2 comments/ 22784 views/ 1 favorites The Happy Camper By: needteachin My thanks to Mike Black for his editing skills! My summer had started off with my divorce being finalized, but I wasn't going to let it get me down. I parked in the most beautiful, secluded spot I could find and started setting up camp. It didn't take long since I'd done it many times before. I got the RV in the divorce. It was small, but comfortable, with a running shower and toilet, two luxuries I preferred when "roughing it." I pulled my '63 Jag behind it for trips to restock and to tour the countryside. I loved camping and never thought anything about going alone. I'd been alone for several months, ever since my husband left, but I loved the outdoors and camping was a passion, and I was determined that being single wouldn't keep me from doing what I enjoyed. It was hot in the afternoon sun and I was quite parched, so I decided to take a dip in the lake and then relax by the shore with a wine cooler and read awhile. I didn't even have to change, since I'd worn my black one-piece under my cutoffs. I wriggled out of the shorts and lay them and my towel on a large boulder at the edge of the lake. Then I climbed up onto the rock and dove into the water. It the chilly water was a shock to the system after the heat and, predictably, I had to pee. I didn't want to go in the lake -silly since I was the only one around for miles, but there was just something that wouldn't let me. So I climbed out, toweled off, and walked to the other side of the rock, I pulled the slight amount of black spandex aside exposing my pussy, and with legs spread, peed standing there. It felt so good to relieve myself and not have to worry about going anywhere or being discreet. I was alone, no one anywhere around, so it didn't make any difference what I did or how I did it, or so I thought... He'd been hiking in the foothills and was enjoying the serenity of the lake when he spotted me pulling up. At first irritated that I'd driven into his idyllic setting, he got over it when he saw me get out of the RV. He stayed hidden, prepared only to observe. He didn't want to frighten me, regardless how innocently he found me. He was amazed at seeing a woman camping on her own, but when he saw me stripping down, my large tits pressed by the black fabric of my one-piece, he was mesmerized. He watched me dive and then get out, but when he saw me peeing, he went instantly hard. He pulled his cock from his pants and started wanking right there, which would've been fine, but as he did, he didn't realize his foot was parked near a low branch from the bushes. Trying to get a better view, he started to move closer when his foot caught the branch and he tripped, falling dick first into the bushes! I heard the rustle of the leaves and turned my head in his direction, spotting his orange T-shirt. At first I was frightened, but I quickly realized what he was doing. I got horny just thinking about a man stroking himself looking at me and more than a little amused at the sight. He saw me staring at him and as our eyes met, he blushed and zipped up. I offered a hello, seeing his predicament. He stammered out that he was just hiking by and saw me, or didn't see anything, or... He was obviously flustered and I tried to relax him by offering him a wine cooler. I assured him that it was ok and I was just needing to pee, and well, I thought I was alone. I said I hoped I hadn't offended him, but I knew I hadn't. We sat and talked a bit. He told me about his hiking and travels, and I shared camping stories. As the day turned to evening and then night, we got lost in each others' conversations. We had so much in common and there was a definite attraction there. Finally realizing how late it had gotten, and after so many wine coolers, I said I needed to pee again, moving toward the boulder. Without hesitation he asked if he could watch again. It took him as much by surprise as it did me. We just stared, somewhat dumbfounded at first, then we both broke into a chorus of laughter. We laughed so long and hard that it really became mandatory I pee immediately, so without even moving from my spot, I scooted the thong over and just let it go. He stood mesmerized, watching as if it was the most fantastic sight he'd seen yet. I watched his face as he stared between my legs and became flush with passion. When I finished I asked if he enjoyed it! He stammered again his approval. Then, moving toward him, I asked if he would like to taste me, keeping my thong pulled to the side, exposing my shaved and glistening pussy. His eyes lifted to mine, and as if in a state of disbelief, he darted toward me. He knelt down in front of me, looking up into my eyes as if to say thank you, but finding no words. Then he went to work, clamping his mouth over my entire mound, greedily, hungrily licking and slurping my lips, my pussy, and my clit. I was thrilled and so hot! He was masterfully eating me and my legs were getting weaker and weaker. He must've sensed it, because he stopped, stood, and carried me to the boulder, laying me across it, spreading my legs, and continued his delicious assault on my pussy. He had me writhing immediately and cumming within a few minutes. After my unbelievable orgasm, he moved over to caress my face and kissed me deeply and passionately, sharing my love juices with me. What started out as a fumbling voyeur had turned out to be a wonderful lover. He pulled me down from the rock, never letting our lips part and took me to the RV. He put me down at the door and I led him to the bed. I stood looking into his eyes and pulled the straps of my suit down exposing my full white breasts. I wriggled out of it, my breasts swaying, and his eyes never left them once. I moved closer to him and began to kiss his ears, his neck, and his chin. My kisses followed my hands down as I unbuttoned his shirt, and again followed as I undid his pants and pulled them down. His large, thick cock sprang up and I went to work on it. I knelt between his legs and reached my mouth under his balls, licking, sucking, and nuzzling. I licked wide between them and licked up the front of his uncut shaft, teething li! ghtly at it along the way. I pulled his foreskin back exposing the bulbous head and flicked my tongue all around and under the rim of it and then raked my teeth across the head, stabbing my tongue into the hole. I took his head into my mouth and sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks. I popped the head in and out of my mouth, and then in one smooth motion, sank my mouth onto its length entirely. My lips and nose were in his pubic