When my friend Tommy told me he’d decided to hire a guide for our next fly-fishing trip, I gave him a hearty slap on the back. “At last,” I said. “Now maybe we’ll actually catch something.”

Tommy and I love to fish, even though we aren’t very good at it. We’ve been casting lines on Oregon’s rivers since the summer we graduated from high school, nearly five years ago. Tommy got lucky once and reeled in a huge steelhead, but he hasn’t caught much since. Neither have I, unless you count the old can I hooked while fishing the Deschutes last year. So I was pretty excited to have an expert along for our next trip.

The morning dawned sunny and mild as we bumped along the river road in Tommy’s truck. “The tackle shop should be just a few miles ahead,” he said. “The guy’s name is Sam. He’s supposed to be their best.”
“Cool.” I pictured a grizzled old dude with a beard, someone who’d spent his whole life on the river.

We got to the shop a few minutes later and went inside. Standing behind the counter was the most striking young woman I’d ever seen. Her good looks weren’t exactly conventional, although her sparkling blue eyes, sensual lips and creamy skin probably could have landed her a modeling contract. This was a girl who did things her own way; I knew that right off. Her blonde hair spilled down in dreadlocks from beneath her hat, and her left eyebrow was pierced with a small silver stud. She sized us up with those gorgeous eyes of hers and smiled. “You guys here for a guided trip?”

For a moment, Tommy and I were tongue-tied. My buddy was obviously as taken with her as I was. Finally, he said, “Uh, yeah, that’s right.” He introduced us and added, “We’re looking for Sam.”

She toyed with her dreads and said, “You found her.” Grinning at the looks on our faces, she came out from around the counter and shook our hands. To tell you the truth, I barely noticed her teasing grin at that point, because my gaze was pulled lower. Sam’s shorts, well-worn and faded, showed off miles of her beautiful legs. Farther up, the swells in her partly unbuttoned shirt indicated modest but shapely breasts. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see the outlines of her nipples beneath the fabric.

“You guys ready to hook some steelhead?” she asked.
Tommy nodded vigorously, and I managed to croak, “You bet!”

“Grab your gear and meet me out back.” After one last appraising glance at us, she turned and walked out the rear door of the shop. I watched her ass, which was absolutely exquisite in those skimpy shorts. Then Tommy and I hurried out the front door to get our stuff.

“The guy’s name is Sam?” I said, keeping my voice low. “He’s supposed to be their best?”
“Look, I set it up on the Internet! I just assumed—”
“She can’t be more than twenty-five.”

“Just because we’re about her age and can’t fish worth shit doesn’t mean she can’t,” Tommy noted.
“Well,” I answered, “this little fishing trip sure got a whole lot more interesting.”
We went down to the river’s edge, where Sam waited in a drift boat. Soon we were gliding along with the slow-moving current. Using both floating and sink-tip lines, we fished along several miles of the Umpqua River, never seeing another soul. Sam showed us how to use different knots and flies, and she helped us improve our casting skills. She’d practically grown up on the river, so she knew the most productive spots to try our luck. Sure enough, Tommy reeled in a hard-fighting fish before noon. A short while later, I hooked one, too. Sam caught way more than we did, though. She released most of her fish, but she still managed to fill her bucket.

I must confess, however, that fishing ceased being my main interest from the moment I met Sam. I knew it was the same with Tommy, who turned on the charm as soon as we got in the boat. Sam seemed to welcome our attention; in fact, she was doing as much of the flirting as we were. What I couldn’t tell, though, was whether she preferred Tommy or me.
The day had grown warm when Sam finally steered the boat to shore. We disembarked, and I saw a truck through the trees.
“That’s our ride back,” Sam said, following my gaze. Then she looked at her bucket of fish and said, “I’ve got more than I can eat. You guys want to come back to my place for dinner?”
Naturally, we both said yes.

