0 comments/ 15923 views/ 3 favorites Camp Swampy Sexcapades By: old_n_dirrty Sheila Buxley had the best job in the world. She had started out in the secretarial pool at Camp Swampy when she was 21 and fresh out of business school. Although her clerical skills were moderate, her personality and willingness to take on new responsibilities soon garnered the attention of General Halftrack, and shortly, he began the process to have her transferred to his office. He was more than aware of the fact that she had a killer body and loved to show it off. When the General called her in for an interview, Miss Buxley dressed as conservatively as she could. Her skirt was modest, and her blouse, while bordering on transparent, was adequate office attire. The General slyly looked at her full breasts, and tried to guess their size. He had made up his mind the week before in the Officers' Club when her current boss had drunkenly lamented about her slutty attire, but not wanting to fuck him. General Halftrack wasn't interested in fucking, but he did relish an occasional blowjob from a woman as sexy as this. "Miss Buxley, I must say your credentials are excellent and your present office will be sorry to lose you if we come to an agreement here today. I must say I am concerned that you seem to like wearing outfits that push the boundaries of proper military attire. Do you have any thoughts on this matter?" he asked as he rose from his chair and walked around the desk to her side, close enough to get a hint of her perfume. He had not noticed that she was wearing hose, but as he approached her, she began to inch her skirt higher on her thighs, finally exposing the lace tops of her silk-encased legs. Looking into his eyes, she knew she had won this battle, saying rather plaintively, "But General, I'm not in the military. Yes, my clothes are a bit stylish, but I like to think I make them sexy. Like my blouse-if I unbutton these two top buttons, don't you agree that the view is much better?" she said as she unfastened the two straining buttons, exposing the tops of the smoothest, creamiest breasts that the General had ever seen. "I mean, anybody could wear this blouse to church, but I like to go other places. My salary won't allow me to spend money on 'work clothes and dress clothes,' so I just have to make do." Her breasts were rising and falling slightly and her eyes seemed to pull him down to her quivering mouth. He caught himself before he leaned to kiss her, and clearing his throat, said, "Miss Buxley, what you are saying makes perfect sense. You have the job on two conditions. First, I will get you on a clothing expense account so that you may supplement your wardrobe, hopefully with sexy outfits that will open a lot of eyes and make my fellow officers envy me. Secondly, I will require a blowjob on the first Saturday of every month, here on this desk, at nine AM. It must be thorough with all the accompanying fluids cleaned up so that I can make my 10:00 tee time. What's it going to be?" Sheila Buxley knew a good deal when she saw it and jumped up to hug him, allowing her breasts to bounce and jiggle seductively within the confines of her bra. The hug she gave and the kiss she planted on him sealed the deal. "Oh, Thank You, General! You'll not regret this. If sexy is what you want, sexy is what you'll get," she said, rubbing his erect cock through his uniform pants. "You want to jump start your benefits?" "No, not today. I have to go and brag to my buddies. Just be here tomorrow morning dressed to tease!" he laughed, walking her to the door and watching her walk to her car, swinging her ass emphatically. "Not bad for an old fart!" he thought. The next morning, General Halftrack hurried to his office, but was still unable to get in before Miss Buxley. She was sitting primly at her desk, barely acknowledging his entrance, and dressed conservatively. Wanting to see what the week would bring, he let the matter rest, and noted little change in her appearance until Friday, which was the fourth of the month. This morning, she wore a soft, curve-hugging dress that matched the color of her blue eyes perfectly. When he walked into the office and greeted everyone, she caught his eye and winked seductively. As he sat down, his computer flashed a message from her. "Call me to your office." He buzzed her and when she came in, he was glad he was sitting down. Her dress might as well have been transparent. Every soft, delectable curve of her body was outlined by the material of the "Come Fuck Me!" dress. