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Campside

By: Ashson



I was camping and I was bored.

I'd been fishing and hiking and swimming and was pleasantly tired, but it was still early. Far too early to retire for the night.

There were a couple of other camps scattered around. Most of them nearer the facilities area but one had been set up slightly further out. Initially I'd thought mine was the outlying campsite, but these people had found one even further out, screened by some large bushes.

Being a gregarious type, I thought I'd wander over and say hullo, maybe share a beer or two.

Reaching the campsite I found it occupied by two young ladies. They appeared to be in their twenties and were both reasonably attractive. Obviously there'd be nothing to lose by getting acquainted.

"Evening, ladies," I greeted them. "Having fun?"

"Yes, but we don't need any male company. Goodbye," came the quick reply.

It was plain that I'd made an immediate hit, so I started to push my luck a little.

"It's a bit lonely out here away from the main camping grounds. You're not worried about bears in the night?"

"In Australia? Let them come."

"We have snakes. Lots of snakes."

"The camping site is surrounded by a gravel road. Snakes hate crossing gravel so I think we're reasonably safe. Goodbye."

We were still talking. That had to be a good sign.

"Would you like a drink before I go?" I suggested. Mister Smooth, that's me.

"No. Goodbye." Little Miss Stuck-up, that's her.

"If I didn't know it couldn't be so, I'd think you were trying to chase me away," I lamented. "I'm bored. If you're feeling a little bored maybe you'd care for a game of strip poker."

"No. Now go away." She didn't even crack a smile, although her friend did.

Sometimes you have to drop subtle and take a more direct approach.

"It's fortunate that you said no, really. I don't have any cards. Well, as we seem to have ruled out all the pastimes, and you don't want to talk, would either or both of you like to get undressed for a little slap and tickle?"

"If we do," came the dry reply, "it'll be with each other. We're lesbians. Go away."

And if they were lesbians I was a koala sitting up in one of the trees.

"Well, it's been fun, but I've really got to go. No really, I must. If you need me for anything, my camp's just over there."

Defeated, I skulked off to my camp, still bored.

About an hour later I heard voices coming from the girls' camp. Rather angry voices, so I thought I'd wander over and make sure everything was all right.

There were three youths there, aged about nineteen or twenty, trying to put the hard word on the girls, unwilling to accept a no.

"Problem?" I asked, with a very cold edge to my voice. The three lads turned belligerently towards me, looked me over and decided they didn't want any trouble that came in my size.

"No problem," one said "We're just leaving." And they stayed not on the order of their going, as the poet would say.

And the girls fell at my feet crying, "our saviour".

Fat chance.

"We had the situation in hand. There was no need for you to come over."

"What you would have had in your hand very shortly would not have been the situation," I said. "Those boys didn't seem inclined towards taking no for an answer."

"We could have handled them," the girl protested. "We're quite capable of looking after ourselves."

"You'd be a damn sight better off looking after yourselves if you moved your camp nearer the facilities where there are a number of other campers around," I said. "Physically you couldn't even handle a single determined man. You'd be mincemeat if a man moved in on you with intent."

"You worry too much. We both know martial arts. We could have handled those guys if they'd tried to get tough." That girl was determined to make her point.

"Lady," I told her, "if I wanted I could tie you both in knots without raising a sweat. Those three idiots would probably have raised a slight sweat, but they would have taken you if they'd tried. Just be thankful that you've got adult company nearby. I still think you should shift camp somewhere safer."

"Tie us in knots without raising a sweat?" muttered one of the girls sceptically. "I'd love to see you try. I'd enjoy kicking your arrogant ass."

"Really? Would you like to see how easily I can spank yours?" I asked.

"Try it."

So I did. I just stepped forward and picked them both up, one under each arm, and then squeezed slightly. They didn't have time for any martial arts. Nor breath for screaming, after I squished them slightly. I just lowered them to the ground and let them loose, gasping for air but unhurt. Unhurt that is, until I reached over, pulled down a pair of shorts and firmly slapped a pretty little bottom.

I stepped back while the girls sorted themselves out, including the frantic hitching up of one pair of shorts.

For some reason they felt compelled to say some rather nasty things to me. There's just no gratitude in the world today. I just waved goodbye and said I'd be in my camp if they needed me. Were they sure neither of them wanted to come and play for a while? 

"I already told you we're lesbians," snarled one of the girls.

"I know, but I didn't believe you then, I don't believe you now, and your nipples don't believe you either," I said, reaching out and flicking a very prominent nipple. It appeared the close contact wrestling had excited both girls slightly, even if they had lost.

Two pairs of arms hastily folded across two nice chests, and two pairs of eyes glared at me. 

I waved and left.

Another hour passed and then I heard an indignant squeal from the girls' tent, abruptly cut off. I headed over there again.

The three boys were back. They'd sneaked up and pounced. One girl was firmly held while the other was trying to fight off two boys. I didn't bother to say a thing. I just stepped up behind the two boys and banged their heads together, hard enough to stun them for a while. Turning, I swung a punch at the boy holding the third girl. My fist sailed a fraction of an inch above her head and her playmate was suddenly lying down with what was going to be a pair of very nice black eyes.

I grabbed the two with the sore heads and ran them the twenty yards to the edge of the lake. I stopped, but they didn't, receiving a helping hand out into the water.

Returning to the camp I rescued black eyes from the two girls, who were thoughtfully kicking him, and helped him down to the lake as well.

I told the three idiots to get to their camp and get out. If they were around in the morning I'd have them charged.

Walking back to my camp I had to pass the girls. Ever on the attack, the girls accused me of over reacting. They would have been fine, they claimed. They could have handled the boys if I'd just left them to it.

Truly, these girls had absolutely no idea of self preservation. 

"Right. So they wouldn't have raped you. They would have been having sex with you because you permitted it," I remarked cynically.

"We can handle ourselves," blondie yelled, furious with me.

"What are your names?" I asked them. "I can't really go on thinking about you as the blonde one and the other one. I'm Max."

The brunette finally spoke. "I'm Gwen and she's Paula."

"And we didn't need your help. We can take care of ourselves, so go away," snapped Paula.

"So you keep saying. So if I take off your clothes and have sex with you, it will be because you permit it, is that right?"

"You couldn't," Paula snapped. "I wouldn't let you. Besides, Gwen would stop you even if you did get my clothes off, which you wouldn't."

"Sorry. Gwen would be too worried about the spanking she'd be getting at the same time to worry about you having sex with a man. Do you want to put it to the test?"

Neither girl spoke for a moment. Then Gwen said, "Why not?"

"What?" Paula seemed a bit surprised.

"Why not?" asked Gwen. She giggled. "I'm only risking a spanking, after all."

"Yes, but I'm risking getting raped," pointed out Paula.

"Not rape," I protested. "You'd be giving tacit approval, if I do it. Like paying up on a losing bet. You have to do it even if you are reluctant."

"That's even worse," she muttered. "I'd be agreeing to sex with a man."

"That's what men are for, and you're no more a lesbian than I am. Neither of you are." I was quite certain of that. 

Neither said anything to that crack, but the blushes were telling. They were using the lesbian fantasy to chase away unwanted men. With nothing more being said, I shrugged and turned towards my camp.

"See," Paula said, "he's got more sense than to even try."

"Cluck, cluck," said Gwen, laughing.

Some people really like to learn the hard way.

"I am not going to try unless you both agree that I can," I stated flatly. "To do otherwise would be rape, because you couldn't stop me. So do you agree or do I just leave you to stew and hope those idiots don't come back?" 

Gwen and Paula looked at each other. 

Gwen shrugged. "The idiots took us by surprise. So did he, that first time," she added resentfully. (Gwen was the lucky recipient of the smacked bottom.)

Paula nodded. "If we're ready for him we can take him," she agreed.

Gwen giggled. "Let's do it." 

Both of them turned to me, nodding their agreement, and taking up these silly little martial arts stances.

"You're both being foolish, but I don't mind. Just remember that screaming for help when you realise that you're losing is unsporting. I expect you to accept your penalties like adults. Not whinge and scream like children."

That got their back up. If they'd had any ideas of yelling for help when they found out how much trouble they were in, they now changed their minds. If they lost, they'd lose fair.

I took a step towards Paula and I have to admit it, she was quick. She pivoted slightly and let loose with a thrusting kick that would have ended the fight, and possibly my chances of fatherhood, if it had landed.

Unfortunately for Paula's intentions, I'd stopped short, dropped my arms and caught her ankle. Before she could retract, I'd lifted her leg straight up, and I'm a lot taller than she is. She found herself dangling from my hand for a moment, before I tossed her at Gwen who was coming to her assistance.

Silly of Gwen, really. It meant they both went down in a tangle, and you can't use martial arts if you're at the bottom of the pile with someone just lying on you. I didn't need to do anything fancy at that stage. Just lying on them meant that they were pinned by my weight, and they had no leverage or room with which to make a strike.

Being on top, I had room and manoeuvrability, both of which I used to my advantage. The first thing I did was remove a pair of shorts and panties from Paula, she being the uppermost girl. Then despite her wriggling and swearing I pushed her top up, including her bra until her breasts were free. A bit more tussling and her top came off, and she was naked and furious.

That still left me with Gwen, who was feeling a little squashed, and who still had all her clothes. I managed to separate the girls so they were lying next to each other and then I helped Gwen with her shorts and panties.

I stopped at that point and looked at Gwen. 

"I'm only supposed to spank you," I told her. "Was I actually supposed to take your clothes off as well?"

For once, the girls were in disagreement. Gwen said no, I wasn't, but Paula said yes, I was. Gwen asked why, and Paula promptly told her because she, Paula, was already naked and so Gwen was damn well going to be.

Feeling that Paula had some justification with her reasoning, I proceeded to remove Gwen's top. Only a shirt. It turned out she hadn't bothered with a bra.

I now had two nude girls squirming on the ground, held down by my weight. Gwen was pointing out rather bitterly that I hadn't actually given them a chance to fight. Just sitting on the pair of them was decidedly unfair in her opinion.

As far as I was concerned, standing up and being a target was not a preferred option. If they couldn't fight lying down, bad luck.

The problem now was to position them so that I could take Paula and spank Gwen. As problems go, it was more interesting than some I have had. 

While I was pondering this interesting problem I was absent-mindedly rubbing a pussy that happened to be close to hand.

There was a muffled squawk from Gwen, and then a demand to know just what I thought I was doing.

I explained. "I'm just considering what is the best way to proceed from here," I told her. "Whether to spank you first and then entertain Paula, or vice versa."

"I didn't mean that," she said, her voice seeming to be slightly odd. As I focused on her she continued.

"I mean why are you massaging me when I'm only supposed to get a spanking? Shouldn't you be massaging Paula?"

"Ah, sorry," I apologised. "I hadn't intended to."

Gwen seemed to be breathing rather hard now, for some reason. And it appeared that she had more to say.

"If you're not intending to, then do you mind taking your finger out of there and your hand off me?"

It seemed that my explorations had gone a little further than I had realised. I adjusted my position, withdrawing the hand that was upsetting Gwen. Then Paula started wriggling, but at least she couldn't object to what I was now doing. OK, she could, but I was entitled to ignore her.

"I don't suppose that you'd care to just sit quietly while I entertain Paula, would you?" I asked Gwen. "It would make things a lot simpler."

"I thought you said you were going to handle us both at once," Gwen retorted.

"I can," I assured her. "Really, I can. I'm just thinking of you. If I hold you bent over Paula and spank you while I entertain her, you won't get to see how I do Paula and she won't see you get spanked, so you both miss out."

"What makes you think we want to watch what you do to us?" demanded Gwen, incredulous.

"Of course you do," I said. "You're dying to see Paula's face as I enter her, and she's blaming you for this and really wants to see you spanked. She'll even dish out the spanking if I let her."

Paula was the one who decided. 

"Oh, sit down," she snapped at Gwen. "We obviously can't stop this animal from doing what he wants, so we might as well just let him get on with it."

I relaxed, letting Gwen move out from under me, and she obediently sat on the ground, a little to the side. I raised myself to my knees and started undoing my trousers. Paula might have escaped at that stage if she'd moved fast enough, but she didn't even try. She just watched me as I pushed my trousers down. She definitely seemed interested in observing what her fate was going to be.

To get Paula's attention back to the real me, I patted her pussy, smiling when her eyes jerked up to my face.

"Move your legs apart," I instructed her, "and lift your knees."

Like a lamb, Paula did as she was told, and then lay there, presenting herself to me and watching as I slowly moved down on her.

Paula was flushed and her lips were slightly apart, waiting for me. My cock pressed firmly against her and she lifted her hips, encouraging me to enter. Who needed encouragement? I was driving between her lips and going deep, with no hesitation.

Paula gasped as I sank into her (so did Gwen, but that didn't really count), and her legs came up and around me, holding me in place. Then we moved against each other. After a few tentative movements we seemed to blend into one accord, moving naturally with the rhythm of life.

Our coming together was gentle at first, that initial entry being slow enough to allow Paula to adjust to it physically, and for the first couple of minutes we took it slowly, enjoying the feel of each other.

As we became accustomed to each other we also progressed to a more energetic phrase, slowly building up the length and strength of the thrusts I was making into her. With everything I did, Paula reciprocated, lifting her hips hard, both presenting to me and accepting me.

We were both breathing hard now, and my hands had closed around Paula's breasts, enjoying the feel of them. And the taste, as my mouth sought them out, tasting and sucking, washing her nipples with my tongue, while all the while I continued to drive hard into her.

I could tell by the muted screams that Paula started to make, as well as they way she clutched me tightly to her, that she was rapidly approaching a climax. Not wanting to be left behind I started taking short but faster strokes, desperately reaching for my own climax as Paula clung tightly to me.

She beat me to it, but the way her muscles clamped around me was enough. I spilled within her, hearing her yell as I came. 

Slowly I came to a halt, and rested, arms either side of her and cock deep within her as I leaned, looking down at her.

"And now you have to attend to Gwen," she murmured. "Give her my best wishes, won't you."

I laughed as I rolled off her and sat up, looking over at Gwen. She was sitting there, looking flushed and breathing hard, and her nipples were on point duty.

I patted the ground in front of me.

"Over here, sweetheart," I told her, smiling. "Kneel down, head on your arms and bottom high."

Gwen moved slowly over to where I was, facing away from Paula, but her bottom nicely lifted to where I could give it a good swat.

"Hmm," I murmured, reaching out and running my hand over her bottom. "We never got around to discussing how hard or how long a spanking you should get, did we?"

While I was considering this interesting question, my hand just naturally fell to exploring everything that was in its reach. It sort of just drifted around the curve, settled on that pussy I had been feeling earlier, and seemed to recognise familiar territory. 

"Spanking," reminded Gwen, with a gasp in her breath. "You're supposed to be spanking me, remember?"

She had a point, so I lifted my hand and delivered a sharp spank, and then for some reason my hand just followed the curve of her bottom again.

