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Let's Go Camping Ch. 01

By: Ashson



My wife's younger sister, Marie, is staying with us for a few weeks. She's a nice girl, friendly, pretty, quite intelligent and very outgoing. If I had to make any complaints about her it would be that she's a doer. She had to be out and about and doing something at all times.

I see nothing wrong with sitting back and reading a book. Stroll through the park and enjoy a bit of nature. Sit on a bench and watch a sunset.

If Marie had to watch a sunset she'd be doing a tap dance and singing a song at the same time. The only way to make her stand still would be to nail her feet to the floor. She is what you might call a rather tiring young woman. I get tired just watching her.

Considering what I knew of Marie I knew who to blame when Jenny, my wife, came up with a brilliant suggestion.

"Why don't we go camping this weekend"," she said. "It'll be fun."

Camping. That means mosquitos and sand fleas. Biting ants and other insects. Poisonous snakes and spiders. Sand in your socks and sand in your jocks. Bound to rain, even if you're in the middle of a drought. Boiling hot days and freezing nights. And these were just the good points about camping.

My immediate reaction was "over my dead body", but the glint in Jenny's eye indicated that it probably would be, so I said "Why not. I'll ring up and book a motel for the weekend."

"No need," came the reply. "We'll be using the tents."

The motel had been worth a try but I hadn't really expected it to work. Still the tents weren't too bad. We had two. A large one that could sleep two very comfortably and a smaller single man tent that could sleep one if they were small enough. Fortunately, Marie would be stuck with that one. 

I contemplated a night in a tent with Jenny and smiled. She'd be feeling guilty about dragging me out into the wilds and sex would definitely be on the cards.

That afternoon we set out and by the evening we were busy putting up the tents and setting up the camp. At least, I was busy putting up tents and setting up camp while Marie and Jenny gave me advice. A lot of advice. Eventually I was done. I slung the sleeping bags into the tents and went and relaxed while Jenny prepared a meal.

Oddly enough, it was quite a warm night, reasonably cloudless skies and a full moon due. There was a gentle breeze and for some reason the insects had all decided to go and chew on someone else. It was actually quite nice out there and tomorrow I'd be able to go fishing.

I received a nasty shock when it was time to go to bed. 

"We can't possibly ask Marie to sleep in the single tent," Jenny told me. "Anything could happen. She'll share with me and you'll have the single tent to yourself. You'll enjoy it, not having to hear us gasbag on."

Yes. I'd enjoy being curled up in a little tent all on my lonesome instead of spending some quality time with my wife. Oh, happy day.

I lay on my sleeping bag feeling frustrated. (That's a genteel way of saying I was feeling as randy as a bandicoot.) Eventually it dawned on me that the other tent was totally silent, indicating that the girls were both asleep.

That other tent is really quite large. Plenty of room for three in it. It seemed to me that I could slide in there and entertain my wife as long as we were reasonably discrete about it. Marie would never even know I'd visited.

Putting thought into word I slipped out of my little tent and moved over to the larger tent. At this stage a cloud passed over the moon, leaving it pitch black but that wasn't a problem. Jenny always unrolled her bag across the entrance to the tent. I don't know why, but she insisted on it. 

There was enough light to show the shapes of the girls on their sleeping bags. Like me, they had found it warm enough not to need to climb into them. Marie was pitched against the far wall of the tent and, as always, Jenny was lying across the entry. 

I settled down next to Jenny and started lightly stroking her. One of the first things I did was ease her panties off and edge her legs apart. Clearing the playing field, you might say. She wears this big old t-shirt at night when camping, and it didn't take much to push that up and let her breasts free.

I was now in a position for some serious playtime. I gently stroked her breasts, rubbing her nipples with the palms of my hands, encouraging them to stand up. Jenny was mumbling sleepily and pressing her breasts against my hands.

After a little while I transferred my attention to her pussy, holding it and squeezing. Then I started massaging her, easing her lips apart and dipping my fingers inside her. Jenny was stirring more now, slowly waking up and heating up. I had no intention of actually taking her until she was fully awake and ready to play. (Even if there was a chance she might decide no dice while Marie was there.)

I could tell the moment when Jenny came fully awake. My fingers flicked across her clitoris and she gave a small spasm and gasped. My fingers continued to dance across her pussy and she was pushing it firmly up against me. No refusal coming tonight, I noticed.

I eased her legs further apart and settled between her thighs, my cock pressing gently against her. That's when things started to go slightly amiss.

"Wait, you fool," she said, gasping for breath. "I'm Marie. We swapped sleeping bags tonight."