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, creating delightful tents of strained cloth. Hugging her hips, the dress ended at mid-thigh. What he hadn't noticed before was the fact that the front of the dress was held closed by a series of buttons, starting at the hem and ending at the neckline. When she turned to close the door, he saw nothing to indicate panties. "That is a very nice dress, Miss Buxley," said the General, as she came around the desk and stood at his side. "Thank you, General. I bought it this week from my special clothing account. Do you really like it?" she asked. "Oh, yes. It is the model of understated sexiness, and with your body, it's almost as if you have something in mind," he said, inhaling her intoxicating perfume. "Well, General, we have to get you in the mood for your treat tomorrow. I thought I might wear something special to let you know what you're in for. Would you like me to wear anything special in the morning?" she asked, innocently toying with the top button of the dress. "Why don't you surprise me?" he answered, feeling his cock stirring in his pants. "You're sure?" she asked. "Absolutely. That will be part of the deal. Whatever you choose to wear will be fine. I'm sure you can make a nun's habit sexy," he said, adjusting the front of his uniform as his cock grew. "I can handle that," she said sweetly, bending down to kiss his cheek lightly. "Oh, by the way, don't leave early today." "Why not?" he asked. "Well, one button of this dress will get unbuttoned every half hour until five o'clock. You wouldn't want to miss the show!" she said, as she left his office. Mentally kicking himself for not counting the buttons, he calculated the number that would be unfastened by the end of the day. Were there that many buttons? Would she flash him on his way to the car? These thoughts, along with Saturday's promise occupied his mind so that he actually got nothing done that morning. When he went to lunch, Miss Buxley was walking across the office towards him. Several buttons had been opened from the hem of the dress, exposing a pair of silky thighs, almost to their juncture at her pussy. Walking on, he caught her eye and nodded curtly. "I'll be back in an hour," he said, leaving the office. When he returned, she was sitting at her desk next to his office. He noticed that two of the top buttons had been opened, drawing his eyes to her chest. Wondering what five o'clock would bring, he managed to busy himself until mid-afternoon. Unable to stand it any longer, he buzzed Miss Buxley. "Could you come in here, please?" When she came in this time, she took his breath away. Her skirt was still fairly modest, but her top was threatening to expose her magnificent breasts. He could see the curve of each breast, and was delighted by the slight jiggle as she walked to his side. "What do you think?" she asked, as she leaned down, sliding her arm around his neck, drawing his face to her exposed cleavage. "I think you're fucking fantastic, and if I wasn't in this office, I'd try and fuck your brains out," he answered, slipping a hand into the open top of her dress and cupping her perfect tit. When he pinched the nipple, she groaned and tightened her arm around his neck, pulling his face to her chest and holding it there. "By five o'clock, I'll only have six buttons left fastened. Don't miss the show!" Waiting until he heard most of the staff leave, General Halftrack peeked out his door. Miss Buxley was the only person left in the office, and when she saw him looking, she stood up and let him gaze at her day's work. True to her word, only six buttons held the dress closed. The top one was at her navel, and the bottom one was level with her pussy. "Well?" she asked, turning from side to side. "Will you be ready in the morning?" "Oh, fuck yeah! I'll be ready," he replied, watching her wink over her shoulder as she left the office. Nine AM found the General in his office, sitting at his desk, with his pants unzipped and his seven-inch cock in his hand. He heard the outer door open and close, and held his breath as Miss Buxley strode into his office. Wearing a trench coat, she walked to the end of his desk and stopped. "What'cha got there big man?" she asked, untying the coat's belt and beginning to unbutton it. "I've got the finest cock you've ever wrapped those pretty, sexy lips around," he said, rolling his chair back and showing her his very erect dick. "Oh, that is a fine-looking cock, General. But I haven't sucked it yet, so I can't truly say it's the finest. You see, they make sure we tell the truth at my school," she said as she dropped the coat and exposed her scantily clad body. "You like my school uniform, General?" she asked as she twirled around. Her plaid skirt was barely more than a wide belt. The short pleats had flown up when she twirled, giving him and unobstructed view of her shaved pussy and perfect ass. Her white top was tied snugly under her breasts, their weight straining the fabric so that her nipples were outlined. She bent down and caressed his cock, kissing the bulbous head, and tickling his slit with the tip of her tongue. Standing up, she took his hand and led him to the end of his desk. "Sit here where I can get every inch of that joystick in mouth," she said, sliding his pants and underwear to his ankles. She slowly slid her lips down his shaft until her nose was in his pubic hair, and the head of his dick was at the back of her mouth. Pulling back, she held the head in her lips and lashed it with her tongue, using one hand to fondle his hanging balls. She rolled them in her hand and continued to suck his cockhead, parting his slit with the tip of her tongue and laughing as he groaned. "You like that General? Want me to suck some cum out of that big ol' dick? I bet your come looks like this when it shoots," she said, holding