mason jar full of moonshine. Moonshine is so strong and tastes like rubbing alcohol that you can't drink it, you have to sip it.

We had three or four sips, and we both got buzzed. We drank our sodas and ate our candy bars and talked for about an hour. It was supposed to get down to the low twenties tonight, so we both turned in and got into our sleeping gear. I learned as a Boy Scout; you climb into your sleeping bag and wrestle your clothes off. This creates heat and is better for your body not to sleep in your sleeping bag with warm clothes on. You keep your clothes down at your feet so they stay warm as you sleep. So, I was just in my boxers when I looked out the flap of my tent to Kat's tent.

She had a battery-operated lantern on in her tent, and I could see her silhouette. She took off her clothes as she stood until she was totally naked. I could see the shadow of her hairy bush between her legs and her tits standing out like shelves on her chest. It looked like she slipped a pair of long johns on; you know, the onesy underwear with the flap in the back to poop out of. I watched her crawl into her bag and lie down. My cock was semi-hard from watching her, so I gave it a rub or two before I drifted off.

We were both up early before the sun came up. Dressed in our flannels, waders, and fishing vests, we took our rods and waded into the creek. I showed her a few of the honey holes, and I watched her for a while. Her form was perfect, and was a expert fly fisher person. She caught a nice twelve-inch trout and put it in her basket. I left her on her own and went my way.

When I got back to camp, the six trout were already cleaned and in the frying pan. I walked up with only five. They were nice-sized ones, though. We both had hung solar shower bags before we left. I cleaned my fish and put them in the cooler to be cooked later, as I had already had enough meat saved up.

She was eating her fish and eggs when I decided to take a shower. The water was not hot, but it was warm enough. She couldn’t see me because my shower was on the other side of my tent. I walked out of my tent with my towel around my waist and my flip-flops on.

Once the valve on the shower was on, I stepped under the warm spray and soaked my body. I then slathered my hair with shampoo and my body with body soap. I had my eyes closed when I was rinsing my hair and body. I was thinking of Kat and realized I had a semi-hard-on. I reached down and felt it. I opened my eyes, and Kat was twenty feet from me, smiling.

"I'm sorry! I had made too many scrambled eggs, and I wanted to know if you would like them?" She asked. I made a feeble attempt to cover my package.

"Um, sure. Just put them on my table and I'll be finished in a minute," I stammered. Kat gave me a knowing smile as she turned and walked back to her area.

Her eggs were fantastic as I ate them with some trout and OJ. Kat came out of her tent with her towel over one shoulder and nothing else but yellow Crocs. She headed to her shower, which I could plainly see from where I was sitting. The water washed over her perfectly toned body. Her breasts were perfectly round, jutting out from her chest. Her dark areolas were large and bumpy with big, fat, long nipples. Under her ripped belly was a dark forest of pubic hair, wild and long. Her muscular ass cheeks had that slight dip on the sides that showed tone. Her ass poked out as two glorious mountains. Kat lathered up and soaped her tits and pussy. She opened her eyes and stared directly at me as she ran her hands over her soapy breasts. One hand snaked down her belly and rubbed the soap into her bush and labia. Her long, wet hair hung over her breasts as she spread her legs. Her jaw went slack, and I would swear she had buried some fingers deep into her pussy. I couldn't be sure at this distance.

Later that night, the wind was picking up as we sat around my fire. Kat and I were sipping moonshine when a park ranger walked into camp. The park ranger warned us of a huge thunderstorm expected tonight with heavy winds. Kat looked scared and started shaking. After the ranger left, I put a blanket over her shoulders. She confessed that ever since she was a little girl; she had been afraid of thunderstorms.

The rain started falling, and we went into our tents. My tent was a canvas military tent, so it was strong and sturdy. Kat's tent was a thin, store-bought tent made for casual camping. I fell asleep almost immediately as rain relaxes me, and the moonshine helped as well.

I woke up about two hours later to a huge thunder clap and my tent lit up in a flash like it was daylight. The rain was pouring down, and the wind was blowing furiously. I heard a crash, and I looked out to see that Kat's tent had collapsed. I ran out only in my boxers to her tent. I searched, but could not find her. I was soaked, and my boxer shorts clung to me like wet toilet paper.

Kat's jeep flashed its lights, and the horn honked. I ran to her jeep, and she was in the driver's seat. I climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door. "I was frightened and did not want to disturb you. I didn't want you to think of me as a little crybaby, so I hid in my jeep," Kat confessed with her big brown doe eyes tearing up.

"Everyone is afraid of something, Kat. You are a law officer and very brave; I respect that," I replied.

"What are you afraid of?" whispered Kat. I noticed she looked down at my lap, and you could see my fleshy cock through the thin wet fabric of my wet boxers.