"This isn't fair," gasped Gwen. "You only said a spanking."

I shrugged. 

"If you insist," I snapped, and brought my hand down on her bottom several times, producing a couple of sharp squeals.

Satisfied that duty was done, I returned to caressing Gwen, running my hand over her bottom and pussy and along her inner thighs.

"Will you stop that?" said Gwen. "That is not part of any spanking."

"That's OK," I told her. "The spanking is finished. The trouble is, my erection had come back and you seem to be in the right position to take care of it."

Gwen protested as I moved around and knelt behind her, my cock now pressing firmly against her pussy. I had only said I'd spank her, she complained, and there had been no mention of having to have sex with me.

"I know," I agreed, "and you don't have to have sex with me. But I think it's only fair to tell you that I'm about to put my erection right here in a few moments." While speaking I eased her lips apart and pushed a finger into her slit and deep within in her.

Paula was sitting up, watching the byplay with a smirk on her face, waiting to see what Gwen would do. Gwen did nothing.

She continued to kneel as I eased my finger out and then stretched her lips further apart. Pressing forward my cock passed between her lips, following the trail marked by my finger, while Gwen gave a steadily rising squeal, the further I entered.

Having recently climaxed, I was not going to come again in a hurry, which was probably a little unfortunate for Gwen. It meant that I could happily bounce her on my cock for a lot longer than she might expect. Smiling, I set to work.

Initially, Gwen squealed with each hard thrust into her, but soon she was too busy gasping and pushing her pussy back to meet me to waste her breath. I happily thrust into her, feeling her response, and then thrusting again. 


Campside



Eventually, Gwen did start squealing again, feeling a climax approaching her, and me, busy poking her and showing no signs of slowing down. She finally did come, giving a loud shout and seemed to settle slightly, waiting for me to slow down and stop.

Her voice sounded genuinely indignant when she realised that I had no intention of stopping, and she asked what did I think I was doing?

"Really, Gwen," I chided. "You seem a bit slow today. I'm still doing what I was doing earlier. Can't you tell?"

"But why?" she wailed, apparently assuming that I must have had a climax when she did.

"Because I haven't finished with you," I pointed out quite reasonably, or so I thought.

"Paula was right," Gwen gasped, as she struggled to start matching my rhythm again. "You're an animal."

Paula was watching the show and giggling at Gwen's indignation.

Gwen and I fairly soon back into a convenient working arrangement, me hammering her as fast as my cock could go, her shrieking and lifting to meet my thrusts. She was getting so noisy towards the end that I almost expected someone to come and investigate. 

It was shortly after Gwen had a second climax that I finally managed to come again, although I could only deliver a reduced load. Still, one does one best with what you have.

Afterwards we sat around, having a drink and talking. I'd pulled my trousers back on, but the girls were delightfully naked.

I wanted to know the reason for their earlier belligerence. Paula just shrugged. Too many men hitting on them she said, just because we came camping alone. That's why they'd moved their tent to this campsite. It seemed that they had pitched camp initially in a prime spot, and every unattached male and a number of attached ones had seemed to come on to them. They'd got sick of it and shifted out here where no-one could bother them.

"We didn't," Gwen said dryly, "expect to find ourselves camped next to a sex crazed animal who didn't know the meaning of the word no."

"Not fair," I protested. "I know what the word means. It's just that you forgot to use it."

"Hopefully," I added, "you'll forget to use it tomorrow when I drop by."



Campsite Couple



Creeping up on Beth wasn't usually hard for Greg to do. 

He'd been watching her all day as she helped to set up the tents and gather stones for the fire. She'd been bending down and he had been able to see the camel toe of her sex through her dark green khaki shorts. 

He'd been hard, instantly. But everyone was around and he couldn't easily walk up to her. He couldn't even leave the bushes with his cock pitching a tent in his shorts. 

Gods, how he hated these 'couple weekend retreats of healing goodness', or whatever Beth called them. How he'd let her sign them up again this summer, he had no clue. All it meant to him was that now they would be spending a weekend in a tight small clearing with five other couples, and completely unable to 'communicate' in the best way he knew how. 

Beth bounced around the campsite, big smiles and bright blue eyes, obviously in her glory. It made Greg sigh from the bushes where he was hiding out, trying to avoid working at the camp as much as possible. 

Beth really lived for this self-help and personal development shit. 

And he couldn't care less. They weren't one of the couples having issues. They just came along for the sake of the local church Beth made them attend. The weekends would be pretty dead if the church only invited Grumpy Gus types of people along. Beth and Greg were supposed to be inspiration. 

But with all the sex these weekends cut Greg off from, he was beginning to understand the general feel of grumpiness some couples could have. 

Beth was bouncing around again. Her breasts in her white T-shirt were heaving, and for a moment, Greg wondered if she had bothered to wear a brassiere. 

Wouldn't that just be like her, he thought. 

To not wear a bra while pretending to be all perfect and peppy and pristine. 

Ah, Beth, my little slut, I'm going to get you. You'll see. You won't even know I'm coming. 

Greg left the campsite to find a suitable place to go to the bathroom. Luckily, he carried his own handi-pack with him, complete with Kleenex for wiping! No leaves for him, he laughed to himself. 

But then, the most wonderful idea struck him. 

"Beth! Beth, Beth!" he called out from off to one side of the camp. 

"Greg? Greg, what's wrong?" came his wife's worried voice. 

Greg came out from behind a tree, looking at Beth sheepishly. Then he beckoned to her. She quickly came over to him and he whispered in her ear. 

Her eyes went wide and her face drained of color. 

"Oh Greg, dear gods! I'll be right back, just let me go get the medical kit!" 

And off Beth raced, leaving Greg chuckling as he headed deeper into the woods. 

Surely someone would have heard him call out. When they saw Beth bounding through the trees, they would stop and ask her something, for sure. 

"What's wrong with Greg?" they would ask. 

And Beth would answer, being the honest sweetie that she is. 

"He has poison ivy! In personal places!" 

Then they would gasp, and she would nod and would go running for the medical kit, hoping to return to her husband and make it all better before the weekend was destroyed. 

And her needing to take care of him would free them both from chores and from prying eyes for quite some time. 

He lay down in a small clearing between some trees to wait. And soon, he could hear her calling out to him. 

"Greg? Greg, honey, I'm here!" 

Quickly he sat up, cupping both hands over his groin and putting on a puppy dog face. 

"Here I am," he said meekly, sitting up on a stump. 

He made sure he moved gingerly, as if every movement of his legs shifted the wrong thing and made it hurt. 

"Oh, baby! You look like you're in so much pain!" 

Beth quickly got to her knees in front of her husband, brushing her short wavy brown hair out of her long-lashed blue eyes and tucking it behind her ears. She always did that when she was about to get into something that would require her concentration. 

If Greg's plan worked, she'd be doing just that shortly! 

"Okay, now, I'm going to need to undo your shorts, Greg," Beth said firmly. 

"No!" he said. 

He had to object, to make it look good. 

"I have to put this cream on it. And it needs to go on soon, before the poison really gets into your skin! Now stand up!" 

Greg stood up, trying not to grin at his wife's concerned tones. She had coated her fingertips with a white goopy cream from the medical kit, and was not fumbling with his shorts with the other hand. She was struggling to undo his zipper and pull it down without holding the shorts at the same time. 

Beth tugged and tugged, and finally Greg helped her. Slowly, his pants came down. He watched his wife's mouth, tight with worry, as she looked over his cock. 

"Why on earth are you hard over this? You said it hurt?" 

"Well it does hurt," he said, no longer holding back his grin. 

But Beth hadn't seen yet. 

Ever so tenderly, she lifted his cock and moved the hard rod to first one side, then the other. She shook her head and pushed Greg's shorts down further, making him step out of them. Then she spread his legs and lifted his sack, making him shiver and making his cock jump. 

"I still don't see anything," she said. 

Her brow was wrinkled now in frustration. 

"But it hurts, honey," Greg said, taking his cock by the base and waving it in front of Beth's face. 

Quickly she stood up, gasping. 

"You had me all worried like that for nothing? Just because you're horny? I could kill you!" 

Greg put his arms around his wife's slender waist, beginning to kiss her neck. 

"Nah, don't kill me. Just fuck me and let's call it even?" 

Beth began to giggle, wiping her hand on the side of her shorts to clean it of cream before she put her arms around Greg's neck. She nuzzled his dark brown hair and smiled against his neck flesh. 

"You're horrible," she cooed. 

"No, you are! For signing us up for these things! It's summer, we should be out under the stars, but we should be fucking like wild dogs! Not playing at being Ken and Barbie!" 

Beth just laughed, her head dropping back as Greg's mouth found her throat and nipped at it. His hands slipped down to her ass, cupping the firm round cheeks and lifting her up against him slightly. "Come on, you have to admit this was a great idea. We're alone. And they won't come looking for us for some time." 

He slid down to sit on the stump again, rubbing his thighs. 

"Pway wiff me?" Greg said, making a pouting face with puppy dog eyes. 

"How can I resist? You're already hard. And you know what they say..." 

"A hard man is good to find?" 

Beth nodded and got down onto her knees in front of the stump, taking Greg's cock in her palms. 

"You sure it hurts?" He nodded, grinning down at his wife and stroking her hair. 

"Then I'd better be extra gentle." 

"But thorough, too, Doctor." 

Beth reached out with her mouth, drawing the cock towards her lips with her hands as she winked at Greg. 

"Thorough it is." 

As the sun beat down through the treetops, catching and highlighting the light gold flecks in Beth's hair, Greg watched in wonder as his wife's tongue came out and flicked at the head of his aching cock. She kept her eyes locked in his as she teased the tip of her wet tongue around the small slit at the top of the heavy head. Greg felt his balls tighten almost instantly, and Beth was rewarded with a drop of precum. 

She teased at it, smearing it around and around the sensitive head with her tongue. Then she pulled back off his cock, slowly. And the drop of precum stretched, clinging to her bottom lip now while staying connected to Greg's dick. 

The long thin strand glistened in the golden sunshine. Beth almost seemed to wink at Greg. Then she closed her eyes and reeled the strand in, sucking it into her mouth between her lips but following the strand as it shrank until her mouth was against his cock once more, this time in a kiss. 

"Gods, Beth. You're so fucking beautiful. How could I not want you, every minute of every day." 

"I know, baby," she said softly, dropping kisses up and down his shaft. 

"It must be so hard." 

"It is. Can't you tell?" 

Beth opened her eyes, smiling, then went back to work. 

She opened her mouth now, sucking the entire cock head inside. Greg could feel her tongue swirling around, teasing at the head's slit from within. Then she was lifting up on her knees more, so she could suck more of his cock into her mouth. 

Greg felt himself losing control, but this wasn't how he wanted to spend their few moments of together-time -- him cumming quickly in her mouth. 

"Wait," he said, pulling her off of his cock. 

"Hrm?" 

"I want you. I want to fuck you, to be inside you, to own you." 

He was pushing her back on the grass and brush, his hands on her shorts as he knelt between her thighs. 

"I want to fuck you, Beth. I want to fuck your cunt, then your ass." 

"Do you think we have time for all that, sailor?" she giggled, helping him slide her shorts down. 

Greg quickly slid over her, staring down into his wife's beautiful face. 

"We're going to take the time. But we will hurry. You know I love it hard and fast." 

Beth reached up and brought Greg's mouth down on hers, lifting her legs up around the backs of his thighs. His cock found her wet slit as if it were drawn there by a magnet, and he entered her effortlessly. 

Then, while sucking her tongue into his mouth, he began to pound into her slender body. The feel of the hard earth beneath them was unique, hard and resisting beneath Beth's soft and giving body. 

"Tell me you want me, Beth," he said, pulling away from her mouth and staring hard into Beth's eyes. 

"Gods, I've wanted you since we left the house this morning." 

"Really?" he said, continuing to thrust into her. 

"Yes, fuck yes. I wanted to fuck you in front of all our friends. I wanted you to throw me to the ground and do me in the camp. Because I knew you wanted to, too!" 

"Fuck, Beth, I love you." 

"Then fuck me hard, Greg. Make me cum!" 

Greg began to viciously saw in and out of his wife's tight sheath, thrusting so hard he knew he was making her raw. But she loved it that way, at times like this. She loved the rush and the blur and the quick orgasmic frenzy his fucking could send her into. 

Soon, she was there. Beth's nails were clawing at his back, digging into his ass. Her legs tightened around the backs of his, and held him tightly to her. But he knew not to stop yet, to keep thrusting until he finally felt her milking his thick cock from within. 

Only then would he dare to satisfy himself. Only then would he think of his own needs. And his own needs were so strong. 

Beth was panting, still clinging to him. Greg fucked her continuously until her body became limp and like putty in his hands. Then, without withdrawing his cock from her sopping cunt, he slipped himself around behind her, bending her leg so it passed between them. Now he was behind her, where he wanted to be. 

Beth's back was against his chest. He reached around in front of her, cupping one of her breasts. She was bra-less, like he had suspected. He cupped and fondled the tit, pinching at the nipple to bring Beth back to earth. 

"Ready?" he whispered hotly in her ear. 

They were on their sides now. Beth turned her head slightly to his, biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation. He gripped her upper leg and lifted her thigh in his hand away from them. 

Then, he pulled his fully-loaded cock from her tight sheath, feeling her wet hole sucking at him as if she didn't want to let him go. Slowly, he guided his cock with his hips over her perineum, then up to her anus. And he pushed at her pucker with the wetted head. 

Beth was still tight. They never indulged enough in anal sex, in his opinion. So she was as tight as she ever had been. Her dark flower was still resistant to his swollen cock head. 

He wouldn't have it any other way, and neither would she. 

Greg began to push inside of Beth's asshole, grunting as his hips began to buck in short, quick thrusts, until finally there was the feeling of the expected pop. And he had pushed past the first muscular rim of her ass. Then, he was thrusting longer, and harder. 

Beth groaned, her hands gripping and pulling at the grass and leaves of the plants around them. Greg still held her one leg aloft, keeping her thighs spread while he started to truly intrude on her ass. He snarled against her ear, feral-like. 

"I love fucking your ass. I hope I die fucking your ass. You're mine, Beth. You were made for me. Forever." 

"Forever," she answered, beginning to whimper as he filled her. 

Now Greg forced her over onto her stomach, flat on the ground, so he could feel himself bouncing off of her tight butt cheeks. He pounded into her, feeling himself let go and release. 

"Fuck, Beth, I'm going to cum! Ah! Ah yes, fuck, I love your ass!" 

"Harder, Greg!" she cried out. 

And he knew she was in pain, knew that she knew discomfort. 

But knew that she took that for him. Because she loved him. 

"Ah! Ah ah ah!" 

Then he was cumming, spurting into her ass, filling his wife's posterior canal with his seed. He pumped and pistoned and thrust. And Beth cried out and whimpered, more for his sake than for her own, knowing he loved the sounds. 