the head and spitting on it twice. "Or, does it look like this?" she asked as she dribbled a copious amount of saliva onto her hand and the shaft of his cock. "I know-I'll give it a tittie bath!" Straightening up, she untied the knot under her breasts and allowed the shirt to open. As she shrugged it off, her breasts swayed enticingly and General Halftrack whispered hoarsely, "Those are some damn fine titties Miss Buxley. I'm looking forward to whatever you want to do with them." "Why Thank You kind Sir. I think you'll enjoy this!" she said, leaning back down, so her nipples were touching his thighs. She reached under her hanging breasts and cupped them as she neared his balls. Dribbling more saliva on the head of his dick, she moved her titties to his shaft and held them in place around its entire length. Slowly she moved them up and down, keeping his shaft wet and slick. Occasionally she would lean down and lick his cockhead, until finally he grunted and said, "Here it comes!" "Let me have that jizz, General! Shoot it deep in my mouth!" she squealed as she replaced her titties with her mouth, and grabbed the General's hips, pulling him as deep in her suctioning mouth as she could. When the General shot his load, she sucked as if she were drinking the nectar of life and swallowed every drop. Easing her lips upwards, she continued to suck, draining every drop of his cum from his balls. Patting his deflating cock, she purred, "Not bad. I enjoyed that! Did you?" she asked coquettishly. "Yes I did. I just wish I were young enough to get this old cock in your pussy," he replied, standing up and fastening his pants. "You'd probably kill me, but what a way to go!" He leaned in to kiss her and told her to lock up when he left. The next month followed a similar pattern, with Miss Buxley providing plenty of eye candy and making the General's situation the envy of his fellow officers. On the first Saturday of the month, he was stationed behind his desk, dick in hand, when she arrived. Today, she wore a swimsuit covereup, tied loosely around her waist with a sash. He could see quite a bit of skin and very little fabric. As she untied and shrugged the coverup off, he swore softly at the sexy vision standing before him. Sheila Buxley, 36D-cup breasts, 22-inch waist, and succulent, perfect 36-inch hips stood before him in a red slingshot bikini. The material attempting to cover her nipples was about an inch wide and see-thru, while the strings that held everything together nestled between her cuntlips in front and her ass in back. Her breasts almost touched in the center of her chest, reminding the General of his last tifuck. "I must say Miss Buxley, you are certainly dressed sexily. Is this for me?" he asked, standing and showing her his cock, a drop of precum forming at his slit. "You know it is, General, although I do plan on going to the lake and getting some sun after I suck your cock," she replied, parading around the office, striking a variety of poses to heighten his anticipation. "Do you want me to take this off, or would you rather imagine me on the adult beach, getting my titties and pussy lips sunburned?" "It doesn't matter, my Dear. Just the thought of you lying naked in the sun gets my engine running," he laughed as he sat down and rolled his chair to the center of the office and leaned back, his cock pointing skyward. She knelt and crawled towards him, her eyes on his cock and her lips glistening. "Did you like how I sucked your cock last month? Would you rather I take it all in my throat and let you fuck my mouth?" By now, she was within and inch of his cockhead, her breath cool, yet exciting. "Any way you want my Dear. Just get those hot lips on there," he said breathlessly, holding the shaft and wagging it in her face. She kissed the crown gently, and before he knew what was happening, she had slid his entire shaft down her throat, just using her mouth. When the head bumped the back of her throat, she didn't slow down, and as it slipped into her throat, the pressure was incredible. He almost lost his load, and held her head still for a few seconds. "Whew, Miss Buxley! I won't last long like that! Where did you learn to suck cock like that? I never had such a blowjob. Give me a minute," he said, leaning back and pulling his cock almost out of her mouth. She licked his cockhead and tongued his slit. She looked into his eyes, smiling, and let her tongue play over his crown. When his breathing leveled off, she deepthroated him again, this time holding the base of his cock with her lips and beginning to groan. Her tongue was playing the underside of his shaft like a virtuoso coaxing a lullaby from a violin. She could feel his muscles tensing, knowing that his eruption was going to be massive. General Halftrack had leaned back in his chair, his hips pumping gently, his eyes closed in euphoria. He felt the load leave the soles of his feet, travel up his legs and center itself in his balls, waiting for just the right moment to blast into the inferno engulfing his throbbing cock. Unable to speak, he simply grunted, "Unghhhh," as the biggest load of his life sprayed Miss Buxley's throat. The motion of her throat muscles as she