0 comments/ 34755 views/ 7 favorites Camping With Lust By: Demetry Dear Readers, this is my first story written for my lovely girlfriend. Please enjoy and feel free to comment and criticize, any feed back is good back. All characters are 18 years or older and of course the names have been changed to hide our secret identities. - - - - - The air was warm and the height of the rock face was welcome. The sun was hot on his arms and hair, the top of his head and the back of his neck. He sat on top of a large boulder and stared out over the cliff with growing curiosity of the days to come. The experiences to enjoy. The fun to have. The sun was midway up the sky signifying a well-deserved lunch break soon and his stomach growled in unison with his thoughts. He grinned a small smile and looked down from the boulder to his campers looking up at him. The oldest guys of all the other campers and always on his case. "Come on Ethan, we know it's true, we heard the rumours, tell us the story", they would all whine together. "Spare us no details. We won't tell the other counsellors you told us". They were always after his stories. It's not like his exploits around the camp were any kind of secret, it's always as if in the end someone always heard what was going on in his cabin. He never admitted to them though, just left a slew of dishevelled female counsellors in his wake and a line up of ones to come. "Come on boys, let's go for lunch and maybe after we'll go swimming". The boys groaned together. "And if you're lucky I'll get one of the girl cabins to join us", they answered with shouts and catcalls. He paused, staring out at the campers with a look of surprise. "I said, if you're lucky, now move your Asses". The boys ran off down the hill to reach the dinning hall first as the lunch bell sounded in the background. Ethan walked slowly down the hill to go for lunch as thoughts emerged of what he and the girl cabin's counsellor were going to do while the campers were going swimming. He nodded to the other counsellors as he sat down at his cabin's table and began lunch. Ethan was a badass to his campers, but as it turned out, so was every counsellor. There was this running joke that, at least to the campers, the counsellors were gods, but when it came to Staff Social it was mostly a group of young adults hanging out and being awkward with each other like everyone else. The only trick to the mass counsellor sexcapades that were gong on was that stuck in a camp for 3 months with no outside boyfriends or girlfriend, each counsellor became increasingly horny. And with only one group of people for that outlet, all of the counsellors got to know each other very well. And Ethan was nothing special among the others. 6'4, short brow hair, highlighted a little by the constant beating sun. Broad shouldered and somewhat muscular. His shimmering blue eyes swam with something beyond what everyone saw on the surface. His face soft and young looking, but with a certain edge about it. Next to being the camp slut (and that was saying a lot among the counsellors) he was your average camp-guy type. - - - - - She stood naked in the doorway of the cabin. Her legs long and firm. Her feet planted to the wood of the floor, the balls of them slightly raised and her toes perched. The desired effect of this was the muscles in her legs flexing to hold her higher, looking more toned and muscular then it first appeared. Her stomach was perfect for him, flowing into the curves of her hips and the sides of her abdomen. All the way to her incredible breasts. Both sitting high and heavy, weighted by their size and sticking out firm and youthful. They were curvaceous and beautiful. Her light nipples sat pointed at the ends of silver dollar sized areolas: bumpy with a heightened arousal. Floating on her chest, high and feminine were these most splendid, sexual and mouth-watering tits. They flowed further into her neck and the curves of her arms. They were long and tight like her legs, tipped with fingers that only few knew the touch of. And her neck, oh her neck. It was delicious and forbidden. Creamy like her thighs, smooth like her stomach and as mouth-watering as her breasts. An invitation to dine on this neck, to lick up and down the throat and kiss its every hidden place would be an invite worth dying for. Her shoulders, dainty and resolute, but hiding a hardness to them that couldn't be broken so easily by the rough play she surely enjoyed. Her lips, warm and tempting, definite and feminine, sexy and capable of revealing any emotion to match her eyes. And of course her eyes, alluring and daring. Iridescent and revealing. Her intensions etched deep within their virescent colour, hiding behind their cool eau-de-nil. She took one step closer and his eyes opened. The sound of the loon far off down the lake, the acidity of rain hung in the air, the morning dew dripping onto leaves echoed around the camp. He had awoken from the dream drowsy and irritated. What could have been a very good dream, what was his perfect girl, vanished with the night. - - - - - The day dragged on and on. The sun beat down on Ethan as it ran its daily routine across the sky. It got lower and lower until finally it stretched across the lake in long shadows signifying sunset was near. They had all been called down for one of the trips that were arriving. They had been on a fifteen-day canoe trip and as per usual the camp would meet them with a song as they paddled across the lake and to the shore. As the camp sung he watched his campers fraternize with the females of their age and began to see the tiniest speck of the canoes in the distance. Now the summer had only started a little while ago, fifteen days ago to be exact. Although Ethan had been at camp since the beginning of June the rest of the campers and counsellors didn't come until the session started in July. So for Ethan, the three female counsellors who started on this canoe trip fifteen days ago were a mystery to him. As they approached the canoes became clearer and so did the campers and counsellors. As he peered to see them all his stomach lurched and soon he felt nervous and clammy. Although he couldn't see any of their faces yet, something inside him (possibly the butterflies) made him pale. They hit the shore hard and as per tradition all began to run to the swim docks to fight their counsellors into the water as the camp cheers them on. It started slowly and without his notice. First she threw off her life jacket, next her hiking shoes. The very short shorts hugged her ass as she ran. Her paddle hit the ground and so did the bandana off her hair. Out sprang dark brown locks of long hair, hints of blond and red spattered among them. Her shirt came off and the bikini top underneath shook with strain as her heavy breasts heaved up and down in them as she sprinted to the docks. Her shorts were next and her bikini bottoms came into view. So did her ass. And so did Ethan's resulting hard on. He hid it behind a towel he had on him as he watched her fall, barely clothed, into the water with her campers. As she emerged, the water fell over her curves as if she was the mother earth and a waterfall ran down her. Pure raw female sexuality incarnate. He turned to see where his campers had wondered off to and bumped right into her as he continued to walk down the dock. She looked up and smiled, her eyes locked on his. He melted. "Do you mind?" He thought she was just being a bitch at first, but her eyes were now on the towel in his arms. Still in shock he shook his head as she reached for the towel and took it out of his hands. She dabbed at her face and neck with it as her eyes widened, and a smile appeared on her luscious lips. She was staring at the semi-tent in his shorts. He blushed at her noticing and composed himself so he wouldn't be embarrassed further. He gave her a cocky look and replied to her head-nod at his hard on, "canoes, they always do this to me, why I became a counsellor in the first place". She laughed silently, maybe a little bit too mockingly with a slight scoff in her voice. He smiled again and nodded towards the towel now making its way