    Title: RV'ing Fun
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: Olive is a divorced older woman out camping alone. She befreinds three young
    black males, a friendship that turns to hot times in her large camper.
    Keywords: RV'ing Fun - older F/3M, inter, voy FM

I opened up the door of my camper, and looked about. A warm, sunny day, and I was all smiles. I've always enjoyed the great outdoors, and ever since before I married well over thirty years ago, and my husband took me camping for the first time, I fell in love with it. I should say, my ex-husband. He left me three years ago for his secretary. He got the girl, I got the house, truck, camper and boat. My lawyer thought it was a good deal. Of course, being in my mid-fifties, and my three children grown and starting families of their own, I had been a bit lonely from time to time. Which usually meant I would hook the truck up to the fifth-wheel and head out onto the road. I have plenty of free time, what being a retired school teacher and a very good pension.

When we first started camping, it was in a small tent. And I do mean a very small tent. I remembered the first night sleeping in it, David on top of me, thrusting away, his bare ass lifting the top of the tent up, pulling the stakes up along the sides. In our heat of passion, we didn't even notices that the tent poles collapsed, and we were now just in an oversize tarp sleeping bag, eventually struggling around in the dark, trying to find our clothes so we could pull them on and fix the thing. That was also the night our oldest was probably conceived.

A year later, and we had a bigger ten by twelve cabin tent. And a baby. Back then, it seemed we camped every weekend. And I always enjoyed it. A few years went by, and we moved up to a fold-out camper. A few more after that, a pop-up. Then, now with a houseful, I wanted something better, so David bought a small self-contained hard side camper, a Scamper. It was wonderful, now that I had a full kitchen on wheels. We wore that thing out, eventually putting it up at a private campground an hour or so from our home in suburban Columbus, Ohio.

When our last child graduated from high school, we bought a motor home and used it for a few years. Then, five years ago, we bought a fifth wheel. We had a wreck with that one, and a few months before David left me, and just before my retirement, we bought this one. It's thirty-four feet, fully loaded, and three slide outs, one in the upper master bedroom, and the other two in the main living area. And all for my own pleasure. So, with a smile on my face, I was all set to enjoy my fist day here on the shores of Lake Michigan. I picked a campground on the peninsula separating Grand Traverse Bay and Lake Michigan, right at the end. A State Park, it has limited facilities, and limited visitors, which is what I want, and less than sixty camp sites. When I feel lonely, I don't go where there are people, I go where there are none, so I can be with nature.

So here I am, my first morning. It had been a long drive yesterday, taking longer than I would have liked, and I arrived and set up camp sometime about nine in the evening. I ate, then crashed, after taking a nice shower inside my camper. Before I left, I had put plenty of water in my holding tanks, and had checked the battery's, them being fine. I also had my generator, which I would use to re-charge my battery's when needed. Of course, my plan was to camp here for two weeks, so I was well-stocked. And if needed, I can always take the unit off-site, and restock the water supply and drain the sewage tanks.

The first two days were pleasant. The park was half-filled, as it was a weekend. And on Sunday, most of those left. A few people came in on Sunday afternoon, but I checked, and there were less than ten sites being used. I was in the back, away from the lake, all by myself. And quite happy. I had spent the previous two days sitting under my screen room/awning, enjoying reading and the sounds of the woods and lake. After my Sunday evening meal, which I cooked over the campfire, I was settling down once more to read my book. At about eight, I heard a car come by, go about two sites past me, then stoop. I didn't really paid much attention, as they just sat there for a spell. Then, I heard them. Couldn't help not too. I taught school long enough to recognize the voices of young African-American males.

Lifting my head, I saw them, three in all, as they were out of their vehicle, and looking things over. Each were chattering away, and it was rather amusing watching them. It seems to me that they were having issues on deciding how and where to set up their tent. I sat my book down, leaned back in my blue foldable camping lounge chair, and watched with mild amusement as the three young males finally decided this was a good as place as any, and were soon setting up camp. It soon became obvious that none knew how to set up a tent, as they were having major issues. The very nice camp ranger showed up and lent the three of them a hand. Once he had them set up, he left and drove by me, smiling and waving. I grinned back, and waved back at him, as the boys (That's what they were to me, they were so young!) finished setting up camp. Then their attempt at a campfire. After forty minutes, and them muttering in the dark, I finally shook my head in wonderment, and stood and unzipped my screen room, and walked on down to their site. They fell silent as they saw me approach, and I said "You boys okay?"

They had a lantern on, and each looked at the other, not sure what to say. Finally, one of them said "Yeah, we can't get this fire going. And we need to cook something to eat."

I looked at the fire pit. No kindling, no paper, just four big pieces of wood. I frowned, and sighed. Shaking my head, I said "Well, I've a good fire, why don't you kids come on over, bring what you want to cook, and make your dinner." I waved at the fire pit, adding "You all are not going to get anything going at this rate."

One of them quipped "You got that right."

They stood, gathered up whatever they were going to cook, and followed me the short walk to my site. Soon they were cooking their meal, and thanking me profusely. I just chuckled, as I returned to my spot in my screen room, and returned to reading my book. Once they were done cooking, they took their cooked food and stood, and started to return to their site, but not before thanking me once again. They seemed to be such nice young guys. And so out of place. As I watched them enter their site, and sit down to eat, I got up and went inside and got ready for bed.

Next morning, I cooked breakfast, and then sat around the camper, reading and waited for the weather to warm up for I could go out and sit. It was early august, but still it was rather cool in the morning. Finally exiting the camper, I looked about. There were the three boys, sitting on their butts, looking at a fire pit with no fire. I didn't think anything about it, as I went around the camper and did some cleaning. Then, I went for a walk, checking out the lighthouse and just sitting on the shore, watching the waves on the lake roll by.

Coming back, the three of them were still sitting there, long rather bummed out. As I walked by, I said "Morning boys."

They lifted their black faces, and said rather sadly "Morning, ma'am."

I stopped, and asked "Why you guys so sad?"

Frowns, and one said "Well, we can't get a fire going."

"You boys are new to this, aren’t ya?" All three smirked, signaling what I had already knew. I smiled, and said "Well, hold on, I'll be right back." Getting to my site, I opened up a side compartment, grabbed a bunch of small twigs, and some kindling, and, of course, my small hatchet. I walked back to their site, and they stood as I approached, as I said "You boys need to learn the basics here." I tossed the twigs and the kindling down, and I went on, saying "First, you need kindling." I sat down next to one of them, and grabbed a large piece of wood, and standing it on end, starting chipping off pieces with the hatchet. Thirty chops and thirty pieces, and once done, I picked them all up. I moved to their fir pit, removed the singed logs they were trying to get started, and placed the chips in, along with the twigs I had brought over, then the rest of the kindling.

Grabbing the piece I was shipping off, I stood it up, let it go and brought the hatchet down, easily splitting it into two pieces. One of them muttered out "Shit." in amazement. Then four more chops, and it was split enough to do some good.