Greg kept going, then paused. Then he thrust again, deeper this time, emptying himself within his wife. Then he paused, panting, barely able to keep himself afloat above Beth. 

"Um," someone said, off to one side of the clearing. 

"Is...this the class on communication? 

Or....the session on Give and Take?" said someone else. 

"Pastor? Is that sanctioned in the Bible?" 

Busted! 

"Everyone, back to the camp! I think Greg and Beth need AHEM more alone time!" 

Then the shocked couple listened as several people made their way away from their not-so-secluded clearing back towards the camp. 

"Oh Beth, I'm so sorry," Greg said, getting up off of his wife and helping her to turn over. 

"Not as sorry as I am," she said, smiling up at him. 

Greg quirked an eyebrow at his wife's odd expression. 

"Huh? I just made you out like a sleaze in front of all your friends." 

"Yeah, but I'm supposed to be Lil Miss Camper Scout, right?" 

"Right," he said, agreeing. 

"So...when I came here thinking I was going to put ointment on you...when I agreed to our lil play time...why didn't I notice..." 

"That we weren't that far from the camp after all?" Greg offered, questioning. 

"No...that we were laying in a bed of real honest to goodness poison ivy?" 



Campsite Cuisine



FANTASIES II

We have decided to camp out near a river, one that seems to lazily drift by, but flows enough so the mosquitoes aren't attracted to it like they would be to a pond. It is the early part of September, when the weather is still warm during the day, but deliciously cool at night--just right for our outdoor tryst! There are pine trees around, just enough for privacy, but not so many that we can't watch the sun as it dips lower in the sky, settling beneath a blanket of green, blue and pink. As the sun goes to bed we build a fire to keep away wild animals (no luck here, you brought ME on this camping trip, remember?). Looking around for suitable firewood, I am turned on by the smell of pine (also the flowers that I find sprinkled here and there). I look up and notice the full moon coming up from its nest in the eastern horizon; there is not a cloud in the sky, and I'm thinking it is going to be an eventfull night. I come back to the campfire and find some pretty flowers in an empty beverage bottle (filled with water from the river) placed near our sleeping bag. I place the firewood somewhere safe, but accessible for use, then carefully pluck one of the flowers from the bottle. I smell it, luxuriating in its nearly intoxicating fragrance, and gently run the blossom slowly down my neck, onto my chest, between my breasts. I hear you coming back to the campsite, bringing more firewood; you're smiling because you caught me at a very erotic moment--and I'm smiling because the woods, the flowers, and the river put me in heat faster than any animal...But I am biding my time before I seduce you into my little mating dance!

As luck would have it, there are a few blackberries around, so I pick as many as I can carry--and as many as my bare legs will allow, since my silky skin is sensitive and easily scratched. I eat a couple berries; they are so ripe that the juice has squirted on my fingers and I am sucking it off. I glance around and see you watching me as I do so--smiling, knowing what my mouth is capable of and just a tad jealous of my fingers! We bring the berries back to the campsite to add to our evening repast: some hot dogs, potato salad, soda and marshmallows--basically whatever we could fit in a cooler and a picnic basket (Hey, Boo-boo!) We managed to find a couple of flat-sided rocks to sit on, and some long, thin green sticks on which to roast our hot dogs and marshmallows; so we settle down by the fire to roast. The moon is climbing steadily higher, and as we sit together waiting for the hot dogs to cook, our own temperatures are rising, but not because of the fire's heat. The moon shining down on your hair seems to give your hair a slight silvery hue; the fire is giving your face and almost devilish glow, your eyes seem to dance in the light, as they look at me. 

My cheeks burn with the fire of my thoughts as I look at you. The hot dogs snap and pop a bit as they drip a little in the fire; we are startled from our musing to find that they are cooked. We are hungry, but being hot, we need to eat the hot dogs slowly. I start blowing on the end of mine and manage to get my teeth on it, and take a bite. You ask, "How is it?" I'm still chewing, but manage to say "Mmmmm--it's good!" I hold out my stick so you can have a bite (yours is still cooling). You snag it off the stick and stick it in your mouth; I move toward you and go to bite off the end that would not fit in your mouth. We laugh as we munch down the length of the hot dog, till our lips meet. We gently kiss, then part to finish chewing, you look at me, and touching my face you say, "You have some juice from the hot dog on you. Here..." and draw me close so you can suck it off of my lips, and lick it off my chin, then move to my lips again to give me a deep passionate kiss. I feel my own lusty juices moving inside me; feeling warm, I break away slowly and remove my light jacket. You can tell that I'm not wearing a bra because the stimulus of the kiss combined with cool night air have made my nipples hard, and you can see them through my shirt...

I stand up and stretch, so that my ample breasts strain against the fabric of my shirt. On impulse, I decide to pull it up and over my head, removing it. As I undo my snug jeans, you look on, a little shocked as I say, "I think I'll take a little dip in the river!" As I wade in, I find it chilly, but nipples are rock-hard and protrude seductively. You have stripped down---now we are both naked and skinny-dipping in the river. As I float on my back, you can see my voluptuous body glistening in the moonlight. My skin is luminous, the color of pale silk; my breasts appear to be like snow-covered mountains, floating on the water. You wade into the water up to your waist, then plunge underwater. When you come up, you exclaim, "Holy fuck, that water's cold!"

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" I call out.. You wade over to where I am and look down at me, watching my breasts gently bobbing around with the current; my lovely nipples look like hard berries in the moonlight, taunting you, daring you to venture a nibble. You reach out and touch them with your fingertips, gently flicking them. My pussy feels a rather intriguing combination of cold and hot, with the river and the river of my lust flowing toward it. Seeing you all wet from your dunk makes me hotter and seeing YOUR nipples as hard as mine makes me lose my concentration as I am floating. I gain my footing and with a little gleam in my eye, I say "Let's go back to the fire!" So I walk out first, you watch my milky body swaying in the luminous glow of the moon as I walk toward our spot; despite the coldness of the water,I can see your dick responding as you walk toward me and see me sitting on a rock, still naked. I grab my roasting stick and reach for the marshmallow, commenting "that little swim sure made me hungry!" I slide the marshmallows on the stick and start roasting them in the fire. 

"Girl, you MUST be hungry," you say, indicating the FIVE mallows on my stick. "Mm-hmmm", I muse as I watch them catch on fire. You follow suit and soon are also roasting. I blow the flames out, and blow on the mallows to cool them a bit; taking a bite, I smile as I come up with a decadently sweet idea. I pull the mallows, now soft and sticky, off my stick--and smear them on my breasts. You are watching your mallows as they roast, when you hear me say, "Ooooh-hey, this feels nice!" You look up to see melted marshmallow all over my chest, even my nipples, and extending down my belly. You hear a "Wuf-f-f-f-f-" sound and see YOUR mallows have caught on fire. You blow it out, then take THEM off the stick and rub those also on my body. I smile mischievously at my little prank; you smile back--and then rub some of that melted mallow on my PUSSY! "Hey, what are you doing.." I exclaim as I feel the warm stickiness on my crotch. "You'll see," you respond mysteriously. You lead me over to our sleeping bag, helping me lie down without getting the sweet goo all over, and half lie down next to me...

The coolness of the air is causing the mallow to solidify a little, so you say "Here let me lick some of this off!" Then employing the full surface of your hot and hungry tongue, you start licking--slowly. You begin just above the cleavage of my breasts, and lick your way down and around. You point your tongue, then using just the tip, you lick from the fullness of my breasts near my body out to my nipples. You lick around and around the areolas then suck my nipples, one at a time, into your mouth, and suck hungrily on them to get every last bit of mallow off. You kiss me with your sweet sticky mouth, and I feel my pussy building a fire of its own for the mallo that is covering it. For all the chill in the air, your body against mine is astoundingly warm; then I feel your glorious erection rubbing against my hip, as we are kissing, sharing the mallow that you have licked from my milky mounds. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I purr seductively. "Oh....HOW could I forget that soft sticky kitty of yours?" you say as if you are scolding yourself for being naughty. You ease yourself down between my creamy thighs so you can munch on the treat that's waiting for you. You take one of your sticky fingers, lick on it then carefully insert it into my sweet hole, thinking that the cold may have it a little dry. Your dick throbs almost joyously when you find that my juices are not only there, but VERY plentiful, for all the licking you did, and in anticipation for what will happen next. 

You pull out your finger, and suck on it. Intrigued by the flavor created by the combination of the marshmallow and my delicous nectar, you dive in for more. As your hot eager tongue probes and licks my sugar-coated mound, I squirm and moan. I lick my hands then wipe them on the grass to remove the stickiness from them; I reach down and run my fingers through you hair..As I do so, my juices are made to flow even faster from my pussy; you grunt with pleasure as you taste it mixed with the mallow that you're working hard to lick up. From between my smooth thighs, you reach up your hands to my nipples and twist and turn them, driving me out of my mind with desire with the double-play. You are alternately sucking my little clit, dipping your sexy tongue into my honey-pot, then withdrawing it, and licking around the edges. I am no longer feeling chilly, but as hot as the campfire. After what seems like an eternity, I feel you gently kissing, licking and nibbling the inside of my thighs. I spot the dish of berries nearby, and say "Now it's MY turn to have dessert!" I pull you down next to me; then reaching for the berries, I dip my hand into the bowl and come up with a handful. My hands cupping the berries, I bring them down to your crotch; smiling wickedly, I smoosh them on your rock-hard dick. As I do so, the juice drizzles down over you balls. You laugh a little because the juice is cool, the berries having been exposed to the night air. Your dick seems to enjoy this stimulation and gives a throb---thus enticing me to put my face close so I can lick and eat the berries off, slowly and deliberately, one by one. After consuming them, I lick my able talented tongue along your long hard shaft, tasting the sweetness of the berries, smelling the lust that you exude from every pore. I work my way down to your balls and gently lick the juice from them, sucking carefully at the skin underneath the juice, tickling the hard area behind your balls with my fingertips. Getting up on my hands and knees, I crawl over beside you and give you a deep, passionate kiss. "Mmmmmm--" 

I hear you groan (almost a growl) as you taste the juice that I have been enjoying off of your equally tasty cock...Wrapping your arms around me, you ease me onto my back as you maneuver to be above, but next to me. Looking down at me, with hair spread out on the sleeping bag, the moon and the stars shining down onto my face and hair, caressing my body you say "You are so beautiful--I want to make love to you like no one has ever done before!" Bending down, you kiss me softly and tenderly. Your dick is against my leg, waiting to be introduced to my very swollen and very WET pussy, but despite your intense desire to bury it deep inside me, you take you time kissing me, touching me. My skin is as smooth as satin, my hair as soft as a kitten, shiny as silk. Looking in my eyes, you notice that the moonlight makes them a light blue. You hear me whisper, "I love you--I want you!", and see just a little moisture around my eyes. The beauty of the night, the warmth of your body, the tenderness of you touch and the intensity of your passion and mine have created an emotion, brought a response that you never expected. You cover my mouth with yours and kiss me deeper; you move so that now you body is covering me. the coolness of my breasts and thighs bring another throb from your long-suffering dick. I part my thighs and invite you to nestle against the delicate petals of my passion flowers.

I wrap my arms around you and lightly graze my fingernails down your back, and onto your gorgeous ass, working little circles around on your cheeks. This sends a shiver through you, and my pussy sends out more juice in delight of your response. You kiss my face and around my neck just under my chin and around my ears; I hear you whisper, "I need you--I love you..." I guide my hand between us down to your eager member; lifting my hips slightly, I slide it inside me. I am so aroused that the coolness of it makes me come. I arch my back in reflex, pressing my breasts against you, my head back, my throat exposed. You kiss along down my neck; I grab your ass to push you into me. I feel you tighten your cheeks, as you gear up to thrust into me ----slowly, deliberately, and unendingly. I run my hands through your hair, relishing in its softness... I'm lifting and grinding my hips to the rhythm of your powerful thrusts, feeling your thickness inside me; the moon shining behind your head and the flames of our campfire shining, dancing on your incredibly sexy body makes me fell like I'm on another planet. As I am enjoying the view, another climax, more powerful, more intense, rips through me. You throw your head back as you feel my pussy squeeze you, caressing you into ecstasy. You keep stroking, and my pussy is so wet, so hot, we are like parts of a well-oiled machine (but we are far from mechanical!) The more you stroke, the more I build up as I reach another orgasm. This time, my whole body shakes, while my pussy is milking your hot cock. My earth-shaking climax has the effect of a vibrator on you, and the heat of my pussy and my kisses on you neck and shoulders, send you over the edge. You come so hard with your last deep thrust that I feel light-headed, drunk with your lust and teary-eyed with my release. Resting on your elbows above me you look into my eyes, glistening in the moonlight, you whisper, "I never knew it would be like this with you!" As I touch your face, I can see tears in your eyes....



Campsite Neighbors



(This story is a third sequel to Pleasure Trip(Group Sex).Readers are encouraged to read A Special Birthday(Mature) and Seducing a Trucker(Group Sex) to get a better understanding of the present story. All comments are greatly appreciated.)

Lisa was driving the RV. She had been at the wheel since we left the rest area where we had met the trucker. She was listening to a light classical CD. Alex reclined against me on the couch behind the driver's seat. The three of us were on a two-week pleasure trip to Arizona from Chicago.

We had met Lisa in Chicago after she responded to our newspaper ad for a female companion to accompany us on our trip. The beautiful 49-year old widow, who, like my 48-year old wife Alex, looks at least ten years younger than her age, impressed us with her warm, demonstrative and amorous personality. She is dark-haired, has dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, a sultry complexion and an impish smile. Both she and my wife have similar curvaceous bodies, about 5'6" and 130 lb. with prominent breasts, flat stomachs and long shapely legs. However, Alex is a contrast with her radiant blue eyes, her long blonde hair, her light complexion and sensuous mouth.

I'm Will, the lucky guy traveling with these two lovelies. My driver's licence states that I'm 55, 6'2", 182 lb., have brown eyes and dark hair sprinkled with grey. It doesn't disclose that I'm in very good physical shape and that my 8-inch cock is in a mostly erectile state while trying to match the high sex drives of my two lovely female companions.

Alex had the camcorder in her hands and had opened the side LCD panel to view what we had filmed around noon with the trucker. She pressed the rewind button and located the beginning of the video. 

Alex and Lisa dressed in tank-tops and short shorts are undressing the trucker, one unbuttoning his shirt, the other undoing his belt and removing his pants. They both help him out of his shorts. Alex holds his rigid cock and pulls him on the bed with her.

My own cock had grown erect in my shorts and pressed against Alex's buttocks as I perused the soundless video scene. I pressed the pause button on the camcorder. My hands slipped under her tank top to cup her breasts.

"You were really hot for him, weren't you?" I whispered in her ear.

"I wanted to fuck him and have you watching me fuck a stranger. That's what you wanted me to do, wasn't it? I saw you wink at him when I was feeling his erection earlier" 

"You better believe it! I had a hard time holding the camcorder. I almost came in my shorts thinking about you fucking him"

"Did you like my strip-tease?" she asked naughtily. She had released the pause on the video.