swallowed seemed to draw more cum from everywhere in his body. The release almost caused him to pass out, and suddenly, he felt her mouth milking him for everything he had to offer. She pulled more come from his balls and continued to lave his cock, finally grabbing his dick and pumping it, getting every last drop of his nectar from his balls. Pulling her mouth off, she grinned and said, "My goodness, General. You sure do have a lot of cum. Is it just for me?" "You know damn well it is. You are undoubtedly the sexiest fucking woman on earth. I just wish I was able to enjoy the rest of your body and return the pleasure you give me. Time takes its toll though, and I am lucky to have you bestow your talents on me. As a reward, I'm doubling your clothing stipend so you can dress like the sexy, desirable woman you are every day," he said. "Oh, General, that's so sweet! Do you want an encore?" she asked, stroking his flaccid member. "As great as that sounds, I couldn't stand it. Let's just plan for next month, with maybe a little 'playtime' between now and then," he answered, finally getting his breathing back to normal. As she stood, she leaned in to kiss him, and rub his cock one more time. "Any time, any where, Baby," she said as she turned to retrieve her coverup. Shrugging into it, her tits slipped out of their "restraints" and popped into sight. "Got to go get some sun on these puppies!" She left the parking lot, and headed to Camp Swampy's recreation lake. As she sped along, she turned before the main entrance, which led to the adult section of the lake. Nude sunbathing and swimming were allowed in this area, and Sheila Buxley felt at ease baring her voluptuous body and soaking up the sun. She had learned early what kind of effect her body had on men, and she often "accidentally" flashed someone just for the thrill. She had grown into a full-blown exhibitionist and her job in General Halftrack's office only fed her desires. Miss Buxley had discovered a semi-secluded niche on the clothing-optional beach and headed straight for it. The little nook gave her plenty of sun exposure, and allowed her to see other beachgoers before they saw her. As she spread her blanket and retrieved her lotion from her bag, she noticed several hunky GI's playing volleyball. Most of them were nude, and she smiled at the variety of cocks bouncing around as they batted the ball. By now, she had slithered out of her strings and was getting ready to apply her lotion. Squirting a glob on her chest, she smiled, remembering the General's huge load she had taken earlier. As she massaged the warm lotion on her breasts, she gently pulled her nipples, realizing that she was still turned on. Sliding her hands down her body, she slipped a finger between her cuntlips and was excited to feel her clit protruding from its hood. Rubbing her finger over it lightly, she opened her legs slightly. Still pulling her nipple with her other hand, she realized how close she was to coming. Just a little more pressure, just a little further down and into her pussy and all the lights in the universe exploded at once. Clamping her hand between her legs, Sheila diddled her cunt until the wonderful spasms passed. Giving her nipple a final pull, she extracted her finger and licked it clean. As her breathing returned to normal, her phone buzzed with a message. "I know what you did this morning," it read. A little disturbed, she sent back, "Who are you?" "Beetle Bailey, at your service," came the reply. "What the fuck do you mean?" she asked. "I can explain better in person. OK if I come over?" "I guess so." Looking around, she saw him approaching from the bar area, his toned body glistening in the sun, a confident smile on his face. What really caught Sheila's attention was his cock swinging between his legs. It looked to be about seven inches long and as big around as her wrist. The shaft was larger than the head, which was perfectly shaped. "Damn, what a pretty dick!" she thought as he neared her. "Hello, Miss Buxley," he said as he sat beside her, his cock flopping of its own accord against his leg. "Now I know why you have no tan lines." Now more inquisitive than disturbed, she asked, "Do you make a habit of spying at the nude beach?" Camp Swampy Sexcapades "Habit? No. Nude beach? No. Is it my job? Yes." He answered matter-of-factly. "I don't understand," she said. "Well, you know that Camp Swampy is a huge Army base, but did you know that it is a training facility for counterespionage?" he asked. "Well, no-I thought it was just to teach you guys to march and stuff. Is it really for spy stuff?" she asked, her interest piqued. "I had no idea." "That's the idea. Hopefully we can train agents to be invisible in plain sight, yet obtain information that may be useful. When I found out that General Halftrack had hired you for his office, I knew we were in for some fun. I sent one of my trainees to install four cameras, and we saw what you did for the old man. I must say, Miss Buxley, you suck cock very well," he said, watching her face closely. "I-I don't know what to say. I mean somehow, I feel violated, but the thought of you guys watching me gives me a sort of perverse