I asked "Matches." as I stuck out my hand, and one of them leaned over, handing a pack of matches to me. I leaned down, struck the match, and eased it into the kindling. It started to catch, and I leaned forward even lower, and started blowing on it gently. It was starting, but rather slowly. I glanced up, all three boys with looks of wonderment on their faces, and I spied something the table. I pointed to it, saying "Give me that piece of cardboard." before I blew once again. One of the boys handed it to me, and I leaned up onto my knees, and started fanning the small flame. In seconds, we had a good, and very healthy fire.

I stopped fanning, a smile on my face, and I looked at the boys, asking "Well, did you boys take notes?"

They smiled, and as I giggled, the three of them chuckled, as one jumped up and went to a cooler. The one on my left said "Thanks again, ma'am."

The one on the other side of the fire pit said "Yeah, ma'am. We're not really use to this."

With mock sarcasm, I stated "Really? It doesn't show. Much." They laughed, as they edged closer to the fire. "So, why you guys here anyway?" I asked.

They smirked, and one of them said "We met some girls a few weeks back, from Central Michigan University. They said they would meet us here this week."

I smiled, knowing what was in store now for the week, wondering if I should hook up my camper and find a more private place. "Well, you three better learn a bit more before they get here." Then I asked "So what school you guys go to?"

"Bowling Green." the one to my right said, and I started laughing. He looked at me a bit funny, asking "What's so funny?"

"I graduated from there, oh, thirty-some years ago." I responded.

The one that was at the cooler, now holding a packet of sausage, asked "Really? Wow."

I looked at the sausage, and asked "Is that all you're having?"

Oh, that sad look once more, and one of them said "We forgot to pack a skillet for the eggs."

I smiled, and started to get to my feet, "Well, guess I can get one for you. But you'll have to clean it up after wards, okay?"

They were all smiles, as they said "Thank you."

One of them walked back to my camper with me, and I was happy to see him stay outside the screen without being told. It's nice to see they have some manners. I returned with the skillet, and some vegetable oil, as I was sure they didn't have any (and I was right) and handed it to the boy, and watched as he smiled, thanked me again, and went back to his site. I took a seat in my chair and picked up my book, listening them as they made their meal, and chattering away. One thing about young males, they seem their happiest when they’re being fed. I do think even more so than chasing the opposite sex.

I was very surprised when the three of them all came together, returning my skillet, all cleaned up, and my bottle of vegetable oil. I stood and greeted them, saying "Thank you, guys." They smiled, and I then asked "So, what are your names, anyway?"

The one that seemed to be in charge, he piped in, "I'm Michael Young. This here is Randy Jenkins, and this is Tommy Jones."

I smiled, "Well, I'm Mrs. Stewart. But you boys can call me Olive, okay?"

In unison, they responded with "Yes, Olive."

I don't know why, but I asked "You boys want a cola?"

They looked at each other, and Michael said "Well, yeah, sure."

I smiled, pointing towards a compartment along the side of the camper, and said "Inside there are some folding camper chairs, why don't you all pull some out and have a seat. I wouldn’t mind talking about my Alma Mater with the three of you."

They laughed as I went inside to grab some pop. I heard the compartment open up, and them talking away, as I opened the fridge and pulled out four Pepsi’s. I came outside just as they were sitting down, and I was amazed that they all three stood up as I stepped out. Well, they were most definitely gentlemen. We talked for about three hours, with me telling them about my memory’s about Bowling Green, and them telling me what it's like today. I found more about the three of them personally as well. All grew up in Dayton, although they attended different schools there. They somehow managed to end up in the same dorm, and now were living off campus, in-between their sophomore and Junior year. All three were big, with Michael being the smallest, and all three seemed to be rather smart. None were jocks now, but as it turns out, all played sports in high school.

I told them about my teaching career, and my now being single, as well as my three children. The youngest being just a few years older than them. They were impressed when I told them that I was well over fifty. They were also impressed with the fact that I drove up all the way from Columbus up to here by myself. Yes, they seemed to be three very fine young men. As for the color of their skin, I had plenty of minority students, and when it came down to it, teens are teens. You learn to tell a lot from kids as you talk to them. And I was very happy to see how polite the three of them were that day. I was thinking that they really are three very nice boys.

They left for lunch, saying that they were going to Traverse City for that, and to buy things for when the girls get here. And so I spent the time after my own lunch heading down to the beach, laying in the shade and relaxing. Two hours later, as I laid there, the boys showed up at the beach, and I was pleasantly surprised that they came my way and sat next to me. Well, I was in my one-piece swimsuit, and the three of them were wearing denim shorts and no tops. Yes, it was a sight. Each boy seemed to be more built than I thought. I had to keep telling myself that they were just that as far as I was concerned. That being BOYS!

Well, they must have been bored with each other, as we chatted away for the remainder of the afternoon. I eventually said I needed to fix myself something to eat, and I rose to head back to the camper, and they walked back with me, saying they would build themselves a campfire and make their own dinner. As we left the beach, I looked around. Maybe ten other people laying about, and when I looked their way, they all jerked their heads around away from me. And the boys. I smiled. Interesting. Of course, I found it amusing, wondering what they thought of three young black males hanging around a middle-aged white-woman. As I walked back to my trailer, I thought more about it. Yes, I guess it might look scandalous to some. Okay, to most. At least, to those with rather ignorant ideas in their little minds. But, I'm just being friendly, trying to make sure these boys survive their time in the great outdoors. Maybe it's my background, from seeing thousands of school children over the years never coming face to face with nature.

Anyhow, I got a good chuckle over it, as I went on inside my camper to make myself some supper. And once I was done, I went outside and looked at the boys to see how they were progressing. I saw smoke, and they lifted their heads and looked my way. They were all smiles, as I walked on over, and saw they had burgers on the grill. I smiled, "Nice job, boys."

They were grinning from ear to ear, as Michael said "Thanks Olive."

I talked briefly with them, and then made my way back to my own campsite. They stayed at their own place, shooting the breeze, and talking about the girls that were due to arrive tomorrow. And they weren't too careful as they described the girls and what they had planned. I just kept a straight face, before eventually went on inside my camper, out of earshot of the boys. I showered and went to bed, easily drifting off to sleep. I woke at six, and started about making myself breakfast. I wasn't too far along into it, when there was a knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Michael, and he looked upset, I asked "What's wrong?"

He pointed over his shoulder, saying "Someone tore apart our cooler, and took off with our food."

Now this seemed funny to me, as I looked over to his site, and saw the other two, looking around rather meekly. Then, I saw the cooler, and things were strewn about. And a trail of their supplies, leading off into the woods. I snorted, and then laughed, and said "Not someone, Michael. Something." He looked at me funny, as if I was nuts, as I asked "You boys left your cooler outside overnight, right?"

He nodded his head, saying "Uh huh. Why."