hair and his cock was in my throat. I stayed there, allowing time for my throat to relax and adjust. Then I started to swallow. My throat muscles were contracting on his cock as I continued this for several seconds. Finally I pulled out away to the end of it and then right back again, fucking his cock with my mouth. He was moaning continuously and he finally bent over and pulled me up and onto the bed, spreading my legs roughly, moving between them quickly, and taking me forcefully. I was enraptured in the sensuality of this man. He knew all the right buttons to push and when to push them. He entered me with accuracy and began pistoning into me immediately, rotating his hips as he fucked me, searching out every area of my womanhood. We were both on fire, passions burning into our sexes. He worked his cock magically in and out of me, skillfully manipulating my clit with the base of his cock, as well. I wanted this to never end, yet I wanted to cum desperately. I was not to wait too long as he had me crying out almost immediately. Over the course of the night we were writhing and rolling all over the small bed, changing positions, feeling new sensations with every change. He topped me, I topped him, side by side, sixty-nine, on all fours, bent in half, we did it all. I was amazed at his stamina, and at how many times he brought me to orgasm. With each, he allowed me no time before enflaming my desire again. He came many times that night, barely resting before hardening again. As he exploded in me for the umpteenth time, I begged him to let my ecstatically sore clit and pussy rest a while. Realizing this man was still capable of more, I sucked him back to hardness again. I then mounted him, facing his feet, slowly allowing his steely shaft to penetrate my virgin ass. I'd never been so turned on, I just had to try it! He responded to the tightness of my nether region with a loud groan, and immediately started bucking up into me, reaching around me, grabbing and squeezing! my tits. I didn't even have to move, as his hands moved to my butt cheeks, clenching them firmly, lifting and lowering me, thrusting his cock in and out. I frantically rubbed my poor clit with one hand as my other rolled and squeezed his balls. He was fucking me like a madman! Within minutes, I felt his balls tighten and as his moans got louder, I started cumming at the exact time his cock let loose its powerful spray, jetting his creamy juice into my ass. We both shuddered and spasmed, groaning and panting. I fell back onto him and his arms wrapped me tightly! As his cock became flaccid and fell out of my well-worked ass, he spooned me and we fell into a splendid, blissful sleep. I woke sometime later, and he was gone! My heart sank, wondering why he'd left, where he'd gone. I dragged myself from the bed and showered in the tiny stall, so much to wash, so much to remember. As I emerged from the small bathroom, I saw him standing there smiling at me! He greeted me with a kiss and a plate of eggs and toast! I was so thrilled to see him! We ate outside in the cool shade of the awning, and laughed and talked about our night together. I wanted him to spend the rest of the summer with me and thought about how to ask, but couldn't find the words. Finally, I just blurted it out! I wanted him to stay with me, to camp and hike with me, share my summer with me! He gazed into my eyes with a silence that sent chills. My heart froze as his lips finally parted to speak. He said he'd wanted to from the first moment he saw me! This was to be the best summer of my life and camping would never be the same again! The Happy Campers Conrad and Macy's kids were making the transition to adulthood, with many interests outside the family. They weren't around the house much any more, so Conrad and Macy began to explore new ways to enrich their 20-year-old romance. Macy had accumulated a few extra pounds over the years, giving her tiny five-foot body the pleasing curves of a mature female with few vanities. Her attempts to work off unwanted weight only resulted in better fitness and muscularity. Macy's dark red hair framed plain features on a freckled face that rarely saw a blush of makeup. Aside from a very open relationship with her husband, Macy pursued strictly conservative ways and kept an obsessively neat house. Conrad wasn't an overly big man, or obviously athletic, but he moved with confident grace. As a mining engineer in the prime of his career, he brought home a very comfortable income. In spite of his 42 years, Conrad still had no trouble slinging his bride over his shoulder from time to time. Conrad's jet-black hair and beard gave him a commanding presence in business meetings as well as social life. Conrad and Macy enjoyed outdoor excursions so much that they bought a vacation trailer and a membership in MegaTrails, a private campground organization. They often took the trailer out for weeklong stays at MegaTrails campgrounds in the Northwest US. MegaTrails is well known for upscale amenities such as swimming pools, tennis courts, shopping, laundry facilities, hosted cookouts, TV cable and sewer service at every site, and so on. Conrad and Macy took frequent advantage of the hiking and other exercise opportunities. In the Northwest rain forests, there are frequent rains even in summer. Conrad and Macy sometimes had to be content with indoor activities when they were camped, which can be rather limiting in the confines of a small vacation trailer. After breakfast on one such rainy day, Macy discovered while she was dressing (she usually wore a simple housedress until breakfast was done) that her panties were looking bedraggled. They were showing little tears around the waistband. She was about to fling them into the wastebasket when her mischievous instinct surfaced. Macy tracked down her sewing kit and extracted the scissors. She sat next to Conrad, who was reading on the sofa, and studiously commenced to cut the deteriorated fabric of her old panties. She whacked a big opening, about four inches across, centered in the back. She cut irregular holes in the crotch, and up the sides and front panel, creating a Swiss-cheese effect. Conrad was distracted from his book, and gave Macy a quizzical look. She just grinned and went back to annihilating the unfortunate panties, making a series of short snips in the waistband and leg bands. Macy held them up for inspection. Then, apparently satisfied with the result, she put away her sewing kit and retreated to the bathroom. When she came out again, Macy was naked except for her much-molested panties! Her hips swayed smartly as she strutted