"Very sexy, you vixen!" I replied excitedly, looking again at the small screen.      

Alex is astride the trucker. Very slowly, she is removing her tank top and squeezing her luscious breasts. The man on the bed is drinking in this voluptuous creature exposing herself. She straightens and starts removing her thong. The guy's cock twitches and Lisa grabs hold of his swollen shaft by the base and compresses it to prevent his ejaculating prematurely. She hands a condom to her friend who rolls it onto the stiff penis while licking her lips sensuously.

My wife stopped the video again, straightened, turned sideways, unzipped my shorts, and took hold of my firm cock. She lifted her brief skirt, raised her bare ass, placed my erect penis between her legs against her warm and wet pussy and lay back against my chest. She moved her pelvis suggestively and sighed. 

"That feels so good, lover. I could just come rubbing against your cock like that. But I want to see the rest of this video."

"I love you, you hot, lustful woman." I settled back, enjoying her warmth as my hands caressed her breasts and my fingers played with her hard nipples.

The camera is zooming in on Alex' buttocks as she lowers herself slowly on the trucker's thick cock. Lisa releases the stiff tool moves to face Alex and caress her clit.

Alex presses down until the hard shaft disappears and her buttocks are touching the man's balls .Her buttocks rise and the condom-covered cock glistens with her pussy juices. She presses down again and her up and down movements accelerate. The trucker's pelvis rises in rhythm to meet her moist succulent flesh. Lisa's hand is moving in tandem. The camera now focuses on the man's hands kneading my wife's breasts and pulling her nipples and then upwards to Alex' face as she concentrates on her pleasure. Her features contort as she climaxes. The man on the bed arcs his back, thrusts upward then falls back, deflated.

As the scene unfolded on the screen, Alex's pelvis was moving up and down on my captive cock. She raised herself so that swollen tool was at the entrance of her drenched cunt. My cock slid easily into her velvety vagina. "Make love to me, sweetheart. Slow and gentle. Hmmm, just like that. Play with my nipples lover. Hmmm. I love your big cock in me like that."

At that precise moment, we felt the vehicle slowing. Speaking loudly over the classical music emanating from the vehicle's speakers, Lisa said, "I'm turning in a rest area. I need to pee." She drove the motor home into the parking lot and stopped and cut the diesel motor. She got out of her seat, and turned in our direction.. Glancing at us, she saw the raised skirt and my cock inside my wife's cunt.

"Hey, no fucking on my bus unless I'm supervising!" She laughed and rushed off to the restroom.

We paid no attention to our bossy driver and continued our leisurely fuck. Lisa came back, knelt beside us and lifted Alex' skirt completely. She gazed lustfully at my wife's naked pubis and placed a hand over her cunt and pressed down." Stop moving for a moment. I want to suck your clit." Without waiting for our reaction, she bent over and captured my lover's clit in her mouth and proceeded to suck her friend's pleasure center. 

Alex's body jerked as if struck by an electrical jolt. I pulled on her erect nipples and thrust up into her soaked pussy. Lisa did not let up her ministrations of my wife's clit, her head moving up and down in rhythm with our accelerated fucking. In the throes of an intense orgasm, Alex shrieked, "Oh God, you guys are making me come. Oooohhhh!! 

Don't stop. I'm coming again!"

After a series of small aftershocks, Alex's body relaxed. She forced Lisa away from her sensitive clit. I had not come so my swelled up cock was still buried fully in her hot vagina. Lisa, her face wet from Alex's soppy pussy, kissed both of us. Our tongues intermingled and we shared my wife's cunt juices.

"As your designated driver for this afternoon, I can't afford to come right now, so you guys owe me and I expect to be paid tonight." said our sensuous friend. "Now I have other duties to attend to." She bent down again, pulled my semi-erect cock from Alex's cunt and proceeded to fellate me. My cock instantly reinflated as Lisa engulfed my entire length in her sucking mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on my engorged cock. 

"He won't last long, Lisa. Come in her mouth Will. She wants to taste you too." Alex kept encouraging her friend to make her husband come. Lisa's expert fellation and Alex's stimulating conversation were striking the right nerves. My legs stretched out underneath Alex, my pelvis arched upwards as semen gushed with a toe-curling pleasure from my cockhead into Lisa throat. Lisa stood, bent down to kiss us again, sharing my semen all around.

"You guys relax here. Your reliable bus driver will take you to destination." She went back up front, configured something in the GPS. After numerous clicks and voice instructions, she declared that we were 52 miles from our selected campsite for the night.

She settled in the seat, started the motor and drove off carefully.

Alex turned on her side, gave me a passionate kiss, placed her left leg over mine so that my limp cock was resting against her warm and still damp labia, put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and must have fallen asleep.

The vehicle slowing down woke me up.

"The campsite is 1½ miles from here" announced Lisa as she turned into the freeway exit. Alex stirred and kissed me before sitting up. She straightened her skirt and went to sit in the captain's chair on the passenger side. I laced up my running shoes, and went to get my wallet. We were driving along a well-paved but twisting road lined with mature trees. Lisa turned right where a sign directed us to the registration office. She parked the vehicle a few yards from the entrance. On our left, on the other side of the entrance roadway another RV was parked. I left the motor home with the two women still sitting in their seats at the front and commenting on the neat and well-treed campsite. 

When I entered the office, I noticed a youngish couple at the registration desk. Even from where I stood, I could see that the woman was a knockout. She was facing me and speaking to her dark-haired companion. They both appeared to be in their mid-thirties. She had a beautiful face framed by long light blonde hair. She wore green and white sandals, a short dark green skirt and a low-cut round-collared white blouse with the top two buttons undone. As I approached I admired the deep cleavage and the top of her high and prominent breasts. She looked at me and her green eyes caught me staring. She smiled and said something to her companion. She bent down to retrieve an oversize white handbag and her blouse gaped exposing a good portion of her right breast. Picking up her bag she straightened up and looked directly at me gazing at her chest. She provocatively undid another button of her blouse, smiled widely and winked. I winked back returning her smile. "God, that beautiful creature is coming on to me!" hardly believing my good fortune. She leaned into her man and spoke in his ear. Then both of them bent over the counter as the receptionist laid out a map and explained, "You are here. You turn right beyond the building and go to the 4th street. Your site is 430 just here." The couple thanked her and turned to leave. She hooked her arm in his as they walked to the door. She smiled at me again when they passed by. I remained where I was turning to observe them leave. I admired her long tanned legs and the sensual sway of her hips. 

"Quite a looker, isn't she?" said the receptionist smiling at my embarrassment. "What can I do for you?"

"I want a site for the night. May I see your map?" I checked the number of the site adjacent to 430. "Is site 432 free?" I asked her. She turned to check her board. "Yes, it is. You'll be beside the young couple" she added with a twinkle in her eyes. I finalized the registration and the lady told me to enjoy our stay.

When I returned to the RV, the girls were still sitting at the front. 

"You saw that young couple who had the RV just across from us? Wow, what a hunk that guy was!" Lisa said

"Will probably only saw the girl with the tits," interjected Alex

"Yeah, it's all a matter of point of view," I defended myself.

"As she was going up the steps of her RV, the hunk put a hand under her skirt and raised it so that we could see her bare ass. She turned her head and laughed. Then she saw us looking at them and she waved. Her man still had her skirt up and he seemed to be caressing her pussy. She said something and he turned and waved too. Then they went inside and drove away." Lisa was narrating this episode with a gleam in her eye.

"If we see them again, it might offer possibilities," added Alex with a wide grin 

Lisa had turned on the motor. "Where's our site, lover?" 

"Turn right just beyond the building, and go to the fourth street. We're at site 432."

"Oh, you dog, you!" exclaimed Alex as Lisa pulled into our site." Look who's next door!"

"Well, couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. At least to admire from afar." I smirked.

Our neighbors were standing at the front of their RV. The door giving access to the wiring was up. The man was leaning inside examining something. She stood on tiptoes stretching to see inside. Her short skirt was up to mid-thigh and exposing a very shapely leg. 

"I'll go see if I can give them a hand" I said to my lovely ladies. "Can you manage with the plug-ins" I queried. 

"No problem, sweetheart" replied Alex. "We're having hamburgers and salad. Invite them over if the opportunity arises."

I sauntered over and said, "Hi there. Anything I can help you with?"

They both turned and straightened. I introduced myself and shook the guy's hand. "I'm Harry and this is my wife Jane." he said. I extended my hand to Jane who squeezed it more than I would normally expect. "Hi. Will." The beautiful blonde still had three buttons of her blouse undone and my eyes went automatically to her swelled chest. 

"What seems to be the problem, Harry?" I questioned.

"A wiper problem" said the man." We hit some rain this morning and the wipers conked out on us. I'm just checking but that won't help much. I'm afraid I don't know much about how this monster works."

The woman was smiling beautifully and did not seem to be as concerned as her companion. "Unless he finds a box with a sign 'Fix wipers here' we're going to have someone come over and fix this before we leave." she said in a good-natured tone. Her voice was playful and mellow.

"Had a similar thing happen to me some time back. Wipers gave up. I suspected a burnt fuse but being somewhat new at this, I drove into an RV garage. Had to stay overnight.

The next morning they said it was all fixed. That burnt fuse, and that's what it was, cost me over a hundred bucks. Let's see if this is your problem."

I looked inside. "See that rectangular box" I pointed out. Harry was on my left and Jane moved to my right. I quickly glanced at her gorgeous tits, and grinned at her. 

"Let's lift the cover by unscrewing this nut." I raised the cover. There were two rows of fuses. "We either check each one or we look in the manual to see which one works the wipers. Have you got a manual?"

"Not sure. Let me check inside. There's a recess in the floor. Might be in there." replied the man. 

"Do you think that might fix it?" she asked moving to me as she stretched to point to the fuse box. I could feel her hips pushing against mine. I felt a stir in my cock. This woman was getting to me. 

"If one of those is burnt, that's probably the culprit. You guys new at this RV travel?" I asked. I remained leaning in, very conscious of her subtle perfume and her closeness. 

"Harry and I are vacationing for two weeks. We thought it would be fun travelling in a motor home. Have you been doing it for some time?"

Before I could reply, Harry was back with a book in his hand. "Got it. Let me check the index. No, nothing on fuses." as he flipped the pages.

"Check the specification pages"

"Yeah. Here we are, here's the table. Wipers...umm...looks like number 13."

I reached for fuse 13 and tried to dislodge it using index and thumb. It resisted but finally came out. I put it up to the light and saw the break where the inside wires had broken. I showed the man pointing to the break. She squeezed closer and I felt her breast pushing into my chest. Thinking that this was not accidental made my cock grow in my shorts.

Trying to calm down, I asked Harry if he had spare fuses. He would need a 20-amp fuse to replace the burnt one. 

"I wouldn't know where to look" he replied. 

"Look, I've got fuses in my RV. I'll get them and be right back." I went to the side compartment where I kept my tools. I had a box of fuses of different amperage.

I went back, picked out a 20-amp fuse and inserted it in. 

Harry went back inside and tried the wipers. They worked perfectly.

"Whoopee!" she exclaimed. "Thank you so much" And she planted a kiss on my cheek, again pressing her breasts against me. "Now don't we have to close this off?" She stretched and started to replace the cover, tightening the nut with her fingers. I just looked on, especially down her alluring chest through the much unbuttoned blouse. My cock was tenting my shorts and if I didn't stop I would soon have a full-fledged erection. 

"She straightened up and again caught me looking at her breasts. She smiled and I thought her very sensual. Harry was still not back.

I helped her close the compartment door latching it carefully at both ends.

Finally, Harry appeared saying he had had trouble closing the access door in the RV. I wondered about his reason but did not comment.

"May we offer you a drink?" asked Harry. "We've got beer and wine."

"Thank you, Harry. I would like to but the ladies are going to need a hand with the barbecue. Look, why don't you people bring the drinks and we'll offer you the hamburgers."

Harry looked at Jane and said "Deal. We'll clean up a bit and be over in about a half-hour or so". Jane inquired," Did I hear you say ladies, like more than one?"

"Yes, Jane." I laughed," My wife and I are travelling with a lady friend. They'll be very happy to meet you two." Jane and Harry looked at each other and smiled.

"Thank you again, Will. We'll be over shortly." 

I walked back to the RV and told Alex and Lisa that we would have company in about thirty minutes and that Harry and Jane were bringing over beer and wine. While I was outside the girls had plugged into the electrical connection, and the water outlet. They also had opened the two hydraulic extensions in the living room and the bedroom. The sewer connection and the hydraulic support jacks had been left for me. Afterwards, they had cleaned up and changed into cotton short shorts and brief deep V-necked tank-tops. They looked terrific. I thought they probably had the hunk next door in mind.

"I'll get the sewer connection and the jacks and get the barbecue ready," I informed them. 

"We'll get the food ready for after the drinks." Alex said. 

It took me about fifteen minutes to do the work. I went inside to clean up. I did a quick shave with the electric razor and put on jean shorts, a matching t-shirt and sandals. I was ready to welcome our campsite neighbors especially beautiful blonde Jane.


I had set up three lawn chairs in a semi-circle near the site's picnic table. Alex and Lisa were sitting in them and I was at the picnic table where Lisa had set beer mugs and wine glasses. Our neighbors appeared, Harry carrying a six-pack and Jane, a large bottle of white wine. They placed the beer and the wine on the table. I introduced them to Alex and Lisa who smiled widely at handsome Harry wearing a dark green muscle shirt, light colored shorts and open sandals. With his black curly hair and muscled physique, he was a fine male specimen sure to gain my two sexy lovelies' full attention. They greeted Jane warmly but seemingly with a little envy thrown in. She was wearing a turquoise-green shirt with the top three buttons undone, an off-white mini skirt, and the same sandals I had seen earlier. To my mind, she embodied the younger female figure in its most sensual form.

Harry served the ladies the chilled wine being very gallant and attentive to Alex and Lisa.

He seemed to be sensitive to the sensuous aura they both conveyed. He sat with me at the table and opened the six-pack. We each took a beer. We exchanged background information and talked sports for a while. The women engaged in animated conversation. 

When they had finished their wine, they rose and Alex informed us that it was time for the fifty-cent tour of our RV. Jane went to deposit her wine glass on the picnic table so that Harry followed Alex and Lisa into the RV. I waited for Jane to climb the steps ahead of me. I was looking at her legs and the white mini-skirt rising to mid-thigh. She turned and gave me a dazzling smile. She couldn't miss where I was looking. The hand that I had been holding back went under her skirt as if of its own accord and gave her ass cheek a boost on the final step. Touching her bare skin was like an electric current directly affecting my cock which responded immediately. 




Campsite Neighbors



Lisa had Harry in the driver's seat and explaining the various components. Alex was looking on. Jane and I joined them. She was just in front of me and I admired the graceful neck and the deep cleavage where her blouse opened up. I placed my hands on her hips and she pressed her shapely ass against my pelvis undoubtedly sensing my bulging erection.