I stepped out, and started walking with him, as I said "Raccoons, son. You've been robbed by furry little animals."

I was having a very hard time from keeping from laughing, as I got to their site. Food was thrown everywhere, everything had been torn open, including the bread. I picked up an empty bead wrapper, and said "Well, the local wildlife thanks you for feeding them."

Randy hissed out "Shit." And Tommy was grumbling.

Okay, no use making them feel any worse. "Tell you what, I'll fix you three breakfast, and then you can go into town and re-supply yourselves, okay?" They smiled, and I added, "And one of you come on down and get some trash bags, you'll all need to clean this up while I fix breakfast."

Randy followed me to the camper, and soon he was heading back to his tent, three empty garbage bags in hand. I set to work, cooking a pound package of bacon, and mixing up pancake batter. After ten minutes, I glanced out and saw that they were about through, as I started cooking pancakes. They were at the screen door, and I said "Come on in guys."

They did, all with sort of half-smiles on their faces. I gestured towards the table, saying "Go ahead and take a seat at the table." I had already set it, plates and glasses, and a jug of milk. I added "Help yourself to the milk."

I heard it being poured, as I scooped up the first set of pancakes, and placed the on the table, seeing that about half the bacon had already been scarfed down. I smiled, as I went back to the stove. They pretty much ate in silence, as I finished up another round of pancakes. Twenty minutes, and they were still chowing down. And I had to open up another packet of bacon and cook it as well. Damn, these boys will eat me out of house and home, if I'm not careful. Well, eventually they finished eating, thanking me to no end, and even helped clean up my kitchen. It was nice to sit and watch the three boys wash, dry and put away the dishes. After they left, with talk of the impending arrival of the girls, I got ready to go. There's a nature preserve area of the park nearby, and I wanted to visit it. Seeing that it was a bit dreary out, cloudy sky's and looking like it might rain, I thought that this would be a good time to go.

I decided that I would go all day, as I packed myself a lunch, a few bottles of water, some rain gear (Just in case!), my binoculars, and a guidebook of birds of North America. No, I'm far from being an avid birder, but I do enjoy looking at something and then find out what exactly it is. By nine, I was in the parking lot down the road, and hiking down a trail that was marked 'Overlook'. An hour later, and I'm there. There was some breaks in the clouds, as I sat on a bench, and started looking over the sand dunes and scrub with my binoculars. In the first hour, I saw some of the Plovers and countless other birds. I also saw a fox and some deer as well. As for people, as I sat there, I could see the trail that served as the access to the lake. This part of the lake shore, about three miles in length, was secluded, a nice wide sandy beach, and very little use. And, I noticed maybe four couples walk by, at different times.

I ate my lunch, and then resumed looking over the dunes, back towards the parking lot. Then, as anyone else would, I decided to scan the lake, and then the beach. That’s when I saw them. All four couples, spread out by about a few hundred yards each. And, as I looked with my binoculars, not a one were wearing clothes. At first, the one lady, I thought it was a white bikini she was wearing. Until she turned around. I gasped, then smiled. And reminisced. My ex, years ago, we did the same thing from time to time. We would walk up a secluded beach, strip down, and enjoy the sun, sand and surf, with nothing between us and the sky but a gentle warm breeze.

I was watching intently, not paying any attention to my surroundings, when a voice behind me asked "Enjoying the view?"

I was startled, as I jerked around, and came face to face with one of the park rangers. I was rather embarrassed, getting caught spying on the people on the beach, as I stuttered "Well, yes, some interesting bird sightings today."

He smirked, and he raise his field glasses, and peered down the beach, and soon he snickered, saying "Yep, sure is."

I lifted my binoculars back to my face, and asked "You going to bother them?"

He replied, "You going to file a complaint?"

I laughed, "For pete's sake no."

He laughed, and stopped checking out the scenery, as he took a seat. "No, I only go down if someone complains. And then it's usually someone from one of the cottages down the shore." He laughed, "They get upset if they see someone down there with no clothes on."

I blurted out "But they have to use binoculars to see anyone."

He shook his head, laughing "Yeah, I know." He turned, and pointed towards an area towards the north end of the shore, "You see that taller dune?" I nodded my head yes. "There's the best place to go, for privacy."

I wasn't about to walk that far, as I said "Too far. Besides, I'm not going by myself."

"Take those boys with you." he responded. Well, he obviously knew where I was staying. The guy knows his job.

I laughed, "Hah! Those three couldn't find their own way out of the campground." Then with a giggle, I said "You hear about their cooler?"

He rolled his eyes skyward, "Yes, it was the talk of the campground this morning. I'm just glad they picked up after themselves."

I defended them, "They're good boys. Just that they're not in their own environment right now. When those girls show up, then it should be interesting."

"Girls are coming?" he asked.

"Yes, today supposedly. Hopefully the boys went and restocked their food supply." Smiling, I added, "You should have seen them eat this morning."

He sighed, saying "I sure hope they keep quiet. Some of the others have already complained about them." I looked at him, in total disbelief, and he said "Relax, it's just bigotry on their part. Besides, after today, you, the boys and only one other site will be occupied until Sunday."

"Well, that's good." I then asked "Tell me, what about shorter secluded walks from the campground?"

He smiled, "Go east from the camp along the beach. Maybe about six hundred yards the shore turns slightly south? There you will find a real secluded spot, and a small pond to boot." He rose to his feet, adding "But inform the ranger on duty that you're going by yourself, so we can make sure you come back." He took one more scan back along the beach, and said "Well, best if I head on back." and with a smile, he said "Enjoy the view."

I laughed, and said "Thank you", before returning to watching those on shore. I got bored after a while, then I saw some sailboats, and I watched them. Then, back to checking on the people on the beach. I saw three of the four couples, and the blankets of the fourth. But the fourth couple were not to be seen. I checked the water, they weren't there. Then, as lowered my binoculars, and something caught my eye. I looked at that area, and there they were. They were on this side of a dune, and they were getting romantically inclined. Well, understatement there. She was laying on her back, her legs around his waist, he on his knees, bent over, his white ass rising and falling quickly. I smiled, and felt the yearning in my crotch. It's been over three years since I felt a man down there. And times like this, I miss it. I sighed, thinking about those boys, and the girls showing up today. All that will just make the feeling down there worse.

I watched them, until he stopped moving, then they rested, with him on top of her. A few minutes went by, before he rolled off, and she sat up and wiped herself with a towel, then she leaned over, kissed him first, before licking his cock clean. Damn, I do miss it. I continued watching, as they eventually got up and went back to the beach, and then into the cold waters of the lake where they splashed and played. I just watched, wishing that I was her. Wanting to feel a man again.

