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Subject: {ASSM} "Dog Canyon Creampie" (MF MFF) by Creampie Eater
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Dog Canyon Creampie
-------------------

Even though I had been warned, I didn't expect to see
them.  After all, I hadn't seen anyone in three days
of hiking.  The Guadalupe Mountains are a solitary
area in July.  That was why I had come there.

After my divorce, I didn't have a breakdown, but I did
have something akin to it.  I dove into my work and
nightlife with reckless abandon.  If I wasn't working
(that was rare), I was hunting down a new divorcé to
shag.  I rarely slept because I didn't need to.  I was
driven, perhaps because I needed to prove to myself I
was still worth something after my wife ran off with
another man.

But, this lifestyle had repercussions.  One the one
hand, my endless hours at the office had been rewarded
with the biggest bonus of my career.  I was a stellar
performer, winning more work in one year than I had
the previous ten.  On the other hand, the constant
strain of work and just being around people eventually
led me to crave getting away from it all.

And so, I cashed in four weeks of vacation I had
accrued, packed up my truck, and headed out to the
loneliest place I could think of: Guadalupe Mountains
National Park.  More particularly, I based myself out
of Dog Canyon, way up on the northern side on the
Texas/new Mexico border.  It was the quietest place I
had ever been that was accessible by road.  The
campground had space for 9 groups, but rarely was
there another person in the hot summer.

The nights were clear and black, with so many stars
that you couldn't help but be amazed.  While it was
hot and dusty during the day, it still got down to the
40s at night.  Laying at night in my oversized tent, a
relic from when my family was intact, I could hear the
wind roaring down the canyon for thirty seconds before
it smashed against the tent.

In short, it was just what I needed.

When I checked in with the Ranger Station and let them
know I intended to occupy a spot for over two weeks,
they informed me a group of young volunteers from a
conservation group was doing work on the trails.  I
didn't see them the day I arrived, and nobody was up
when I left before dawn the next morning.  I rose into
the mountains before it got too hot, and before the
volunteers awoke.

But now, I saw them far below me.  I was returning
after camping on the trail for three days.  A tiny
hand was waving to me, and I waved back.  Another
fifteen minutes of hard hiking down the cobbled trail,
and I met them.

It was a group of four comprised of an adult man (the
leader), a boy, and two girls.  I say 'boy' and
'girls', but they were really young adults.  In casual
conversation, I learned they were all 16 years old
except for the leader.  And, my word, they looked hard
and dirty.

The work consisted of swinging a pick to clear a small
ditch across the trail.  Then, a three inch diameter
log was snuggled into place, and anchored with steel
re-bar at each end used as pins or stakes.  Then, the
part of the ditch above the log was backfilled with
coarse rock gravel, cobbles, and dirt.  The overall
effect was that they were building shallow, hard to
climb steps in a mostly rock path.  It was hard,
sweaty, dusty work.  If I didn't know they were youth
volunteers, I would have sworn they were juvenile
offenders doing hard labor as penitence for some
crime.

The boy looked tired, but the girls looked hot and
tired.  They had braided their hair and covered their
head with kerchiefs.  They tied their dust impregnated
shirts into halter tops.  The overall effect was one
of bodies caked with sweat and dust.  I tried not to
notice the rivers of sweat carving a path through the
dirt on their young firm legs.  I reminded myself that
I could probably smell them if I didn't stink so badly
myself.

Turns out they had been on the trails for nearly six
weeks.  They came from all over the country, and
appreciated the opportunity to serve their country and
enjoy the outdoors.  Well, that is probably what they
said six weeks ago.  Now, they were probably looking
forward to getting home.  They probably would
appreciate TV again.

I encountered another group a quarter mile further. 
This was another mixed group of older teens, all
verging on adulthood, all terribly dusty.  I had
received most of the story from the leader back up the
trail, so this visit was brief.  I said my hellos, my
goodbyes, and moved on.

My mind was filled with questions as I completed the
hike back to the basecamp in Dog Canyon.  What sort of
idealism would someone need to volunteer for this job?
 Could they have possibly known the sort of hard labor
ahead?  Would they recognize themselves in the mirror
after months of such work in the arid West Texas
environment?  The girls would have lost a load of baby
(or other) fat, becoming toned in ways that going to a
gym could never duplicate.  The boys would have
deepened their muscles, becoming strong men in the
process.  It would have been like a refiners fire,
extracting the excesses from their bodies.

I wondered if boys and girls in the prime of their
lives could possibly resist sex.  Would it be possible
to be in such remote locations together, in such
proximity under such circumstances, and not have sex? 
I tried to recall the innocence of my teen years, and
ruefully remembered that it was now a different world.
 Sex among teens was expected.  Today's teens would
not know the loss that lacking innocence meant.

