0 comments/ 73934 views/ 2 favorites Camping With Friends By: stosh79_00 It was a chilly afternoon when the troops and I made our way up to the Adirondack Mountains. We were going to spend the weekend at a state park and climb some of the high peaks in the area. The party consisted of myself, my girlfriend, my best bud John, and his girl Jenny. Jenny was a hottie being the youngest at 19 well Lisa (my girl) being 20 and Chris and I 21 years old. Well anyway it was 530 when we got to the site, I built the fire cause I rock at fire building...also I am the only on who has ever really camped in the wilderness. The two girls went exploring and John went down to the lake to see if he could catch dinner. I had dinner ready when the girls returned and all tents were set up there was one cook tent and two, 2 people tents. The girls were impressed with the way dinner tasted and how I set up camp and man I was impressed with the way the girls looked in there redneck camping outfits. Lisa was wearing a nice wool sweater and a pair of camos I gave her that my sister wore when she went hunting. Jenny was wearing a pair of wool pants and a wool sweater that could just about show every curve she had...I got an instant erection when I saw her. Well we shot the shit for a little while drinking beers and buttered rum (a camping favorite). Then we all retired, for tomorrow was going to be a tough day. When we got to our tents we had nothing glowing but a candle and Lisa mentioned how romantic the scenery was and I knew that it meant “hey, I wanna fuck". I purposely bought one of those bags that you could zip into one bag. I was on bottom as she sat down on me with nothing but a bra and panty combo on and her tied in a pretty bow and when she let down her hair and had that sinister looking grin on her face....Man she was sexy....36 b breasts, 22 inch waist, 5'10" tall ohh man...she was on the pill so I didn't need any rubbers or anything so she started kissing my neck and sucking on my ear as I scratched the shit out of her back. She then started working her way down my chest sucking on my nipples and then kissing and tonguing my belly button. When she finally made it down to my boxers which to my surprise she stopped and reached under her pillow and pulled out the one hand opened knife I had bought her and then she cut my shorts off...I was scared to say the least then she resumed sucking and kissing my cock. She sucked me into orgasm and said "was that good for you??? " Shit yeah...was my response and she said "why don’t you blow out the candle and let me know when you are ready to go again!" so about ten minuets later I was ready...during that time she was slowly rocking up and down on my cock and playing with her tits. Man I was hard as rock again. She then slipped my meat inside her with no problem at all...she was in charge at first slowly going up and down while I played with her tits and hair...then I decided to take over cause shit it was late and we had a big day ahead of us and I decided to do her in the ass she loved it when I did that....and I knew that the tightness would have me spent in the matter of seconds. So I was pounding away when I heard "Hey--you two better get some sleep cause we ain't waiting for you tomorrow!!!" It was Jenny she heard us fucking and man was I embarrassed because just as she said something I shot my load up Lisa's ass. Which after that we went to bed.... The next morning..... We got up and the Girls rushed off to shower while John and I prepared breakfast. Today we were going to climb mount Algonquin. Any way the girls had been go for at least a half an hour so I went looking for them...when I got to the showers I heard some giggling that sounded like Jenny, so I quietly crept up to the showers hoping to get a peak inside and man was I shocked at what I saw there totally naked were Jenny and Lisa playing with each other in the shower. Man it made me so hot to see two beautiful women touching each other...that I whipped out my cock and started jerking it right there. They were so into each other that I wondered how long have they been doing this stuff for. They were like pros at it...I shot my load into the grass outside the bathroom stall and then as I was leaving I heard "Hey, did you like the show?" shit Lisa saw me watching them I answered with a yes and that is when we came up with the plan to stay home at camp and have an all day fuck fest... The first thing was to convince john so the girls took care of that when we got back to camp and were starting to eat breakfast Jenny started to slowly strip off clothes in front of John and I you could literally see John's member starting to rise in his pants...I told him that he might as well pull it out and start beating it because I was going to. He did he yanked out his cock which he had a few inches on me but Jews were never meant to big in pants, but they are big in the wallets...so he slowly started jerking it when Lisa went over to him and took over grinding him and man she was a pro she knew just how to jerk it he was moaning and making faces so I said fuck that he isn’t going to have all the fun so I grabbed Jenny and started tonguing her mouth