Time fly's when you're having fun. I was sort of disappointed that the other couples didn’t make a visit together into the dunes as well. I did watch a few go and relieve themselves, but that was about it. Then, I looked at my watch, and saw it was pushing four. Where does the time go? I stood, shouldered my pack after putting things into it, and headed back to the parking lot. Once there, I drove the big crewcab truck back to the campground, and pulled into my site. The boys car was there, and so were the boys. I got out, and looked over, and waved cheerfully. The response wasn’t so cheerful. It was a half-hearted attempt at a wave from each, as they had long sad faces. I sighed, thinking that I knew what had happened. I walked over, and said "Hi boys, how's it going?"

Michael frowned, and said "Well, not too well."

I made a face, and said "You boys got stiffed, didn't you."

They looked at each other, and Randy replied "Afraid so, Olive."

I said "Well, these things happen. Did you guys get into town to get more food?"

Michel replied "Yeah, what good that does us."

I snorted, "At least you can eat well." They weren't very impressed. I sighed, "Tell you boys what, how about I cook you all dinner?" They sort of smiled, and Tommy replied "Yeah, sure Olive."

I then said "I've a DVD player, and some movies, you guys can sit around and watch TV and keep an old lady company, all right?"

They chuckled, and the approval was unanimous. So, they brought the meat they had bought over, and I had them grill it, as I cooked up some potato's and some other veggies inside the camper. As I cooked, they filled me in on the details At about noon, and still no girls, Michael called one of the numbers that the girls had given them, and was told by who ever answered that the girls went to Chicago to go shopping instead. He called the other number, a cell phone, and the girls laughed at him over the phone, saying that they had no intention of partying with them, considering what they did to the boys as just a joke.

Naturally, I felt bad for the boys. And more than just pissed at the girls, even thought I had no idea who they were. After all, these are three very nice boys. They seem they can treat a woman like a lady, and I bet they could treat them well in bed as well. When they came inside to eat, though, I made a face. I didn't say anything, as they sat down around the table. But, three young men, and no showers in three days, some thing’s were smelling a bit ripe. After dinner, as they did the dishes, I said "Hey guys, I really don't know how to ask this, but when was the last time you three had a bath?"

They looked at each other, a bit sheepishly, and Michael said "Not since we left Dayton."

I smirked, "Okay, I've a limited water supply, so here is what I'll do." I went to my bathroom, and opened the door, "Go get a clean change of clothes, and take turns taking showers. Make it quick, as I don’t want to go refill my holding tanks before the weekend. And I'll go and start up the generator, so we have plenty of power for the pump and television and to recharge the batteries, okay?"

They smiled, somewhat relieved. I was thinking that they were even having a hard time standing themselves. They went to their campsite, and soon they were back. I went outside, got things going, and stayed out there until they were done. Entering after wards, I took a deep breath, and smiled, saying "Now, isn't that better?"

They laughed, and Randy said "Gee Olive, we don't know how we can repay you."

"Yeah, you've been wonderful to us." added Michael."

I laughed "Don't you guys fret about it." as I went to the television and turned it on, and grabbed a DVD case, and handed it to them, saying "You boys surely know how to work a DVD player. Go ahead and pick a movie, and start watching it. I'll throw some popcorn in the microwave, and there's Pepsi in the fridge, help yourself."

"Aren’t you going to watch, Olive?" asked Tommy.

I shook my head no, replying "No, I've a few books to finish. I'll be up in my room reading." I popped open the microwave and put a packet of popcorn inside, leaving a few more for them to use on the counter. Then after grabbing me a drink from the fridge, I went on up the steps to my bedroom, laid down and stared to read. I heard the movie come on, and I smiled. They picked out a comedy, Chevy Chase's 'Family Vacation'. I would hear them laughing for two hours, as they watched the movie. Then, they watched another one, I can’t remember that title, but it was an older Clint Eastwood flick. Lots of shooting, I do know that. About midnight, I heard the television get turned off, and Michael at the bottom of the stairs saying "We're done, Olive."

I rose, and came over and walked down, asking "You boys enjoy the movies?"

They grinned, happy as can be. "Thanks a lot Olive."

I smiled, and patted Michael’s arm, "No problem, guys." Then, for some reason, I asked "So what you boys going to do tomorrow?" They sort of looked at each other, a bit unsure of themselves. "Well, we thought of just heading on home." Stated Randy.

"Not much for us to do around here." added Tommy.

I blurted out "Not much to do? All you guys have done so far has been sitting around." I smiled, "Tell you guys what, how would you like to go on a float trip?"

They looked at me funny, and one asked "A what?"

I smiled, "South of here, we can rent tubes and float down a river. It’s not a long trip, and it will be hot tomorrow, and lots of girls in bikini's." They all smiled at the last part. "I'll take those smiles as the answer being yes." I opened the door, patting each on the shoulder as they left, saying "Go on, and sleep on it, we can leave after breakfast."

After they left, I wondered to myself, 'what the heck have you done?' Well, no use turning back now, besides, maybe these boys will find how great it is to be in the wonderful outdoors. I went on to bed, thinking that tomorrow would be a great time. And I was right. It was a very quiet trip down to Platte River. But twenty minutes into our short float, they were as happy as can be. I was right, it was a hot day, and the three of them were flirting with everything that had breasts. And the looks they got were rather amusing. Needles to say, it was a rousing success.

On the way back, they were chattering away. No, they didn't get any dates, but they had plenty of fun with the eye candy. We were almost back, when we passed the entrance to the parking lot where I was the day before, and Michael asked "What's in there?"

I snorted out "One of the nude beaches."

Tommy exclaims from the backseat, "What? Let's go."

I laughed "A little late now, as it's a long walk to the beach." I quickly added, "Besides, it's usually just couples. And probably all as old as me. Probably not good enough looking for you boys taste."

Randy shot back "But you're good looking, Olive. For how old you are."

I smiled, Thanks Randy, that's nice." And I still wasn’t sure why I said it, but I added "There's another nude beach within walking distance from the campground."

"Really? Where at? asked Michael.

I said "To the east of the campground. But it's seldom used." They were looking at me funny, as I went and explained about what happened yesterday, and my talk with the park ranger. I didn't mention the part about the couple having sex. No use getting my fire burning. Or there’s. At least, anymore than it is already. Once we were back at the campsite, they surprised me by staying with me, talking and such. It was a rather pleasant time, and I learned more about them, including their college majors, and what they were hoping to do with their lives. I found it interesting to hear about their home life, as Michael and Randy were both raised in households with both biological parents. While Tommy was raised by his father.

Well, the guys offered to cook dinner, and I sat back and watched as they did. Grilled chicken, and they made salad to go with it, as I watched from my chair under the awning. Dinner was great, as they continued thanking me for taking them floating. I just giggled and smiled, eating up the praise these boys were giving. After dinner, I asked "You boys going to watch some more movies tonight?"

They smiled, and Randy said "Sure. Beats sitting in our tent with each other."

I smirked, and went to the fridge, and pulled out some more Pepsi’s. I started to go into the living area with them, but I stopped, and asked "You boys want anything stronger to drink? They looked at me a bit funny, as I smiled, "I've some rum in the cabinet."