In answer to a question from Harry, Alex was pointing out some features above Harry's head. She stretched across him and her raised arm lifted her brief tank top such that Harry was getting an underside view of her magnificent breasts. I knew she was not wearing a bra. Understandably, Harry remained in the driver's seat for a little even though continuing to comment very favourably on what the girls were pointing out. Lisa kept touching Harry as she explained the GPS operation. Jane sat in the passenger's captain's chair and I indicated to her how it rotated. This permitted us to remain behind while Alex and Lisa pulled Harry away toward the kitchen area and the bedroom. Where she was sitting Jane was looking directly at my cock tenting my shorts. Her hand reached out and squeezed my rising cock. She smiled and blew me a kiss. 

"Let's join the others." She said, grabbing my hand and drawing me along. The other three were just entering the bedroom. They moved to the side of the bed. Jane remained in the doorway and I stood behind her. After everyone had looked around following the girls' explanation, Jane had a question.

"Where do you sleep, Lisa?" she asked, not so innocently.

"Why, I sleep here with Will and Alex," answered Lisa very matter-of-fact. 

"Sleeping with two women... every man's fantasy," interjected Harry. He kept looking from Alex to Lisa and the growth in his shorts was witness to his growing excitement. 

"Wouldn't you like to be in Will's place, darling?" teased Jane, grinning at her husband. 

"With two beautiful women like this, you bet!" responded Harry, embracing both women by the shoulders and squeezing them to him.

"If you feel up to it, we're willing, aren't we, Lisa?" offered Alex looking directly into Harry's eyes. Lisa rose on tiptoes and kissed Harry to signify her compliance.

"That's an invitation you can't refuse, Harry." offered Jane "In the meantime, I'm sure you won't mind if I console Will." She reached behind and rubbed my still erect cock.

The hamburgers were forgotten for the time being. Alex and Lisa were removing Harry's shirt and caressing his hairy chest. I started pulling Jane's shirt from her skirt and she helped me. She pressed back into my full erection and sighed when I palmed her very firm breasts. I stroked her hard nipples pulling on them tenderly. She moaned softly and her buttocks moved against my hard-on. 

"I want to watch for a while," she whispered. 

The girls had removed their tank-tops and were embracing their male companion while removing his shorts. They sank to their knees and manipulated his rigid cock through his jockey shorts. Harry looked at his wife and blew her a kiss. Working in tandem, Alex and Lisa slowly stripped off the man's last garment. His long cock sprang out straight in front of his body. Four hands stroked the hard tool gently.

Lisa gestured that she wanted this cock in her mouth. Alex clutched it with both hands and directed it to her friend's mouth. Lisa gobbled it up almost entirely. She moved back up to the cockhead and started a rhythmic up and down movement on Harry's swollen member. Alex held the base of his cock with one hand and fondled his balls lightly with the other. Harry had an ecstatic look on his face

As I fondled Jane and she leaned into me, I sensed her breathing accelerating. She was excited seeing her husband being fellated by two females while being caressed by another man. "He won't last long." she murmured breathlessly," Lisa's good. Will she let him come in her mouth?

"Lisa likes to suck cock and always makes me come in her mouth, "I replied aware of her mounting agitation. 

Almost on cue, Harry grunted loudly as he came in Lisa's mouth. She kept on sucking, and then Alex pushed her away and engulfed the still erect cock in her mouth getting a taste of Harry's come. 

Jane turned around put her hands around my neck, "Fuck me, Will. Come fuck me now!" She pulled away from me, crossed over to the foot of the bed, and raised her skirt showing me her bare ass and her very wet slit.

Looking straight at her husband, she cried out." I want him to fuck me, Harry."   She lowered her head to the bed, spread her legs and lifted her buttocks giving me access to her enticing pussy. In a flash I had my sandals, my trousers and jockeys off. I quickly approached this beautiful creature offering me her open vagina. Lisa came up to me, and swiftly slipped a condom on my stiff cock. I penetrated Jane's sopping lips and glided in her velvety vagina until my balls touched her bottom. She whimpered her pleasure and I proceeded to fuck her slowly.

"Fuck me hard, Will, I want your long cock to go deep, lover"

I was only too happy to oblige this half-dressed female begging to be fucked in front of her husband and my wife.. Looking at them as I pumped into Jane's silky cunt, I noticed that Harry's cock in the girls' hands was fully erect again. All three were gazing at our wild fucking as Jane moaned, and writhed. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked. I let out a loud grunt as my sheathed cock exploded in orgasm. I spurted my jism deep in her spasming pussy. She remained partially on the bed with her head on her arms as she relaxed after her climax. I stayed inside her as my cock started to soften. When I pulled out, I took off the sperm-filled condom and threw it in the wastebasket. 

Alex and Lisa were standing but holding on to Harry's rigid tool. They gestured for him to lie down on the bed on his back and Alex inserted a condom over his unyielding cock. I helped Jane out of her skirt and blouse and motioned her to lie fully on the bed near her husband. I sat beside her and marvelled at her gorgeous body. She lay back and I caressed her smooth golden skin. As silent spectators, we observed the other two sensual females naked to the waist remove their short shorts and thongs. Lisa got on the bed above Harry squatting until her pussy was an inch from his mouth.

"Lick my pussy and make me come, Harry" she entreated, pushing her pubis directly on the man's lips. He accommodated her willingly and we heard slurping sounds as he mouthed her genitalia and stroked her luscious breasts. Lisa was moaning and whimpering and actively rubbing her crotch in Harry's face. Meanwhile, Alex was mounting Jane's husband and lowering herself on his twitching condom-covered cock.

She fucked him leisurely, a smile on her face and lust in her eyes. He responded to this additional pleasure and his pelvis rose to meet her strokes. With her head thrown back, her blonde hair flying left and right, her marvellous breasts bouncing up and down, she was the picture of sexual abandon. She and Lisa yelped their enjoyment as they climaxed almost simultaneously.

In the meantime, I had been kissing Jane, sucking her beautiful tits, stroking her wondrous bare skin from her cute navel, her shapely hips, her eye-catching mound with its trimmed light blond hair, to her attractive thighs and long tanned legs. Seeing her husband satisfying two women at once accelerated her breathing and her moaning. Her hands flew to her genitalia and she masturbated furiously. 

"Jerk off, Will and come all over my tits."

Instantly, I was standing and masturbating to the same fast rhythm she was using on her clitoris. 

"Come with me, Will. Oooohhh! I'm coming!"

Even though I had shot my wad into Jane not so long ago, I was so excited looking at Jane's luscious body, stroking her, hearing her imploring me to come on her striking breasts, semen burst out the end of my cock and soared onto the lovely blonde's tits.


She rubbed the white sticky fluid on her firm breasts and returned to her clitoris. Her back arched and she climaxed again. She relaxed a bit and uttered," Thank you" addressed to no one in particular. There we were, five naked persons enjoying the after-glow of sexual release. 

"I'd have some of those hamburgers you mentioned earlier, "uttered Harry from his prone position on the bed where he was embracing Alex and Lisa who were sandwiching him, each with a leg across his body. 

"Sounds good!" I echoed. "Hey, can we run around naked in this park?" I queried. "I just love to look at these three gorgeous ladies in the nude."

"Ditto that, buddy!" agreed Harry. 

Each person went searching for his or her clothes. We all dressed without underwear and filed out of the bedroom, the women to the washroom and the men outside to get the barbecue going.

Once we got the barbecue going, we enjoyed a beer. 

"Boy, would I love to travel like you are right now with two beautiful and sexy females. You must be getting a lot of sex."

"I must be on overdose but I love every minute of it. Is this your first time swapping?"

"Yes, it is. Jane and I had spoken about it before but we had not done anything yet. So when she saw you at the registration desk this afternoon, she said she'd try to seduce you, at least try. And I told her to go for it. And then when Lisa and your wife saw me caress Jane as she was going up the steps of our RV and Jane and I waved to them, we hoped you guys might follow us here."

"Your Jane is a very beautiful woman; I don't have to tell you that. And a very sexy female! You two make a very striking couple"

"Do you think that you and Jane want to continue...this? I said, gesturing towards the bedroom.

"I would certainly like to and I think Jane would too. She was quite taken by you, you know, an older man...uh, look, no offence meant."

"No offence taken, Harry. Quite the opposite, I'm flattered. And I'm pretty sure that Alex and Lisa will want to continue. They consider you quite the hunk!

"My turn to be flattered. They are gorgeous women and so very sexy!"

"Well, let's see how things work out with the ladies. Let's just go with the current, what do you say?"

"Deal, my man, deal."

The girls appeared carrying trays which they deposited on the table.

"We've done our part, guys. Up to you now."

"You will now see masters at work" I solemnly declared to the seated ladies. How are you with hamburgers, Harry?"

"Will, you are talking to an expert," boasted my friend. 

"How many would you like to eat?" queried Harry handling the spatula with dexterity. 

"I would like to eat all three of them," I replied, smiling at the three lovely women seated in the lawn chairs showing a great deal of pleasing thigh. 

"I'm with you on that. I hope we can get them to cooperate. But I was only asking you about the hamburgers, buddy." retorted Harry, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"The limit is two, one way or the other, gentlemen" put in Lisa, "That's all the meat we've got"

Harry finished cooking the hamburgers, two each for the guys, and one for each of the gals. Combined with the salads and the condiments the girls had prepared, we had ourselves a nice little feast accompanied with beer and wine. We sat at the picnic table with Harry flanked by Alex and Lisa on one side and Jane and me facing them on the other side. The innuendoes continued during the meal and the conversation inevitably turned to sex. We discussed favourite fantasies and ways to enact them with partners. After much laughing, flirting and touching, we decided we all needed showers before proceeding further. 

But that is a story for next time.



Campsite Sex



Dave Jones looks pretty average to most people. He has been married for 10 years to a woman he met at work called Elizabeth. He calls her Beth and so does everyone else. Dave and Beth have two daughters aged 8 and 6. Dave works as a financial controller for a local company in the Basingstoke area of Southern England. They have a two bedroom semi-detached house, a mortgage (of course) and two cars. Very ordinary. Very middle England. 

For holidays, they sometimes go abroad or sometimes go camping in Cornwall. It depends on Dave's end of year bonus. Beth works at the kid's school as a teaching assistant but doesn't earn much.

Their marriage is a stable one. By that I mean, neither has ever strayed and they get on reasonably well with most of the usual stress being centred on money or the kids. Holidays are something they all look forward to together. Dave and Beth usually find they relax more and feel more in the mood for sex.

Sex is usually a few times a month. Dave will try to initiate it more often than Beth says yes but on the whole he isn't complaining. At five foot six and very slim, Beth is the envy of most of her friends and the other mums at school. She still has a sexy body although her tits are smaller than Dave would like. No big deal to him though.

In 2007, they take off in the summer for two weeks at a campsite in Cornwall. The first week passes uneventfully but the second week sees a new crowd arrive and one family in particular. Same age as Dave and Beth and also two kids the same ages. His name is Bob and his wife is called Rose. Both of them are well mannered and the kids all seem to hit it off so as each day passes in the second week the two families spend more time together each day and by the middle of the week they are eating together and sitting out in the evenings when the kids are asleep.

Rose gets quite flirty when she is drinking. Beth is comfortable with this and Dave politely plays down her flirtations. Bob seems more interested in talking to Beth.

On the second to last day, Beth has taken off with the kids leaving Dave to himself. He spends the time getting showered in the onsite showering facilities and then decides to tidy up the large tent they are staying in. He finds himself doing this with just a towel wrapped round him.

"Hello" says a voice.

Dave looks round to see Rose entering his tent. Just as he turns round, his towel drops exposing himself to Rose. He fumbles quickly and covers himself but not before Rose gets a good view of his swinging cock. It's bigger than Rose has ever seen and she is quite startled by it. 

"Sorry," said Dave.

"No, I'm sorry," replied Rose. "I was errrr.....looking for Beth."

"She's taken the girls off to the shops, I'm just tidying up."

Rose was impressed, "Oh you are good, my slob of a husband is still in bed sleeping off the drink from last night." The initial shock of Rose surprising Dave subsided and they held conversation for a few moments. Dave couldn't help but notice Rose's nipples through her top. Rose was a dress size or two bigger than Beth and her tits were a lot bigger. His cock swelled a little underneath the towel. After another moments small talk Rose left him to finished tidying up promising they could all meet up later when Beth was back and Bob was up and about.

Dave sat down alone in the tent and thought about Rose. His cock hardened but he thought it two risky to jerk off so he got dressed waited for Beth and the kids. Rose went back to her tent but could only think of Dave. Actually she could only think of Dave's cock. It was big and it was a while since Bob had paid her much attention.

Later in the day they met up as two families and really made the most of their time together. They knew that the week was coming to an end and they would be parting. The flirting continued but nothing got out of hand.

The next morning, Beth and the girls were sleeping in. Dave got up and made his way over to the shower block. He glanced over to Rose and Bob's tent. Rose was sitting outside and he called out good morning. She replied the same and smiled but he carried on without stopping.

The showers at this site were a bit worse for wear. Most of the locks were broken and the actual space inside each cubicle was very minimal. Dave was busy showering when he heard someone enter.

"Hello?" he called in a questioning tone. No reply but someone was there. He heard the door close. Then someone pulled the shower cubicle doors open. He looked up through the water running down his face to see Rose. She was naked and smiling. Rose held a finger to a lips signalling for him to keep quiet and then she stepped into the cubicle. It was a tight space with just one in the cubicle but with two in you almost couldn't move. 

"Shhhhhhhh" she said as she shut the doors behind her. Then Rose took his hand and placed it on her tit. He was holding a piece of soap and he rubbed it onto her tit. Then the other tit. Rose moaned quietly and moved her hand down to his cock. They were pressed really close together and Dave loved the feeling of this naked woman so close to him. He had been too preoccupied with her tits to notice how hard he had become. She stroked it and said, "This is what I want."

There was not time to think. Dave was in a blur as he lost himself in the moment. He kissed her tits and she moaned some more. Still stroking him, their bodies were still pressed together in the tiny shower cubicle. She guided his cock to her bush but it was clear this was never going to work. Then Rose turned round without really losing contact. His cock dragged round her hip and against her arse. Then he bent his knees and she reached between her legs and guided it into herself. 

Dave began to fuck. Rose pushed back to accept as much cock as he could give her. She was hungry for it. They both had no choice but to press their bodies together. He still had the soap in his hand and he reached round and rubbed her tits with it. The soap slipped down her body to her bush between her legs. She rubbed his balls with the soap that was dripping down there. The fucking became more forceful. Longer stokes and slightly louder groans. Rose was pressed up against the wall of the shower, her tits squashed on tiles. With several thrusts he shot his load into her. He waited for Rose to pull away but she had nowhere to go and he must have sent four or five spurts into her warm pussy. As soon as he was done, she sighed loudly and turned round, still pressed against him. Again she raised a finger to her mouth to say be quiet. Then she smiled, gave him a quick wet kiss on the lips and left the cubicle.