I arrived back at the camp around noon.  I had made my
habit of hiking early, and resting later, which meant
I got to my destinations mostly before noon.  Of
course, I felt hot and dusty myself after the trail,
and I wanted a shower straightaway.  There were no
showers in this campground, only a cinderbock bathroom
with Mens and Ladies rooms, so I had brought along a
portable shower.

The sun-shower was composed of a ten gallon black bag
that you filled with water, and a hose with a spigot
on the end.  You filled the bag then set it out in the
sun to warm, the black color absorbing solar rays. 
Well, it doesn't happen instantly, so I filled the bag
and set it on my picnic table in the direct sun. 
Then, I hopped in my truck and set out for Queen.

Queen, NM, was the closest civilization around.  About
10 miles away, it held perhaps 400 people at night. 
Most importantly, it had the Queen Café which served
big juicy burgers.  A big juicy burger after eating on
the trail was just what I needed.  That, and a fifteen
minute drive in my truck with the A/C blowing maximum
cold.

The Queen Café has two employees, it seems.  One was a
leathery old man, and the other was a softer woman. 
My luck was such that the woman was minding the store.
 She was a pleasant lady, who struck up an easy and
mindless conversation.  Better, she also served up a
8oz Dr. Pepper made with real cane sugar from the mill
in my home city, Sugar Land.  I could feel the sugar
on my teeth when I left an hour and a half later, my
stomach filled with the burger and greasy fries.  In
the cooler in the bed of the truck I had another dozen
Dr. Peppers icing down.

My eyes popped when I got back to the camp.  I was
being robbed of my shower!  One girl was holding up
the sun-shower so that a second could steal the warm
water.  The fact that she was nude was almost
secondary.  They of course heard my tires scrunching
over the gravel road, but they couldn't do anything. 
So, they continued the shower even as I got out of my
truck.

"Hey now, what do you think yer doin'?" I said
indignantly.

"Sorry mister," said the one holding the bag as the
other rapidly tried to finish the shower.  "This your
shower?"

I was flabbergasted!  There wasn't any remorse!  "Hell
yes, that's my shower," I ranted.  "What the fuck you
doin' with it?"

"That's pretty damn obvious," said the girl taking the
shower.  I knew abstractly that they were conservation
volunteers, but now I recognized her even in the buff.
 She was a very cute girl with china blue eyes.  She
had worn her hair in braided pigtails, but now it was
falling loose.  "I'm taking a shower, or didn't you
notice?"  she continued, using a smart-ass tone that I
did not appreciate.

"That's my fucking shower you're stealin'," I said,
frustrated that they were continuing to steal the
water I was so looking forward to.

"Well, damn," said the one holding the water up.  She
was getting really tired.  Despite myself, I couldn't
stop being polite and taking the bag from her.  I
mean, Texans help girls; its what we do.  I stepped up
onto the picnic table, so that I was higher and didn't
have to hold the water bag too high.

"Thanks mister," the girl said, rubbing her aching
arms.  "We're sorry you think we were stealing your
water.  We just saw it out here looking like a hot
shower, and we couldn't help ourselves.  We were gonna
refill it when we were done."  She looked at her
friend taking the shower, then turned and looked
sweetly at me.  "I'll pay you for your trouble," she
suggested.

That made me feel bad.  "Well, I guess it isn't much
trouble," I said.  "I was just looking forward to
washing this dust off.  I can see how y'all'd want to
wash your dust off, since you've been dustier longer."
 I shrugged, and noticed for the first time, really,
that there was a naked girl a yard from me.  "No need
to pay me," I smiled.

"No, really," the dry girl said, "I want to pay you." 
She had a look in her eye I hadn't seen before, and
before I knew it she was unzipping my shorts.

"Hey now," I protested.  "Y'all let go of me!"

"Mister," said the showering girl, who was now
wringing her hair out before continuing, "if I were
you, I'd let Jenny do it.  She's awfully good."

"I just want to give it a little kiss," Jenny purred. 
With my arms full of the water bag, I was hard put to
stop her before she had my cock out and was sucking on
it.

"Y'all oughta stop, before I get in trouble," I said
weakly.  "I doubt most anybody'd understand this."  I
could have resisted better, but I am not really a
prude or anything.  What guy says no to a mouth on his
cock?

"I'd just tell them I am thanking you," Jenny said. 
"Thank you," she said quickly, then bobbed once on my
cock.  "Thank you," she said again, bobbing once more.
 "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she murmured. 
Then she began cocksucking in earnest.  She did it
very well, as the wet girl had said.

I was about to spew when the wet girl announced the
water was all gone.  I groaned in frustration, since I
was looking forward to filling Jenny's mouth with
semen.  "Damn," Jenny said before I had a chance.  She
looked over at my tent, then suggested we move into
there.

"How about if I refill the shower and let it warm in
the sun?" I suggested.  "Then, maybe I could thank you
for thanking me?"

