S’more is Better – Camping Threesome

Following teaser is an excerpt from a story I hope to submit to an anthology, or I’d share the whole thing. Its inspired by real life events. Names and situations have been changed. Hope you enjoy this morning’s hard work.

“Smile, beauties.”
Callie and Jemma leaned in and grinned. They looked happy but otherwise completely dissimilar. Jemma was tall and gangly with piercings and wildly dyed hair that changed every few weeks. Callie was short and plus size with blonde hair and wore only her freckles as an accessory. Lindon often joked early in their relationship that he felt like the bear in the fairy tale Rose White and Rose Red.
Jemma then posed with a weak and lean forward to show off her ample cleavage in her thing REI t-shirt. Lindon grinned and snapped a few flirty shots. “Keep that up and I’ll want something more than roasted marshmallows for dessert,” he warned.
Raising a brow, Jemma sat her food down. “Oh really?” Without waiting for a reply, she lifted the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, shaking out her hair and smiling. “Still want marshmallows?”
Callie and Lindon shook their heads as Jemma tugged off her bra as well. She moved to unbutton her shorts and stood.

“You know some other hikers could come round that bend right?” Callie asked, wary of her girlfriend’s exhibitionism.
Dropping her shorts and panties in one go, Jemma winked at her. “All the more fun, sweet cheeks.”
In a moment, Jemma was in nothing but her hiking boots. Lindon kept taking pictures with a silly grin on his face like a school boy. Yes, he had seen Jemma naked nearly once a day every day for a few years but it didn’t matter. He loved her body and it still got him hard, despite not showing it much the last few months.
After posing a few times, enough to get good stots of her bouncing tits and more than a couple with legs spread to show her pussy covered in brown curls – the only proof of her original hair color – Jemma turned onto Callie. “You gonna join me?”
Hesitating, Callie looked at the nearby trail that could be viewed through a cluster of poplars. She nodded and stood. If she was gonna enjoy herself this trip, Callie knew she was gonna need to let go a little.
Jemma stepped around behind her and helped pull her shirt up and off as Lindon continued to take pictures. He had to pause and adjust his hard on as Jemma unhooked Callie’s bra and replaced the cups with her hands.
Where Jemma was lanky with lovely yet minimal curves, she often noted that Callie had “curves for days.” The shorter woman’s breasts were heavy and soft in her hands as she teased the dark nipples into hard points.
Callie gave a soft hum of enjoyment as she leaned back a little against Jemma.
Releasing one breast, Jemma ran her hand over Callie’s soft belly towards the closure of her cargo shorts. She had tried to get her girlfriend to pack cuter hiking clothes that showed off her curves but Callie picked comfort over cute, which was probably smart even if it didn’t give Jemma as good a view. They unbuttoned easily enough though.
Callie shivered despite the eventing heat. She kicked her falling shorts off and turned, giving Lindon a good view of her back side. She was wearing the panties he bought her for her birthday – no flimsy lace but tie-dye boy shorts with a flower on the ass.

“I see you, pretty girl,” Lindon said, taking another picture.
“Gimme that,” Jemma demanded and took the camera from him before he could get further carried away. “Your turn.
Callie helped Lindon out of his clothes, including his boxer-briefs.
“Not fair,” Jemma said, taking a picture of Lindon’s already hard cock. “You cant have panties on when we don’t, Cal.”
Rolling her eyes, Callie slowly pulled down her panties, turning to give Jemma and Lindon ample view of her ass. She knew it was her biggest feature but that they often said it was one of her best as well. She had long given up questioning their interest in her curves and just gave into the attention.
Before she could turn back, Lindon’s strong hands settled on her hips. There was a movement and she felt the hot sensation of his mouth on her ass cheek. He kissed it briefly before biting her gently.
“Hey,” she said with half-hearted disapproval. Turning, she smiled down at him.
“I like this view too,” he said, trailing his eyes from up at her face, down to her breasts then down to her pussy. Without another word he began a trail of kisses along her belly and upper thighs.
Callie pressed her hands to his shoulders and sighed as he purposefully avoided between her legs.
Jemma kept snapping photos around them, sometimes making suggestions like, “Callie, spread your legs a little” or “I think she could use a bite mark right there, Lin.”
By the time she put the camera down, Callie was leaning on Lindon’s shoulders red faced and panting. Jemma slid behind her and ran a hand between her girlfriend’s legs. “Mmm, Lin made our girl so wet.”
Jemma spread Callie’s labia and Lindon took the invitation, burying his face between her legs hungrily. His lips and tongue danced over her clit, eliciting excited cries from his beloved.

After stroking their boyfriend’s cheek lovingly, Jemma stepped back and walked toward their tent where they’d stowed their packs.
“W-where are you going?” Callie called between moans.
Jemma shot them a mischievous grin and disappeared into the tent. When she found what she was looking for and emerged, Lindon had already moved Callie to lean against a smooth beech trunk. Her legs were splayed and pussy filled with three of Lindon’s thick fingers. Her cum glistened down his hand, catching the last light of the sun.
Callie pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from crying out loudly as her body shook with an orgasm. Lindon grinned up at her, mercilessly stroking her g-spot. Neither noticed Jemma, caught up in their own erotic experience.
Watching with voyeuristic glee, Jemma held her find in one hand and stroked her pussy with her other. This reminded her of when the three were first dating. It had been so hot to watch Lindon roughly fuck Callie who was always so responsive and made the prettiest sounds when she came.
Feeling her own pussy quickly become soaked, Jemma turned her attention to the toy she brought. Callie would have told her not to if Jemma had mentioned it – her girlfriend was constantly reminding them of keeping their pack weight low for a multi-day hike. Jemma doubted Callie would complain about the strapless strap on at the moment.
The double ended dildo was vibrant purple. One end was an eight inch, thick cock (shorter than Lindon but girthy) and the other end was bean shaped and just a little smaller than Jemma’s hand. It was the smaller end that she now brought to her own wet cunt.

“Is she ready for me?” Jemma asked, drawing Lindon’s attention. She stood closer now, stroking her purple cock as her kegel muscles squeezed the other end of the cock with pleasure.