thrill. After all, he does want me to dress provocatively, and I sure don't want to disappoint him." "You're not disappointing him, I assure you. He's really enjoying the scenery you bring to his office, and he's the envy of most of the other officers on post. I mean, just look at you. You have the body of a goddess, with perfectly shaped and sized breasts, your legs seem to be sculpted by an artist, and your face is angelic. To go along with all that, you've got a beautiful smile and personality. All in all, Miss Buxley, you're the complete package," said Beetle, his eyes boring into hers, captivating her. "Oh, Beetle, you're just saying that," she replied, smiling demurely and hiding the fact that she was not only extremely pleased at his assessment, but she was getting aroused again. "How can I show you my appreciation?" she asked, sitting up and leaning towards Beetle so that her tits almost brushed his chest. "And stop calling me Miss Buxley-I'm Sheila." "OK, Sheila," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I guess we're well acquainted enough to be on a first name basis. Why don't we have some fun? You up for some innocent exhibitionism?" "Sure, but I've got to tell you, I'm getting very horny," she answered. "Tell you what-we'll play here today, but soon, we'll get serious, OK?" he asked, standing up and allowing his swinging cock to move very close to her face. "Tell me what you want me to do," she said, standing and holding his arm against her titties. "Let me see. Why don't you put your suit back on and walk by the volleyball game? When you get even with them, let your tits 'pop' out, and try to act embarrassed." As she bent to retrieve her suit, Beetle took in her ass in all its glory, her asscheeks spread, and her cuntlips showing her glistening slit. "Do you think you can walk? You're pretty wet," he said, slipping a finger into her cunt and stroking slowly. "Not if you keep that up. How long is that dick of yours?" she asked, loving the stimulation. "Long enough to do the job. Go make those soldiers' day!" he told her as she moved off his finger and stepped into her suit. When she had it adjusted, her nipples and pussy were almost covered with thin material, held together by strings. "I'm so wet it might slide into my slit," she said. "All the better," said Beetle, taking in her fabulous body and feeling his cock begin to grow. He watched as she strode toward the water's edge. The volleyball game came to an abrupt halt as she bent down, appearing to be looking at something in the sand. Her ass was turned towards the volleyball net, giving all the players a good look at her ass split by a red string. When she stood up, she had slipped the strings over her nipples to the sides so that they curved around the outsides of her breasts, framing them with red elastic strings. "Ma'am, you are looking good," shouted one of the soldiers. "So do you guys," she shouted back, waving and starting back towards Beetle. His cock was standing at attention by now and she sighted it immediately. "Oh Beetle, your cock is magnificent!" she squealed as she approached him. "Show me how wet you are," he said. He watched her stop and tug the strings holding the fabric on her pussy, and was delighted to see it slip easily into her lips. He could even see moisture oozing down her legs as she sawed the cloth back and forth. She held the material tightly and closed her eyes. "Wet enough to cum right here, right now!" He could see her body spasm as the climax swept over her and stepped closer to massage her breasts, thumbing her nipples and smiling as she climaxed again. She slumped against his chest and let her breathing return to normal. "Wet enough for you?" she asked, pulling his mouth to hers and kissing him savagely. "When can I get at that cock?" she asked after their lips had parted. "Oh, you've got to do more than flash guys at a nude beach," he said, his hands cupping her tits and still thumbing her nipples. "I'll be in touch soon and we'll have a real adventure!" He left, assuring that he would be in touch within a few days. She watched his tight, muscular ass walk away, and thought it was one of the sexiest sights she had ever beheld. Thinking of his cock again, she lay down and fingered herself to another deliciously slow, satisfying climax. Monday at the office found Miss Buxley dressed in a deep burgundy skirt and blouse, both of which appeared to be painted on her body. The neckline of the top scooped to within an inch of her nipples, displaying the tops of her breasts like twin ice cream cones. The skirt was short and tight, and when she stood from her chair, she had to pull it back down over her full, shapely hips. Around two o'clock, her phone buzzed. Beetle had texted her, saying, "Love the outfit. Keep this up, and I'll have to expedite our plan. CU" Knowing now that Beetle, or his trainees had hidden a camera in her office, she began to exaggerate every move, occasionally flashing a downblouse shot, or parting her legs to show off her transparent thong. Still wondering about the "plan", Sheila managed to top Monday's outfit on Tuesday. She wore a white lace top that was everything but sheer. Her denim skirt