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  A Week On The Big Snake

  An MMF Cuckold Story

  Allie Castro

  Contents

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  I. A Game

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  II. An Argument

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  III. Engagement

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  IV. Everafter

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Afterword

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  SERIES

  Landlord

  Obsessed

  The Cayman Proxy

  Separate Schools

  Keely

  Six Weeks In Winter

  Chelsea Hates Libby

  EPIC NOVELS

  Cherry Blossoms

  Maggie

  Learning Lessons

  Happy Endings

  NOVELS

  Going A Little Too Far

  Pool Party

  Après Ski

  Rachel’s Truth

  NOVELLAS

  Watching Natalie Cheat

  Watching Natalie Again

  Inconceivable

  Mary’s Pledge

  One Night Only (by Becky Haze)

  A Week On The Big Snake (by Allie Castro)

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  Models on cover are meant for illustrative purposes only.

  All characters are over the age of eighteen.

  A WEEK ON THE BIG SNAKE

  Humiliated On The River

  33,000 words

  First Edition. September 14, 2019.

  Copyright © 2019 Allie Castro

  Written by Allie Castro

  Cover by Allie Castro

  Part 1

  A Game

  1

  The conversation began in an amusing way. Emma said they were all the same to her. Rachel joked she couldn’t pick her boyfriend, Matt, out of a lineup. Emma’s boyfriend, Mickey, was insulted, as was Matt, Will, and Sully. Emma defended herself saying, No, now she was sure she could pick Mickey’s out of a lineup. Rachel then said she agreed, they’re all the same, just off by a little.

  They hadn’t even been drinking. Alcohol was too heavy to pack, and they were forty-five miles down the Big Snake River having just set up camp. No one remembered how they ended up talking about penises, but it was all-too-hilarious—so much so Will’s girlfriend, Heather, had doubled over and rolled to her side, hugging her knees, laughing till coughing at the outrageous destination of what had begun as a sensible, thought-provoking conversation between eight college-educated mid-twenty-year-olds.

  “I’m serious,” Rachel continued, incensed. “Guys make way too much of it—in the dark they’re all the same...”

  Megan folded her arms, gave a stern and stuffy look, imitating Rachel, proclaiming then: “Change my mind,” nodding once, her lips pursed and down-turned, chin-dimpled, harrumphing.

  Seeing herself in the imitation, Rachel burst out laughing, but pleaded, “It’s true!”

  Emma piped up. “Maybe you haven’t met the right one yet.” She winked and laughed.

  The mood accelerated, everyone letting out a rising Oh no you didn’t! moan, at the insinuation Rachel’s boyfriend, Matt, wasn’t packing. Matt rolled his eyes as everyone looked his way. He shook his head, said, “I do all right.”

  Eyes shifted to Emma’s boyfriend, Mickey, at the possibility he was hung. He looked chuffed for the moment, chest inflated, saying nothing but soaking in the stares. Emma corrected everyone. “Oh no,” she said, wagging a finger, assuring them all, “Mickey’s just like all the rest.”

  Laughter followed, and now Mickey looked cross, letting his arms hang apish, scolding her, “But you’ve...” He couldn’t finish the prompt—she knew what a big one was like?...

  Emma saw where Mickey headed, and her eyebrows popped up. “Oh no, I agree with them,” she laughed, soothed a hand on Mickey’s thigh, “I’m being funny.”

  “I don’t know, guys,” Sully said, looking around for support, “this is really kind of fucking insulting.”

  The girls laughed.

  Four couples, all friends from college, gathered at a beachside fire at a peaceful spot in a bend on the Big Snake. It had been a long day of paddling—their third day on the river—and they’d arrived at this pre-destined campsite already furnished with a cook tent and food supplies by the tour operator Will had hired along with Matty. The river trip had been their idea, a way for all the friends to get outside together, celebrate the finale of their last year in grad school, do something significant in that window of time before they all got lost in their future professional lives. It was July, and each of the eight had executive jobs lined up, commencing variably between August and October. This might be their last shot at the youthful freedom they’d all been enjoying. There was Mickey and Emma, dating two years; Rachel and Matty, dating since first year; Megan and Sully, dating only a year (a wonderful setup by Will’s matchmaker girlfriend, Heather). And he and Heather were the longest-lived couple of the group. Eleven years now they’d been together, and even though they were all twenty-five, he and Heather sometimes seemed the elders of the ensemble.