up to the propane furnace control next to Conrad and dialed in a new setting. Wisps of Macy's primly manicured pubic hair peeked out through the ragged holes around her pussy. Conrad's attention was riveted. The thermostat was mounted inconveniently high on the wall, and he watched Macy's ample breasts rise up on her chest as she twisted the knob. When she turned away from him, her supple bottom cleavage bounced and weaved seductively inside the large back opening. Macy pranced about, sweeping the floor, cleaning up the remains of their breakfast. The furnace responded efficiently. Conrad forgot his book and started to perspire. His pole extended to full length and tented up his pants, twitching and straining against the cloth. Macy kept up her silly charade, finding yet more trivial housekeeping tasks to perform in her scanty new costume. Macy knew that Conrad was following her movements closely with his eyes, but she purposely ignored his rising discomfort. She felt a pleasant tingle grow and spread in her belly. She amplified the feeling by displaying her charms to Conrad in ways that could only be described as lascivious. She swayed and stretched. She bent down to pick up the smallest particles of dust. She drew the broom handle between her thighs and rocked her pussy up and down over the wooden shaft, painting it with a moist coating of her abundant natural perfume. Conrad was usually a perfect gentleman. He often negotiated with Macy, letting her know what he wanted in bed, trying to accommodate her needs, too. This may be good strategy for cementing a long-term relationship, but eventually one understands another well enough to bypass it on the odd occasion. Wondering at Conrad's apparent restraint, Macy decided to break a boundary. She presented her raggedly covered bottom directly to Conrad, bending low enough to grab her ankles. Urine trickled down the insides of her thighs and puddled on the vinyl floor around her bare feet. Conrad's breath stalled in his throat. He finally became so provoked that he tackled Macy and threw her roughly down on the sofa. She curled into a fetal position, in mock defense against the hungry carnivore standing over her defenseless pink form. Conrad rapidly shed his clothes. He savaged what was left of Macy's abused panties, tearing them viciously from her and ripping them into tatters. Like a shaman performing mystic rites, he decorated her submissive body with the pieces. Thus liberated, Macy's heady aphrodisiac scent quickly saturated the little trailer's overheated atmosphere. Conrad's weighty pipe was fully primed and flowing with thick juice, but he was inspired to detour by the dining table. Conrad grabbed a tall bottle with a metal spout. "Bottoms up, you naughty girl," he ordered, gyrating the bottle at Macy to indicate the desired rotation. She rolled obligingly onto her tummy, and Conrad dispensed a liberal serving of their best extra-virgin olive oil directly into her not-so-virgin confluence. "Mmmmmmm," Macy purred, as the oil warmed and descended into her fleshy crevice. Conrad favored his potent erection with a little more of the rich Mediterranean condiment and then mounted Macy's sumptuous derier. He took a moment to survey the symmetrical pink landscape under him, and noted with profound appreciation his mineral rights thereto. "Hey, Conrad," Macy called over her shoulder; "what are you waiting for?" "Oh, I just wish you could see the view," he replied wistfully. "You were blessed with the most magnificent backside in the whole universe." Macy giggled and pinched her buns together as Conrad leaned forward and nestled his sensitive organ into her cleavage. Conrad moved lower, until his cock slipped into the lush valley between Macy's thighs. He began drilling steadily for the mother lode. Waves of hot sensation shot through Conrad's body with every millimeter. Macy felt Conrad's hard shaft drive along the folds of her swollen labia and tug on her sensitive inner lips as they parted. Conrad penetrated Macy's body completely, finding only the most pleasurable resistance as he bored into her steamy depths. She arched her ass up at Conrad, forcing his massive drillhead deeper and deeper with every stroke. Macy was very pleased to get her dose from behind; Conrad always touched her insides in a very special way when he banged her buns in this position. And bang them he did. His piledriver impacts flattened Macy and drove her down into the sofa even as she pushed her twin pillows up into Conrad's loins. The whole trailer shook rhythmically on its steel-belted radials. Conrad pounded away like this, oblivious to the rest of the universe, until the thick sweet syrup of deliverance gushed out of him, blasting his mind into nothingness, propelling pulse after pulse of his essential liquor deep into Macy's hungry reproductive conduit. When Conrad had recovered sufficiently from his convulsive release, he turned Macy over and made love to her fragrant, sloppy pussy with his mouth. He smelled and tasted the spicy product of his own body mingled with Macy's aromatic secretions and fine olive oil. Conrad knew from her odor that Macy was ready for the coup de grâce. She felt him lick around her swollen clitty bud with his warm, soft tongue. Macy moaned deliriously and closed her eyes to enjoy the delicious sensations, knowing there would be more, much more to come. Conrad slipped one finger inside Macy's drooling wet cunnie, then another. He curled them up towards her bladder and rubbed the little patch of spongy tissue. He could tell by its coarse texture that Macy would soon be airborne. Conrad massaged the spot with a marching rhythm while his tongue worked up to a furious cadence on her clitty. He didn't have long to wait. Macy was seized by a majestic visceral tension, so delicate, yet so firm, tickling her entrails with a feather that slowly morphed into a jackhammer, shattering her consciousness, spilling out the fluid of her mortal soul. She writhed and bucked and shuddered, groaning as if pierced by a broadsword, letting down even more primal wetness. Conrad was not dissuaded from his efforts. He continued to pleasure Macy slowly, feeling her convulse again and again as he caressed her highly sensitive inner flesh with his practiced tongue and fingers until she could linger no more in her private dimension of ecstasy. Macy gently pushed him away. They were both sweating profusely from the heat and intensity of their ordeal. Conrad got up to check the thermostat. "I don't believe this," he exclaimed; "Do you know, it's over ninety degrees in here!" He turned it back down and opened the