They looked at each other, shrugging, and Michael said "Well, yeah. I mean, we normally don't have a chance to drink alcohol much."

I smiled, turned back towards the fridge, saying "Well then, why don't one of you get some glasses out, and I'll get the ice."

Michael was up and at the cabinet in a flash, as I pulled an ice tray out from the freezer. He helped me put ice in glasses, as I then measured and poured a couple of shots per glass, and he poured the Pepsi into them. I took two, and went into the living area, handing one of the glasses to Randy. Michael came in with the other two, and handed one to Tommy. I was still standing, as I took a sip, and said "Well, you boys know where the movies are, and the popcorn. I'm going to take a shower, okay?" They all smiled, and in unison they acknowledged what I had said. Smiling, I headed for the stairs up to the bedroom, and added "And help yourself to the rum, just don't go overboard." I was chuckling, I really didn't need three passed out drunk males to take care of. Not to mention what if they got sick. I just hoped for the best, as I got out of my clothes, and pulled on my robe. The bathroom was at the bottom of the stairs, and I came on down, seeing them look at me, and I smiled, as I slipped on inside. It was a very relaxing hot shower, although quite short. I did have to conserve water, as I didn't want to run out by weeks end. After all, this was only Wednesday.

Once cleaned up, I went on back to the bedroom, kept my robe on, grabbed my book, and the drink, and started to read. I came down twice in the next ninety minutes, mainly to replenish my drink, but also to check on the guys. They were watching another western, as they smiled at me as I walked back and forth. I had noticed that they had been drinking about the same amount as I, as two more rounds of empty pop cans were sitting on the counter. Forty minutes after the second trip down, I was wanting another drink. I stood, feeling my legs a bit wobbly. And I was thinking to myself, that damn, three drinks, and I can't walk straight. I made my way down, went potty first, and then went to make myself another drink. Randy and Tommy were on the couch, and Michael was in the recliner, as I passed through. The movie playing was an early James Bond film, which I had no idea which one it was.

I came back, looked at the film, and said "Just starting?"

Michael said "No, about half-way."

I went to the couch, for some reason deciding to join in. Actually, I must have been thinking that this was going to be the last movie, and I had might as well sit down and wait for the end, then after they leave, I can lock the place up and put tings away. I moved to the couch, and Randy and Tommy moved to each end, allowing me to sit between them. Yes, I have had three drinks, on my fourth, and here I was, sitting down between two young African-American males, wearing just a bathrobe, and not a damn thing on underneath. When I finished my shower, I just figured I wouldn't bother getting into my bedclothes until after the boys leave. And with the alcohol, I guess I wasn't as modest as I normally would have been.

The movie ended, with James Bond in the arms of a woman, and Michael went towards the DVD player, as Randy quipped "Man, he always gets the good looking women."

I giggled, patting his thigh, and turned to him, asking "Come on, you guys have luck from time to time, don't you?"

Tommy roared with laughter, exclaiming "A long time from time!" The other two started to laugh, as Michael took a seat on the floor, in front of me. He was smiling, looking up at me But his eyes kept darting down. It registered in my mind. My bathrobe only came down to my knees, and I wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath. The little shit was looking up at what laid between my thighs. And, I was excited to see that he was trying to look.

I crossed my legs, and he looked up. I grinned back at him, as I asked "Don’t you boys get plenty of dates?"

Michael, he shrugged nervously, and said "Well, yeah, we do. But, well, we just don't seem to score much."

I giggled, "Ah, yes. The ultimate goal." I could tell he was blushing, as I turned to Tommy, and said "Well, what do you boys do on these dates? Do you take care of the girls needs? Or do you just hurry up and fuck and leave?" God, did I just say the 'F' word? "And don't tell me you just try chasing after the cute girls." I sighed, and said "You boys probably wouldn't give a girl as big as me or bigger the time of day."

"But you're pretty." Stated Randy.

And Michael added "Yeah, you looked great in that swimsuit yesterday, considering your age and all."

My legs had parted. He was looking again. Damn him, his peeking is getting me hot! Why?! I repeated his words, only with sarcasm in my voice "For my age and all? And what the hell is that suppose to mean?" He had a hurt look on his face, and I raised my hand, saying "Okay, never mind." I lowered my hand to my lap, and said "You know, each one of you is a very nice young man. I've been calling you boys the last few days, and I shouldn't. All three of you are polite gentlemen." I then looked Michael in the eye, and added "Even if you are trying to look up my bathrobe, Michael."

Tommy, to my right, muttered out "Oh shit." As I heard Randy choke, trying not to bust out laughing. And Michael, he had that shocked look on his face, wondering what to do. I stood up, as he sat there at my feet. I could have stormed out of the room, insulted at his actions. No, I wasn't about to do that. I untied my robe, and let it slide off my shoulders, a gasp coming from all three by the time it hit the floor. I sat back down between Tommy and Randy, and still with my eyes locked on Michael, with a commanding voice, I said "Come stand in front of me." He rose to his feet, a bit unsure of himself, and came up between my now outspread legs.

He was standing there, and I reached out with both hands, grabbing his shorts, and deftly undid the snap and fly. I pulled them and his boxers down to his knees, and his cock flopped into view. My turn to gasp. It was enormous. My ex had a healthy seven inch tool, and this one wasn't even hard and was that long already. I cupped his cock in my hands, and leaned forward. I felt hands on my body, from both sides. Hands grabbing my flesh, squeezing my breasts. A bit too hard for my taste, as I looked at the guilty party, that being Randy, as I grabbed his hand in mine, saying "Easy boy. Go gently. A woman wants to be touched, it should be done gently at first, understand?" With his hand in mine, I brought it back to my breast, and gently kneaded it. He smiled, as I returned my attention to Michael's big cock. I stuck my tongue out, tasting a bit of pre-cum drool. Oh god, that's all I need. Something to make feel even warmer inside.

Then, it was between my lips, my tongue feeling the vein on the underneath side throb. I knew he wouldn’t last long. But I had two more cocks to sample as well. And that was racing through my mind, as I felt Tommy's fingers in my bush, feeling how wet I was. Hell, I was so damn wet that I could smell it myself! And so could the boys. I'm sure my scent was helping this progress at a fast clip, as Michael groaned, his body stiffened, and my mouth getting filled with a healthy load.

Some dripped out from the corner of my mouth, landing on the floor between us. I leaned back, and asked "You boys going to get out of those shorts?"

I was helping Randy get out of his, as the other two finished doing the same. Then, my face was buried into Randy's crotch, his cock jammed into my mouth and down my throat. Yes, I was deep throating the kid. And loving it, as Michael was back down on the floor, a pair of fingers inside my fuck hole, as he licked me. Oh god, it didn't take long for me, as I kept sucking Randy, and an orgasm ripped through my body. As my hot body calmed down, I felt Tommy grab my right hand, and pull it to his cock. My eyes bugged out when I felt it. While Randy was about the same size as Michael, probably just under ten inches. Randy had a cock that was a good two times as thick! I turned my head, as I bobbed up and down on Randy's meat, and I was shocked. Damn his cock was huge. Probably fourteen inches if it wasn't fifteen!