At the same time the moon emerged from behind the clouds and it was quite bright. Definitely bright enough for me to quite clearly see Jenny on the other sleeping bag and for me to see Marie under me, looking startled and flustered.

"Oops," I said. "Unfortunate. Sorry Marie, but you do realise that it wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do for me to rouse you and just leave you. Try not to make too much noise. You don't want to disturb Jenny." 

With that I pushed slowly down, firmly nailing Marie to the sleeping bag. And when I say slowly, I meant slowly. Like I said earlier, Marie always wanted to be doing, and I had decided on the spot to make her take me very slowly, just to see how she reacted.

I pushed down and Marie's eyes widened with shock. When she realised how slowly I was taking her they seemed to widen even further and as I continued to just edge into her I could feel her trying to lift up to receive me.

I wouldn't let her. My hands were holding firmly onto her hips and I was controlling the rate of entry. I saw Marie's eyes flick towards Jenny, and she was breathing hard. If Jenny hadn't been there she probably would have screamed at me to move it, but as it was all she could do was bite her lip and sweat it out until my weight was finally holding her down, screwed to the sleeping bag you might say.

I suspect that Marie was assuming that I would now speed up, happy to have a quick fuck and get out in case Jenny woke up. Not so. I was finding the idea of slowly torturing her quite delightful. I pulled back just as slowly and then thrust back in. Marie was frantically trying to push up against me and get things moving but I still held her hips and controlled the rate.

It was surprising how fast Marie got excited when you consider how slowly I was taking her. She was twisted and squirming under me, gasping with need. Her legs came up and wrapped themselves around my waist, holding me tightly while she tried to pull me even deeper. I was going to need a shirt the next day to hide the scratches on my back.

I continued happily on my slow way, getting my own pleasure while driving Marie absolutely wild with wanting. She had to clamp one hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Whether in excitement or to abuse me for not getting a move on I couldn't say.

I have no idea how long I tormented Marie, but it was quite a while. She was crying from need towards the end, twisting and writhing under my cock.

Finally knowing I couldn't go on much longer I clamped a hand over her mouth and gave a ferocious drive into her, hard and deep. Marie came apart, almost bucking me off she came so hard. Even through my hand I could hear her muffled scream while I drove repeatedly into her, releasing my seed and feeling her clamping down on my cock, holding it in her until she was satisfied.

Marie lay there gasping after I disengaged. I didn't leave the tent immediately, lingering to hear what she would say.

"Bastard."

Not saying much, but to the point. I just smiled and waited.

"What do you think Jenny would say if I told her about this?" Marie demanded.

"Probably something along the lines of 'I know. I was watching. You certainly seemed to be having fun.'

I noticed that Jenny was awake and watching when the moon came out. Before I took you. I bet this was the reason you switched sleeping spots."

There was total silence from the sisters. They glanced at each other and then at me and then away. They were both blushing.

Jenny started to say something but I held up a hand.

"Explanations can wait until another time," I told her. "Just remember that what I wanted was some quality time with my wife, and in the morning I'm going to have it."

Jenny blushed but didn't speak.

"The only question I have is do I make love to you before or after I spank the pair of you?"

That got a reaction. 

"You wouldn't?" gasped Jenny.

"Actually, I think I would. You in private as you're my wife and you never know what will follow the spanking, although you can probably guess.

But you can be a witness to Marie's spanking. Won't that be fun?"

Let's Go Camping Ch. 02



My wife, Jenny, had persuaded me to go camping for the weekend. Not my favourite hobby by a long shot, but I figured that even if her sister, Marie, was tagging along I'd still get a chance for some camping sex as a thank you for being a good sport.

On that first night the girls played what I considered to be a dirty trick, but even though I caught on early I went along with their devious plans and a certain amount of fun was had by all.

I did, however promise retribution. After the fun and games, Marie had been banished to the one man tent and Marie and I retired for the night in the main tent.

Waking in the morning I decided the time was right for a little fun and retribution where Jenny was concerned. Retribution for Marie could wait and be my dessert.

With Jenny lying asleep next to me, I started working on her. She was only wearing panties and a t-shirt and it was quite easy to strip them off her without waking her. Then I started playing with her.

I teased and tasted Jenny's breasts and let my fingers do the walking around her love mound. I manipulated her and teased her, slowly waking her up in a somewhat heated condition.

When Jenny was awake and half-heartedly glaring at me I told her that it was retribution time. 

"Meaning what?" she wanted to know. 

"You know precisely what I mean," I pointed out. "I said last night that I was going to spank you and now is as good a time as any. It's nice and early in the morning and no-one is likely to hear you squealing for mercy."