with mine and grabbing at her breasts...I then bent her over at the waist and entered her doggie style this made Johnny go nuts to see he literally forced my girls head down his enormous cock, but he didn’t know that Lisa loved cock...she sucked that thing dry. She sucked him till he was ready to blow and then jerked him off and let him blow it on her tits... I was still pounding away at his girl Jenny's vagina when I pulled out and blew my junk all over her back. That is when we decided to watch the girls go at it...but for that we went in my tent for a little more privacy and comfort...Jenny immediately went for Lisa's ass she knew how much Lisa like having her ass fucked and sucked...Lisa pulled out the dildo the had in her bag and started fucking herself with it while john and I watched in amazement. These girls were making us both hotter than hell...That's when I got up and told john to take Lisa into his tent and fuck her good and hard...and I would take Jenny (who I really wanted to fuck) and fuck her and then we would switch...so john grabbed Lisa by the arm and took her to his tent... Jenny started kissing and making out rubbing each others privates, when she climaxed all over my sleeping bag...so we crawled into Lisa’s bag and she was on top and I was on bottom looking up at that beautiful set of tits and that great smile as she rode me like a bull up down, up down faster and faster till finally I was going to erupt and I began to pull out and she said "No that she wanted to feel me come in her and that she was on the pill..." hell why not so I shot my load into her and I came so hard I shivered... At the end of it all Jenny and I ended up getting together and Lisa with John...ain't that the shit?? Camping with Friends You are in Brisbane with me and we decide to go camping with Pete and Kel for the weekend. As usual, it’s warm and sunny and you wear a loose, thin yellow top with spaghetti straps and your white mini skirt and you look lovely and fresh and I love the little glimpse of breast I get when a strap falls occasionally. We get to the river and Pete and I set up the tents under a tree. We go for a walk along the river which is quiet shallow here but the bank crumbles as you step on it and you fall in to water about up to your knees. You aren’t hurt and stand up laughing as water streams off you. Your top is heavy from the water and , as your strap falls off, the weight of the water pulls it off your breast and we all enjoy the view as you go on laughing. Your white skirt is now see-thru and a glance at Pete and Kel tells me that they have noticed also. I help you out of the water with all of your clothes see-thru and you want to go back and change but we tell you that you will soon dry in the sun. As we walk you do dry out but every time you lean over your breast is bared for us as your top falls well off of you. Your skirt starts to dry and, imperceptibly starts to shrink. It wasn’t covering your cunt by much to start with and , as your skirt shrinks upward on your hips, you are very aware that Pete and Kel are behind you each time you lift your leg to climb up the rocks. At one stage, you fall forward as you slip and your legs spread wide as you try to get your footing and, as I help you up, I can see your face is red with embarrassment. You glance at Pete and see that he cant take his eyes off your legs. Further on, we sit on a log while they go on a little further and you take the opportunity to tell me how embarrassed you are as you know they have been staring at your naked cunt. As you tell me, I can see how hard and erect your nipples are and I know that you are as excited as you are embarrassed. As I cuddle you, your strap falls off again but I stop you replacing it as I cup your firm breast. As we sit in the warm sun, your legs are spread around a rock and I am caressing you as we kiss passionately. I slip your other strap off you leaving you topless as I play with both breasts. You kiss me back hard and you take one of my hands and press it against your naked cunt. I move my hand around to your arse and pull your skirt up putting you all on show. You break off our kiss and say ‘Wat if they cum back, baby?’ when you notice they are sitting opposite us staring at your body as Pete fingers Kel and he feels her breast. Seeing this you smile at them and spread your legs wider as I slip my fingers into your wet, hungry cunt. We are both panting as you take my cock out, running your hand up and down it. I get up and pull you to your feet and take your top off before I drop your skirt to your feet. You are smiling as you undress me and we lay on the soft grass beside Kel and Pete as they are stripping too. I watch you as Pete’s cock is unveiled and you go MMMMMMM as you smile teasingly and turn to kiss me. I roll on top of you and insert my hard cock into you as Kel sits on Petes prick. I start fucking you slowly as you watch Kel riding Pete and they are watching my cock ramming in and out of your pretty pussy. You move your legs higher up my back allowing them to see you better as we fuck harder and faster and they fall in with our rhythm as we grind our way to a massive orgasm all round. After we