Just then, Randy's pecker exploded, blasting his hot cream down my throat. I sucked up the remnants, and lifted my head up, and caught my breath, asking "You guys got condoms?" Michael pulled his glazed face from my burning bush, and nodded his head yes. I smiled, "Good, go get them. No use you boys eating each others cum while going down on me."

He quickly pulled on his shorts, and was out the door, as I turned my attention to Tommy's cunt buster. Damn the thing was huge, as I tried taking the head into my mouth. Randy moved down onto the floor, and was now licking my sex. He was okay, but not great. I reached down with my left hand, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face, and tongue, upwards, and then into my wet beaver. Yeah, right there, Randy. That's where to go! I didn't have to say it, my actions spoke it. I had maybe three inches of Tommy's cock in my mouth, as I jerked on the shaft and ran my tongue around the end. My mouth was stretched as wide as it could go, and did I have a mouthful. There was no way I was going to deep throat this one. Hell, I was wondering how the hell I was going to get it inside of me! I was going to die trying, that's how!

Tommy’s cock spewed it's tasty contents into my mouth just as Michael opened the door and came inside with a box of condoms. I stood, and said "Come on, up to my bedroom where it would be more comfortable." I felt lightness in my steps as we headed for my bedroom. I went backwards onto my bed, saying "Michael, you got the condoms, you go first." I patted the bed with my hands, on both sides of me, saying "And I want to suck you other two while he fucks me."

I was laying flat on my back, my legs in the air, knees drawn back, my sex open and available. I had my head turned to the left, a hard cock in each hand, as I was sucking Tommy's meat, as I felt Michael take positing between my thighs. I grunted as he slid his long cock into me, his hands falling onto the back of my thighs, as he started fucking me away. I stopped sucking, and turned my head, in-between gasps, I said "Slower Michael. I want it long, and easy. All three of you will have plenty of turns. And we have all damn night."

Yeah, he lasted long all right. And as I suckled on the cocks of my other two young studs, I was having orgasm after orgasm. When his prick erupted inside of me, I had an even bigger one. As he pulled out, Randy moved around, grabbing a condom and pulling it on, and rolling me onto my side. He lifted my right leg up, and eased into me. Oh god, did it feel great, as he put his palm at the bottom of my belly, his thumb on my clit, and I was cumming hard. He lasted a long time, but not nearly as long as Michael. And when he was through, I was looking at Tommy's big fat cock. I rolled onto my belly, and pulled a pillow under my breasts. Michael sat in front of me, scooting down so his crotch was underneath my face. I started licking his shaft, as I felt Tommy behind me. Oh that cock, as he eased the head in. My cunt burned at first, trying to accommodate his wide shaft. It took a long time for him to work that thing all the way inside of me. And I came a few times even before he managed to accomplish that!

With his hands on my hips, he fucked me as gently as he could. Kind of hard to do with a cock that big. My body was squirming underneath him, Michael's cock down my throat, pulsing hard, and the feeling of my body being split in two. And when his cock finally blew it's load into the condom, it felt like it grew another three inches in diameter inside of me. Oh god did that push me over the edge, as I felt the world explode in my head.

I woke on my back, all three guys on the bed, with major looks of concern on their faces. I giggled, asking "What happened?"

Michael said "You passed out."

I sighed, a smile on my face. Yes, that last cum was that good! Randy asked "You want us to leave?"

I snorted, "Good god no." I raised myself up onto my elbows, "I said all night, and I want you guys to continue."

With smiles on their faces, they did just that. For the next hour, each took a turn eating my cunt with tongue and fingers. As the other two pleasured my upper body with kisses and hands. I loved the feel and the sight of their large black hands as they touched my heavy breasts. And their thick black lips as they sucked on my hard nipples. Yes, I was in heaven. And when they started entering my body once more with their hard cocks, I just smiled, enjoying it as each took their turns. Yes, I said turns. Each were in me twice more during the night, filling their condoms, happy smiles on their faces, and mine as well.

I have no idea what time it was when we ended it all. I woke to see my clock by the bed read ten-forty. Seeing daylight, I knew it was morning. My head pounded, and so did my pussy. I rose up, none of the boys were with me in the bed. I frowned, wondering where they went. No, I had no guilt. I knew my body wanted it, I just needed the alcohol to ease me into it. I walked down into the main part of the camper, and looked about. The place was cleaned up. Spotless. I smiled. The boys did that for me, what wonderful young men. And then, the memory of how it ended. They carried me into the bathroom, where they sat me down, one holding onto me, as I had trouble moving, and the other two gently cleaning my body. I remembered laughing, as water was going everywhere. That got me concerned, as I opened the bathroom door and looked inside. I smiled, they even cleaned it up. I checked out the rest of the camper, and I was a bit saddened by finding no guys. With a deep, sad sigh, I started a pot of coffee. Then the sausage. Then, I got to thinking. I wonder if they felt guilty? Ashamed at thinking that they took advantage of me after we had been drinking. Oh, they're such sweet young men. I made some eggs, then ate breakfast, filling my stomach up with some proper food.

I then went potty, and then dressing into jeans and a shirt, I left the camper. Their car was there, but no sign of the boys. A light rain was falling, as I went over to their site. I heard some soft talking inside the tent, as I went to it. They must have heard my footsteps, as the talking ceased. Their tent is a large cabin tent, as I stepped outside the closed opening, and asked "Hello, you guys awake?"

I heard mumbling, then some movement. The opening was unzipped, and there stood Michael. I smiled, as he was frowning. I asked "Okay if I come on in?" He stepped back, and I walked inside. I looked at the other two, laying on the ground inside sleeping bags. I cleared my throat, and asked "You three okay?"

Randy, he looked at Tommy, then at me, and he said "Well, we are. But are you?"

I smiled, "Why shouldn’t I be?"

He smiled, and Michael said "Well, we thought that maybe after you sobered up, that well,"

He didn't finish it, but I did, "That I would be furious?" I laughed, and shook my head no, and went on to say "No, not hardly." I smiled, seeing they were now smiling, "I enjoyed last night. And, since it's going to rain today, maybe you three would like to spend the rest of the day with me."

Tommy asked "For sex?"

I laughed, "That too." I then said "How about you boys get this tent down, and move your things into my camper for the rest of your stay. Then, we'll heard down to Traverse City. I got an idea for what to do, besides sex. Okay?"