roof vent wide. Conrad fetched a towel and soaked it in hot water from the kitchen sink. He tenderly cleaned Macy's pussy with the steamy towel, eliciting more soft cooing moans of pleasure, then rinsed it and cleansed the sweat from her glowing pink body. When he was done with Macy, he rinsed it again and wiped down his own body several times as the perspiration subsided. Conrad recalled the lively ride he had just experienced, and wondered if anyone in the campground had seen their trailer jumping with joy. "Remind me to adjust those damn stabilizing jacks!" he admonished Macy. Two days later, the weather at their site near the Washington coast had performed a complete about-face. It was warm and balmy outside. After eating lunch at a picnic table next to the trailer, Conrad and Macy decided to take a hike in the woods. They followed an old trail remembered from last summer's explorations. It was just over three miles long, looping around a small secluded pond in the forest. The trail, though well used in the past, had become partly overgrown. It looked as if very few travelers had passed this way recently. Conrad carried a light backpack with a blanket inside, plus a few snacks, first aid gear, and other odd bits of hiking paraphernalia. Aside from the brush and detritus on the path, it was a pleasant walk, hardly requiring any serious exertion. They selected a grassy clearing not far from the water, spread the blanket, and settled in for an afternoon of recreation. A light wind caressed the fir trees overhead, sounding like a distant waterfall. Birds flitted from branch to branch. Closer to the ground, insects buzzed and clicked incessantly. Frogs sent up a guttural croaking from the pond. The sticky sweet smell of ripe wild berries came and went with the salty Pacific breezes. During a lull in the forest background noises, Macy thought she heard the distant, soft tinkle of a woman's laughter. She sat up straight and listened carefully, straining her ears. Yes, there it was again. "We're not alone," she whispered to Conrad, with a frown settling over her features. Privacy was a matter of some concern, because they had planned on a little sun-drenched hanky-panky before the afternoon was over. Conrad and Macy got to their feet and sought out the happy interloper, creeping carefully over the duff on the forest floor to avoid making noise. Soon they heard a man's booming laughter as well. As they got closer to the source, it became clear that the strangers were altogether too giddy to be just picnicking. Conrad spotted them first. He halted and stood stock-still, peering intently between the curving branches of a vine maple, and pointed silently for Macy to see. She saw them too, without a stitch of clothing, cavorting on a quilt in a little clearing like the one Macy and Conrad had just left behind. There was an open picnic basket nearby. An empty wine bottle stood by its side. The strangers' ages looked to be about 40, the same as Macy and Conrad, both of them handsome and not too worse for the wear. They obviously knew how to enjoy themselves. The man was feeding sections of an orange to the woman, putting each one directly into her mouth when she was ready for it. In between bites, the woman went down and made a big show of slurping and drooling all over the man's rigidly erect member, causing him to groan and laugh maniacally. When the food was gone, he pushed the woman down on her back. With a flourish befitting an accomplished chef, he emptied the rosy contents of his wine glass straight into her pussy. She held her legs together tightly and he went down on her, lapping up the wine like a puppy drinking from a dish. Macy and Conrad looked at each other in wide-eyed amazement. They had viewed this kind of scene in videos before, but here, in the woods, it was so organic, so genuine. No one was acting; they were simply playing. Conrad and Macy stood as if rooted into the earth and watched the uninhibited couple continue their lighthearted game of love. When the man had lapped up all of the wine he prized the woman's thighs apart and lifted up her knees. She granted him full access to her tender sanctum and he plundered her with his tongue, lapping her intimate flesh with as much enthusiasm as the wine. She pulled and twisted on her nipples as her hips writhed under the man's enthusiastic oral assault. He slid his hands under her butt and tried to control the wild gyrations. She responded by clamping her thighs like a vise around the man's ears. After a few minutes of wild loving in which Conrad and Macy thought she might break the poor fellow's neck, a mighty orgasm tore through her. Still tweaking her nipples madly, she bucked and arched her back up above the blanket, then let out a sharp screech. Her panting was clearly audible to Conrad and Macy, more than a dozen yards away in the bushes. The woman's overstimulated tummy quivered with muscle spasms, sending ripples through the soft pink jelly of her breasts. Her intrepid lover went on lapping at her cunnie, and she bucked several more times, emitting another sharp cry each time, but with diminishing volume. Conrad and Macy became intensely aroused as the minutes passed, yet they felt a certain guilt for violating the unknown couple's privacy. Ironically, they were spying on this innocent pair of lovers in the same way that they had taken steps to prevent for themselves. Conrad and Macy alternately shot questioning looks at each other, but didn't move from their places! When the woman regained her composure, she pushed the man down on his back and began ministering to him in a similar fashion. She was on her knees facing directly away from Conrad and Macy's position. The strange woman's plush vulva was gloriously displayed, framed by the sensuous spreading curves of her generous female bottom flesh. Her moist pussy lips squished in and out, playing hide and seek between her thighs as she went up and down over her man. Conrad's face flushed bright red. He turned to Macy with a pained expression, but Macy's gaze was fixed on the action. Conrad resolved not to miss any more. The man in the clearing vocalized continuously, cheering his woman on, praising her efforts in words that were mostly lost to Conrad and Macy's ears. The woman's softly contoured mounds undulated rhythmically as she moved over her lover, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, unfailingly graceful. She was apparently using her hands to good effect as well, but Conrad and Macy couldn't see how. The man's voice started to strain and crack. His toes curled up and the muscles in his legs stood