down her cleavage and further to her stomach. "I expect to see you and my towel at Staff Social tonight." She raised her eyebrow and he turned and walked off, waving to his co-counsellor to bring the kids up for dinner. - - - - - He'd been sitting around one of the tables in the dinning hall at staff social when she came in through the main doors. She was accompanied by a few of the other counsellors. He had discovered through the others that she wasn't a counsellor; in fact she was a tripper. And she was always off site going on trips and helping out counsellors. This didn't put him off from trying to get involved with her, it just might complicate things. Her name was Justine, and she was someone Ethan definitely wanted to get involved with. There was something about her movements. The slenderness of her form as she walked. Her body moving in such a seductive manner, her every action calculated to be as sexy as possible. He had to have her, he needed her. And it was after their encounter on the beach that he finally realized why he felt so nervous around her. She was the girl from his dream, the perfect girl, the one he had wanted to touch so badly. And now here she was, in front of him, at his camp, the girl of his dreams. It wasn't long before he engaged her. They began talking in the back of the room as the rest of the staff watched a movie and they found they had a lot in common. Shared passed experiences, the same humour, even the same likes and dislikes. And it was the things they argued over that made him smile, the small things, which meant so much to each of them that the other disagreed on. It brought them closer in their need to have the other understand their reasoning. They were both intelligent and cunning; these shared qualities brought them together. Besides the obvious connection that was growing between them, there was an atmosphere of sexual energy floating around them. Everyone who walked by noticed it and left them to their conversations. He stared at her eyes as she talked, listening and hanging off her every word. She did the same whenever his lips were moving. He was intoxicated by her presence, drunk on his lust for her. He couldn't look away from her eyes and lips, except when she turned to absentmindedly look away and he would take a quick glance down her top. He couldn't help himself, the need to see every inch of her consumed him. She caught him looking a few times, but she loved the attention, especially from him. He must think her odd looking away so many times so he can look down her ample cleavage. She couldn't stop looking at him, he was young looking, but had maturity to him. He carried himself high and acted a little too confident, but she loved it. He knew what he wanted and she hoped it would be her. She was amazed at how much they had in common and how attached she was becoming to him. Her inhibitions were slowly leaving her, her defensive walls caving in. She liked him, lusted him, and she wanted to see where it would go. And when he blushed, she knew he liked her. No one had blushed at her before, no one had been so smitten with her, she was intoxicated by how much he wanted her. "It's just mother nature hating you for having fun. Like when it rains after paddling 30km, and won't stop until after you pitch the tents. Then starts up again when you're cooking your last meal, which turns about to be a cold one. It's sometimes ridiculous", he ended with. "Yeah I know, but it wouldn't kill her to give me a break. It's payback for all the lewd things I do on her soil", she gave a sly smile. He grinned from ear to ear, cocking an eyebrow. "All the lewd things eh, do tell". "How about I show you?" She stated it boldly and without hesitation. She looked taken aback by her own words, but at the same time curious for his response. "My campers are down at the cabin sleeping, but I like the idea of continuing this conversation in a more private setting". She agreed and they departed through the back, the movie still holding the attention of all the others. Wherever his co-counsellor was he didn't know, the top bunk was empty where he should have been. The partition between the counsellor and camper section was thankfully intact (with these boys you'd never know) and Ethan closed the door. She came to him fast and swift. At first she was leaning up against the wall, a leg raised to rest her foot behind her, and the next moment she was upon him. Their lips met firmly and the world seemed to disappear. It was blissful, harmonious, beautiful, sexual, lustful, immodest, and shameful, it was rapture. Her lips were wet and warm. They moved around his, sucking and kissing, her tongue licking, pushing them open to allow her access to explore. He kissed back, sucking her bottom lip between both of his. Finally accepting her tongue she entangled it with his, its slipperiness turning him on further. He raised his hands to the side of her face and mashed their lips together, he wanted more of her, needed all of her. He wanted to keep kissing her and yet, it was as if he wanted her in him, to be apart of him, to be with him forever. He had never felt this way, but his feelings of love soon became lost among the arousal he was now feeling. He bent down to kiss her chin, her neck, licking her throat, sucking on the skin between her neck and shoulder. He pulled her shirt down to suck above her collarbone, and soon moved back up to catch her ear in his lips and finally continue kissing her juicy lips once again. She loved every second of it, his exploration bringing heat to every part of her body. Between her thighs grew an itch that had to be scratched, she started rubbing them together to sooth it. She sucked on his ear, breathing hot breath into it, licking around it, kissing his neck. His stubble was rough against her face and lips, but the raw masculinity made her hotter with need. His hand found her ass and his other the top bunk of the bed as he lowered her onto the bottom one. She lay down and he crawled in beside her, his back to the wall. He kissed her and licked her, played with her hair, grasped her amazing breasts between his fingers, barely able to hold a single one in his fist. He palmed her nipple and felt his cock growing harder as her nipple did the same. She reached back and felt his bulge. His shorts straining for his dick to be released, her mouth watered as she grabbed at it forcefully, trying to feel all it had to offer her. She grew hot between her legs and looked down to see her shorts undone, and his hand snaking between her skin and panties. He felt his way through her underwear, his fingers brushing over her pubic hair that had gone unshaven because of the canoe trip. He loved how it ticked his palm as he finally groped her delicate folds. His fingers found the sides of her pussy, his thumb, her clit. And very slowly, teasingly, he began to play with her. If she had been a musical instrument he would have played a symphony with her. He pulled on the sides of her glistening cunt. Her outer lips caught between his fingers, her inner ones being rubbed by his thumb as it stroked her clit this way and that. Her fragile nub singing a song of pleasure as he rubbed it up and down, side to side and in a figure eight pattern in order to hit every spot. Her pussy was opened wide for his every touch. She writhed beside him; her hands free of his cock and lost in her hair and on his hand already on her breast. She was shaking and violently twitching, his every movement bringing delight to every single pleasure centre in her body. Her lustful mind was on fire and so was her vagina. She didn't have time to show him her skills before he took command and played her pussy perfectly. It happened hard and fast. He slipped two fingers inside her soaking wet hole as she clamped down, her inner walls halting his progress and flooding his hand with her warm cum. She writhed further on his fingers, her head tossing from side to side, her arms locked at her sides, her hands in fists, her muscles tensed until finally everything released and she lay spent among his sheets. It hadn't been sex. It wasn't raw, sexual, dirty