get our breath back, we dress , ready to head back but you are so exhilirated by them watching you fuck that you decide to walk back naked and you insist that Pete and I walk behind you. When we get in sight of our tent, we see a car parked a little further away from our tents and I ask you if you will dress now. You look long and hard for the owners but finally you declare you will go all the way naked. Your nipples are as hard as rocks and a thin line of cum is running down your thighs and it is obvious you are strongly aroused as we continue. You nearly make it and the sudden appearance of three guys from behind the car makes you gasp in surprise. I expect you to run for our tent as they approach but you wait, naked and aroused, as they approach. You nearly cum on the spot watching their eyes feast on your body and I decide to test your control to the limit and I put my arm around you and start fondling your breast in front of them as we chat. Your breathing gets ragged and you are hopping from foot to foot before I take pity on you and we go to our tent. I am hardly inside before you throw me on my back and rape me…lol. Camping with Friends I've never been one for camping in the great outdoors. My idea of a weekend away was a luxurious hotel with an in-room hot tub, and a piano bar downstairs. My wife however, loved nature, and rarely got the chance to enjoy it as she always left the planning of trips to me. I thought it would be nice if she made our getaway plans for the upcoming weekend, knowing that it would be something involving the outdoors. After all, it was late August and there weren't many warm weekends left. I could tell by the look on her face that she was excited about making the plans. So for the next few days I watched her making lists, making phone calls, and checking things ff as she completed them. Little did I know what the weekend would entail, and how it would change my life forever. Friday came, and I called home before I left the office. I wanted to know what the plans were, and to tell my wife that I was leaving a bit early so we could get to wherever it was we were going. To my surprise, she told me that everything was loaded in the SUV and all I had to do was come home, have a shower and we could get going. This was great! I hated the process of packing the car and making sure we have everything we needed. I actually remember driving home with a smile on my face, and looking forward to the weekend which was already off to a great start. I arrived home, had a quick shower, and we were off. I knew without asking that this was a camping trip before even getting into the vehicle. My wife had offered to drive, which was unusual, nonetheless I took her up on her offer. I was a bit tired from driving home anyway. After about ten minutes into the trip, I glanced in the back at the equipment she packed. A fairly large tent we hadn't used since last summer, some clothes, food, and of course the ever so necessary alcohol. I reflected for a moment on our sole camping trip we took last summer, and recalled really enjoying the campfire and having a few drinks. It was very relaxing. Just what I needed after a busy week. Suddenly, my wife veered off the main road and on to a dirt road. I didn't notice that it had been almost an hour and a half since we left the house. We pulled in to the campground, and paid for our site which was on the edge of a lake. The sites were far apart from one another, which was nice because there would be nobody around to bother us. There were washrooms and showers near the main entrance, and a small store that sold necessities and fire wood. We got situated, erected the tent, and got the fire ready as it was almost 7:30 and it would soon be dark. The whole time we were getting set up, we were chatting and drinking. We didn't eat before leaving, and we did not want to stop and make something because it was getting dark. So we kept drinking in order to fill our stomachs, and by the time we were ready to sit and enjoy the fire, we were pretty drunk. Once the fire was lit, I had to piss bad from all the vodka. Not being one that loved nature as much as the average guy, I decided to make the short walk to the washrooms, rather than get poison ivy peeing in the woods. My wife laughed and told me she would go later. I got to the washrooms and was taking a piss in the urinals when a guy came up beside me and whipped out what I though was a fairly large cock and started to take a leak. He was standing there with his eyes closed and did not see me take a glance at his rod. I don't care what other guys say, if there is a chance to measure yourself against another guys dick, you always take a peek. It's natural to wonder how your cock measures up to others. And in this case, his was bigger than mine, a feeling I did not enjoy. And then I noticed more of his face when I was finished. It was my friend Steve! I hadn't seen him for about a year as him and his wife moved to another town. "STEVE?" I asked. Then he turned toward me and I knew it was him. "Hey John, what are you doing here?" he asked. "Camping's not your thing?" "No, not usually" I replied. "But Sarah really likes camping so I thought