There was a real charge in the air as we packed everything up and stowed the boat in the bed of Sam’s truck. The tension became even more exciting when Sam said, “I’m going for a quick swim before we leave.” We watched as she peeled off her clothes and dove into the river. What a body she had—slender and fit, with perky breasts, a smooth butt, and a wisp of straw-colored pubic hair between her toned legs. Sam’s creamy-white skin contrasted with the deep blue-black of the river and the multihued green of the foliage all around us.
Treading water, she called out, “You two coming in?”

Tommy and I raced each other to get our clothes off. I couldn’t help noticing that he had a hard-on as big as mine, and I’m sure Sam noticed, too. Then we jumped in, and the three of us frollicked like skinny-dipping teenagers in the bracing river.
As sexy as the situation was, it proved only a primer for what happened later, after dinner at Sam’s cabin. For a few minutes we were all busy clearing the table and washing the dishes, but then the other two disappeared. From the open door of Sam’s bedroom came the sound of laughter and squeaking bedsprings. Well, I thought with a sinking heart, that’s it. She’s chosen Tommy.

However, that was when everything changed for the better, with Sam calling out, “Josh, what are you doing out there? C’mon, play with us!”

I went to the bedroom and found Tommy and Sam kissing on the bed, both nude. A woodstove in the corner added its flickering light to the scene. Sam saw me, sat up and offered me a devilish grin. The lust in her eyes was playful yet intense; just meeting her gaze made my cock swell to full size. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my pants. She crawled over and worked quickly to expose the object of her desire. In a moment, my pants and underwear were down at my ankles, and my cock bobbed free, long and stiff.

“Sit down,” Sam directed me, patting the bed next to Tommy. My glance drifted to his groin. Unlike my pubic zone, which had never seen a razor, Tommy was completely shaved down there. His erection, shorter than mine but thicker, twitched with the need for action. I saw him eyeing my dick, too. We exchanged a glance as I sat down. Like me, he was a little nervous about this new situation, but no less willing to see where it might lead.

Sam could now play with both our cocks at once, and she wasted no time doing just that. With a shaft in each hand, she stroked and caressed our erections with a featherlight touch. “I’m going to suck these beautiful dicks, and then I’m going to fuck them,” she said, her tone as matter-of-fact as her words were salacious. She was pumping our pricks faster now as her ardor got the better of her. She tilted her face up to Tommy for a long, sensual kiss. Then I, too, got to feel her pillowy lips on mine and twirl my tongue with hers.

After a minute, she lowered her mouth over my swollen glans, and I almost forgot about Tommy sitting there next to me, watching. Sam’s heavenly lips and tongue drew most of my attention as she bobbed up and down, slurping hungrily on my cock. Before long, she switched over to Tommy, and it was my turn to watch as, moaning softly, she engulfed his prick in her mouth. Her lips stretched into a wide “O” as she dipped lower and lower down my friend’s stout pole. After a while, she returned to me, and so it went for the next several minutes as Sam happily switched back and forth between us. Her pretty lips were soon besmirched with saliva and pre-come—and then with a full load of semen as Tommy’s cock erupted.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured as his head fell back and the tremors of release tightened every muscle in his body. Laughing softly, Sam licked Tommy’s cream off her hand and lips, then turned and licked up the drops that had spattered onto my own cock.
Watching her satisfy her lewd appetite for come pushed me right to the edge. She finished me off by taking my cock into her sloppy mouth one more time. Her tongue curled around my glans, coaxing out my seed. “Oh fuck, that’s good,” I cried, jacking between her lips. “I’m—” My dick finished the sentence for me, spouting violently as Sam sat back. My cream speckled her dreadlocks, her face, her tits, everything—even Tommy’s stomach.

I flopped back on the bed, content for the moment to watch what happened next. Sam climbed into Tommy’s lap and turned around to ride his rejuvenated dick in reverse, facing me. The naughty girl wanted me to see everything—the unbridled lust in her face, her pretty breasts as they rose and fell, her taut belly, and most of all, Tommy’s prick as it vanished between the cleaved petals of her cunt. She had to be incredibly wet down there to take his portly rod so quickly to the hilt. “Ooh,” she sighed as she settled her ass against his ball sac. After a beat, she began to lift and lower herself on his stick, which emerged shiny and slick from her depths. Her face glowed with pleasure, and her tight body bouncing up and down on my friend’s pole was easily the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Tommy reached around to palm her boobs, but otherwise he just let her ride him, which she did with zeal.