fucking. It was quiet and beautiful. It was feminine and powerful. And he loved every second of it. She hadn't had a man since she started on the trip and he was glad to make her feel this way, to let go of everything, to pass out on his bed. He knew they were both capable of so much more to come, dirty, nasty, rough fucking that could not be repeated to anyone lest they exile them from the camp. Fucking that shouldn't happen because of how dirty he knew they both like it, how nasty their minds and bodies are. He didn't worry though, that was soon to come. He slipped off her shorts and folded them on the ground with his own. Her top was basically off so he slipped it over her head and discarded it with the other clothing. He would have left her panties on to hide her womanhood, but they were wet and soiled and so he snaked them down her legs and off her pretty feet. He threw his own shirt off and next his boxers. His rock hard cock felt tight against them, and it welcomed the freedom of the warm evening. He slipped back into the bed where he had been before, nestling in behind her, spooning her beautiful body and pulling the sheet over both of them to cover their shame in the morning. He folded her into his arms and he fell asleep with her, content. Happy that his rock hard dick fit perfectly between her thighs to rest against her hot sex. - - - - - He felt engulfed in a warm sensation all around his body, his face was flushed, his muscles tensed with his mind slowly shaking him awake. It was only when his eyes opened that he realized it wasn't his whole body engulfed in heat, just his nice hard cock. There she was, further down the bed, her head bobbing up and down on his hot member. Her eyes flashed up at him and he felt his balls lurch a bit, his cum boiling within them, about to cum for her. She removed her mouth from him and began to lick the underside of his shaft, from the bottom of his balls to the very tip of his prick. "Good morning gorgeous, just repaying the favour for last night", she said with a wink before sucking on the head of his dick like a lollipop. He gave a weary smile and lay back; she must have been blowing him for a while before he awoke because he felt tired and eager to cum. She continued with her assault, first sucking him into the back of her throat, his hot dick pressing against the top of her mouth and tickling the very deep parts of her. She pushed him into her cheeks and sucked roughly until he would pop out of her lips, she would lick his most sensitive spots and then swallow him once more. It was the rapture again, just like when they kissed. His mind was going crazy, dwelling further into insanity with every lick and suck of her warm, sexy mouth. His cock was hot and throbbing, twitching with sensitivity. Beating with the rhythm of his heartbeat against her soft lips. He was rock hard and burning hot, his balls were tight and heavy, ready to explode into her waiting mouth, or on her beautiful face or drip down her sexy hands. She sucked his balls into her mouth, both of them, and tongued them around until he couldn't take it any longer. "I'm gonna, I'm gon...gonna", he panted. She smiled up with his dick in her mouth and sucked even harder. He couldn't take it, everything had happened so fast after he had woken up. He was too turned on by her and he couldn't hold back a second longer. He exploded. He came as hard as he ever had before. It came out in ropes of jizz and hit the back of her throat with its warm and bitter, salty flavour. Her eyes went wide as she tried to swallow all that he had to offer. She loved to swallow cum, the sensation of it running down her throat, warm and thick, made her tingle. He threw his head back and felt it boil from his balls and out his shaft, rope and rope until he lay spent upon the bed. He looked up to see cum dripping out the sides of her mouth, whatever she couldn't swallow. As he popped out of her mouth he came once more, and with great effort, the rope landed on her cheek. She gave another wanton smile, scooped up the cooling cum with her finger and sucked it dry in her mouth with the rest she had missed. Camping With Lust Ch. 02 Dear Readers, This is a continuation of the first chapter of the story by the same name. I suggest reading that one first to get a better context for this one. Please feel free to comment, rate and favourite if you enjoy this story. Any feedback is good feedback. Once again this story is for my beautiful lover who I miss dearly being so far apart from her. Enjoy. Ethan spent the rest of the day with his campers and enjoying the simple, and paid, life that made up his summer. After dinner they all made their way to the cabin and after a long while had eventually gotten the boys to go to sleep. Or at least quietly whisper and laughing until they pass out, and he'll hear the regrets tomorrow morning. It had been a long day and with the absence of Justine in the afternoon it had been even more uneventful. As his head hit the pillow and his hands moved to rest under it he felt something beneath the fabric. As he got up and threw off his pillow he found a letter sealed with a kiss in red lipstick. With a sly smile he opened it and began to read to himself. To Whom It May Concern. Well hello there. If you've found this letter then you should firstly know that there is a very naked and horny girl awaiting your arrival on Crested Island approximately 7.5km from your present location. She suggests you wait until tomorrow night (for said naked and horny girl should have arrived and settled in by this time) and for you to stealthily canoe to said location to convene with said naked and horny girl for a midnight tryst of sorts. Tryst: "a private and romantic rendezvous between lovers". She is patiently awaiting your arrival. Come alone, come naked and hopefully cum on me. Until then. Signed your Horny and Sexy Girl. He read the letter several more times before finally ending the night with a well needed orgasm and fell asleep with the thoughts of tomorrow night on his mind. The next day was long, very long. Justine had left in the morning for the trip since it took the younger girls a little longer to paddle less then 10km. Mostly it was because the back lakes were a fun canoe ride. Only one canoe had the packs so the others would play games on the way and be soaked by the time they arrived. Back lake trips were for the counsellors mainly because they were the easiest and the best time to relax and enjoy a few days off. By the time dinner came Ethan was jumping out of his seat for a chance to canoe over and see her. Luckily it was going to be his day off the next day anyways. He told his co-counsellor that he was going to stay in the cabin this night, but might not be back anytime the next day. He gave the story that he might head into town and enjoy a few comforts before returning the morning after to wake the kids. A little while later the campers were finally asleep and his co-counsellor with them. Ethan had packed a few clothes in a backpack, a bit of food and of course a few extra goodies. Silently he snuck out of the cabin with his pack and made his way down to the canoes. With his paddle in hand he heaved the canoe into the water as quietly as possible and shoved off. A little more then an hour later he had come upon the island. From where he was on the lake, even with the strong wind he could make out a campfire and two of the three leaders sitting at it talking. As he reached the shore and hastily tied up the boat, discarding his paddle and bag into it, he found it was Justine and Julie. The other counsellor, Meghan had obviously gone to sleep. Checking his watch, just before midnight, he crept closer to the edge of the camp and waited. It wasn't long before Julie got up to leave and left Justine sitting by the fire alone. And there she sat, beautiful, divine, exquisite. He watched her for a few minutes longer. The way she stretched out on the ground to push her bare feet closer to the licking flames. The glow of the flames danced on her tanned body, leaving hazy traces of red and yellow itching at her skin. Her arms behind her propped her up and