They were very eager, as they started to gather their things, with me telling them to meet me at my camper when they're done. Soon they were at my door. I opened it and looked out. Their tent was packed up, and their car now in my site next to my truck, and three happy smiling black faces were looking at me. I stepped back, saying "Go ahead and put your clothes in the back room. Then we'll head on out." They walked on past me, each stopping to give me a kiss, and to squeeze my melons playfully. Yes, I do enjoy being touched. I asked "If you boys are hungry, grab some lunch meat out of the fridge on your way by, and the chips as well. You can eat on way down."

As they did, they exited the camper in front of me, with Randy asking, "What we doing?"

I replied "Sailing. Even though it's raining, it should be a pleasant adventure."

I was right, it was. The rain let up just long enough, though, making it a very memorable event. It was a short cruise, less than three hours in all, on a three-masted schooner. The guys loved it! They even helped with the deck hands. Or at least tried too. I got to give them credit, they were actually trying to learn something new. I was all smiles, watching them as they enjoyed themselves. And, I was honored when the boats Captain told me that they were the most well behaved young men that he's ever had onboard. I was tickled pink at the praise.

Leaving the ship, we headed back north to the campground. And upon entering the camper, I smiled, as I waited for the door to be shut. I then stripped my clothes off, as did the guys, and soon I had three pair of black hands and lips on my hot, pale white skin. The rest of the day was pure delight. My three men took turns pleasing me, entering me, and fucking my brains out. They cooked, cleaned, and fed me, with food and cock, for hours on end.

I woke the next morning with a guy on reach side of me, under the covers of my bed. I smelled coffee brewing, and a smile on my face. After sucking both Randy and Tommy dry, we got out of bed and joined Michael, who was making breakfast. As the other two ate, I sucked Michael to orgasm, then I had breakfast myself. It looked to be a warm sunny day today, as the three of them cleaned up after breakfast, me admiring their bare black butt's. Once they were done cleaning up, they turned and looked at me, lust on their dark faces. And mine as well, I'm sure. I asked demurely, "You boys want to fuck some more here? Or you want to go to a nice secluded beach, where we can lay around nude."

Michael grinned, "Can we enjoy your talents there?"

I shrugged, "I don't see why not." They were all smiles, as I said "Pack a lunch, then get some shorts on. We can't all walk around naked in the campground."

They laughed as I went to my bedroom and pulled on a swimsuit. Then, away we went, heading to shore, then down to the East. It was a long walk, even if it was only about a half-mile. But we had to cross a few dunes, making it rough. It took thirty minutes walking, but when we arrived, it was paradise. The lake was to our north, a small tidal inlet in front of us, leading to a tidal pool. There was a dune on the other side, maybe ten feet high, and along the far side of the pond, which was only a hundred feet or so in length, maybe thirty feet wide. I smiled, pointing to my right, saying "Let's spread the sheet out in the shade near the pond's edge." They went that way, and I followed. I watched, as they pulled the sheet I had them bring along, and then I stepped to the edge, and peeled off my clothes. With the trees to our back, and the dune across and wrapping about the south end, there was just a small gap to see out onto the lake. Yes, we were secluded, very secluded. I was now naked, and looking at the boys, so were they. They had their long, hard black cocks in their hands, and I giggled, saying "Come on, let's enjoy the water first."

I trotted off to the waters edge, and walked right in. Oh yeah, it felt warm. Being trapped by the dunes, and being shallow, it felt wonderful. I walked to about halfway, and saw I was only in up to my knees. I turned, looked at my guys, and smiled, as I sat down in the warm water. I said "Come on, guys, the water's fine."

Soon, they were sitting around me, smiling as I had Michael's cock in one hand, as he sat to my right, and Randy's meat in my left, where he sat. And Tommy was behind me, me now sitting on his lap, his hard cock laying up inside the crack of my ass, as his hands were on my front, first playing with my breasts, then in my pie, making me squirm against him. Soon, I found myself up on my knees, legs spread out, with Randy's hard cock sawing in and out of my mouth, and Tommy's massive unsheathed cock in my pussy. Yes, under the warm Michigan sun, the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach, and the sound of Tommy’s big, black balls slapping the back of my legs. It felt wonderful as his cock unloaded deep inside of me, feeling his juice being forced out and running down my thighs. Yes, no condoms. Hell, I decided I could quickly wash out in the water. And I did, sitting down, rubbing my twat, and then rolling over, back on my knees to take Michael's meat in my love hole. After him, then Randy, we moved up to the sheet, where we laid in the shade, enjoying the day. The boys took turns with my body. Missionary, doggy-style, me on top, along the side, we tried it all there in a pleasant natural surrounding. And each time one came in me, I quickly got up, rushed down to the pond, sat and washed myself out, getting that sticky man juice out of me, before coming back up and allowing someone to have their turn.

Time sure does fly when you're having fun. But even the guys were getting a bit worn by the time it was about six. With worn legs, we trudged back to the camper, where I allowed them to rinse off in my shower. I did the same, then we ate, with them making dinner. They had three nights left, so I made a deal. Each night, I would sleep with a different one. Sure, they could take me whenever during the day, when we weren't riding around, or hiking. But after nine, I would be the sole possession of just one of them for the night. It worked out well. I had Randy the first night, Michael the second, and Tommy the third. Yes, it had turned out to be six days of wonderful sex. By the time I sent those boys home, my cunt was packed full of cum, making me wonder if I'll ever get it all out. I wasn't worried, by the way, about pregnancy. For I had my tubes tied years ago after my last child was born.

Saying good-bye was a bit sad, as I gave each a going away blowjob, in private. They thanked me profusely, and I think it was Randy that said jokingly that they enjoyed me showing them how to survive in the bush. I watched with a tear in my eye, as they drove away, wondering if they would get in touch with me someday. I enjoyed the rest of my second week there, as my body recuperated from such decadence. I did have to go and get more water in the tanks, and more gas for the generator as well. But it was all well worth it. With a smile on my lips, I pulled out of the campground the following Saturday, heading for home.

A month went by. No news from the guys. I really wasn't expecting any, but, well, there was still hope. It was the last weekend of September, when I answered the phone. And there was Tommy on the other end. It was a pleasant conversation. He told me that him and the boys each had a 'hot' girlfriend, and they were thankful for having me show them how to treat a woman. I just laughed at that, telling him that they would have done just fine without me. He then told me about in a few weeks, it would be Homecoming Weekend, and him and the other two were wondering if I would like to come on over, and spend the weekend in their place. I asked about their girlfriends, and he said that they didn't want sex with me. I was hurt for a second, until he said he would like to introduce me to his dad. I thought this was cute, and even though I was thinking it would be best if I did not, I agreed, but said that I would bring the trailer, and stay nearby.

So, I got ready. My pussy felt warm already, knowing that possibly, it would be accommodating a rather large male member. I was sure that father would be just like son in that department. Well, the weeks came and went, and soon I found myself setting up my camper in the parking lot of the stadium, with quite a few others. It's a tradition, sort of, although this is the first time since I graduated that I've been back. After finishing setting up, and having a nice lunch, I went to the student union, and checked things out. I ran into an old friend, and her and I talked. Then another, then another. Eventually, about twenty different old, long lost friends, as we chatted away. I finally had to break away, as I knew some others were waiting for me.

