The worst

The weekend came and we all arrived at the campsite. Misha and Hank had already introduced me to Stan and Trish Gibson. Trish was had short blonde hair and looked to be in her late thrities. Her husband was slightly pudgy and in his forties. I had to suffer being naked the whole time and set up all their roomy tents for them. Mine was a tiny pup tent.

No sooner had I finished when Hank announced he would be cooking supper for everyone. But first we all went on a hike. Misha and Hank held hands, while I was the last one in the group stumbling and behind with bare feet cutting over rocks on the trail.

Trish had asked if there was a bathroom up ahead and Misha answered back.

"Oh, that's why I brought my husband along. Go behind those bushes and use this mouth as a toilet."

"I'd hate to have to do that. I feel bad enough as it is he is not allowed to wear clothes."

"Nonsense! That is the only reason we brought him," Hank said.

Trish glanced at her husband who nodded and she lead me behind the bushes. She undid her pants and I saw her blue panties come down as she pulled them, to reveal a nice tight ass. She let me put my mouth over her shaved pussy and I waited a few moments but her pee shot into my mouth and I swallowed fast. Then I licked her clean and she pulled up her underwear and pants.

When we made our way back to the group, she said smiling, "Not too bad."

The hike was awful on my feet. When we arrived back, Hank told me to get fire wood and soon a roaring fire was made. Hank was cooking in a large pot and everyone sat around and chatted except me. I knew he was up to something with the way he would occassionally look at me.

"Dinner's ready!"

Everyone had large bowls of homemade chili Hank made except for me. And my stomach was gnawing with hunger. After everyone had at least two bowls full, he locked the rest in the car to keep animals and me from getting any.

They sat by the warm fire while I had to stay in my place further back where I shivered naked in the chill of the night. Then Trish stood up and said she needed to find a bathroom.

"That's what my husband is for dear," Misha said.

"Oh, but it's not pee this time, " she answered holding her stomach.