  Along for the trip, hanging off to the side and smirking, enjoying the ribald show, was their tour guide for the week-long trip down the picturesque river. Kyle was no haggard bush man or woodsy misanthrope, he was a youngish fun-loving guy they’d all been getting along with, and the guy endured and enjoyed all the friends’ dumb jokes and zingers—including this outrageous yet thorough examination of perceived penis size. He’d made them comfortable along the trip and was a capable guide for them, leading them down the river in his custom and well-packed canoe.

  “No, really,” Matt agreed. “Like, you couldn’t tell us apart in the dark; we’re just interchangeable sex-beings...”

  “Walking dildos,” Megan joked, and got lots of support from the girls, even Heather leaning over and slapping a high-five.

  “Wow, guys,” Mickey continued. “I don’t think I like this brave new woman world.” It was delivered as a joke, but they all heard the sting in his voice.

  Megan said, “Frightened of bold and independent women, Mickey?”

  “Your frankness kills the tradition of romance, Counselor.”

  Megan rolled her eyes. She was the law student of the group, and a good arguer. “Frankness is no longer the domain of man.”

  Sully said, “Frankly, Im offended.”

  Heather said, “If it makes you feel any better, we all, I’m sure,” rolling her eyes, looking at the other girls, mitigating, “love what each of you have, and despite their similarities could distinguish y
ou from another.”

  Megan gave her a compassionate look. Nice Heather, sweet Heather... But Megan and all the other girls knew Heather had only ever been with Will. But now Megan’s brow raised as she realized her expression insinuated she thought the girls couldn’t tell the difference between their boyfriends’ and past lovers. She said, “You’re right, Heather, we could definitely tell.” A smirk tugged her lips.

  That’s when Matt proposed the craziest thing any of them had ever heard...

  2

  At Matt’s pronouncement, river guide Kyle laughed, put up his hands in surrender, realizing this conversation had just excluded him. He backed away, still chuckling. The girls were uproarious with laughter. Emma and Rachel fell against each other, their faces red. Heather slapped her knee three times, her mouth wide, showing off her white teeth.

  Matt called after Kyle, saying, “Oh no, did we scare you off?”

  Kyle stopped, turned around, said, “This has got to be the craziest tour group I’ve had.”

  Rachel said, “Come on, Kyle, we can’t be that bad.”

  “Not bad, just, you know…”

  “Don’t let us scare you off, Kyle,” Heather said, waving for him to come back.

  This was Matt’s pronouncement: if the girls were so sure they were all the same and yet distinguishable, they would take a blind test. Feel them all and pick out the one that was theirs. They’d said they were all the same, but then backtracked, saying they could still tell the difference. If so, ladies, prove it. Put your money where your mouth is...

  Rachel leaned her back against a rock, folding her arms. It was serious business now, hilarity fading. “There’s no way we’re touching all your dicks. Nice try though, Matty.”

  “You’re just full of shit, that’s all,” Matt said. “If we ever said something about you girls’ sexuality being interchangeable or you’re all just the same hole under a blanket and it doesn’t matter who we stick it in, you would all lose your shit. And, really, none of us would blame you.” He looked right at her. “Because it would be a super-shitty thing to say to someone you loved.”

  The girls chuckled, but the sound restricted; they could see his point.

  Rachel said, “We’re not full of shit. They’re all, like, the same, they’re interchangeable, size wise. But we could tell which one’s which.”

  “You’re just saying that to make us feel better, but your shitty statement’s out there, an ugly blot.”

  The girls laughed and elbowed each other. Emma said, “Their egos are so fragile.”

  Will joined in, taking his buddies’ side. “And you’re so callous.”

  Heather cocked her head, made a sad face to him. “Aw, baby,” she assured him. “I could definitely pick yours out of a lineup.”

  Matt leaned in between their gaze, got Heather’s attention. “Prove it then.”

  The girls all smirked, shook their heads, gave each other sly sidelong glances.

  Kyle was standing off to the edge of the ring of their group, arms folded, smirking, enjoying the show. He nodded his head toward the main tent, the one that held the gear, the cooking equipment, the two-room one where he slept. He spoke up. “You don’t have to touch them all. One girl goes in the tent, examines only one, comes out. Like the Newlywed Game, she holds up a card at the end saying if it was her boyfriend or not.”

  This proposal was met with a five-second silence then was broken with more uproarious cachinnation. But this time, the girls liked it. Maybe because it wasn’t one of their boyfriends luring them into something weird (which Will was sure the guys had all done at one time or another), this was an outside agent. A referee. Someone impartial. What Kyle proposed was ameliorating. You don’t have to go and touch all of them...

  Rachel asked, “How would it work?”

  Kyle said, “What, you’re serious?”

  “You’re the only one making sense,” Heather said, watching him.