her head laid back, exposing her tender neck. Ethan could almost taste her skin from where he hid, could almost feel it against his lips. She had him in the throes of passion already and the night hadn't even begun. After a few moments she had got up and began cleaning up the camp for the morning. Every once in a while she would stop and look out at the lake, most likely anticipating his arrival. He smiled at the thought of her being so anxious and nervous. She cleaned up as best she could and finally attached the food pack to a rope already wrapped around a high branch on the tree. As she began to tie the pack before hoisting it up Ethan silently approached. Before she had any idea what was happening he stepped in behind her and put a hand over her mouth. She jerked in terror, but he whispered in her ear. "Shh, it's okay, it's me. If you want what you've been waiting for all day you have to be quiet though. Okay?" She nodded against his hand and so he removed it. As she began to spin around to meet his gaze he stopped her and held her facing away from him. Reaching to his pocket he removed a bandana and while whispering encouragement into her ear wrapped it around her eyes and tied it tight. "If I can't see, how am I supposed to be at my best?" She queried. "As long as you stay on your best behaviour and be quiet, you don't have to do anything but enjoy yourself", he answered. He took a moment to enjoy the situation. Here he was standing behind the most beautiful girl of his dream. Her arms were at her sides, her hands in fists, unable to see because of the blindfold. Her hair was dishevelled and wild from the wind, but sexier then ever. The green shirt she was wearing was raised slightly and rode just above her naval. Her brown shorts tight against her ass and pinching into her thighs to reveal something Ethan wanted very badly. The wind was smooth and came in waves just as the water did as it hit the shore. It would be very easy to hide the occasional moan with how loud the elements were. Very gently he took her wrists and put them together in front of her. Taking the untied rope from the food pack and tying it around her wrists. Before she had any inkling of what he was doing he hoisted her arms into the air and tied off the rope against the tree. She gave a slight gasp. He stepped closer to her ear. "Look at you, all helpless and under my control. If you scream for help I'll disappear and all they will find is a bound and naked slut", he said the final word with emphasis. "I've been waiting all day to do this, to do everything to you. And you're going to stand here helpless and take everything I give you. Is that understood?" She nodded. He pulled down her shorts to her ankles and slapped her ass. "I'm sorry?" She nodded again and replied in a weak voice. This time he pulled down her panties and slapped her ass. The sound rang around the campsite. This time she answered; "Yes, I understand". He was already hard, his cock straining against his own shorts. Here he was standing just on the edge of the campsite, the fire burning down, the light disappearing and a very naked and tied up girl hanging for all the girls to see. If even one of them came out, oh the consequences to both of them. Justine stood bound and blindfolded. Unable to stop what he was doing, but not daring to anyways. She was already dripping wet and aching from the inside out. The power, the control, it was all his and he wasn't going to give any to her. He started from the top to the bottom. She could feel him standing in front of her when his lips met hers. It was bliss, his warm lips against hers. Melding together, their tongues intertwining. Her heart swelled and her skin tingled. He moved to her neckline and then to her ear. Kissing and licking, pulling and nibbling. He kissed down to her throat and over where her neck met her chest. Back up to her collarbone, her shoulder, while his other hand held onto the other side of her neck, moving slowly down to her breast. He grasped one of them hard and she let out a little scream. It had hurt her, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. He pushed up her shirt so it exposed her velvety flesh and his tongue found a nipple. He licked and pulled on it with his lips. The wind dancing against it turning them both hard. She was reeling from the excitement of the whole ordeal. He kneaded the other breast he wasn't sucking on and pinched and pulled at her nipple. Tugging it away from her fleshy mound before letting it go again. He moved behind her. His hands reaching around her to grasp both of her breasts and began to rub and caress them. She could feel his hardness against her. His hot dick waiting to explode from his shorts and drive into her until she panted with satisfaction. His lips found the side of her neck, his stubble tickling her shoulder and the pressure beginning to form a hickey. He started to crouch and his lips made their way down from her neck to the top of her back. Kissing and licking, wet and soft. Down her back, along her side, his hands kneading her skin on her hips until finally he was kissing the top of her ass. His hands found her cheeks and squeezed them together. She couldn't help but give out a loud moan and he slapped her again on her right cheek. It jiggled under the force and his cock became harder in his shorts. He loved her ass, and it was going to be his all night. "Be quiet my little tied up whore. Every time you make a noise I slap you louder so that maybe someone will come out and discover your predicament," he whispered up to her. He began to kiss and lick her cheeks as his hands grasped up her body. Feeling her tits, pulling on them, grabbing at her stomach and hips, her thighs, and calves. And running delicately over her pussy. She definitely had had time to shave herself since their last encounter and he loved the feeling of her amazingly smooth cunt. He stepped around her until he faced her pretty pussy and slowly parted her legs to have better access. His tongue found her outer folds and played with them forcefully. Moving them aside so he could get at her inner lips, and the little skin that hid her clit. He ran his wet tongue in and out of her slit, tasting her juices, making her more wet, bringing more cum forth. She sighed against his mouth, and writhed on the ropes as his lips encircled her clit and began to suck. She couldn't believe the feeling, if only he had done this before. Why hadn't he done this before? He was amazing. His lips pressed against the skin around her most sensitive spot, but he tongued her clit from inside his mouth. She was incredibly sensitive and responsive, but he seemed not to care. And she loved it. Most guys would stop too early, but he knew what he was doing. He held on tight to her cunt and brought one of his hands up, and two fingers to the entrance to her pussy. He entered her slowly, but easily thanks to her juices. She was overwhelmed. He was tonguing and sucking her clit, as he fingered her insides. His two fingers making a 'come hither' motion against her inside wall, which seemed to push against the underside of the spot he was sucking on. She couldn't take anymore and before long he had her cumming against his lips and dripping drop after drop of juice into his mouth. She writhed against the ropes, shaking and straining, her wrists most likely bruising from the force. When she stopped and lay spent, slumping against the knots he finally detached from her clit. He kissed her mound and stood up, leaning in to kiss her. She could taste herself on him and it spurred her on further. "Fuck me," she gasped out as their lips parted. In response he stripped down quickly, grabbed her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her wrists still bound above her head high in the air. She could feel his nakedness, his warm cock pressing against her ass cheeks. His strong chest against hers and his sweat and skin rubbing and touching her perfect tits. Her nipples flicking against his. With agonizing slow precision, he lowered her onto his dick. His head strained against her opening. Her juices lubricating him, dripping down the shaft