was even shorter and tighter than the previous day's. The expected text was earlier today. "OK. You've convinced me. You're a true exhibitionist and I'm going to show you off before I fuck you. Meet me at PJ's bar tonight at eight. Wear something black and short, with a white thong. Sit in the last booth on the left." Barely unable to contain her excitement, she faked a headache and left work early. She knew the anticipation of a big event is often a reward in itself, and she didn't waste the opportunity to speculate on Beetle's "plan." Soaking in a delightful bubble bath, she stroked her pussy intermittently, bringing herself close, but never bringing herself to climax. She wanted to be hornier than ever when she got to the bar. She had trouble as she shaved her cuntlips to remove any trace of stubble, the gentle stroking causing every drop of blood to concentrate in her nether region. She had to sit down before she finished, allowing her breath to normalize, and the sweet sensations to abate. Finally able to walk, she ate lightly, and began to dress, which obviously didn't take a lot of time. White thong, front-zippered, come-fuck-me, little black dress, 6-inch black heels, makeup, and out the door. The taxi was on time, and she got that all-important look of approval from the driver. Arriving at the bar at 8:05, she waited before going in. "If I'm going to be the star of this show, I'm going to get their attention first," she thought, finally paying the driver at 8:15 and striding to the door. Her heart was thumping and her nipples were trying to punch holes in the bodice of here dress. She stepped into the bar and, not seeing Beetle, went to the appointed booth, expecting him to show up. The leather of the seat was cold to her ass, and made her nipples protrude even further. Just as she was getting comfortable, the server appeared with her favorite drink, and her phone buzzed. The message read: "You look delightfully decadent. You must be a naughty girl from the clothes you're wearing." She looked around to find him, but was not able to see anyone who resembled Beetle. After taking a sip of her drink, her phone buzzed again. "Are you sure you're up to this?" By way of answering, she slowly began unzipping her dress. When she had gotten the zipper even with the bottom curve of her breasts, she threw her chest out and turned sideways in the booth. "Nice!" came the message. Turning back, she took her drink and held it between the globes of her tits, wetting them, and licking around the rim of the glass. "Show me a tit." Ever so slowly, she moved the zipper lower, and when she could, extracted on of her breasts from her dress. "Rub it!" Beginning to enjoy, not only the show, but the sensations in her body, she massaged her breast, rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and almost gave in to the thrill. "Suck it!" She lifted the nipple to her mouth, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. "That's fucking hot! Is your pussy wet?" Holding her breast to her mouth with one hand, she slid the other between her legs and found a very wet thong. Nodding her head, she continued kissing her nipple. "Leave your tit out and finger yourself." Pulling her thong aside with one hand, she gently eased a finger into her sopping cunt and moved it slowly back and forth. "Now two!" She did as directed, and was amazed at how easily her fingers slid in and out. Fuck, she was going to come. Looking around, her eyes wide, she finger fucked herself until she came, clamping her hand with her thighs and squirming on the seat. She realized that it was wet with her juices and smiled to herself. Taking her fingers out of her pussy, she licked them clean, exaggerating the act with her tongue, and finally sucking each of them in turn. "That was fucking hot!!! I think you need fucking. Put your tit back in, but leave the zipper where it is. Go to the bathroom and lose the thong. We'll be in the limo out front when you get there." Replacing her breast in the bodice of her dress, she realized that the curve of each breast was visible where her zipper parted. Knowing she would enjoy the attention, she strutted purposefully to the ladies' room. When she came out, her drenched thong hung on the corner of a mirror. Smiling, she strode out of the bathroom into the bar, her tits bouncing in time with her heelclicks. Every eye in the place was on her, and she smiled, enjoying putting on the show. When she got to the door, a handsome young man opened the door for her and said, "Looking great Ma'am." "Why, Thank you kind sir. You look good yourself!" she said, giving him the benefit of her best smile and reaching up to peck him on the cheek. "Can't keep my lover waiting!" When she stepped outside, Sheila Buxley could not believe her eyes. A 60's-era pink Cadillac convertible sat in front of the bar. Sergeant Snorkel was waiting with the rear door open, the chauffeur's uniform flattering his body, and the hat perched jauntily on his forehead. "Good evening Miss Buxley. You are looking extremely lovely this evening. Beetle will surely enjoy your company." She saw Beetle sitting in the back seat, a sly smile on his face. "Yes, my dear. This