Dave was left to his own thoughts. It was difficult going back to the tent and acting normal. It was even more difficult making the long drive home, trying to make small talk with Beth when all he could think about was the shower room fuck with Rose. He couldn't stop thinking about those soapy tits and her hand on his balls.

"I swapped emails with Rose," said Beth. "It would be nice to keep in touch wouldn't it......."



Campsite with a View



Cheryl loved the Spring. The leaves were just starting to come out and most of the bushes were blooming. The woods around her hummed with life. Add to that the scent of fires and cooking at the campsites and her walk was turning into absolute bliss.

She was deep in the woods near the state park's primitive camping sites, where no water and electricity was provided, but privacy was more likely than in the cramped quarters of the main campground. Cheryl was following a dirt path only used by maintenance vehicles to clear out dead trees in case fire trucks had to get back into the area to put out a fire caused by careless campers.

Cheryl wasn't thinking about such things on this perfect day. Somewhere above her, a woodpecker searched out dinner. On the ground, she snapped twigs with her tennis shoes as she walked. There wasn't another human being in sight.

She fought the urge to let her mind trap her into reflecting on her place in the world after thirty years of life. She didn't want to think about work, or boyfriends, or lack of boyfriends. Cheryl just wanted to walk in the woods.

The end of the path had to be approaching, she thought to herself. This was her first trek down the trail but she'd been walking almost a mile and figured it had to end soon. Perhaps around the bend just ahead.

Then her attention was drawn away by an unexpected sound. It had a definite human element to it, but seemed to come from the middle of the trees to her left. She took a couple more steps and she heard it again. It was high-pitched, like a woman's voice. But the words, if they were words, were not distinguishable.

Cheryl stopped. It was definitely to her left. She looked for people, but saw none. The ground dipped slightly a few dozen yards in front of her so she slipped between the trees until she could see over the small ridge. While standing in the middle of thick underbrush and among large trees, Cheryl finally saw what caused the noise.

She had to look twice before convincing herself she was looking at two people in a remote campsite. A man in just his shorts was pulling the top off a woman, leaving her completely naked. Cheryl was viewing them in silhouette and she could tell, even from a distance, that the woman was close to her own age and with an attractive body. Then the woman pulled off the man's shorts.

His erection was impossible to miss, until the woman kneeled down and put it in her mouth. Cheryl's heart pounded at the sight and at the thought that she was watching this very private act. She wanted to turn and leave; to allow the couple to finish the act in seclusion. But she couldn't move.

Cheryl convinced herself she was well enough hidden by the undergrowth and trees that she could observe the scene unnoticed. She watched the woman's head bob faster and faster on the man's cock. He held the top of her head and occasionally pulled her hair out of the way.

Cheryl could hear herself breathing—short, uneven intakes of breath. She watched the woman's tits bounce in rhythm with her actions. She looked at the man's tight ass and muscular arms and legs.

After a couple minutes, the woman stood up and the man lifted her so she sat on a nearby picnic table, facing him. He kissed her, and then moved down to her tits. His body blocked Cheryl's view slightly, but she saw enough of his licking and sucking that her pussy began to moisten. Soon, the man was moving lower.

The woman spread her legs and let the man put his head between them. She leaned back on the table and he put his hands under her thighs. Cheryl watched his face bury itself in her pussy.

Cheryl instinctively put her hand on the front of her running shorts and rubbed her pussy. The more the man ate his partner, the harder Cheryl rubbed. She found her clit and pressed her panties against it in an effort to pleasure herself without actually reaching inside.

Soon, the man was helping the woman off the table. She turned and put both hands on the edge, her legs spread and her ass pointed invitingly backwards. Cheryl practically held her breath as she watched the cock slowly disappear inside of her.

The man grabbed the woman by the hips and began fucking her, resulting in more moans that were audible to Cheryl. As the seconds past, the moans turned into distinctive cries of 'Yes!' and 'Harder!'.

Cheryl was oblivious to her surroundings, intent on concentrating on the sex in front of her and the aching clit between her legs. She used her free hand to lean against a tree and support her wide stance while she masturbated.

She watched the man hold the woman's tits while they fucked, apparently manipulating her nipples in a way that caused her to shriek with approval. Cheryl began to think that if one of them came, she would too.

She didn't have to wait long. The combined moans, groans, and grunts of the campers signaled their dual orgasms. He pounded into her until Cheryl thought the woman would end up back on the table. But she withstood it, and seemingly begged for more.

Cheryl was on the verge of cumming. She debated about whether to put her hand in her shorts or not. Finally, she began slipping her fingers inside.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

The voice nearly made Cheryl scream with fright. She turned rapidly and stood face to face with a man who looked to be about forty years old.

"Oh my God, you scared me," Cheryl panted.

"Come here often?" he asked with a smile.

"Never. I mean, I, I was just walking and, thought I heard...," Cheryl stammered.

"You thought you heard two people fucking?"

Cheryl frowned. "No! I didn't know."

"But it turned you on," he said.

Cheryl let her blush speak for itself.

"Those two come here all the time," the man said, pointing to the naked couple entering their tent. "You may not realize it, but there are people all through these woods that watched them. And the couple knows that."

"They do?" Cheryl asked.

"Sure. It's kind of like a show," he said. "They get turned you. You get turned on. Nobody gets hurt."

"I wasn't as turned on as you think," Cheryl said seriously. "I was about to leave."

"I've been watching you the whole time. You were about to cum," the man said.

"I was not!"

"If I felt your pussy right now, it would be soaking wet."

Cheryl was not about to fall into the trap of allowing him to test it. Besides, she was soaking wet.

"I need to go," Cheryl said.

The good-looking man blocked her way by simply standing in place. "Are you coming back tomorrow? You seemed to like being the voyeur. Maybe you'd rather be the exhibitionist. Have you ever thought about that?"

"No," she lied. Cheryl was a very pretty, single woman who often wished she had the nerve to dress more provocatively, either at work or in public.

The man scanned her body. "You should show us more of you. It would excite you AND the rest of us."

"I have nothing to show," Cheryl said.

"How do we know?"

She looked at him with sincere curiosity, but hated to let him recognize it.

"Listen. I have an idea," he said. "Are you camping here?"

Cheryl nodded.

"Go for a walk tomorrow. Don't wear a sports bra like you did today. Don't wear panties like you did today. Wear a shirt that shows off your breasts and meet me on this path at noon," he said. "Watch the eyes of the people you pass. Visualize what they are thinking."

"I can't do that," Cheryl replied.

"Yes you can. Try it just once."

She nervously ran her hands up and down the side of her shorts. She looked him in the face, and then down at the ground.

"Try it," he repeated.

"Noon?" Cheryl asked.

"Noon."

He turned and walked away, leaving Cheryl in a state of total confusion and sexual frustration.

###

Cheryl did not sleep well that night. She replayed the campsite scene in her mind a hundred times. Each time, the man appeared behind her at the end and somehow convinced her to meet him on the path at noon. She recalled the routine features of his face. No, he wasn't the best looking man she'd ever seen. But he had made her make a promise out of pure trustworthiness. How and why?

She spent the morning close the tent, dressed 'normally' until around half past eleven. Then she entered the tent and tightly zipped the windows closed. Cheryl pulled off her shirt and took off her bra. She reached in her suitcase and found the lowest cut t-shirt she owned.

Cheryl removed her panties and put her running shorts back on. She felt incredibly exposed and self-conscious. When the windows were opened once more, she found herself looking around to see if anybody was looking. After several seconds of second-guessing, she walked outside.

The cool air hit every inch of her body and caused Cheryl to shudder, as much from trepidation as anything else. She glanced quickly down at the ample cleavage visible under the shirt, and then looked away before anybody saw her. The temptation to return to the safety of the tent and forget the noon meeting was overpowering.

But Cheryl took a couple steps forward and determined to go through with it.

She had to walk past numerous tents and campers just to get to the road that led to the primitive campsites. Just as the man had told her, she watched for the reactions of anybody who noticed her. Whether it was her imagination or not, she couldn't tell; but the glances from the men, especially, seemed to be harder and lasted longer.

Her heart thumped against her chest as she walked faster and detected even more leering. Of course, the quickened pace only heightened the movement of her breasts and ass. Yet, there was something exhilarating about it all. She got the same quiver in her stomach as she had the previous day, and she didn't dislike it.

Finally, she was on the path deep in the woods, away from all the eyes. Cheryl's mind raced with questions about why she was doing this and what would become of it. What did the man really want? Would anybody hear her if she needed to scream?

Despite the dull fear, or maybe because of it, she was nearly breathless as she approached the spot where they met the day before. He wasn't in sight. She slowed her walk until getting to the exact place where she turned into the woods. She looked up and saw him.

His smile was barely discernable as Cheryl entered the underbrush.

"You made it," he said.

"You're surprised?" Cheryl asked.

They stood a few feet apart.

"Somewhat."

She saw his eyes scrutinize her body.

"Did you do as I asked?"

If Cheryl had known him better, she would have joked about having him check for himself. Instead, she said, "Yes."

"And did you pass anybody?"

"A bunch of perverts," Cheryl replied.

The man laughed a very comfortable laugh. "And did you like it?"

Cheryl hated to admit it, but if she was anything, it was honest to a fault. "A little."

He smiled.

"Who are you?" Cheryl asked suddenly.

"My name's Ben."

Cheryl waited for more, but there obviously wouldn't be any more.

"I'm Cheryl."

"Hi, Cheryl."

She looked at him. "Why did you make me do this?"

"To prove a point to yourself," Ben said.

"And the point is?" Cheryl inquired with a slight tilt of her head.

"That you like watching and being watched."

"Is that so unusual?"

Ben's smile broadened. "Not at all. But that's the point. Almost everybody likes it, but few act upon it. You acted upon it."

"You made me," Cheryl quickly retorted.

"No. You chose to do it. And I bet you had thoughts of what else it could lead to."

Cheryl shrugged.

Ben took a step closer to Cheryl and she almost backed away. However, his gentle expression froze her in place.

"Turn around," Ben told her.

Cheryl slowly turned so her back was to him. She saw his large hands coming around her sides before she felt him touch her. At the same time that his hands were on her stomach, she felt him press against her ass. His fingers slid inside her t-shirt and began climbing her body. They were almost on her breasts when she felt the first signs of his erection.

"I need to make sure you didn't lie to me, Cheryl."

Ben's hands touched the bottom of Cheryl's breasts. Soon, his palms were pushing against her nipples and the breasts were half exposed. He massaged her tenderly for a few seconds and Cheryl felt the nipples harden.

"Very good," Ben said softly. "But I asked for one more thing."

His right hand slid down past her navel and stomach and into the very top of her shorts. With his left hand still manipulating her left nipple, Ben slid inside the shorts far enough to find the fringe of a small patch of hair above Cheryl's clit.

She stiffened at his touch and the hardness of his cock forced itself between her ass cheeks. Ben's right hand moved lower until it was more than obvious she did not have panties on. He didn't stop. The fingers found the space between Cheryl's legs and rested on her smooth skin.

"Excellent," he whispered. "Good girl."

He squeezed her breast harder and Cheryl moaned.

"Spread your legs, Cheryl."

She barely inched her feet apart, but it was enough for Ben to slide a single finger over the clit and onto her pussy. He pressed harder and felt the moisture he was looking for. Ben grinned to himself.

When his finger returned to her clit, Ben lifted Cheryl's shirt to fully expose her chest. She arched her back and stifled a louder moan, until he began rubbing the clit in earnest and then she let out an audible gasp.

"No, please," she whined.

Ben did not reply. Nor did he stop. His right hand began a steady stroking of her clit while his left hand cupped her breast. Only then did Cheryl once again realize her place in the woods, so close to the path and well in view of any passersby.

"You have beautiful tits, Cheryl. Don't you want the world to see them?"

Cheryl's eyes danced from side to side, searching out any movement that might indicate somebody was watching. Convinced they were still alone, but petrified at the knowledge that another camper could pass at any moment, Cheryl closed her eyes and focused on Ben's hands. She unconsciously ground her ass into his erection. Her body gave early signs of wanting to cum.

"That's it. Let it happen. Relax."

Ben's words seemed to drag Cheryl closer to an orgasm. She spread her legs farther apart and felt his hand sink to her pussy. Suddenly, two fingers were inside her body and Cheryl squirmed. Ben's wet fingers returned to her clit after a tortuous minute.

"Oh God. Ben, stop. I'm...I'm...oh God, stop."

Ben pulled Cheryl back against himself even tighter. She eagerly accepted the support he provided both with his body and arms. It was as if she was suspended in air, capable now of doing whatever her body demanded and having no fear of the consequences. He could feel her shaking.

"Cum for me, Cheryl. I've got you."

With those reassuring words, Cheryl let out a short shriek and felt her orgasm explode from deep inside her body. Ben used two fingers to stroke her clit and an entire hand to squeeze her breast. She writhed inside his arms, shifting her hips up and down as if fucking an imaginary cock.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yesssss!"

Cheryl's shorts were pushed half way down her ass as Ben struggled to keep his hand on her gyrating pussy. Her breasts bounced erratically and her head tilted back in delight. The pained expression on her face belied the fact she was having one of the strongest orgasms she'd ever experienced.

It lasted nearly a full minute and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Afterwards, Ben's strong arms were the only things keeping her upright.

"Now, wasn't that more exciting out here in the great outdoors?" Ben said.

Cheryl frantically pulled up her shorts, pulled down her shirt, and extracted herself from his clutches.

"Is this how you get your kicks?" she asked while turning to face him.

Ben couldn't help but notice the scowl on her face, to go along with the deep blush so common after sex.

"I wasn't the one getting kicks," he replied. "It seems to me YOU were the one that came. And I saw you looking around. Isn't that cool, knowing we might not have been by ourselves?"

"It's perverted."

"When was the last time you came that hard?" Ben asked.

Cheryl turned to walk away. Ben grabbed her arm.

"Let go of me," Cheryl hissed.

"What if you KNEW people were around? Like the couple you saw yesterday. Wouldn't that make it even better?" Ben said.

"I'll never know."

"But you want to," he said with confidence.

"Fuck you."

"Let's meet again tomorrow. In your tent. In daylight, with the windows open."

A much too familiar feeling came back to Cheryl's stomach. Even the words excited her. But where would it end? What was Ben's ultimate plan for them?

The silence was broken by another question from Ben.

"What's your campsite number?"

"Seventy four," Cheryl answered mechanically.

"Noon?"

This time, Ben let Cheryl go when she turned away.

###

Cheryl felt her pussy tingle every time she thought about her orgasm in the woods with Ben. For twenty four hours she thought about it, and him, and the next meeting. She didn't have the nerve to do what he wanted, but doubted her ability to say 'no'. Watching the couple fuck on the picnic table was one thing; being the couple was quite another.