  Kyle scratched his sandy beard, raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know. I was kidding. But, yes,” he said, pivoting on a heel, looking back at the main tent. “All the guys go in the big tent. You girls go in one at a time wearing a blindfold. You touch one, you say nothing, you exit. Next girl goes in—no talking—touches another one. She come out... And I’m like that guy who was the host of the game show. I ask you all at the end if it was your boyfriend or not. You write down on a card ‘boyfriend’ or ‘not my boyfriend,’ flip it around to show the audience...”

  More laughter. Even Sully was getting in on it. “Yeah, all right. Put your money where your mouth is.”

  Heather said, “What do we win if we get it right?”

  Will said, “Bragging rights,” not sure why he even spoke up. He didn’t want them to do this at all.

  “Some bragging rights,” Megan said, rolling her eyes, “believe me, I go in that tent, come out and get it right, I’m not telling anybody...”

  Kyle said sweetly, “I think you would probably get your boyfriend’s everlasting love.”

  Two of the girls blew raspberries, then all of them laughed.

  Matt said, “What—that doesn’t matter to you?”

  “It matters, it matters,” they all said, still laughing and putting up hands to assure them they were only kidding.

  “So, how about it,” Kyle said now, gesturing toward the tent.

  Emma said, “Look at the ringmaster now. Kyle was backing out a second ago, ready to abandon us on the river.”

  Kyle nodded, looked to the guys, said, “I bet the girls can do it.”

  The girls beamed, nodding at him graciously.

  “They better be able to do it,” Matt said.

  “We would,” Rachel said.

  Mickey said, “Yeah. All right, let’s do it.”

  Emma said, “Uh, no. I’m not touching anybody’s dick.”

  Mickey frowned. “What if it’s your boyfriend’s?”

  “What if it’s not?” she laughed, folding against her friends who all joined in. But they weren’t saying no, and it astounded Will. Heather would never agree to this...

  Megan said to Emma, “You’re not having sex with him. Just put your hand on it, see if you recognize it...”

  “Oh shit,” Mickey said, “she might recognize more than one...”

  Emma leaned back, snatched a Clif bar, hurled it at her boyfriend. Mickey’s arms were folded, and he flinched, laughing, hunching up his shoulders. The Clif bar bounced off his neck.

  Megan said, “Emma has trouble with faces, but she never forgets a penis…”

  Emma turned and punched Megan’s arm in a good-natured way.

  “Ow,” Megan said, moving aside, rubbing where she’d been hit.

  Mickey said, “Who’s got a bandanna?”

  Heather said, “A bandanna for what?”

  Mickey said, “We need a blindfold for you ladies...”

  3

  Now all the guys were in the big tent, including Kyle, who was going to be in charge of ushering in the fair blindfolded maidens, making sure they didn’t trip and hurt themselves while on their way to touch a dick.

  Will said, “This is so stupid.”

  Sully said, “So don’t do it.”

  Mickey laughed, said, “Yeah, don’t worry—one of us will put our dicks in Heather’s hand for you.”

  He grumbled. Lots of snickering now, the guys getting ready, everyone a little nervous, but eager and into it, grabbing at their crotches, probably trying to plump some life into what they had in preparation.

  “You guys are fucking hilarious,” Kyle said in a low voice, his hand parting the tent flap and peeping out at the girls gathered around the fire waiting to be called in.

  Matt said, “I know, right?”

  Sully asked him: “This the craziest thing you’ve seen out here on the river?”

  Kyle agreed. “Craziest thing, guys, hands down.”

  Sully said, “The girls better be able to fucking tell.”

  Mickey said, “If Emma can’t
tell it’s mine, I’m going to be so pissed.”

  Sully said, “Who says you’re the one putting your dick in Emma’s hand?”

  Mickey scoffed. “I’m not letting one of you toads put your dick in my girlfriend’s hand.” They all laughed, then sniggered agreement.

  Kyle said, “All right now, you guys get your flies down.”

  More snickering, a bunch of twenty-five-year-olds acting like twelve-year-olds now. The four guys gathered together, and Will couldn’t believe he was even doing this. But for some reason, as much as he hated the idea, now he was hard.

  While they were close together, they all turned their backs to each other as they drew down their zippers. No one even considered how juvenile it was—or if they did, didn’t express it—and they didn’t even seem bothered that Kyle was there, a guy who didn’t even know them. The fact they’d all convinced their straight-laced girlfriends to do something kind of kinky and dirty had got the momentum going and now the ball was rolling downhill, picking up speed, and none of them wanted to be the guy to knock it off the path.

  Kyle said, “Take your pants right down.”

  “Geez, River Guide Kyle,” Matt said in a high, frightened voice, “What kind of game is this?”