"I won't be squealing for mercy and have you forgotten that Marie is just outside."

"She's asleep. You know how hard she sleeps in the morning. She won't budge until it's time for me to wake her for her own spanking."

Jenny giggled at that.

"Are you really going to spank her?"

"Of course. It wouldn't be fair to just tan your pretty little bottom and let her get off scot free. Now come here and accept your own punishment."

"If you think I'm going to just bend over and let you spank me, you're crazy," Jenny told me flatly. "Not going to happen."

I indicated my nudity and my obvious expectation of the activity due to take place.

"What is going to happen is you're going to come over here and mount up and go for a ride," I told Jenny, and got an old fashioned look from her.

But she was still feeling hot and worked up from the preliminaries I'd begun while waking her, so she wasn't exactly averse to a bit of sexual activity.

I drew her over until she was lying naked on top of me, the tip of my cock pressing against her pussy.

"Mount up," I told her and with a giggle Jenny wriggled down a little, letting my cock ease into her. Once it had started its journey Jenny sat up and pushed back, letting me slide deep into her. She twisted and writhed a little, getting herself settled fully onto my erection.

"Now ride," I told her and my hand came round hard and fast and spanked against her bottom.

Jenny squealed. She'd thought she was going to dodge the spanking and it had now dawned on her that she hadn't. She reared upright and my other hand delivered a nice firm spank to her other cheek.

"Stop it, you swine, or I'll get off," hissed Jenny.

"No, you won't, or the spanking may be a lot worse. What you're going to do is lie down on top of me and bounce your bottom up and down. And while you're doing that, I'll give you your spanking. We'll call it quits when you reach your climax."

Even while I was talking I'd delivered another couple of spanks. Jenny was furious but she did what she was told. Her bottom started bobbing up and down, my spanks helping it on its way each time. She was squealing and cursing in a combination of pleasure and pain.

I must admit this was one of the most unusual sexual experiences I'd ever had, but one I had every intention of repeating. I didn't think Jenny would mind a repeat performance either, as her excitement and enthusiastic bobbing up and down on my cock were really quite revealing. She was loving it. Maybe I should have spanked her prior to this.

I was quite surprised when Jenny had her first climax. Usually she took longer to reach that point but this morning she seemed to gallop up to it. Deciding that yes, she really was having a climax and not just pretending, I finally let up on the spanking. 

With Jenny's climax out of the road I twisted over, rolling her beneath me. Then I set to, hammering into her hard and fast, driving towards my own climax. Jenny was bucking energetically beneath me, quite happy to continue and score a second time.

It was a near run thing. Jenny thought she was going to miss out when she felt me revving up for my finale and she squealed a protest and started bucking against me even harder. I didn't object as her administrations certainly did the trick for me and I erupted like Vesuvius. The eruption seemed to also do the trick for Jenny and she climaxed happily, holding me in a death-grip.

Lying there afterwards, Jenny raised the subject of Marie again.

"Are you really going to spank her?" she asked.

"I am. She's earned it and you both know it," I said. "If it's any consolation, I won't be spanking her the way I spanked you."

"I should bloody well think not," said Jenny, "but just how do you intend to spank her."

"In as embarrassing a fashion as I can manage," I said. "She's probably sleeping in panties and t-shirt, the same as you, so I thought while she's still asleep I'll strip them off her and then put her across my knee while sitting on that old stump next to the tents. She probably won't even wake up properly until the first spank lands."

"That's horrible," protested Jenny. "What happens if someone else comes along?"

"Then they'll probably stop and be entertained by the spectacle," I said. However it's early in the morning and passers-by are few and far between out here. Now why don't we put on some clothes and attend to business before she wakes up."

I'd been right about how Marie was dressed, and she barely even stirred when I took her panties and t-shirt off. She was starting to stir when I picked her up and carried her out of the little tent. She snapped awake when I sat down on the stump and showed her nude little bottom what the sky looked like.

Her head snapped up and she was looking around in horror. She was outside, naked, and bent across my knee.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," she screamed at me.

"Retribution, remember? I promised to spank you and Jenny this morning. It's now morning and time for your spanking."

"What about Jenny?" Marie protested. "She's your wife. Spank her."

"I have," I said cheerfully. "You were asleep and missed it."

I glanced over at Jenny. 

"Is your bottom nicely red?" I asked.

Jenny giggled and flipped up her skirt. Her thong did nothing to hide the cheeks of her bottom and they both had a nice red flush.

"Now it's your turn. If it's any help, Jenny said I'm not allowed to bonk you if you get excited by the spanking, so you don't have to worry about me ravishing you."