evening has just begun. Come show me how wet you are," he said, patting the seat beside his hip. She could see the bulge in his trousers, and knew she would be enjoying that rod soon. As she sat, she took his hand and slid it between her legs. "I'm so fucking wet, I could take that monster cock of yours in one stroke," she whispered, leaning into his shoulder, and licking his ear. "You know just how to push my buttons. I never knew just how hot showing off could make me. I may never wear formal clothes again!" Beetle had used the time to rub her cuntlips, then her clit and was astounded at how wet and slick she was. "Get that fucking dress off and stand in the seat. I want to eat that pussy now!" Sergeant Snorkel had moved the car to a darkened corner of the parking lot, and turned to watch the show. Sheila slid the dress off her body and let it pool in the floor of the car. Her nipples were like pencil erasers on her pink areola, and her breasts swayed gently with her movements. As she stepped onto the seat, she realized that her cunt would be in Beetle's face. He waited until she was within reach and pulled her pussy to his tongue. He took his time, inhaling her fragrance and blowing gently on her cunt. She shuddered and groaned, humping her hips, searching for his tongue. When he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, she almost came. Her pussy was on fire and needed little stimulation to drive her over the edge. Beetle sensed this and decided to give her what she wanted. He plunged his tongue into her slit and felt her clit as his tongue slid across it. All the anticipation of the day, dressing to expose herself, knowing she could be caught, and finally a stiff tongue on her clit drove Sheila Buxley to the top of a mountain of pleasure and over the cliff. She grabbed Beetle's ears and ground his face into her pussy, feeling her cum slicken his face and having trouble keeping his tongue on her clit. She shuddered in pleasure and slid down his body, kneeling on the seat, her ass pointed at Sergeant Snorkel. Beetle took her breasts in his hands and massaged them gently. "Ummm, that feels good," she murmured. "Almost as good as your cock against my lips. Let's get you undressed and really put on a show." "I need you to do one more thing before I put my cock in that hot pussy of yours. Look at the Sarge. He needs one of your blowjobs like the General gets. His dick isn't as long as mine, but it's full of cum. Just look at him; he's already got it out and I can see the precum on the tip," Beetle said as she turned her head to the front of the car. Sergeant Snorkel was on his knees in the front seat, his erect, dark cock standing above the back facing her. Sheila could see every vein in the shaft, and reached out tentatively to touch it. Amazed at how hot it felt, she stroked it, licking her lips and looking into his eyes. "That's some cock you've got there Sarge. Does it like to be teased and sucked slow, or does it like to be eaten by a sex-starved bitch who just wants to make it shoot in her mouth?" she asked, smiling and licking her lips sensuously. "Eat it hard and fast," he said. "I'll take it slow next time." When she got positioned at the right height, she began jacking his throbbing shaft quicker. Dropping a dollop of spit on the shaft, she pumped harder, and bent to her task. The head was massive, but she got it in and then engulfed the shaft, burying her nose in his pubic hair. Cupping his heavy balls, she slid her lips back to the tip and went down again, this time, squeezing his nuts and sliding a finger towards his asshole. When her lips got back to the head, she popped it out of her mouth and said, "OK, fucker. No more playing around. Get ready for the real thing!" This time when she sucked down his shaft, her tongue was doing a dance on the bottom and he groaned. Holding the entire cock in her mouth, she simply let her tongue do the work and felt him begin to hump against her face. Humming, she felt his muscles tense up and felt his asscheeks tighten in her hands. He grabbed her head and held it in place as the first wave exploded. She was able to suck it down and then he began to fuck her face, each thrust bringing more cum to her mouth and throat. She swallowed most of it, but some escaped around the corners of her mouth. When he had finished, he slid his dick out of her mouth and, surprisingly, bent down to kiss her and suck some of the cum out of her mouth. Their tongues swirled the precious fluid, and he finally ended by kissing the dribbles off her chin. "That was absolutely great!" he said, stroking her hair and smiling like the happy camper he was. Beetle cleared his throat and said, "If you two are through kidding around, I think I have something Miss Buxley wants. Are you ready for this, you exhibitionist slut?" She turned and saw that Beetle had shed his clothes and was waving his nine-inch cock in the cool night air. She didn't have to check to see if she was wet, she just turned and straddled his lap, letting him guide his cock into her drenched lips. No force on Earth could keep her from driving her pussy down onto his cock, taking the entire length on one stroke. Her cuntlips