It was a pleasant evening. I met Tommy's father. George Washington Carver Jones. Yes, the name wasn't the only thing that was more than a mouthful. We all, as in the three young men and their girlfriends, each a pretty little thing, and George, ended up back at the house the boys shared. It had three bedrooms, and a large sleeper sofa. We had been drinking, not heavily, but just enough to make me feel good. And, as the evening wore on, the boys, and their girlfriends, would disappear, not being seen, but most definitely heard from, again.

George and I were all alone, in the living room, him watching me, wondering what to do. I smiled, and said "Well, it seems Tommy wants to hook you up with me."

"He's said a lot about you." was his response.

I blushed, wondering what all he did say, I arched over, and patted his knee through his slacks. He stood almost as tall as his son, but probably thirty pounds lighter. His skin was darker, and his teeth shown brightly whenever he smiled. I demurely said , as I looked into his eyes, "I'm interested, George. But.", I saw his smile disappear, as I continued "I don't want this to be just a quick fling."

The smile, such a sweet smile, it came back, as he said "Okay, what you want then?"

I shrugged, as I came closer to his big body, and I said "I want to be courted, quickly. But, not too quickly." My hands fell to his crotch, and I pressed down. We heard a female moan come out from a room behind us, and we looked that way, then at each other. I smiled, feeling his hard member throb through the thin fabric. "I want to know more about you, I mean, I wouldn't mind a long term relationship, what at my age, a regular partner would be nice, wouldn't it?"

My hand was stroking his meat, as he raised a hand, and touched my breasts through my blouse. I didn't stop his hand, as he said "Yes, it would. It would at that.", as he grinned, feeling my boob with light, soft strokes.

Yes, a man that has a soft touch. My finger found the fly to his zipper, and I pulled it down. His other hand released the button, and he pushed his pants down a bit. My hand went down under his waistband, and I pulled on the head of his cock. I smiled. Every inch as wide as his son, and probably just as big. "Yes, George, I do believe that a long term relationship with you would be more than I ever wanted." I lowered my face to his cock, and sucked in the head. He groaned as my hand and mouth went to work. As I sucked, his hands undid the buttons of my blouse, and soon he had the boob closest to him popped out and free. He gently kneaded my white breast, as I sucked him, finally causing him to groan as his sumptuous cum filled my wanting mouth. I sighed, enjoying the taste before swallowing his heavy load down. Once satisfied that there was no more, I released his cock from my lips and hand, and tucked him back inside his slacks.

He had a disappointed look on his face, but I giggled, crawled onto his lap, my breast still exposed, as I kissed his lips, saying "Now that you see what my mouth can do, let's see how well you treat me tomorrow before you get the full thing, okay?"

He laughed, squeezing me in his arms, saying "Okay, that's fair enough."

I stood up, covered my breasts, and after another hot kiss on his lips, I was out the door, heading back to my camper. I went to sleep smiling, thinking about George's wonderful cock, and how I was looking forward to him taking me tonight....If, if he is a good boy tomorrow.

And oh my god, was he ever. I arrived for breakfast the next morning. George personally made me breakfast, before we went around to campus. Yes, the place was packed, what it being Homecoming. And, this had it's benefits. I ran into lots of other friends, who were very much surprised to see me accompanied by a large black man, and three younger black men as well. I talked to quite a few, and, this was good, as I introduced the guys to people. Some were even in the same field as what the boys were studying, and by the time we were done talking, they even offered their business cards to the guys, telling them to get in touch with them once they graduated.

And George. Always making sure I was well taken care of. Just the little things, mainly. Opening doors, helping me with my chair, making sure the seat at the football game was cleared and clean. It was a pleasure to be with the man. And of course, we used this time to get to know each other. I told him about my life, and he about his. I was happy to find he was two years older than I, retired from the State Department of Transportation, and had his own home in Dayton.

After dinner, at a nice restaurant, we went to a club, where George and I danced. About an hour into it, with us holding the other in our arms, I whispered into his ear, "Ready?"

He stepped back, and said "Sure."

We walked to our table, and George told his son and his date that we were going. The three boys grinned, as we left them there. He drove us to the stadium, and soon we were inside my camper, standing there, hugging tightly. Then, I turned, and walked towards the stairs leading up to the bedroom, looking over my shoulder, smiling at him.

I was at the top of the four steps, pulling my sweatshirt off over my headed, when I felt his arms wrapping around my body, making me squeal with delight. Soon we were naked, on the bed, and his face buried in my crotch, his hands on my big tits, playing with them, as I moaned as his tongue worked it's magic. My cum didn't take long to arrive, as my whole body shuddered, a warm, and most pleasant cum. I opened my eyes, seeing him up on his knees now, shafting his fat, long cock. I sighed, and with my hands, pulled my knees up and out, my little pink pussy winking at him. He chuckled, as he slipped that cunt buster inside of me. I groaned, as my pussy once more stretched out to accommodate such a large male member.

I heard my own words, "Oh god, it feels so good, just like..." I stopped talking, and looked up. He laughed, "Just like Tommy's?"

I nodded my head yes, as he started slowly to feed my hungry pussy more of his meat. I asked "Tommy told you?"

He smiled, "Yes, and I was jealous as hell. I was wanting some of what he got as soon as he told me."

I gasped, another orgasm, and with shortness of breath, I asked "You don't mind that I did him, and the other two?"

He shook his head no, saying "Not at all. I'm just glad that I asked to meet you." His face tilted down, and I looked where he was. His cock, fully imbedded inside of me, throbbing, as he pulled it out almost the whole way. It was shiny, covered by my cunt juice, and he eased it on in, making my lungs empty of air. "No Olive, I'm looking forward to having you around, as we take care of each others needs."

I smiled, arched my neck and back, as he leaned over, and started sucking on my hard left nipple, and I said "Oh god, fuck me then. Fuck me good!"

And with that, he started drilling my hole. I was thinking I was going to die, as he pummeled my twat with his mighty black meat. My body was going from one orgasm to another, as a constant stream of noise was coming from my open mouth, enjoying this immensely. The, as I felt his massive dong start to expand, he picked my up around the waist, and I slid down his shaft. We ground our sex into each other, our lips locked onto each others lips, as we came hard, together. It was fucking fantastic, as both our bodies, covered in sweat, shuddered through a long, hard, drawn out orgasm.

As I panted heavily, my big boobs rising and falling against his broad, black chest, I asked hoarsely, "Oh, by the way, you like to camp?"

He kissed my neck, and said "Yeah, and fish."

I giggled, replying as I felt our combined love cream leak out of my plugged up hole, "Good, for I've a boat as well.", and I was very much looking forward to the continuation of this relationship.

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