out in stark relief. He was clearly enthralled beyond reason, calling out "Julie.. oh, ohhh... Julie, Julie, Julie..." until his speech faded slowly back into the forest background. Julie's pussy lips contracted between her thighs and stayed there for a long moment. A shiny trickle of viscous fluid ran down to the blanket. By this time, Conrad had raised a huge woodie in his shorts and he was in danger of hyperventilating. Macy's mouth hung open, for how long she didn't know, but her lips were very dry. A tempestuous desire burned low in her belly and her breasts were aching to be freed from their confinement. As Julie laid down to rest together with her man in the clearing, Macy and Conrad crept carefully back to their own little nest. They collected their belongings and trekked a bit further around the pond, 'til they found another level spot big enough to spread out the blanket. Their pangs of guilt didn't last long. They were soon locked together in a passionate embrace, wrestling on the blanket, and then fumbling desperately at the fasteners on each other's clothing. Conrad badly misjudged his strength when he tried to unzip Macy's shorts. Her zipper jammed near the top. He couldn't force it down. It wouldn't go back up either! On his third attempt, the pull-tab broke away in Conrad's fingers. He flung it into the bushes angrily. Macy burst out, half laughing, half crying at this frustrating turn of events, trying to accept the bad luck. Macy's hiking shorts were a bit on the snug side. There was no chance of getting them off her without lowering the zipper. Conrad went livid with blind determination. He retrieved the shorts that Macy had so recently pulled over his feet, and fished out his pocketknife. He opened the larger blade. Holding the knife in his right hand, he lifted the hem on one leg of Macy's shorts with his left, and started cutting! Conrad held the fabric away from Macy's body and slashed the tough denim from the inside out, working his way up to Macy's waist in a few strokes. He hacked the other leg away just as quickly. Macy had a lot of trouble holding still for this. She clasped both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming, and sucked in her tummy, trying in vain to distance her soft flesh from Conrad's busy steel. He yanked the shredded garment from under Macy's bottom and heaved it after the broken zipper pull. Nothing now stood between him and his objective but the sheer lavender film of Macy's finest silk panties. Conrad, reflecting on the supremely satisfying act he had just completed, decided to indulge himself a little more. He grabbed the thin veil of material in his strong hands and ripped her panties away in a single vigorous motion. Macy reeled in shock at Conrad's raw impulse and the sharp blade cutting so close to her vitals. At the same time, she was intoxicated by his unquenchable need for her. In the boiling ferment of emotions only one thing was certain: Macy was very, very hot and slippery in the same place that Conrad sought with such overwhelming zeal. Her need for him was just as great, maybe greater, but her dignity was fast becoming a casualty. "You devil!" she hissed. Macy hooked her heels behind Conrad's sturdy buttocks and compelled him to enter, raising her hips, giving him barely enough time to center his dribbling didgeridoo over the entrance to her concert chamber. She clamped her heels down tightly, sending them both on a journey of exquisite sensations. Macy didn't let Conrad play his primitive instrument, even a little. She smothered him against her pussy pelt with legs grown muscular from climbing steep trails. Macy rolled her pelvic cradle around Conrad's savagely swollen cock, shooting fiery sparks through her clitty as she smashed up into his pubic crest again and again. The Happy Campers Macy controlled the coupling in her own frantic way, using Conrad's body to extract pleasure for herself. She didn't much care if he reached a climax or not, but Conrad was in a world of his own. He felt Macy's cervix massaging his sensitive knob as she coiled under him. Her vagina puffed up and her love muscles hardened forcefully around Conrad's cock. Macy went to full throttle, cycling up and down like the pistons in a locomotive, furiously stoking the conflagration in her belly. The friction burned into Conrad's thick rod. A singular pyrotechnic orgasm propagated through both of their bodies, blinding them with a brilliant flash, deafening them with its report. Conrad didn't think his furious pumping would ever stop. Macy's senses failed altogether as a cataclysmic firestorm raged through her body. They drifted to earth again slowly, like ashes falling from the sky. Macy thought about her shredded shorts lying in the brush and she began to feel very naked. She was naked, of course, but now she felt insecure about it. She listened to the sounds of the forest with increasing suspicion. Every rustling noise sounded like footsteps. "So, Mister Conrad the Ripper, what am I going to wear back to camp?" she scowled. "You look pretty good just the way you are," Conrad quipped. "I especially like your doo," he continued with a grin, making an oblique reference to Macy's disheveled hair. But he had to accept the burden of solution, after all... Conrad rummaged through his backpack. "Wanna candy bar?" he asked hopefully. "Um... yeah," said Macy; "but I don't see how that's going to make me decent." "Wait... okay, here we go," said Conrad; "you can fix anything with duct tape!" And he did. Conrad dutifully taped Macy's blue denim shorts back onto her body with broad swaths of shiny silver duct tape. He stood up and offered Macy a hand. When he had helped Macy to her feet, Conrad asked her to turn around and model for him so he could admire his handiwork. "I think I missed my calling. I should have been a gaffer," he chuckled. Macy and Conrad endured some strange looks from other campers on their way back through the campground, but the day passed without further incident. Next morning, fastidious Macy determined that she would have to make a trip to the laundry due to a shortage of clean clothing, shorts and panties in particular. She bagged up the dirties and collected her soap, dryer sheets, quarters, a magazine to stave off boredom, and proceeded down the path. When she got to the laundry, the unthinkable came to pass. There was Julie, huddled over a washing machine, lifting wet laundry into a plastic basket. Macy saw her as if through a dark tunnel, all peripheral vision suddenly missing. She lost her load on the floor. Julie heard the crash. She looked up and saw Macy scamper