and mixing with his precum. She felt the slow and inaudible pop as his bulbous head moved her muscles aside and drove into her. Followed by his thick shaft as he lowered her further down onto him. She gave a silent scream, her mouth opening, until finally his balls rubbed just near her asshole. If she had had her hands free they would be in her own hair. Her pussy was on fire, dripping and aching, needing to be fucked. They stood there for a minute, not moving and then he lifted her up and forced himself in and out of her. He started hard and fast. With her hands bound above her head she couldn't do anything except try not to fall off. He slammed in and out of her. The stray hairs on his balls tickling her cheeks, his shaft rippling up through her, pushing her muscles aside and straining against her deepest parts. Whatever he was hitting inside her felt incredible. His head pushed up through her and over her G-spot. She gasped every time and he grunted quietly as he bounced her on him. His hands were grabbing her ass, forcing her slick pussy onto and over his dick. He could hear every noise they made as their skin slapped together, their juices squelched and the rest of their sweaty bodies rubbed together. She felt his hands move further down her ass to grab her lower and before she had time to react he was spreading her apart, one of his fingers slipping into her asshole. She was beside herself. Every time he forced her limp body onto his cock her ass slipped further over his finger, getting deeper and deeper into her. With every thrust she was begging for more, begging for both of the invading probes to go further, deeper, harder. She whispered into his ear as much, panting against him until finally her second orgasm came in waves. At first she was tightening against him. Her pussy grabbing at his dick as her juices exploded over him, running down his shaft and further down his legs. Next her ass tightened just as much and she twitched a second time as another orgasm followed. He continued to drive into her. Forcing her onto his dick, forcing his finger and now fingers into her ass as she twitched and writhed on him. She pushed out two more orgasms right after the others until she collapsed against him. With her still holding onto him he lowered her down, held onto her with one arm under her breasts, and untied the ropes from her wrists with the other. She slumped against him and they both collapsed to the ground. She was basically sitting on him. Holding onto him now. Her lips trying to kiss every inch of him she could get them on. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her, slipping the blindfold over her eyes and head as he did. She could finally see him. Not that she could see much of anything right now. Her mind was racing, her eyes adjusting to the near darkness, blurring with the effort. She could see him and he was beautiful. He had just made her cum five times as she stood strung up and she couldn't be happier, but her hunger was far from being satisfied. He stared back into her eyes and stood up. Hoisting her up in his arms, cradling her against him. She clung to him, naked as he carried her to her tent. He unzipped the fly, and the tent and lowered her inside onto her sleeping bag. It was opened and lay covering the entire floor. He ducked out and grabbed their clothes, fixing the food pack and finally coming back in, zipping the tent up behind him. She had turned on a small lamp and admired his body as he climbed in. She was lying on her side, propping her head up on her hand and making lazy circles down her thigh with her fingers. "You know you're gorgeous", she told him. "You're not so bad yourself. If you weren't such a prude I'd probably have fucked you by now", he answered with a wink. She laughed. The laugh he loved. With the cute little giggle at the end, her nose wrinkling, and her stomach and chest rising with the effect. He loved every part of her. "Please just come lie with me for a minute. My favourite part so far was when we slept together that first night. Having you against me, in your arms. It was perfect. It was safe. It was so nice." "Really?" He smiled at her. "That was your favourite part?" She laughed again. He lay down beside her, on his back, she reached over and lay into his chest, her arm draping over him, her leg doing the same. They just lay there for about an hour. Him; slowly running his hand up and down her back. Her; breathing slowly on top of him, her hand against his chest and his heartbeat in her ear. After a little bit her hand moved from his nipple down to his waist and finally to his cock. It was still semi-hard, but she was determined to change that. She grasped it tightly and began to slowly pump him up and down. Giving an extra squeeze of his head as she pulled upward. With every pump he would let out a moan. She couldn't stop looking from his hardening cock, getting so big in her hand, to the content look on his face, his eyes closed tightly as if trying to fight off the urge to cum. She stared lustfully up at him from her position. Grasping his cock firmly and begging forth the cum she knew he had still boiling in his balls. She couldn't help herself, she felt so naughty, so depraved. All she wanted was for him to fuck her and not care about anything else in the world. She pulled herself up until her lips were level with his ear and slowly began kissing and licking his earlobe. Moving down to his neck and throat, sucking and biting his tender flesh. She moved closer to his ear and whispering to him as she pumped his cock harder and faster. "Dominate me you dirty man. Make me your little slut and show me whose boss." He could barely contain himself. She expertly stroked his dick as she whispered dirty things into his ear, begging to be fucked. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and if possible his rigid cock became harder against her palm. He grabbed her wrist, halting her stroking of his hard member. Sitting up he pulled her wrist with him until he was looking down at her on his knees. He jerked her down so she was underneath him, pinning her wrist against the pillow by her head, and reaching out to do the same to her other hand. He lowered himself so his lips were level with her chest, slowly inching his tongue out to lick her right nipple. Flicking it back and forth, feeling her squirm. Finally pressing his lips against her and sucking the warm and inviting flesh into his mouth. He sucked soft and then hard, nibbling a little as he explored her. Moving over to her other nipple and doing the same, she was his to command. "Flip over", he urged her in a commanding voice. This was not a request. Seeing the look in his eyes she rolled over until her gorgeous ass stared up at him. She bent her head forward, pressing her forehead into the pillow as he raised her hips with his hands, until she was presenting herself to him, her legs spread, her assets winking at him. She hadn't expected his tongue to find her slit. He was kneeling behind her before she knew it. Rubbing his wet tongue across and over her folds, sucking her lips with his and forcing himself into her hole. He was consumed with lust, the need to taste her. Slowly he began licking more upward until his tongue found her tight and sexy ass. He tongued around her opening, pushing a little inside, listening to her moans, and then rimming her once again. He couldn't take anymore and neither could she. "Fuck me please", she begged. "I'll do anything you want just stick your dick in me and make me squeal". That was all he wanted to hear. Just her begging for it, telling him what she wanted. It was all too much, and everything he wanted. He raised himself up, his hard cock level with her cunt. Slowly at first he teased her folds. Grabbing hold of her hips and ass cheeks he moved her up until she was resting on her hands in the perfect doggy style position. She was dripping and he knew it. He could feel her moisture running over his cock. And before she knew it he had entered her, hard and fast. Camping With Lust Ch. 02 He hit something inside her that made her jump and hurt, but it was a good hurt. It was