"You couldn't anyway," muttered Jenny. "You won't be shooting again for hours after your earlier session."

I ignored that snide comment as beneath me. My hand had been resting on Marie's bottom in what she probably felt was a most familiar fashion. Now it was time to set it to work.

I reached out with one hand and cupped one of Marie's breasts. 

"Now you are to leave your breast where I can feel it until the spanking is finished or I remove my hand," I told her. "This lets me know you're not trying to get away."

(It may not be a good excuse to grab a girl's breast, but one takes what advantage one can.)

I finally got into action and delivered a sharp spank to Marie's bottom. Her breast jerked up out of my hand but then hastily dropped back into it. Marie didn't know what would happen if she tried to dodge the spanking but she didn't want to find out, either.

I started of slowly, delivering half a dozen spanks to Marie's pretty little cheeks, helping them develop a healthy red flush. Then my accuracy seemed to deteriorate. Some spanks would land neatly on Marie's bottom, others would wander offline and slap her pussy, warming it up. 

It didn't take long and I could see Marie's pussy was colouring up and her lips were swelling and pursing slightly. 

That was how things stood when a bugger factor was added to the situation. Despite what I had said earlier about the scarcity of passers-by, one rolled up. 

It was Charles, a sometimes friend who we'd run into on the camping ground at various times. I'd been fishing with him several times. It turned out that he was camping just the other side of some trees, which was why we hadn't noticed him. He'd heard the squealing that Marie was doing and had come to see what was going on.

Marie sort of froze, going dead still, probably hoping not to be noticed. But if she thought a naked female being spanked in the middle of the campground was going to be overlooked she was sadly mistaken.

"Hi, Charles," I said smiling, an evil thought stirring.

"Andy, Jenny," he said, nodding to us. "Ah, what's going on?" he asked, indicating Marie. 

He also moved around slightly to get a better view.

"A little family problem, Charles," I told him. "Marie has been a bad girl and I was having to chastise her. You know, now that you're here you might be able to assist us with a little problem that's come up."

"Uh, what's that," Charles asked cautiously.

"Well, it's like this, Charles," I explained. "When Marie gets spanked she also gets terribly worked up and horny."

I reached down and gently rubbed Marie's pussy. 

"As you can see, she's all excited, but she's my sister, so I can't take care of her needs. Would you object to giving her a quick service?"

"You're kidding me?" Charles said.

"No. Really," I assured him.

Leaning over I whispered to Marie.

"Do I keep spanking or do we let Charles attend to your needs? I can always spank you until you climax. It may take a while but I've got the time."

"Jenny," wailed Marie.

"Um, it's up to you, Marie," said Jenny. "You don't have to if you don't want to. Andy will stop the spanking now if I tell him to."

"True," I murmured to Marie, "but you'll be left feeling frustrated all day. Charles is a nice bloke. Why don't you just try him for size and then decide."

"What do you mean, try him for size?" squealed Marie.

"It's very simple. We'll just have Charles enter you and then you can decide if he should continue or not." 

Taking her agreement for granted I beckoned Charles over. It was blatantly obvious that he had an erection and he couldn't take his eyes off Marie.

"Listen, Charles," I told him. "Marie is willing to have you try her out and see if you can relieve her need. She's a hot little number so I suggest you go in hard and fast."

Charles needed no further urging. He just whipped out his old feller and drove it home as advised. Marie shrieked, partly from shock and partly because the spanking had got her so worked up she was ready to climax anyway. She lay there shuddering, bent across my knee and impaled by Charles.

"I think that's acceptance Charles," I said. 

Before he and Marie knew what was happening I had her lifted off my knee and rotated so that she was facing Charles. Then she was clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck and his cock firmly inside her.

"You don't want us here while you take care of her, Charles," I told him. "Why not just carry her back to your own camp and get properly acquainted."

Looking stunned, Charles headed off in the direction of his own camp, Marie clinging to him, bouncing happily on his cock with each step he took.

Jenny looked after them as they went.

"Ah, Andy," she said softly, "Isn't Charles married?"

"Now that you mention it, I believe he is."

"Isn't he married to the woman they call Big Bertha, with the emphasis on big?"

"That would be right," I agreed.

"Doesn't she always go camping with him?" Jenny asked.

An ear-splitting bellow roaring up from the camp beyond the trees answered that question. It was followed by a scream and moments later Marie came running past, diving into the little tent and zipping it up.

There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from the camp on the other side of the trees.

"You know," I said to Jenny. "I think I'm tired of camping. Let's go home."

Jenny nodded. "Good idea. Let's go."