clumsily after a bottle of soap as it went rolling under the change machine. Julie stopped what she was doing and came to Macy's aid. "Are you feeling okay?" Julie asked, with a serious note of concern in her voice. Macy stared blankly into Julie's eyes, trying to form a sensible response. Julie's quizzical expression gave way to a warm smile. There was no hint of accusation in her countenance. "I'm Julie," she offered; "Julie Prosser, and I don't bite." Macy summoned up all the courage she could muster and replied faintly; "Hi, I'm Macy. I felt dizzy for a second... I'm probably just tired... I should be okay in a little..." "You look awfully pale. Maybe you should sit down," Julie said, with that serious tone in her voice again. Macy agreed that it wasn't such a bad idea. After a few awkward minutes, Julie helped Macy load a washing machine and start it churning, and then sat down next to her. "I do hope we can be friends," she said; "but I have a terrible confession to make." Macy's consternation only increased. It sounded so backwards, so contrary to the facts. "I'm the one who should be confessing," she thought, but she couldn't utter a syllable. Julie explained; "Colin and I carried our picnic basket out into the woods yesterday afternoon. We had a perfectly delightful picnic near a little pond at the end of the trail. When we started back to camp we heard somebody cry out. It was a strangled kind of sound, like someone might be in trouble, so we decided to have a look around." Macy's ears began to feel very hot as Julie went on; "We found the source of the ruckus pretty soon. It was quite a sight! This naked man was hacking your shorts off, Macy, with a little folding knife. He pulled them out from under you and sent them sailing. There you were, in nothing but those cute little panties, holding your hands over your face. Then he ripped off your panties and tossed them in the bushes, too!" "Colin was mortified, but I knew you weren't going to get hurt because that man was so careful to hold your shorts away from you when he cut them. Colin is such a wuss. If it had been a rape scene, he couldn't have done anything to stop it." Julie clearly liked to gab. She rambled on; "Was that your husband, Macy? I mean, I don't mind if it wasn't, but Colin would never, never in a thousand years, rip my clothes off like your man did. How on earth did you get him to do it?" Her last question seemed to betray real envy, but Julie's talkative, outgoing manner was so infectious that Macy just couldn't hold everything inside. "That was Conrad. He's my husband, all right; we've been married more than 20 years," Macy said shyly. Making a feeble attempt at levity, she added; "Yesterday I called him Conrad the Ripper." Macy's worst fear was soon realized, however, as Julie continued her earthy monologue; "I'm afraid to admit it, dear, but Colin and I had to watch everything. What would you do? You were magnificent, Macy, and so was your Conrad, just magnificent. I don't think I will ever see anything more beautiful than the pair of you making passionate love in the forest." Julie did seem sincerely touched by what she had witnessed, but Macy stared vacantly at the floor, her dignity in shambles all over again. Unbelievably, Julie added; "When we got back to the rig, Colin was completely obsessed. As soon as the door was shut, he flipped my skirt up and had me bent over the dining table, hanging on for dear life. I couldn't get a wink of sleep because he did me three more times in bed last night. Macy, I'm a worldly old lady; believe me, I dearly love to get laid, but he fucked my eyeballs out! He nailed me again from behind this morning when I brushed my teeth, and he filled me so full that I'm still leaking!" A triumphant smile spread across Julie's face as she enumerated Colin's carnal excesses. Macy was stunned. It is truly remarkable, she thought, how people reveal so much of their private lives to a total stranger. She wanted badly to balance the scales with Julie but she held back, hoping better judgment would prevail. "Macy," Julie asked, "Do you mind, dear... Would you tell me your secret? How you got Conrad to tear your clothes off?" "Well," replied Macy; "truthfully, I didn't ask for it, not yesterday, anyway... He wrecked my best silk panties, and I haven't got even for it yet... But if that's what you really want, I think I know a way." Macy didn't see how it could do any harm, so she described the modifications that she had inflicted on her old panties with the scissors. "Oh, that's brilliant!" Julie gushed; "and it's so simple!" Macy's heart warmed again, and soon they were chatting like old friends. When Julie's laundry was out of the dryer and folded on the table, she invited Macy to visit their campsite. "I couldn't!" Macy exclaimed. "Oh, don't worry, Colin won't be there," Julie added hastily; "he took the truck into town for an oil change. Please drop by, just for a minute. There's something I want you to have." Macy agreed, reluctantly, to find Colin and Julie's campsite as soon as her clothes were out of the dryer, and Julie left the laundry room with a childlike goodbye wave. When Macy arrived at the site, she was impressed. Colin and Julie had an enormous, nearly new fifth-wheel trailer crammed into the diminutive campsite. Pop-out extensions pushed into the foliage along both sides of the wheeled albatross. A satellite dish sprouted on the roof. "Very nice," she admitted to Julie. "We live in it," said Julie; we're full-timers. We sold our house and this is all we have-- it's our home now." Macy suddenly felt sorry for Julie, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. Julie hauled her into the rig and showed off the raggedly perforated panties that she had been practicing her new craft on. "Well, what do you think?" she asked Macy anxiously. Macy held them up to the light and pretended a critical inspection, then rendered her judgment. "Oh, I think this will do very well, Julie, very well indeed." Macy grinned as she recalled Conrad's reaction to her latest rainy-day escapade. "No problem!" she assured Julie. There was a nondescript paper sack lying on the dining table. Julie shoved it into Macy's hands, saying; "I bought this stuff for Colin and I to play with, but he couldn't be persuaded, you know... He wouldn't have anything to do with it. So anyway, it's yours, dear. I'm sure that you and Conrad will know what to do with it." Macy added the paper sack to her load of clean laundry and trudged back up the path to her own campsite. She put away the neatly folded clothing, and then emptied out the sack to see