Whenever she convinced herself she could stop him, she thought about his hard cock pushing against her ass. She wasn't sure what a forty year old cock should feel like, but her memory of Ben was very stimulating. Behind closed doors she could be tempted, but in an open tent...?

She sat by the fire and waited. At five minutes to noon she saw him walking towards her campsite. Cheryl glanced around. At least ten people were in sight and her pulse quickened.

Cheryl had purposely set up a second folding chair by the fire. She invited Ben to sit when he arrived.

"Great site," Ben told her. "Lot of trees. Close to everything you need. You must do this a lot."

"Some," she replied. "Not as much as I'd like. This might be the last time, though."

He stared at her, appreciative of her quick, dry humor; or what he hoped was humor.

"Ahh, the week's just started. Who knows what fun lies ahead."

Neither one wanted to be the first to smile. Besides, Ben was too busy inspecting the shirt over Cheryl's obviously braless chest. He wondered about panties.

"Maybe I've had a week's worth of fun already and will just pack up," Cheryl said.

"You don't want to do that."

Cheryl liked her men to be direct and to the point. She was beginning to like Ben more and more for that habit alone. But it was an attraction that was still more than a little discomforting.

"It's getting too crowded around here and it's only April," Cheryl said, deliberately watching for his reaction.

Ben smiled. "Sometimes that's good."

"For what?"

"C'mon. I'll show you."

Ben stood up and took Cheryl's hand, lifting her out of her chair. He opened the front of her tent and led her inside. The windows were already uncovered and he left the front flap open. Once in the middle of the large tent, Ben put his hands on Cheryl's arms and kissed her.

It didn't take long for the kiss to intensify and the couple to embrace. Their tongues explored each other's mouth while their hands roamed freely over flesh and clothing. Just as the day before, Cheryl quickly felt Ben's cock harden and push against her. 

Ben had his hands inside Cheryl's shirt, using his forearms to push the shirt higher. Then, in an effortless motion, he had the shirt above her head. Cheryl let him remove it, pressing against his body to hide her breasts from the outside world. They kissed some more.

Ben slid his hands inside the back of Cheryl's shorts. Her bare bottom was cool to his touch, but confirmed she didn't wear panties...again. He squeezed her cheeks tightly until the kiss ended. Then he pushed down the shorts and took them off.




Campsite with a View



"You look incredible," he told her as he stood up.

"This is crazy, Ben. I don't know if...if I can..."

"Take off my clothes, Cheryl," he interrupted her.

Her eyes peered out the windows and the front of the tent. She saw people. Some were closer than others. None seemed to be watching. She heard voices but couldn't make out the words. Her head was spinning from everything that was happening.

And then she was undressing him. First his shirt to reveal a muscular chest. Then his shorts. He wore no underwear and the cock she'd been feeling for two days sprung free in a semi-erect state. The head was already dark from stimulation and veins protruded up and down the thick shaft.

"Stand up, please," he told her.

Ben began a methodical stroking of her body with the very tips of his fingers; starting with the top of her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs. He circled her slowly, touching nearly every inch of her body. It struck her that he was showing her off, pointing out her curves and smooth skin to anybody that cared to look. In the process, she was excited to the point of near desperation.

Surely, by now, somebody had seen them.

Ben finished his excursion around Cheryl's body by licking both nipples and then putting one of the breasts inside his mouth. Cheryl closed her eyes as Ben licked and sucked her until the nipples on both breasts threatened to burst from stimulation. Juices accumulated inside her pussy and prepared to flow down her thigh when Ben backed away from her.

Cheryl dropped to her knees—partially to slump below the window level and partially to get closer to Ben's ever-growing cock. Just before reaching out for the cock, Cheryl detected the gap in the flaps at the front of the tent. A bicyclist rode past, followed by a slow moving car. Still, she leaned forward and kissed Ben's cock. Her tongue traced the edge of the large, swollen head.

And then she spread her lips and accepted the tip inside her mouth. Inch by inch she lowered her head until the cock hit the back of her throat. Cheryl pulled back, licked him one time, and repeated the process.

Ben put his hand on top of her head. Unhurriedly, Cheryl started to slide her lips up and down the cock. Within seconds, he was rock hard and Cheryl felt the warmth on her tongue. She sucked him harder and faster, aided by Ben's gentle rocking as if he was fucking her.

He only needed a couple minutes of this treatment to feel the start of his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum, Cheryl."

Despite the warning, she didn't budge. If anything, she accelerated and wrapped her lips around him a little harder. With this apparent sign of consent, Ben put his hand behind her head and fucked her mouth with more vigor.

Two short grunts preceded Ben's eruption. Cheryl held him by the ass and got her first taste of his cum in the form of a long blast against the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly and took several more bursts before the first trickle leaked out the side of her mouth and down her chin. Ben unloaded with louder and louder groans, while Cheryl did her best to keep up.

By the time he was done, both sides of Cheryl's face held the remnants of Ben's extensive orgasm. The cock was still sizable when Ben withdrew it, with a coating of his semen and Cheryl's saliva along the entire length. Cheryl reached for a towel and wiped her face clean while she stood.

"Wow!" Ben exclaimed. "That was great."

He smiled at the sight of Cheryl closing the windows and front flap in her naked perfection.

"Think anybody saw us?" Ben asked.

"You are one sick man," Cheryl replied.

"So. Tomorrow," Ben said.

"What about tomorrow?"

"I think it's time we raise the ante. I talked to Kevin and Susan, the couple you saw at the primitive campsite. I asked if we could use their normal time slot for our own show," Ben said.

"Our own show?"

"Yea. Just like what you saw, or a variation of it, at the same time people are used to seeing them," Ben explained.

"With everybody watching?" Cheryl inquired.

"That's the cool part, Cheryl. People might be watching or maybe nobody's out there. You never know."

"But the chances are good somebody's there," she added.

Ben grinned and nodded.

"I don't know, Ben. That's so...so weird."

"Are you forgetting how horny you got?" Ben said, reaching for Cheryl's pussy but allowing her to back away.

"What time?"

"Two o'clock."

"I'll think about it," Cheryl said.

###

When Cheryl returned from her jog later in the day, a note was on her picnic table with a small rock holding it in place. She opened the once-folded piece of paper and read the short message.

"That was hot. My wife and I both came. We want more."

Cheryl could feel her face turn ten shades of red. She crumpled up the note and threw it in the fire pit. She glanced around as if thinking she'd be able to pick out the author of the message as she entered the safety of here tent...windows and front flap tightly closed behind her. Still, her pussy reacted to the words and what they meant.

She had just under twenty four hours to decide if she'd meet Ben at the primitive campsite. But she had a good idea which way she'd lean.

A little past one o'clock the next day Cheryl was in her tent pulling on a tank top and a pair of shorts over her otherwise naked body. Her mind had been made up when she asked herself how many opportunities like this she might have in her lifetime. Not knowing the answer, she'd decided to go through with it. Her nipples hardened at just the thought of what was about to transpire.

She was at the campsite at one thirty. Ben was waiting.

"Where's the other couple?" she asked.

"Kevin and Susan? They took off," he said. "They said to tell you 'have fun'."

"Will they watch?"

"Don't know. How many times do I have to tell you, that's the neat thing with this. Let's go into the tent until two o'clock," Ben said.

They held as close to a normal conversation as they could, finding out more about each other and where they live and work. Ben found out Cheryl was a paralegal. She found out he owned a construction business. He was divorced. She was unattached with a history of failed relationships. None of the guys were any fun, she explained. Ben asked her what she considered 'fun'. She refused to answer.

"So what are we going to do out there?" she managed to ask Ben.

"Whatever you want. Wherever you want. If you don't initiate anything, I think I know how to get you going," Ben answered.

Cheryl's smirk was her admission that he was probably right. "Do you have any suggestions?"

Ben said, "Relax. Realize what you are doing and what a turn-on it really is. Don't hold back. Be yourself."

Cheryl nodded and glanced at her watch. "It's two."

"You ready?"

She took a deep breath. "I guess."

They stepped out of the tent. Cheryl hadn't paid much attention to the secluded campsite's surroundings. But now she realized it was in a bowl encircled by gently sloping ground that formed a type of amphitheater around them. The trees were more dense in certain areas than others, but in general would be considered thick woods. It was quiet and still, with the sound of a nearby creek clearly audible. As far as she knew, they were totally alone.

Cheryl and Ben stood by the fire pit and picnic table. Ben took Cheryl and pulled her closer, starting a kiss that eventually brought their bodies together. Hands began to wander and Cheryl moaned at Ben's touch. Unlike their other meetings, Cheryl did not wait for Ben to press his cock against her until she couldn't avoid it. This time she put her hand in his crotch and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. It stiffened at first contact and Cheryl used the fabric of his shorts to stroke it harder.

Ben kissed the tops of Cheryl's breasts while sliding his hands inside her tank top. Soon, the top was off and Ben was sucking on her very nice sized tits.

Horniness did a good job of clouding Cheryl's mind from the fact she was topless in the middle of the woods. But the harder Ben bit her nipples and squeezed her ass, the more she realized what they were doing. She suspected, but didn't know, that people were watching. Maybe a hiker was hidden behind a tree by the path, trying to decide whether to leave or stay. Cheryl's pussy was drenched at the prospect.

She pulled off Ben's shirt. He kneeled down and slid her shorts off her legs. They kissed once more before Cheryl crouched down in front of him. Cheryl concluded that being naked and pulling out a man's cock inside a tent—even with open windows—was profoundly different than doing it in public. Yet, there she was; unzipping Ben's shorts and taking them off.

She knew from the day before that he was not fully erect...yet. She stood up and faced him.

"Now what?" she asked quietly, her fingers sliding up and down his cock.

"Wanna fuck?"

She giggled, almost to herself. "Might as well."

"Will you do me a favor?" he asked.

"What's that?"

Ben looked into her eyes. "Suck me, first, like you did yesterday."

Cheryl smiled, wondering if the request was more for him or the 'audience.' Either way, she chose to put on a good show. She spent considerable time licking him before finally sliding the cock inside her mouth and providing the ultimate pleasure. Twice she brought him to the edge of an orgasm, only to stop with just a drop of precum appearing at the tip.

"Now fuck me," she said while standing.

Cheryl leaned on the picnic table, her tight ass close to Ben and her long legs spread wide. She looked straight ahead, waiting for him to begin. It was Ben's turn to tease and he slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass. One of his hands found her tit and clutched it firmly while he put his cock between her legs. Cheryl did everything she could to get the cock to rub her clit. Ben must have read her mind.

He placed the tip against her clit and rocked it back and forth.

"Oh fuck. That's good," Cheryl moaned.

Ben eventually used the entire length of his erection to graze across her clit over and over. He used his free hand to push it against her harder, causing louder whines from Cheryl. Soon, she had to have it.

"Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

She probably had no idea how loud she said it or how the words echoed in the trees around them. Cheryl just wanted him inside her.

Ben obeyed her command. She was so wet he barely had to push the swollen head of his cock past the opening to her pussy. His body easily moved forward until Cheryl's ass was touching his thighs. He couldn't enter her any farther.

"Oh yes! God, that feels good," Cheryl told him.

The sex started out slow and deliberate. Ben held her by the waist and they settled into a steady rhythm. But when he saw her reach down and put a hand on her clit and he reached up for her tit, the pace quickened. He held her tighter and slammed his cock into her faster. The slapping of his skin against hers came quicker and louder. They urged each other on, knowing the climax would come rapidly.

The breast Ben wasn't fondling rolled wildly under Cheryl's chest. She was being pushed onto the table with ever-increasing pressure from behind. Cheryl pushed back with all her strength and it only heightened the enjoyment of his cock thrusting into her. He was huge and she felt stretched like never before. Her throbbing clit demanded more attention and she provided it.

Cheryl was ready to cum. Maybe it was Ben, or the locale, or the invisible eyes she felt focusing on her every move. Whatever the reason, she was ready to cum long and hard.

"C'mon, babe. I want to hear you cum," Ben told her.

Cheryl leaned forward, clutching the sides of the picnic table instead of the edge. She was spread-eagle, her head turned sideways as she felt her body get ready for the imminent orgasm. She cried out with a sound that could only be made during sex.

Cheryl thrust her ass back to meet Ben's cock and she came. Over and over again her body pulsed with satisfaction as her pent up sexual desire burst through her pussy. She squeezed Ben's cock with her muscles in between orgasms.

Then he came, too. He grunted in a deep voice with each thrust of his cock and each deposit of cum inside her body. Surely, their combined noises could be heard from anywhere within their sight. Who, if anybody, was listening? Who was masturbating behind a tree? Cheryl came again at the thought of it.

She ended up resting on top of the picnic table while Ben finished cumming. The rough wood surface of the table rubbing on her nipples excited Cheryl, but she couldn't cum any more. They were both totally spent by the time he slowly pulled out of her.

"Shit," Cheryl moaned. "What did we just do?"

"We fucked in the open air," Ben said dryly. "Want to do it again?"

"You'd better find another woman."

Cheryl stood up with the help of one hand on the picnic table. Ben kissed her, his wet cock scraping against her thigh.

"You did great," he said. "You're a pro now."

He followed her back towards the tent. Out of the corner of her eye, Cheryl thought she saw movement in the woods. By the time she looked, nobody was there.

###

"How many more days are you going to be here?" Ben asked.

Cheryl said, "Three. Maybe four if I want to."

They sat around the fire at Cheryl's campsite. It had been seven hours since the outdoor 'show'.

"Good. Then you can come to the next party."

"What party?" she said.

"At my cabin. We have a group that meets every few weeks. About a dozen people, usually," Ben said.

She looked at him warily. "Why do I think you aren't telling me everything."

"What? What is there to tell?"

His smirk gave him away.

"And what do you do at these parties?" Cheryl asked.

Ben used a long stick to poke at the fire. Sparks rose several feet before dying out.

"Did you enjoy this afternoon?"

Cheryl nodded. "Yes."

"Why?" Ben inquired.

Cheryl paused and then said, "It was good sex. And I liked being outside."

"You liked the fact people might have been watching."

It was a statement; not a question.

She nodded silently without looking him in the eye.

"How exciting would it be if you watched somebody and they knew you were watching? Or if YOU had sex with people watching?"

She finally looked at him directly. "You have pretty wild parties."

Ben shrugged. "You should try it. I think you'd like these people. They certainly would like you."

"I've never been to an orgy. What do you wear to an orgy, before you get naked?"

He knew she was playing with him from the tone of her voice. Ben desperately wanted to have her agree to come.

"It's not an orgy, Cheryl. Normally just one or two couples are involved. We kind of rotate around. Wear whatever you want. Or nothing at all."

Cheryl was staring into the fire, trying to imagine the scene. She doubted she was picturing it correctly. Her mind was already made up to go, but wanted to make him wonder.