My glance drifted past Sam’s shoulder to Tommy, whose eyes met mine. His face flushed with excitement; his breath quickened and he flexed his hips, driving his cock up into Sam. The reality of the situation was hitting me, too—my first threesome. I was completely hard again, and desperate to join in.

Sam sensed this, because just then, in a voice breathless with urgency, she said, “Come here, Josh.” With Tommy’s shaft still inside her, she reached for my eager dick and lapped my rod all over until it was slick. “That’s so you can fuck my other hole,” she said. “I want to take you both at the same time.” With that, she repositioned herself astride Tommy so she was facing forward. He lay back on the bed, and she leaned low over his chest, so that her tiny anus was revealed in the spread of her luscious asscheeks.

Put him back in me, will you please?” Sam asked, looking over her shoulder at me. Tommy’s cock, harder than ever, had been dislodged from Sam’s cunt when she’d turned around. I’d never touched another man’s penis before. What the hell, I thought to myself, and reached out to take hold of my buddy’s shaft. It pulsed in my grasp. I aimed it between Sam’s puffy pussy lips, planting the fat knob just right, then watched as Sam sank down to take it all inside with a passionate sigh.

“Now you,” she said, reaching back to pull her cheeks open. Kneeling between Tommy’s legs, I maneuvered in close and gently pushed my slippery cock into Sam’s back hole. Her orifice admitted my crown willingly enough and sealed up tight around the circumference of my shaft as I slid in deep. “Ahh,” Sam muttered, “that’s incredible . . . ” Her voice drifted off as she focused her whole being on the sensation of two cocks penetrating her. Then she began rocking to and fro between us with assurance, her dreadlocks flying about. As I watched my cock cram in and out of her delectable ass, I could see Tommy’s dick beneath mine, pistoning in and out of her pussy. I could feel him in there, too, as his knob slid back and forth just below mine in its own channel. I’d never been part of a DP before and I don’t think Tommy had either, but apparently we were hitting the right notes, because Sam was going crazy. She especially liked when Tommy reached for the fleshy globes of her ass and spread them for me, making my thrusts go even deeper. Sam came moments later with shrieks of joy that reverberated off the walls of her small bedroom. Tommy was the next to climax; his cock popped free of Sam’s pussy at the last moment and his semen shot up against the underside of my balls.

Some of it even went into my asscrack—I guess the way I was fucking Sam left me pretty open back there—and the shocking sensation, combined with the sexy spasms of Sam’s sphincter, put me over the edge. I pulled out of her tight hole and squirted my load all over her fair behind.
A little while later, we all crammed into Sam’s small shower, and that was pretty fun, too. Afterward, we climbed into Sam’s bed with her between Tommy and me, and we all fell asleep to the crackling of the woodstove.

In the morning, Tommy and I made breakfast for Sam. The weather outside looked gray and drizzly, but she wanted to go back to the river, and whatever Sam wanted, we wanted, too. So we piled into her pickup—Tommy and I had left all our gear in the back—and Sam drove to one of her favorite spots. She parked the truck, and we hiked down through the overgrowth to a place on the riverbank where we were utterly alone. For a while, we cast our lines, as intermittent sprinkles fell softly from the clouds, but I knew that the three of us were all thinking about something else.

Sure enough, fishing soon gave way to a mutual desire for carnal pleasures. It was Sam who gave the cue. A sudden shaft of sunlight through a hole in the overcast sky seemed to inspire her. Propping her fly rod against a tree, she sat down on the damp earth at the river’s edge and began to undress. Watching her, I absently dropped my fishing rod, while the rod in my pants grew long and hard. Sam shed her clothes completely, baring her smooth, pale skin to the rustling river and the tangled green banks. She reclined on her elbows, completely unconcerned that the ground beneath her was damp or that the ends of her dreadlocks were sweeping up bits of leaves and twigs. Her expression when she turned to Tommy and me was so full of desire that we went to her immediately.