what sort of cast-off property she had fallen heir to. A tangle of heavy fabric and cordage fell on the table. It looked like a collection of dog collars, maybe, but the plush linings and soft woven nylon cords didn't make any sense... A glimmer of understanding flickered around the edges of Macy's mind... Then a light went on. "Conrad, come look at what we have here!" she said excitedly. Conrad was just as puzzled as Macy had been. "Its for lovers who like to be tied up," Macy explained; "I read about this stuff. Some people get a big kick from being restrained when they do it!" "Whoa, that's too kinky," Conrad intoned, but a grin stole around the corners of his mouth as he said it. Macy knew she had him in her talons then... Just a few more things to arrange... "Oh, come on, Conrad! I think it would be great fun!" Macy cajoled; "Is Conrad worried about what Macy will do to him while he's tied up? Do you want me to go first?" Conrad was probably more worried about what he would do to Macy while she was tied up, but it didn't take long for Macy to persuade him. After all, her batting average was close to 100% so far, and Conrad was not inclined to miss out. "Would you open up the sofa bed please, Conrad?" Macy said; "Let's have a look. I wonder if there's anything to tie the ends of these cords to." Macy was right to be concerned-- there were no convenient attachments for bondage apparatus in their vacation trailer. "Hmmmm," Conrad mused; "I've got enough tools in the truck, most likely, but I'll need some good stout eye bolts. Do you think they would have 'em at the general store?" Conrad asked rhetorically. And off he went, but not before Macy had given him a list of grocery items to pick up, "while you're there." When Conrad returned from his shopping trip, he handed off the sack of groceries to Macy and changed into his grubbies. The tool kit proved more than adequate. Conrad soon had four gleaming eyebolts mounted in the floor near the walls, one at each corner of the sofa bed. As he cleaned up the debris, picking strands of carpet out of the drill bit, he asked Macy; "What are we gonna say if somebody asks us what those bolts are for?" "Ummmm, couldn't we just say that they're tie-downs, and leave it at that?" Macy suggested. Before Conrad could answer, she steered to another topic. "Are you sure these bolts will stay in the floor? You're such a strong, beefy guy. What if they come loose when you're getting a big thrill? I don't want to get hit by flying bolts!" "Tell ya what," Conrad said confidently; "let's test 'em. I'll lay on the bed and you figure out how to work those cuffs." Macy couldn't believe her luck. She quickly agreed to operate the restraints while Conrad became her willing guinea pig. It was a bit awkward, to say the least, getting the first pair of cords attached to the floor bolts behind the sofa bed, but Macy hurriedly made them secure and then fastened all four of the cuffs on Conrad's wrists and ankles. She knotted the two remaining cords to the bolts in front of the bed last, pulling Conrad's legs and arms close to the corners of the bed, leaving him precious little range of movement. "Okay, I'm ready. Flex those muscles!" Macy huffed, almost breathless from the exertion and repressed excitement building inside her. Conrad tugged on the restraints mightily, pushing his body down into the sofa bed with each strenuous attempt. The bolts didn't budge. "I don't think those bolts are going anywhere without some help from a tow truck," Conrad concluded with satisfaction. Macy crossed her arms and contemplated Conrad, in his grubby jeans and T-shirt, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, struggling on the bed. She couldn't resist an appetizing teaser before ordering the main course. "You look so helpless there, Conrad, so thoroughly subjugated. I suppose I could do just about anything I want with you. Wonder what I should try first?" "Hey, I'm not ready yet!" Conrad complained; "I've still got my clothes on! Besides, you said you would go first!" "Well, you're right about the clothes, especially those filthy old sneakers," Macy said. She went to Conrad's feet and untied his shoelaces, then pulled off both shoes. "There. Now you won't dirty the bed while I'm concocting your entertainment!" she observed impishly. Macy loosened her belt and lowered her shorts to the floor. She stepped out of them, leaving her sandals behind as well, and then raised her shirt up over her head and flipped it off. She removed her bra too, letting her titties jounce merrily as she climbed onto the bed beside Conrad. Macy left her panties on, though, and she wanted to make sure Conrad knew it. She lifted a leg over Conrad's chest, stood on her knees, and crept up over his outstretched arms. Macy lowered her fragrant crotch over Conrad's lips, giving him a kiss that wasn't a kiss, a tantalizing whiff of victuals that he could not touch or taste. She raised her arms up and locked her fingers together behind her head, displaying her breasts in the most fetching way for Conrad's wide eyes to ponder, but not for his hands to caress. Conrad started to struggle in earnest. He pulled on the unyielding cords with all of his strength, but it was no use. He was Macy's enfeebled captive now, for better or worse. Macy made the most of her queenly power. She got up and slipped her panties off, then resumed a regal posture just above Conrad's face. She licked her fingers, then spread her soft pussy lips wide open and pleasured the tender flesh inside with her long, slender fingers, sliding them down between her moist inner lips, pushing them inside a little, then drawing them back up and around her swollen clitty bud, flicking it rapidly back and forth with her fingertips on every third or forth stroke. Macy closed her eyes and let the pure sensations suffuse her rarefied consciousness, like electric current flowing through ionized gas in a neon sign. Conrad couldn't take part in Macy's illumination, but he basked in her radiant sexuality. Conrad could see, and smell, and feel, Macy's arousal building. Her tension increased by degrees as she expertly whipped herself into a heady froth. Conrad saw her juices flow more and more freely, coating Macy's fingers and reddening cunnie with aromatic fluid. Her scent changed, assuming a heated, volatile quality. Intermittent spasms in Macy's thigh muscles, rhythmic rotations of her pelvis, and the intense, frenzied motion of her fingertips directly over her clitty all told Conrad that she was cruising for an explosive orgasm. Conrad strained against the bonds. He found a strange new sort of comfort