mashed against the skin at the base of his dick, and she felt her clit touching his flesh. "I'm ready, Fucker. Let's see how long you can take this cunt!" she said, leaning forward and putting her titties in his face. "Suck on these while I fuck you silly!" Sergeant Snorkel cranked the engine and moved the car into traffic. The subtle vibrations of the moving vehicle only served to heighten Sheila's sensations. She had begun to slide her hips back and forth as Beetle sucked her titties, gently at first, then increasing his pressure at her urging. "Come on, Fucker! They won't break! Suck those puppies! The harder you suck, the quicker we'll come!" she urged. She felt as if his cock would split her open and that only increased her desire. Sarge had them in traffic now, and when they pulled up to a traffic light, she barely noticed a jacked up pickup beside them in the next lane. The soldiers noticed the show immediately and stayed beside them for a block, shouting and whistling. Sarge made the next light on yellow, and left the truck. Turning onto a side road, he soon had them on a deserted cliff overlooking the city. Ordinarily, the scene itself would have been seductive, but Sheila Buxley was beyond noticing her surroundings. She was concentrating on the wonderful feelings emanating from her cunt, being so deeply and deliciously reamed by a hot cock. Having come twice already, she was really settling in and fucking Beetle like he had dreamed about. She wiggled her hips, then bounced up and down, stood on her knees and teased the head, and dropped down his shaft, only to scrunch her cunt on his dick again. This time, she felt him tense up and grab her hips. When he shot his load, it felt as if a stream of white-hot lava splattered her excited cunt walls. "Well, how was it, Beetle? Everything you expected?" she asked, slowly gyrating on his deflating cock. "Oh fuck yeah!" he said, his cock sliding out of her still steaming slit. "I need a break." Knowing her own body well, Sheila knew she was far from finished and turned to Sarge. "Hey Sarge. You want a piece of this ass? Beetle's had it for a while." "Damn right!" said Sergeant Snorkel, as he got out of the front seat and opened the back door. "Bend that ass over this door, Bitch, and let a real stud pound that pussy!" Subtlety not being one of his virtues, Sergeant Snorkel rammed his cock home in one stroke. Amazingly, she could feel the bulges in his cock, and pushed back with each of his strokes. "You like that Sarge? My pussy's all wet and stretched, but your big cock is filling me up! You make me so fucking hot! Fuck me deep!" she shouted, as Sergeant Snorkel pounded her mercilessly. Noticing her ass jiggling, he took the opportunity to slap her hip. "You like that, Baby? Want your ass to sting a little? Ooooh, it's turning red! How about another?" he asked, spanking her a little harder. It seemed that she bucked more violently on his cock each time he slapped her asscheek and soon he was keeping time with his strokes. Suddenly, he tensed, murmuring, "Hot ass bitch. Gonna cum again!" His asscheeks bunched up as he drove into her as deeply as he could, sending another load of hot jism deep in her cunt. Camp Swampy Sexcapades Sliding off his cock, she turned and licked it clean, still far from coming. When she had cleaned him completely, she said, "Wake up Beetle and let me fuck him again." Sarge reached into the car and shook Beetle awake. "Wake up and fuck Beetle. I've done all I can do!" Groggily, Beetle stepped out of the car and Sheila immediately took his semi-hard cock in her mouth. She soon had him fuck-ready and bent over the door again. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Come on Fucker! Ram that long rod in my cunt. I bet you come before I do!" Beetle thought he would last for a while, as he had come fifteen minutes before. Sheila Buxley had a different idea. When he had gotten all of his dick imbedded in her cunt, she said, "Hold still, Stud. Let me do the work." Beetle realized that her ass was red from Sarge's spanking and put a few smacks on her delightfully jiggling ass. She had changed from wiggling to humping and his cock was already feeling the pressure. She slid back and forth, changing the angle with each stroke, causing him to build up to yet another huge climax. "Slow down, Bitch! I can't last! That cunt's gripping my dick like a glove and I'm gonna cum!" he shouted, as she increased the speed and intensity of her fucking. "Come on Mr. Bigshot! Can't you take it? It's just a pussy! Fuck it!" she said huskily. When Beetle came, it was like a rocket blasting off in her sodden, well-fucked cunt. She came with him and as they slumped on the car, his cock slipped out of her pussy with a slurp. He dove in the back seat and immediately went to sleep. Sarge was asleep in the passenger's seat. Sheila got under the wheel, and when Beetle and Sarge awoke, they were parked in front of Miss Buxley's condo. After a few minutes of orienting themselves, they smiled at the last night's events, and started to leave, only to find their pants were missing! A note on the mirror said, "Thanks for the good time! I've got your pants for souvenirs! LOL"