I placed my hands in my lap, covering my cock, and replied, "You, Kat. I am scared of you. You see, I love my wife very much, and you are the first woman that I have ever thought of cheating on her with. That is what I am afraid of, and that can't happen."

She looked me in the eye. "You watched me masturbate in front of you. You watched me climax. Yet, you ignored it and walked away as I stood before you naked and exposed. I don't think you have anything to be afraid of."

I cleared my throat. "Right! Now let's get to my tent, where it's warm, so we can get some rest. In my tent, we both dried off.” I slipped into some new dry boxers, and I let her wear a large sweatshirt of mine. It covered her down past mid-thigh. Her panties were still dry, so she kept those on. She hung her soaked bra on my drying rack.

We climbed into my sleeping bag and we spooned with her in front. My arm lay across her to help stop her from shivering. She looked back at me and smiled. "No funny business, mister, I mean, Captain."

Kat fell immediately to sleep. I listened to her slight snore as she breathed. Her hair smelled of the lavender shampoo that she had used earlier. I imagined her bush smelled good as well. It took me a while to fall asleep as I had that lusty pit in my stomach.

There was still a light rain falling when I woke up about six. There was no need to hurry this morning because of the rain. The stream would be too high and rushing too fast. I laid my head back down on the pillow when I realized my cock was hard as a rock and nestled between Kat's ass cheeks.

Kat pushed back and wiggled her ass. "Mmm! Is that just morning wood, or is that because of me?" She reached behind her and gripped my thick cock with her hand. "Gawd, you are big!" She stroked my eight-inch hard cock from base to tip.

Kat turned to face me and kept pumping my cock. "Let me relieve your pressure. Let me do this for you for protecting me last night. Will you allow me to help you?"

I said nothing in return. My inaction was my consent. She pushed me onto my back and kneeled between my legs. She used both hands now, pumping my cock as it poked through the flap of my boxers. The sweatshirt hung off one shoulder, and through the neck hole I could view her glorious tits bouncing as she stroked my cock. Her fingers could not connect around my thick girth. She bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on jacking me off.

She felt me arch up as I was getting close. She removed one hand and replaced it with her mouth. Her eyes just looked into mine as she sucked my cock and pumped it with her hand. I grunted and filled her sexy mouth with my seed. She continued sucking and used her hand to milk my cock until I finished, and she swallowed much of my salty gift.

Kat collapsed with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair. "You didn't have to do that, although it was fantastic."

"What are we going to do today since it is still raining?" Kat asked.

I sat up and looked her in the eye. I pulled the sweatshirt over her head and had my first close-up view of her magnificent tits. Her fat nipples were at attention, begging to be sucked. My face got closer to hers, and we lightly kissed. Then we embraced and passionately kissed, with my hands fondling her firm globes and pinching her nipples. Her soft, warm tongue entered my mouth and tangled with my tongue. Then, I pushed my tongue deep into her soft mouth, and they tangled there.

I placed her on her back and kissed down her neck. I kissed her chest and kissed her mounds and nipples. I squeezed each one and sucked them hard as she moaned. I kissed down her belly and over each ribbed muscle. My fingers combed through her hairy bush. "I was going to shave my pussy for my wedding to surprise my new husband. What do you think?" Kat moaned.

"Mmm! Keep it furry," I replied as my mouth found her tiny love button. I sucked and nibbled on her clit as two of my fingers found her pink entrance through her forest. Kat arched upward as my fingers were deep and pressing on her front walls. By her loud moans and jerking of her hips, I knew I had found her mysterious G-spot. My tongue would occasionally slip down and join my fingers in her juicy cave. Her taste and smell were exotic and fresh.

Kat thrust her hips upward wildly as she screamed out. Her entire body shuddered as she had an intense orgasm. Her milky cream pushed out of her cunt onto my hand. I dipped down and sucked her cream from her pussy as she sucked her cream into her mouth from my fingers. I lay with my head in her bush as we both tried to catch our breath.

We both took cold showers to wash away the sex. The rain had finally stopped, but tonight it was supposed to snow. We gathered all of Kat’s items and moved them into my tent because hers was wrecked. We had a nice dinner of fish, corn, and biscuits. I was putting away the cooking gear when a heavy snow started falling. It only took a few minutes for the campsite to be covered in a blanket of snow.

Kat's yoga pants and leggings were driving me crazy all day. When she reached over the snowy table to grab the lantern, I grabbed her from behind and pushed her chest onto the snowy table top. I yanked her yoga pants down to her knees and tore her panties in two. She looked over her shoulder at me with desperation in her eyes. I'm sure I had the same look. I pushed my pants and boxers down to my knees and rubbed my hard, fat cock up and down her gash.