in them, in the resistance that foiled his desires. He wanted so badly to hold Macy, to be united in her channel of love, to help her up to the mountaintop and scan the vistas above the clouds together. Conrad felt Macy go very rigid. Her breasts were heavy and swollen, nipples stiffly erect. She doubled over as her belly muscles all responded at once. Her eyelids closed and fluttered. The shade of her skin turned bright red, seared with hot blood coursing through engorged capillaries. Conrad saw Macy's overwrought cunnie contract spasmodically, sucking into her body with no part of him there to fill the void. He felt his unemployed cock nearly burst with need as Macy went spinning, senseless, into space above him. Macy's trajectory was a long one. When she did return to reality, she was flushed and breathless for several minutes longer. "Oh, my, my, my," she sighed; "my, how I do love myself!" She moved beside Conrad's spread-eagled body to examine her prey, to see if he was ready for consumption. A damp spot was wicking outward above the huge lump in the crotch of his jeans. The slightest touch of her hands sent Conrad into a fit of writhing and moaning. The muscles in his arms bulged out as he stretched the cords to their limits. Macy was sincerely impressed that the simple restraints could hold such a man. She suddenly felt pity for Conrad, and almost gave in at that moment. She thought about how to untie the knots. They had been tied in such haste that it wasn't going to be easy. But then Macy righted her lurching vessel. "This won't take much longer," she thought; "and I really do owe it to him." Aloud, she said; "uh, Conrad, it looks like something has come up here. Do we need to give this guy some attention, do you think?" "Oh, God, something, anything, just do something, please!" Conrad moaned miserably." "Okay," Macy said; "but how are we going to get this poor little guy out here where I can see him?" "Well, I certainly can't do it!" Conrad howled in frustration. "Let me think," Macy said in a stage whisper. "Hmmmm, oh yes! I know exactly how to do this." Macy got up and ran to the other end of the trailer. She pawed through a drawer. Out came the sewing kit. She ran back to Conrad's side, just as he started whining for release. "Conrad," Macy said reassuringly; "be cool, man, this isn't going to hurt. Now just hold still. Just a little longer, okay?" Macy's tone was that of an emergency room nurse trying to calm a trauma victim. Macy took the scissors out of her sewing kit. Conrad recoiled instantly, but the restraints held him firmly in check. She attacked his jeans at the right leg first, cutting swiftly up the leg to Conrad's sensitive bulge, then slowing down as she cut outward, around the pocket and up to the waist. The left leg went next. Macy dropped the remaining flap of denim down between Conrad's widespread legs, exposing his tainted briefs and the ballistic missile inside, now threatening to pierce the trailer's low ceiling. She lifted up the fabric to apply the scissors again. Conrad quit breathing. He would have turned blue if Macy hadn't finished the job in good time, but Macy had been trained as a nurse. She knew her way around a hospital emergency room! The T-shirt went last. Snip, snip, snip. Up the middle, over the bellybutton to the neck, then out across his shoulders to the arms. Conrad stopped breathing again as she cut away the fabric around his neck. Macy finally had her victim fully de-feathered and ready to eat. She went down for a taste. "Ummmm, so big, so hot and hard, so slippery," she said approvingly; "this thing is ready to blow!" Conrad groaned and strained against all of the bonds at once. His leg muscles stood out like stalks of celery in a bunch. The Happy Campers Macy slowed her pace, prolonging Conrad's exquisite torture. He was so sensitive that every touch of her tongue or lips, however slight or infrequent, brought forth another moan and fit of tugging on the cords. Macy skillfully kept him in this highly charged state for many long minutes, so close to rapture that Conrad's rigid penis oozed volumes of clear viscous fluid. It trickled down the sides of his shaft where Macy licked it up and curled her tongue around him, kissing and caressing, so slowly that he could not find release. The delicate complex of sexual tension that she had created in Conrad became so endearing that Macy felt a sympathetic response to his plight. A quickening of desire overtook her female organs. She felt a need to be filled, so she climbed up and mounted Conrad, settling her bottom ever so slowly, carefully, down over his throbbing stud. The liquid heat in Macy's thoroughly manipulated pussy was almost enough to set Conrad off, almost. She waited a while, still as a stalking feline, waiting for Conrad's tension to abate, and then started grinding herself into him. Macy let her full weight down on Conrad and screwed her bottom in sensuous circles, driving his bloated weapon in a cosmic spiral. When she felt Conrad tense up, she stopped again, waited, and then screwed some more. In the end, Conrad's whole being was vacuumed into a black hole, and Macy fell into the swirling vortex with him. He erupted with blinding intensity, ejecting volley after volley of hot semen into Macy's grasping receptacle, all of his muscles strained to the limit, pulling his unyielding fetters into deep creases in the edges of the bed. Conrad's volcanic release melted Macy's womanly entrails and she flowed into a whirlpool of red light, falling, falling... Macy's second orgasm left her floating in weightlessness for many long minutes. When gravity called her down at last, she went immediately to Conrad's wrists and ankles and worried away at the wretchedly cheap cuffs until she got them to come apart. Conrad had succumbed to the sweet opulence of total exhaustion. He didn't move for a long time after Macy loosened the restraints. She massaged his arms and legs tenderly in an effort to breath life back into Conrad's languid, spent flesh. At length, Conrad sighed and curled his body around Macy as she sat on the bed next to him. "I love you dearly," said Conrad; "but you can be a very demanding lover sometimes. I think I'm going to be sore." "Oh, you just wait," Macy replied; "think of it as a preemptive strike. When you get me strapped into this gear, I bet you'll be more than a little demanding, too!" "I'm going to miss those jeans," Conrad said wistfully; "that was the most comfortable pair of jeans I've had in years." "Hey, no problem!" quipped Macy; "I know the perfect cure. You can fix anything with duct tape, remember?"