"Mmmmm, now that sounds like a good plan," Jenny
agreed.

"How about if I go into the shithouse and brush my
hair, then come back?" the wet girl asked.

"No way, Miranda," said Jenny, "you used the shower so
you have to pay for half of it."

"MMmmmm, OK," Miranda agreed simply.  "Let me wash out
my clothes first, though."

Now I really was amazed at the openness of the girls. 
While I went to the "shithouse" faucet to refill the
shower, Miranda walked barefoot with her clothes to
the tub where you wash dishes.  She started filling
the tub, then soaked her clothes.

Dazed, I walked back with the shower and put it in a
sunny spot that I thought would stay sunny for a while
amidst the lengthening shadows.  Then I headed for the
tent.  As I unzipped the door, Jenny pressed her
clothes into my arms, instructing me to give them to
Miranda so they could get washed and start drying.  I
was even more dazed (Miranda had grabbed my face and
kissed me!) before I got back to the tent.

By now it was obvious Jenny was ready.  She had made a
nest of my sleeping bag, and was reclining on it,
completely nude.  Her legs were apart, one knee up,
and she was slowly rubbing her pussy.  That was about
the only part of her not caked with grime or dust. 
Smiling at her, I zipped the door shut and laid down
next to her.

Her arms went around me as she kissed me.  Her tongue
immediately slid into my mouth, signaling with its
force that she was hot and ready to go farther.  As my
hand slid down to her crotch, she began fumbling
frantically with my clothes to get them off.  All the
while, both of us were making little sex noises while
trying to keep the kissing going.

My shorts, shirt, and undershorts were off (all but my
boots and socks!) when Miranda came in.  Quietly, she
sat to the side of us, just watching.  I don't think
she was as eager as Jenny, who was flooding my hand. 
She did reach out and slide her hand over my skin,
helping in a small way.

Jenny started to slide down to suck me again, but I
stopped her.  "Don't," I told her.  "I want to eat
your pussy instead."

"Aren't you put off by how stinky I am?" she asked,
not really resisting.

I kissed my way down, looking up at her.  "You aren't
much stinker than me," I pointed out.  I am not much
for earthy women, but the whole situation was hot and
fragrant.  My sleeping bag would forever more smell of
sweaty sex.  I kissed further down, past her dusty
belly and to her crotch.  At one point, she must have
shaved her pussy, but now it was grown out to
half-inch long down, matted with her crotch sweat and
femininity.

Unable to delay further, I pressed her thighs apart
and brought my mouth to her pussy.  She trembled as I
slid my tongue into her hot gash.  While she sucked
cock like a seasoned whore, it seemed that being eaten
was a fresh experience for her.  She muttered "Oh my
god, that feels good" over and over.  It was really
exciting to introduce this girl to the wonders an
older man can provide.

"God, I want to fuck you," I heard Miranda say.  She
put a thrilling emphasis on the 'f' sound, making the
word 'fuck' sound delightfully nasty out of her pretty
young mouth.  Looking up at her, I saw she was very
serious.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked her, for I was unwilling
to defile a girl.

Jenny laughed out loud.  "Are you kidding?" she
snickered.  "Nobody is a virgin the canyon for very
long."  She slid up and away from me.  "Lay on your
back and let Miranda have a ride."

I was a good boy, obeying her command.  I rolled onto
my back, and Miranda crawled over.  "Hold on a
second," I told her, "come here."  I helped her mount
my face, and I licked her for a minute or two,
savoring the new flavor of a clean teen girl.  I
patted her ass, and told her it was OK to hop on my
dick.  She moved down, and rode me cowgirl style.  She
may not have been a virgin, but her canal was still
tight and fine.

"Now, you come here," I told Jenny, beckoning her. 
She smiled, and moved within range.  I gripped her
hair and brought her face to mine, kissing her
savagely.  "Can you taste your friend?" I asked her.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, laying on her belly so that
she could stay and kiss me deeply.  Her fingertips
caressed my face as we Frenched.  "Will you eat me
again?" she asked at last.

"Yeah, climb on," I told her.  She got up and slid
onto my face, slowly rocking her pungent pussy on my
face.  "Hold on," I told her, sliding a finger in and
out for several seconds before adding another.  Then,
I flicked my tongue over her pleasure bud and she
trembled again.

Feeling nasty, I pulled my fingers out and reached
them to Miranda.  "Suck these," I told her.  Miranda
hesitated a few seconds, then closed her eyes and
sucked on the fingers so recently in Jenny.  "Open
your eyes," I growled at her, seeing her eyes startle
open.  "Tell me you like Jenny's taste," I commanded.

"I like her taste," Miranda said quietly.

"Louder," I grumbled.  Ordering around a chick who was
fucking me so nicely was a real turn on!

"Oh God, I love her taste," she moaned loudly.