painful and yet fulfilling, he was filling her up and hitting places that her body deemed forbidden, but she didn't want to stop him. The pain was worth every second of pleasure he gave her. It wasn't long before he was thrusting into her as she trusted back. His balls slapping against her clit over and over as his hot member forced its way inside her. Rubbing her insides with its mass, squeezing her muscles out of the way as he entered and exited. He moved his one hand from her hip and gave her ass a nice slap. "Ooh", she cried. He slapped her hard again, and again. Her cheek turning a burning pink. Every time his hand made contact she let out an exasperated 'Umff' or 'ahh' or 'yessss'. Her sounds were turning him on immensely, spurring him into his most animalistic moods. He slipped his hands down her body, scratching her skin until they found her heavy breasts. Squeezing them hard he raised her up so her back was against his chest. Their bodies intertwined, their sweat running over each other and their sexes swimming in each other's fluids. Finally he slipped his one arm around her body, his forearm coming to rest under both her mounds his other sneaking up to rub the back of her neck and finally finding her long hair before wrapping his fingers in it and tugging her head back as he rammed into her over and over. She couldn't believe what was happening. He was dominating her in the worst way possible, forcing her to take his every inch, holding her against him so she couldn't escape, violating her, over and over again. He moaned into her ear "cum for me you dirty girl, cum for your man". She obliged. Convulsing on his throbbing cock she gave into everything that had happened. Slumping against his arm that was holding her she let go as her body thrashed and suddenly she wasn't herself anymore. She was an orgasm. That was what she was. She wasn't human, not female, not anything, but an urge, an itch that was getting scratched. All her stress, all her self-consciousness gone. Replaced by the pure instinct to simply orgasm, to cum, to squirt all her liquids over and on his dick as she writhed into him. Unable to escape his grasp, but also holding onto him for dear life. Her needs unleashed and her mind unhinged. She came and came, she spun and fell, her world tumbling down, and finally her pussy vibrated one last time, squeezing everything out until she slumped against his arm, fell back against him and just as she was beginning to calm down jumped again. He had begun to cum in her. She heard the grunt in her ear first, the long drawn out groan that came from the depths of his throat. Next the violent throbbing of his manhood that had replaced her own walls vibrating and then finally the hot feeling of his thick cum spewing into her innards. Warm and thick, no other way to describe it she thought, warm and thick and manly. So good was all she could think. He slipped backwards, taking her with him. His dick slipping out of her and still releasing its bounty onto her thighs and the blanket below. She fell to the side off his chest and he lowered her gently until they were spooning, both coming down from the mind blowing experience. After a few minutes of hard breathing and grasping at each other's bodies he finally leaned over until her could look into her eyes. Kissing her softly on the cheek he whispered into her ear. "I never want this to end". She nodded. Both their eyes flicked to the opening of the tent. After shushing one another and smiling they listened outside. From the other counsellor tent came the familiar sounds of someone being fingered. She gave him a wicked grin and a look that said that they both weren't at all quiet and it was only natural they would spur on an audience. They laugh quietly and cuddle in close with each other. Justine looks deeply into his eyes and pouts. "What's wrong my love?" He asks coyly. "I wanted you to cum all over my tits, show you how dirty I really am". He smiled. "Plenty of time for that", he whispered before leaning in to kiss her. Only a few minutes later they were both cuddled close, their hands intertwined and sleeping peacefully, satisfied and happy. The next morning he work early to find her sprawled out on the blanket. Her nude form begging him to take her again. She awoke to his tongue burring itself into her. She kept fighting off the need to pee, but he urged her on until finally she let go of everything and squirted her cum right into his face. Needless to say they would be trying that again later. Just before the time they would start breakfast they said their goodbyes, long hugs and kisses. Their eyes revealing all their feelings, their kisses showing their longing for more time with each other. He whispered more loving words in her ear before noiselessly slipping out of the campsite, into his canoe and paddling back to camp. She watched through the tent as his canoe slipped around the corner and out of sight. To be continued... Camping With Lust "Holy shit Justine." He grabbed his hair with both his fists and reeled from the experience. "That was, *pant*, incredible. No one has ever made me cum like that before, that was, *pant*, that was, *pant*, so fucking sexy". She cuddled in close to him and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were very warm and wet, her breath left a slightly salty taste in his mouth, but it spurred on his arousal more coming from her. After lying wrapped around her naked form for a while he sat up and looked at the cabin with surprise. "Where is everyone?" "Your co-counsellor. Kearan? Came in early from somewhere and took them all up for breakfast. Gave me a smile when he saw me in bed with you. We both decided to let you sleep, but the blowjob was all my idea", she grinned sexily, her eyes giving a look of crude lust. "I hope this will continue after you get back", he said hopefully. "Oh; so you know about that", she replied nervously. "Yeah I heard last night you were leaving tomorrow morning for another trip. Can I hope for this to continue?" "Do you want it to?" She seemed a little too nervous. "I do", he said and blushed. She saw the blush again and agreed to it continuing after she got back from the trip. They talked for a bit longer. Mostly about the three-day trip she was leaving on the following morning. After getting dressed and about to leave she turned to look at him. "Three days may seem like an eternity now, but I'll work something out." She opened the door, gave a beautiful smile and walked out. The only thing he could think about after she left was how, even though he was the camp slut, he wanted no one except her. - - - - - He crossed the playing field from his cabin to the dinning hall. He had missed breakfast, but he wasn't objecting to what he had gotten instead. He was still extremely turned on, but he put it out of his mind as he joined his campers and co-counsellor. It was around lunchtime when he saw Justine heading towards the girl side of the camp, probably to get ready for her trip. He asked Julie (who was going on the trip with her) what they had planned for the rest of the day. She said she was taking her campers to swim and that Justine had went to take a shower and pack before meeting them for dinner later. Ethan's mind was flooded instantly with dirty thoughts and told his co-counsellor to take his kids to lunch without him. The girl's shower was deep in the centre of the girl's side of camp. To get to it he had to sneak past all the cabins going to lunch without being seen. He had a nice excuse lined up for if he got caught, but he would rather not use it. Plus they'd probably start a camp-wide search if he were going to mention a lost camper. The shower stalls were housed in the bathroom complex. Toilet stalls on one side of the facility and showers on the other, to get to either side you had to walk outside. The shower stalls, about six on each side of the changing area, were separate from each other, but next to each other and single-file down the row. Only a shower curtain and a few walls in each stall hid the girls from each other. As Ethan entered he heard one of the stalls being used. Someone dropping