"I don't know," she whined. "I don't want to end up in some leather straps hanging from the ceiling."

"Nothing kinky," Ben quickly assured her. "Straight sex. Either watch or be watched."

"Which do you prefer?" she asked playfully.

"Both."

"No. Pick one."

"Being watched," he admitted. "Especially if it's with a beautiful woman who I know is getting turned on by it."

Cheryl grinned. "Where's your cabin?"

"I'll pick you up if you want. Eight o'clock Friday night."

###

Cheryl wasn't sure why she had packed the denim miniskirt for a camping trip, but it seemed the obvious choice for, well, some kind of a party. She pulled it up over her bikini panties and buttoned her blouse. Ben hadn't told her not to wear a bra, but Cheryl assumed it would be acceptable. When she was done, she looked down at herself one last time and casually undid one more button on her blouse. With ample cleavage showing, she slipped into her shoes.

Ben showed up five minutes late in a small luxury car that looked distinctively out of place in the campground. Cheryl hopped in a pulled on the hem of her skirt as she sat. Ben voiced his approval of her outfit and they were on their way to his cabin.

Darkness was beginning to fall as Ben weaved along the narrow country road in the woods that led them to his summer and weekend getaway. It was a two story, wood structure that could only loosely be called a cabin. Inside, dark woodwork complemented rustic furniture and modern conveniences.

The first floor contained a great room and a sunken living room, highlighted by a massive stone fireplace. Two lofts on either side of the great room overlooked everything.

"Wow. Now this is camping," Cheryl declared.

"Thank you. You'll get plenty of opportunity to see the whole thing before the night is over," Ben said.

Cheryl could only guess at what he meant, considering his preview of what the party would turn into.

"Something to drink?" he asked.

"Wine?"

"Red or white?"

"White, please."

Cheryl walked down into the living room while Ben got their drinks. A fire was already burning, despite the moderate temperature outside. Still, it added a lot to the atmosphere, she decided. She settled onto a couch, crossed her legs, and swore she would stop worrying about the length of her skirt.

"I never asked how old these people will be," Cheryl said after Ben arrived.

"Your age. My age. Some a little younger. Some a little older. How's that?"

"Sometimes I really hate you," Cheryl said, sipping the very expensive tasting wine.

"Listen. If you don't like what you see, it's less than an hour walk back to your tent. OK?"

She frowned, trying not to laugh. Curiosity, and Ben's history of leading her into wildly exciting adventures, persuaded her to stay. Not to mention the wine, fire, and Ben himself.

Shortly after nine, the other guests started to arrive. Couple after couple entered the cabin, each one seemingly more attractive than the last. It was a mixed age crowd, as Ben predicted. But they all looked to be professionals of some type with well-toned bodies—for the most part—and personalities that kept Cheryl captivated during the introductory chatting stage.

She was pleased to find herself appropriately dressed after all. Mildly flirtatious outfits on the women was typical with nothing over the top. And Cheryl could tell some of the half dozen or so women had plenty to flaunt if they wanted to.

The volume rose as more voices, aided by the flow of alcohol, contributed to the din. People were spread throughout the entire first floor in groups of two or three. An occasional loud laugh roared above the other noise.

Ben tried to stay near Cheryl, but they were separated many times and Cheryl accepted that his role as host would cause him to disappear for short periods. She soon found herself talking most often to a man in his thirties named Jeremy who she was attracted to, and vice versa.

Sporadically, his cute wife would join them, only to wander off again. Cheryl put them at the top of her wish list of people she'd like to watch. That's when she knew she was going to thoroughly enjoy the evening.

Ben caught up with her again and they were talking when a cheer went up from the area near the fireplace. They glanced over and Ben said, "Well, the party's about to begin. Follow me."

He led Cheryl up to one of the lofts overlooking the living room. Cheryl leaned on the railing and looked down at the scene. A semi-circle of people were watching a man and woman lying on a large rug. Cheryl recognized the woman as a redhead she had met, somewhere in her early forties, with a luscious body. She was on her back. A man straddled her waist.

"That's Carl and Jan. They're married. This should be good," Ben said quietly.

Cheryl wanted to ask how it was decided, or who decided, who went first and when. But Ben answered it for her.




Campsite with a View



"Normally around this time somebody prods a couple into doing something. This is not the first time Carl and Jan have gone first. They're good," he explained.

Carl was unbuttoning Jan's blouse. Cheryl could see Jan's black bra and felt only a little embarrassed now at not wearing one. Someone in the crowd urged Carl to open the bra, and he slowly unhooked it in the front. Cheryl felt her pussy react to the sight of Carl's hands sliding back the material and exposing his wife's large breasts.

Cheryl was taken aback by the relative silence of the crowd. They were clearly there to watch and not participate other than the occasional comment or request. When Carl leaned down and put one of Jan's breasts in his mouth, you could hear a pin drop. He moved from one side of her chest to the other, causing each nipple to grow a little longer and a deeper red.

Carl removed the blouse and bra before moving his hands down to the top of Jan's pants.

"I want to go down there," Cheryl whispered. "I want to be closer."

"Let's go," Ben said.

A moment later, they stood on the edge of the crowd, about five or six feet from Jan's head. Carl had taken off Jan's pants and was now teasing his wife's pussy and sliding her panties lower on her hips.

From her new vantage point, Cheryl could easily make out the bulge in Carl's pants. If it was any indication, she was anxious to see the real thing. Cheryl's eyes traveled back to Jan and she watched as the panties slowly got pulled off Jan's long legs.

Jan was known among the crowd for taking extra care in maintaining her body. Cheryl marveled over the sexiness of her mature curves and lines. Women didn't usually turn her on, but this one was special.

It also worked for Carl, because as he stood over Jan and stripped, it soon became obvious that the bulge in his pants was just a precursor to the very large erection he sported when he took off his boxers. A couple of the women voiced their approval to break the silence. Cheryl saw a few pairs of hands begin to travel over partners' bodies in the crowd.

Carl laid on top of Jan and they kissed. They rolled back and forth and Carl's cock slid across Jan's smooth skin. He sucked on her breasts once more and Jan moaned with joy. Cheryl tried to imagine how she would respond to his massive cock entering her.

As if on cue, Jan reached down and positioned Carl's cock where she wanted it. The room was hushed as everybody watched and waited. Carl was very deliberate in his actions. Rather than simply plunging his cock inside Jan, he let the head disappear before stopping to let everybody see. Then another inch or two, until finally the cock vanished from sight.

"Oh God, yes," Jan muttered.

Cheryl could almost feel the cock inside her own body as her pussy contracted. Watching the campers from afar was vastly different than being a few feet away in the cabin. Her body told her she liked this much better.

Carl pulled out and reinserted the cock in slow motion. Jan lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Carl pulled her closer and they began to fuck in earnest.

Unbeknownst to her, Jeremy and his wife had walked behind Cheryl and Ben. Cheryl flinched at the unexpected feel of Jeremy's hands on her waist.

"Like it so far?" he whispered in her ear.

"Love it," Cheryl replied.

"Is it OK if I watch with you?" Jeremy asked.

Cheryl nodded.

His hands slid down the outside of her legs until reaching the bottom of her skirt. Cheryl never took her eyes off the couple on the rug while Jeremy ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He got to her pussy and felt the wetness seeping through her panties.

Jeremy massaged her ass with one hand and began rubbing her pussy and clit with the other.

Carl and Jan were picking up the pace with each of them saying they were getting closer. Carl lifted Jan's ass off the floor and thrust his cock into her at a new angle—one that evidently pleased Jan very much. She clutched at the rug and held it tight in her fists. Her eyes were closed and her expression indicated that an orgasm wasn't far off.

Cheryl only spent a few seconds wondering if Jeremy had talked to Ben about what he was doing, or to his wife, or if everything in the cabin was just spontaneous. The harder Jeremy rubbed her clit, the less she worried about it.

Jan's cries were getting louder and more frequent. Her breasts swayed with each shove of Carl's cock into her pussy. The cries became moans and the moans became incoherent sounds.

Cheryl fidgeted as Jeremy played with her pussy and ass. She hoped she could avoid cumming until the couple on the floor were done.

Finally, Jan screamed out and began an orgasm to the delight of the crowd. Carl slammed into her with greater force and each grunt seemed to push Jan even farther into ecstasy. She lasted nearly a full minute before showing signs of collapsing onto the carpet.

Carl let her down and pulled out his cock to Cheryl's surprise and disappointment. But as soon as he began stroking it, aimed directly at Jan's chest, she knew what was next. The room seemed to freeze in anticipation. And then it started.

With a loud groan, Carl poured shot after shot of warm cum onto Jan's stomach and tits. The crowd roared its approval in unison, the loudest outburst of the evening so far. Applause mixed in with shouts and pleadings for more even while a pool of white semen collected between Jan's breasts. Eventually, Carl finished and Jan playfully ran a finger across her chest before sliding it between her lips.

Cheryl could feel her heart thumping and her breath coming in shallow puffs. Jeremy withdrew his hands just as she threatened to cum and she watched Jan clean up with a towel supplied by somebody in the crowd. Gazing at the towel wiping off Jan's large breasts did little to calm Cheryl down.

Jeremy whispered into Cheryl's ear: "Want to be next?"

She did, but was too shy to admit it. She shook her head.

"It's kind of tradition that the new person gets involved the first night," Jeremy said.

"That's a lie," Cheryl quickly responded. "And what about your wife?"

"She much prefers watching."

And Cheryl much preferred to be fucked by this sexy guy, in front of a bunch of strangers. They weren't hiding in the woods this time or watching her inside a tent. They were ten feet away.

"OK. Just tell me what to do," Cheryl managed to say amid her anxiety.

Jeremy grinned and said, "I'll lead."

Jan was being helped to her feet when Jeremy started to unbutton Cheryl's blouse. Soon, every set of eyes in the cabin were on the young woman in the denim miniskirt. Jeremy lifted the blouse out of the skirt to open the last button. He let the shirt dangle on her for a moment before pulling back on it and sliding it down Cheryl's arms.

Expressions of appreciation from both men and women accompanied the unveiling of Cheryl's near-perfect breasts. She timidly glanced around the room, practically able to feel the intensity of the stares. But nothing could have made her stop now.

Jeremy unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor on its own. Cheryl felt his hands on her waist, and then her panties were being removed. The only sound this time was Jeremy pushing her clothes aside.

Finally, somebody in the room whistled softly. Murmurs started as Jeremy ran his hands up and down Cheryl's naked body. She thought she would explode from excitement and stimulation as she looked around the room and saw a couple men begin to fondle their partners. The combination of being naked and watching the beginnings of sex by others was exactly what Cheryl had been dreaming of.

She turned to face Jeremy, who already had his shirt off and was removing his pants. Inside his shorts Cheryl could clearly make out his erection. When he was naked, Cheryl's pulse accelerated even more. He had a lean body, if not overly muscular. But that cock was...magnificent.

They came together and Cheryl held him in her hand. They kissed lightly and Jeremy cupped one of her breasts.

"Lie on the couch," he told her.

She eagerly obeyed and watched him move beside the couch. His cock had grown another inch or two, sticking straight out now in menacing hardness. But rather than get between her legs, he climbed onto the couch and straddled her waist with his knees. The cock hung inches above Cheryl's mouth as he leaned forward.

Instinctively, her lips parted and she licked them nervously. A second later, the bulging head of Jeremy's cock made contact with her mouth. She reached up and held the throbbing, warm shaft while licking all around the tip. Cheryl closed her lips around it and Jeremy gradually pushed it, inch by inch, inside her mouth. He didn't stop until Cheryl's lips were flat against his body.

Cheryl pulled back and then willingly took in all of his cock once more. Soon, Jeremy was fucking her mouth while the crowd formed a circle around the couch. If Cheryl was going to have any second thoughts, they would be now. Instead, she felt her pussy throb even harder and her desire to please Jeremy, and the crowd, grew stronger.

Jeremy played with Cheryl's tits and she responded by licking and sucking him more intensely. Next to her, she saw a man's stiff cock in the hand of a woman. Behind Jeremy she saw a man sucking a woman's breast. She assumed the party was just getting started.

Being the main attraction, Jeremy knew what the crowd wanted. He pulled out of Cheryl's mouth and worked his way down the couch. Cheryl watched the cock pass over her pussy, and then keep going as Jeremy backed up. To her surprise, he separated her legs with his hands and lowered his face. After kissing her thighs for a second, he licked all around her pussy and then quickly found her clit.

Cheryl's moan indicated to everyone that Jeremy's tongue had found the spot. He licked harder and closed his lips around her swollen clit.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she cried out. "Right there."

Cheryl lifted one leg so it rested on the back of the couch while the other one dangled over the edge. Jeremy held her under the thighs and buried her head deeper. His tongue worked over the clit and occasionally found its way inside her soaking wet pussy. Cheryl wriggled her hips as she came closer and closer to cumming.

When Jeremy sensed she was close, he moved up and finally let the head of his cock rest at her opening. Cheryl grabbed him by the ass and practically forced him inside her. He easily slid in and filled her to the delight of the onlookers...and Cheryl.

Her legs were around his waist and he fucked her a little faster. The couch creaked from the force of his thrusts, but Cheryl wanted more. She saw everybody watching them, many of the people either masturbating or fondling somebody else. She never felt as excited as she did right then. No fantasy could possibly match what she was actually experiencing in the cabin.

All the while, Jeremy's cock was providing more than she could dream of in terms of sexual pleasure. He certainly knew how to use it and had Cheryl on the verge of a giant orgasm. She clung to him as the pace quickened and the sound of their sex filled the room.

Much too quickly, Cheryl knew she was about to cum. She barely had enough time to consider her surroundings one last time before letting out a shriek and feeling her pussy contract around the cock inside her.

The next couple minutes were just a blur. She started to cum. Numerous waves flowed through her body as Jeremy squeezed her nipples and continued to pound his cock into her cunt. Cheryl clutched at the edge of the couch, then held Jeremy by the ass, and then played with her clit. More orgasms came and went. In the middle of it all, Jeremy asked her if he could cum inside her. Cheryl squeaked out a 'Yes' and she felt his warm semen added to the accumulation of her own juices.

Her mind scarcely picked up the sounds of the other people in the room. She was totally locked into her own pleasure and Jeremy's elongated orgasm. Cheryl felt the excess juices flow down the inside of her thighs. She never wanted the session to end.

But it did, and she found Jeremy on top of her, kissing her passionately with a semi-erect cock still inside her. When he finally rose from the couch, Cheryl's hair was tousled and her face a bright crimson. However, the smile on that face told the whole story.

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"When will I see you again?" Ben asked when he dropped her off back at her campsite.

"Oh, who knows," she replied. "Maybe you'll be walking in the woods one day and you'll look over and there I'll be. On top of a picnic table with some dude I just met."

"That would be cool," he said. "Should I watch?"

"You better."

She blew him a kiss and closed the door. Ben watched her walk inside her tent. The windows were still wide open as he pulled away.