I knelt down between Sam’s legs and dipped my face into her pussy. The honey-blonde pubes adorning her vagina glistened with the wetness of her excitement. Tommy, meanwhile, dropped to his knees beside Sam’s shoulders and busied himself with sucking and caressing her breasts. She rested one hand on Tommy’s head and the other on mine as we happily tended to her pleasure. Spreading her plump pussy lips with my fingers, I explored her pink recesses with my tongue and lapped up her tasty juices. She quivered all over when I closed my lips around her swollen clit. Gently but firmly, I sucked that sensitive little nub against my teeth, which made Sam squirm more stridently. She arched her back, feeding her nipples to Tommy’s hungry mouth as she sighed happily.

A few more sprinkles suddenly rained down on us, speckling Sam’s skin with gleaming droplets that made her beautiful body more sexy than ever. She got on her hands and knees, unzipped Tommy’s pants, and took his dick into her mouth. I continued to eat her pussy, but I was doing it from behind now, with the mud-smeared globes of her rump right there above my face. The night before I’d been balls-deep in that ass, pounding away until Sam had screamed with ecstasy. Now her tight little hole was begging for a piece of the action again. I ran my tongue from Sam’s luscious pussy up along her perineum to her smaller hole and licked twice around the puckered opening, then headed south again. Sam yipped with delight, so I continued licking back and forth from one erogenous zone to the other until her ardor was stratospheric. She pushed the fleshy lips of her sex against my face, until a final shudder tightened her entire frame. With a fierce cry she came hard against my mouth, drenching my lips and chin with her pussy juice.

I sat back for a moment and glanced over at Tommy, whose thick cock was still sliding back and forth between Sam’s lips. Rousing herself from her orgasmic swoon, she began blowing Tommy’s cock with a vengeance. I stripped off my pants and boxers as fast as I could, then knelt behind Sam once more and slotted my cock in the groove of her pussy. The moment she felt my knob nudging her back there, she rocked back sharply, making my whole shaft plunge inside her eager hole.

Moaning, she pitched forward—taking Tommy’s shaft deep into her mouth—then swayed back against my groin again. In that fashion, Sam seesawed between Tommy and me for several minutes, rhythmically taking us at opposite ends as she raced toward another orgasm. I held firmly to her hips and jacked hard into her, lost in a pleasure so sublime that I didn’t notice when Tommy decided to slide underneath Sam in a sixty-nine. Suddenly, I saw his face down there, right below her pussy and my jackhammering cock. She lowered her mouth to his manhood and slurped away wolfishly, while he stared up at the sight of my dick pistoning in and out of her cunt.

Then he did more than stare. He reached up and started playing with Sam’s clit. Sam responded with a jolt of pleasure that tightened her pussy’s grip on my cock. A moment later, I felt Tommy’s fingers on me, touching my penis as it thrust into Sam’s syrupy depths. Things were happening fast. It all felt so good that I just kept fucking Sam like a madman.

Emboldened, Tommy stuck out his tongue and lapped at the juncture of Sam’s slit and my cock. Sam quaked from head to toe; I was so shocked and aroused that I felt the cream rise in my balls. My buddy was downright eager now as he applied his mouth and fingers to Sam’s pussy and my slamming spike, lathering up the whole flashpoint. I couldn’t take any more, and said so, bellowing into the fragile quiet of our wild surroundings.

Pulling out of Sam at the last second, I squirted my semen all over her back and buttocks. It was an impressive geyser that went on for quite a while; I felt completely drained afterward. Sam came a moment later, pushed to her second zenith of the morning by the relentless strumming of Tommy’s tongue against her clit. She dug her hands into the mud and shuddered mightily through her lengthy climax. She never stopped working on Tommy’s stiff pole, though, and he erupted a short while later, the cream spouting from his cock like a fountain. Sam swallowed a lot of it, but a few blasts landed on her chest and neck. Laughing, the three of us jumped up and ran into the river to clean off in the bracing water.

Tommy and I left for home that afternoon with an offer from Sam to help us use our rods again, any time. That’s an offer we could never refuse.