a towel outside of it and their bare feet on the concrete floor. He peeked from the changing room and saw it was Justine, but besides her the rest of the stalls were empty and unused. As he took his shoes off she must have heard him and spoke loudly. "Hey Jules is that you? I thought you were going to have a shower after lunch". In his most girly voice and his best impression of Julie, Ethan replied; "Just a quick one", he said cringingly, realizing how fake it sounded. "No problem", she shouted. Before he lost his chance he stripped off all his clothes, grabbed a towel that was hanging and dashed down the hall into the stall beside her. Thankfully she didn't say another word. From his position and his height he could peer over the top of the stall and see her slowly removing her shorts. They were tight around her ass. So tight that her ass stuck out beautifully, her thighs rode right up into them and a hint of camel-toe could be seen between her legs. She dragged them down her tanned legs and it was then that Ethan got excited. She was still wearing the panties from last night. Not only the ones that she had cum in, but the same ones she had used to clean up his dick after she had sucked him dry that morning. She rubbed them into her folds for a few seconds before slipping them off as well. She was as beautiful here as she was in his dream. She was perfect and beautiful, elegant and feminine. A goddess. She drew her shirt over her hard nipples and her heavenly large tits came into view. She had no bra on, but that wasn't what got him hard. It was her aroused body. He spotted droplets of moisture around her pussy, her hard nipples, and a look of lust in her eyes every time she ran a finger over either spot. She grabbed for the shower handle and the water sprayed out upon her. "FUCK! FUCKING HELL!" She jumped out of the spray, closer to the handle and turned it further to hot. He laughed from the other stall a little and she responded with one of her own. He hoped his laugh was inaudible enough to seem feminine. He took the opportunity with her shower spraying loudly to strip off his towel and throw it out of the stall and against the wall. He turned on the shower making sure it was hot before hand, and stepped into the spray. He wasn't interested in getting clean though, more so to get her as dirty as possible. He peeked over the stall again and what he saw was her naked form once again, this time however, not in a dream. She was perfect. Her feet were dainty as she raised herself on her toes; her legs were creamy, long and very erotic. They kept on going right into her hips and where her gorgeous pussy sat, nestled between her grab-able thighs. Her stomach was taught as she stood high on her toes and her breasts were raised off her chest, hovering in the air, pointed, and tipped with her succulent nipples. The water cascaded down her neck and throat, flowing down her elbows as she ran her hands through her hair and over her face. It travelled down over her breasts, over her bellybutton, to trickle down her velvety lips and rush towards the drain. He couldn't help himself, he had started stroking his dick the minute he saw her over the stall. He was hard and rigid. His pulsing member full of blood, his head purple and bulbous, ready to be shoved into the deepest areas of taboo. The hot water was falling onto his already hot cock, intensifying his arousal, forcing it to stand straight out, inflexible and firm. He couldn't resist any longer. He stepped out of the water and threw open the curtain to his stall, striding to the one next to it where this goddess bathed and slowly tugged it open. She looked back quickly, a little startled that it was him standing there, naked and turned on. Maybe perhaps because she still thought Julie was next door, but he watched her eyes as she pieced everything together. She adored the look of him standing there; ready to take her under the water. His large shoulders holding up his thick neck, his youthful face, that lustful look in his eyes. Those eyes, revealing to her everything he was going to do to her body and more, she couldn't help but stare into them. His chest, broad and powerful, his stomach was flat, his arms rippled with an underlying strength. She had a quick dirty thought about how much he could hold up with those arms and for how long. His legs built and muscled. And his beautiful cock, average size, but pulsing with the stimulation of this erotic moment. Rock hard and pointing at her, needing her, soon to be inside of her every crevice. His balls, heavy and hanging below the rigid dick, full of thick, creamy cum waiting to cover every inch of her with, to fill all her holes with. To her he was perfect, and vice-versa for her. And here they both were, naked and waiting. She turned around and bent over, his eyes widened and he stepped forward a bit. She grabbed a bar of soap from the ground and drew herself back up to full height, the bar of soap in her outstretched hand as she looked back at him. "Take it and wash me. I was a very dirty girl on that trip and I need you to wash it off". He stepped closer until he was directly behind her, his hard cock resting at the top of her ass crack, his chest against her back. He reached out and took the bar of soap. He lathered it in the falling water in front of her chest before moving it to her back and pressing its soapy and silky texture against her smooth skin. She moaned softly as he soaped up her back. Moving the bar up and down her shoulders to the bottom of her spine, even further to her ass cheeks where he soaped them thoroughly. He moved his hands in circles, feeling every inch of her sexy bottom, her milky cheeks. He held the bar in one hand and pushed his soapy hand between her thighs, running up and over her luscious pussy lips and her tight forbidden asshole. His cock twitched and she smiled back at him. The look of lust in her eyes was unmistakable. He crouched down until his face was level with the small of her back. He ran the bar of soap up and down the back of her thighs, down her calves and to her ankles before continuing back up again. He washed the front of them as well before raising himself up, the soapy bar travelling up her flesh and over her delicate slit before reaching her pubic hair and finally her stomach. He soaped the front of her. Feeling every inch of her. Washing her of every sin before he added new ones to her body. He put the bar down and ran his soapy hands underneath her heavy breasts, over their curves, across her rock hard nipples and to her chest and neck. Her arms came next, her shoulders and finally the backs of her ears. She stepped forward a bit to wash off all the soap, as his hands rested on her waist. She gave her hair a quick wash with the nearby shampoo and turned to let him explore her breasts again while she rinsed it. Finally it was his turn. She turned around and bent over again to pick up the bar of soap. He took the opportunity to run a finger down and over her asshole before pushing it into her wet pussy. He loved the feeling of her juices on his fingers. She was nice and clean and dripping wet. He withdrew his fingers as she bent back up and turned around. He slowly put them through his lips and into his mouth, sucking her juices as she watched, her mouth open slightly in amazement. She stepped forward, her breasts bouncing once until she came to a stop in front of him. He turned around and she began to clean and explore his hard back. She ran the soap around his back, up and down, over his rough shoulders and rigid muscles in his back. His spine was firm as she ran the bar down it, feeling it ripple as it passed over each bone. She kissed his ear from behind him before bending down so her face was level with his ass cheeks. She soaped them up from down there. Feeling them thoroughly with her hands, grasping them hard and turning herself on further. She washed his legs and loved the feel of his thighs. She slapped the backs of them and watched him jump in surprise, but groan in appreciation. Finally she ran a soapy hand over his asshole and between his cheeks. Gently grabbing hold of his heavy balls hanging down and toying with them seductively. God they turned her on, the weight of them, the cum they were full of. How she wanted to taste them right there and then. She played with her pussy for a minute as she felt his balls before standing back up. She mashed her large breasts against his back and washed his chest with her soapy hands before running them over his pelvis and smooth crotch, until her one hand rested on his hard cock and the other squeezing a nipple. He loved the feeling of her hand pinching and rubbing his nipple. Her other hand jerking his dick, making it soapy and slippery. Her palm running over the very tip and pulling his skin all the way back as her hand jerked him. Short strokes, then long ones. Lightly touching his shaft, and then suddenly squeezing it to hear his moans of enjoyment. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "I want you to fuck me now. I want you to throw me against the wall and pound this big hard dick inside my dirty pussy. I'm yours. You can do anything to me. Make me cum so hard I pass out. Just please, give me your dick right now". He couldn't take it any longer. He spun around and pushed her up against the wall beside them. The water cleaning the soap off of him as he kissed her hard, their lips and tongues entwining. He slowly turned her around and bent her forward so her back was arched and her ass stuck out. He took hold of his rigid dick, his other hand on her waist, and began to toy with her outer lips. She wanted him inside of her and he wouldn't stop teasing her. It was torture. He would slip inside her a tiny bit and withdraw, her meaty lips encasing his head. He would slip forward and back, rubbing the swollen head against her lips and entrance. Her moans and whimpers told him he was teasing her too much, she needed his dick now and she needed it hard. In answer to his thoughts she grunted "STICK YOUR FUCKING DICK IN ME". He gave a lustful smile and aimed it at her entrance. In one single push he drove all the way into her pussy. His balls slapping against her clit as he bottomed out in her. She screamed in both pain and pleasure. She was amazingly tight, but that didn't stop him from getting all the way into her fast. He stayed there for a minute before her dirty talking spurred him on further. "Fuck me please, shove your cock in me over and over until I feel your cum explode inside. I want to feel your cum run down my legs. I haven't been fucked in so long, NOW START FUCKING ME". He slapped her ass and she moaned for more as he began ramming his dick in and out of her. First fast and hard, but then removing his dick until it almost fell out, waiting a moment and then thrusting it back inside her. She was wet and warm, even with the water running down them. Her insides were tight enough that it felt like there was a slinky inside of her, her muscles moved aside like ribs as he reamed her insides. She was shouting and moaning, whimpering and screaming. "FUCK ME, oh yeah fuck me so good baby. Your hot dick feels so good in me. I can feel it so deep in me its unbelievable. Holy fucking shit I love your dick." He loved the feeling of her tight little cunt. He reached forward with his now free hand and toyed with her clit, his balls slapping against it also with every thrust of his dick. She began to push herself back against him, to meet his thrusts. He was overwhelmed by how hot of a fuck she was; he was burning with the desire to fuck her forever. He leaned in to her ear, "Oh babe you're pussy is so tight. It's gripping me like a fist, I can't believe how good you feel. Mmmm, you're such a good little dirty girl for me aren't you". She moaned, "nnnuuuuhhh, no, I'm not a good girl." She spoke with every thrust. "I'm. a. dirty. little. whore. who. needs. to. be. punished. I'm. a. bad. girl. oh. fuck. me. like. a. bad. girl". He rammed into her harder. Her dirty talking was making his cum boil and his dick harder. "You're such a bad girl aren't you. Taking my dick in the girl's shower. Needing nasty sex like this. You're going to miss my cock on your trip aren't you?" "YES!" She screamed. "OH YES! I'm going to miss it so fucking much, I never want to stop fucking your beautiful cock. OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR DICK". "NNUUHHH, NUUHHH, NNUUHH, OH FUCK, UUUUHHHHH!" She moaned loud as she came on his dick. Her walls tightening, adding unbearable pressure to his dick, but it was too tight to withdraw. He just hung on for the ride. She slumped forward and he caught her with his arm. She jerked and writhed as he held her, his dick falling out, but through her incoherent rambling he understood 'put it back in'. He pushed back inside of her. She was as tight as a virgin; he thought ht might hurt her. She whimpered softly, still reeling from her orgasm as he slipped into her sopping wet pussy. "Cum inside of me", she had stopped violently jerking and began humping against his thrusts again. "Stick your dick so far inside of me when you cum, I want to feel all of it inside me. Cum for me you dirty boy". He fucked her harder and faster, her first orgasm melding into another. A single constant orgasm. Her pussy quivering, vibrating, and shaking with his dick. He couldn't take the feel of her pussy any longer, it was vibrating too much. He grabbed onto one of her tits and squeezed it hard, his other hand on her pelvis as he shoved deep inside of her and exploded. His balls tensed up and she felt it, the cum flowing up his shaft and out through the swollen head. It came in spurts and then in a long drawn out flow as his warm cum entered inside of her. She felt it everywhere, inside her deepest parts. Even in the pit of her stomach, her womb, and out the sides of her pussy as it dripped down her legs. He had cum so much and she didn't want to miss a drop of it. He held her there for a minute before withdrawing. She spun around to kiss him and he fell backwards, landing on the ground softer then he thought he would before passing out. - - - - - He opened his eyes to her concerned face, but she gave a forced smile when he became fully aware of what had happened. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Me?" She said with a laugh. "I'm not the one who fainted. Have you eaten today?" "No. I spent breakfast in your mouth and lunch in your pussy", he replied with a smile. She gave another laugh. "Very funny, but we can't fuck all day if you're not going to eat something. Rocking my world takes energy." She helped him get up and they both got dressed before sneaking out of the girl's bathroom. Thankfully everyone was still at the dining hall for lunch. "I can't believe I fainted." He said after they had walked down the path for a minute. "I can't believe I orgasmed", she blurted out. "Seriously, I never orgasm. You're amazing". He blushed, but modestly waved off the comment. "So were you. I've never had such hot sex like that before. Get back from your trip ASAP please". She gave a little grin and stopped. He turned to face her devious look. "The trip I'm going on is only on the back lakes. A few kilometres from the camp on the other lake. I have an idea, but I'm not going to tell you until I've left on the trip." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. "I think I like you, but were going to have to have incredible sex a few more times before I figure it out." He smiled widely. She kissed him again and sprinted off down the path in the opposite direction of the dinning hall. He started after her, but halted as she spoke. "Wait until tomorrow and I'll have figured out my plan. Be prepared for some late night canoeing", she shouted as she ran further down the path. Blowing him a kiss, she turned and disappeared into the woods. He shook his head as she disappeared. He thought he liked her too, but he liked the idea of continuing their sexcapades. Especially if it involved sneaking around camp at night for midnight trysts. As he started down the path to lunch all he could do was wait until tomorrow to see what she had planned next for them as his heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched in his shorts. To be continued...