"Please! Put it inside me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard," Kat pleaded. My purple cockhead sank into her tiny opening from behind. "Oh God! It's big. Oh, God!" Kat wailed. I slowly pushed into her, and she was very tight. I feared she may be too small for my girth. She kept pushing her ass back at me to encourage me to keep going. I had about four inches inside her, and she was panting heavily. The snow kept falling on us as I tried to continue to take her fully. Her walls would not accommodate my girth in this position. "Oh, fuck, stop! Stop! You are tearing me apart. Let's go inside," she grunted.

We both waddled through the snow to my tent with our pants down to our knees. Kat took her boots off and her leggings off. She peeled her yoga pants the rest of the way off, and then her jacket and shirt were flung to the floor. She had no bra, and her torn panties were somewhere out buried in the snow. I was already naked by the time she finished undressing.

Kat went, "Whew!" As she rubbed her red, swollen pussy. "I hope your wife doesn't have this much trouble with that monster of yours."

I laughed, "No. She has a nice, big pussy; it fits just right. Her ass loves to be impaled as well."

"You're not coming anywhere near my asshole. I have a tattoo on my ass that says, Exit only!“ Kat joked.

I sat down cross-legged, and Kat sat in my lap facing me. She took the head of my cock and slipped it into her pink entrance. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Let's do this." She lifted and slowly slid down my body as my cock spread her open. Inch by inch as she slid down, gasps of air released from her mouth. Her forehead pressed against my chest as she reached the four-inch point. The deepest from the first attempt. I could already tell she wasn't as tight in this position. My cock was fat but not abnormally fat. Kat just had a tiny pussy.

The head of my cock was slightly thicker than my shaft, so that was one of the problems. Her cunt felt wonderful sheathing my cock. She slipped down another inch as drool slipped from the corner of her mouth. Six inches. "My fiancé is only six inches. But he knows how to use it, and he can last for an hour," Kat commented.

Suddenly, she slipped all the way down as she sat in my lap, fully impaled. "Oh, baby! You feel so goood. You are pressing against my cervix. I'm so full. Don't move, I’m about to cum. Oh yes! I am baby, God oh God!"

I felt her inner walls spasm around my shaft and, if possible, even squeeze me tighter. She released air and nectar as she came, creating a loud fart-like noise around my shaft. Kat leaned back, holding on to my shoulders. Her eyes were fluttering up into her head as her gaping mouth emitted gurgling gasps of air.

She pulled back into me and rested her head on my shoulder. "That was fucking intense," she panted. She rested a good five minutes before she lifted about halfway up my shaft and then plunged back down. "Oh Jesus! You are going to ruin me for other men," she laughed.

She bounced vigorously on my cock, making noises out of her mouth I couldn't begin to describe. Her face and chest turned red as she continued to fuck me. She started to cum about every thirty seconds. She used her powerful calves and thighs to keep pounding me for over ten minutes, before I felt my balls tighten and I warned her I was about to cum. She didn't let up, and I painted her cervix with my man seed. It was the most intense ejaculation that I have ever experienced.

We fell over on our sides as my cock softened but remained inside her. Our juices leaked out and coated both of our thighs. Kat and I remained embraced as we kissed each other.

There wasn't much fishing happening for the rest of the week. We fucked hard and often. I finally got fully in from behind.

On the last day, as we packed up, she wouldn't let me fuck her as her pussy was too sore, and she knew when she got back to town, her fiancé would want to fuck her. She gave me a fantastic goodbye blowjob.

Jen made me bathe as soon as I got home, as she said I smelled of three weeks of jungle life. After I showered, I buried my cock in my wife for a good two-hour session. I came in all three of her holes and made her cum many times.

A year later, I arrived at the campsite, and a Jeep was already there. Kat jumped out and ran to me and kissed and hugged me tight. "I packed a tent for obvious reasons, for my husband’s sake, but I figured we would just stay in yours for the three weeks."

She showed me her wedding band and told me she had had a nice wedding. She took my hand and held it to her stomach. “We are going to have twin girls, my husband and I.”

We fished every day and had beautiful, loving sex and hard-driving sex. She admitted she let her husband fuck her back door on their wedding night and on special occasions thereafter. She informed me that my cock wasn't touching her asshole, but I could finger and eat her ass. So I did.

We have met like this once a year for ten years now. She divorced her husband, and my Jen passed away from a sudden aneurysm. This is the last time we have to meet up here secretly. We moved in together about two months later. We are bringing her twin daughters camping now. They have become expert fly fishers.

No, she still won't let me in her back door, and actually got a tramp stamp that said "Exit Only"