"Whose taste?" I asked, wanting to expand just a bit
more.

"I love Jenny's fuckin' taste," she said, her nostrils
flaring.  "Oh FUCK!" she grunted, beginning to spasm
on my cock.  She was cumming from the admission!  Her
drying blonde hair shook like waves of wheat as she
thrashed back and forth, humping me a little but
mostly just undulating.   Her girlie cunt squeezed me
like a geisha with a velvet glove.  It lasted half a
minute, and then she sat upright, swaying unsteadily,
smiling broadly.

I looked up through her legs at Jenny, who was staring
at Miranda, awestruck.  I supposed she'd never seen
another girl cum.  "Miranda, hop off," I said, helping
her to slide over and lay next to me.  Jenny 69 me," I
told her.

"But you just fucked Miranda," she said.

"Yeah, and now you are tasting her," I muttered,
sliding her hips off my face.  She leaned down and
began to suck my cock, making the mewling sounds of a
girl in heat. She seemed to get off on tasting Jenny
on my dick.  Truth is, she was a pretty good
cocksucker for being so young.  She swallowed most of
my dick, and her moan buzzed on my cock as I pressed
her head up and down.

"Oh God, I've got to fuck you," I said, felling my
passions grow.  She didn't say anything, but just
turned around and sat her pussy onto my cock.  Like
Miranda, she was as tight as she was wet.  Smiling,
she pressed her cock-sucking lips to mine as I slid in
deeply.

We screwed like that for a few minutes, bodies pressed
close together.  In the heat of the tent, we were soon
sweaty, the sweat forming a layer of fluid between us.
 I rolled her over, pinning her arms down as I rammed
my cock in and out.  The smell of sex threatened to
overpower the smell of the trail, and the sounds of
sex filled the tent.  Sweat dripped down my nose, and
onto Jenny.  Now I knew what being in heat felt like!

I saw that Miranda was masturbating intensely,
watching us intently.  "Come her and taste some
Jenny," I said.  She hesitated, so I leaned over and
grabbed her still-damp hair.  I pushed her face down,
pulling out my cock and pressing it to her lips. 
"Yeah," I cooed as she suckled me, "taste her."

After I thought the flavor must be gone, I popped out
of her mouth and back into Jenny.  I took Miranda's
hand and put it to Jenny's lips.  "Your turn," I said,
watching with pleasure as Jenny closed her eyes and
eagerly sucked Miranda's fingers.  "Miranda, lube 'em
up again," I suggested, and Miranda fingered herself,
getting her fingers wet once again before feeding them
to Jenny.

Then, I witnessed something I wasn't prepared for. 
Miranda watched Jenny sucking her fingers for a
minute, then slid down and held Jenny's face in her
hands, and kissed her!  Not a gentle, cautious peck,
but the sort of deep soul kiss that lovers give.  It
was simply breathtaking!

Well, and orgasm-producing.  I've always found
girl-girl sex exciting to watch, and seeing this girls
discovering something new was outrageous.  In a moment
I felt my cum boiling out of my balls and into Jenny's
pussy.  With her tight snatch, I soon felt the cum
welling up from her depths, coating my cock.

When I returned to my senses, I saw that both girls
were smiling wickedly at me.  The told me that they
were so glad I had came.  "No, thank You," I told
them.  "But I'm nit quite done, yet."  I think they
were quite surprised to see me sliding down, and
beginning to lick Jenny's leaking young pussy.

I wanted them to understand that real men were
unafraid to clean up if it got their lovers off.  They
were still early in their sexlives, and ought to learn
as much as they could.  Jenny responded to my tongue
right away.  She began undulating, pressing her pussy
against my mouth with urgency.  I beckoned to Miranda,
and kissed her with creampie on my mouth.

"Oh fuck, that's good," she said.  I went back and
lapped again at Jenny, capturing creampie then kissing
Miranda again.  Then, I grabbed her hair again and
pulled her down with me, telling her to lick and suck
Jenny's clit while I cleaned her hole.  She did, and
that made Jenny go wild.  Soon, she came on my mouth,
practically spurting creampie!  Miranda and I shared
the fruits of the sex, trading creampie back and forth
and making sure Jenny got clean.

As we laid in the hot tent, the girls suddenly
realized that they were expected back in the canyon. 
They were supposed to have taken only a short break to
clean up a little, then return.  They would soon be
missed!

Hurriedly, we spilled out of the tent, not bothering
to get dressed.  I held the now-hot shower while Jenny
washed the grime and sweat and sex off her.  Miranda
got dressed, then went to brush out and put up her
blonde hair, which had taken a beating.  In five
minutes, both girls were ready to go back.

I watched them go, then went to refill the shower bag
once more.  The Canyon was very lonely when they went.
 I hoped that it not remain that way for long, for I
was looking forward to their next visit.

******

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