it would be nice to do it at least once this summer." "That's great!" he yelled. "Jessica and I are here for the night and then we are stopping by her folk's house on the way home tomorrow." He told me that they decided to get one last weekend of camping in before the cold weather came. They camped quite often, and it made sense to work in a visit to their parents while they were here. "Do you mind if we stop by and have a drink at your campsite before turning in?" he asked. "Not at all" I replied. "Sarah would love to see Jess again and catch up." "Ok, we'll be over in a bit" he said as he left the washroom and went to get his wife. I made it back to our site and told Sarah what happened. She was excited about seeing her friend, just as I suspected she would be. Soon after, Steve and Jessica showed up and we were all talking about things in our life, and my wife and I continued drinking, and still had not eaten. I think Steve and Jess knew we were drunk, and they weren't far behind us. And then it happened. It started to rain. It was light at first, and Steve and his wife were deciding whether to run back to their tent or hang with us and wait for the rain to stop. Then is started to pour, and my wife made the decision for all of us. We all climbed into our tent. It was certainly big enough, as it was a six man tent, and there was only four of us. The rain continued for a very long time as we played cards by the dim light of the lantern. I think the idea of staying there all night crossed all our minds. My wife made fun of the fact that Jessica would never go out in the rain and get soaked to the bone, and Steve and I laughed and agreed. Pretty soon, we were all lying down in the tent. Jessica had passed out beside me in the corner, and Steve was sleeping over in the other corner. That left my wife and I in the middle, facing each other. With the others safely asleep, we decided a little kissing and touching wouldn't hurt. I was running my fingers through her hair and she was kissing me and sucking on my tongue. She was always a bit of a handful when she had been drinking, as she lost all sense of right and wrong. I didn't realize just how drunk we both were, until I began to fade a bit. I was still aware of what was going on, but I just didn't have the strength to fuck. I knew she wanted to, because she kept moving her hips back and forth toward my knee, grinding on it in hopes of getting herself off. I obviously was out of it enough that I did not notice Steve was awake and facing my wife's back. He had been buried in the corner facing the tent wall, but the movement and sounds must have woken him. He was almost as drunk as we were, but was alert enough to take advantage of the situation. He carefully unzipped the other side of the sleeping bag my wife was in. The side facing me was already open as I was partially in it. This exposed her back and legs to his view. My wife was wearing a t-shirt and cotton pants that were half down her ass from our groping session. He slowly moved towards her and his chest was now against her back, and the bulge in his jeans was almost touching her uncovered ass. Sarah was still "in the mood" and the warmth of his body started her up again. I think to this day she was unclear who was behind her, as she had never been unfaithful before. She kept her eyes closed most of the time, and I still wonder if she had have opened them whether she would have realized I was in front of her, not behind her. Would she have cared? Her hips began to push her ass back towards Steve. She was rubbing against his crotch, which he was unzipping slowly. I could hear his belt and the button of his pants come undone, revealing his large member which had to have been as hard as a rock. My dick was at full attention just watching the events unfold. As he slid my wife's pants further down her ass, you could tell she felt the girth of his cock against her ass cheeks. Finally her pants were down to her ankles, after he forced them the rest of the way with his knee. I could see his hand under her neck as his fingers came up from under her hair and into her mouth. She began sucking on them and pretty soon her lips and chin were covered in her saliva. I knew she was wet down below because one of her hands made it down to her pussy and she was rubbing her clit. She was having a bit of trouble as she was lying on her side and her legs were still together, making it tough to reach it properly. By this time, Steve was rock hard. His fully erect penis was working its way to her pussy. The tip of it was wet and he used his hand to rub her juices down the full length of his shaft. I knew my wife would be surprised as he entered her, due to the fact his cock would feel different than mine. The look on her face confirmed my theory. As he pushed up into her, she moaned softly and let out a deep sigh. His fat cock must have stretched her lips wider than she was used to, but she enjoyed every second of the feeling, and so did Steve. She began to push her ass toward him, taking more of his shaft inside her. Once the tip of his cock reached the end of her canal, she shuttered, as it poked her g-spot. I could reach that spot with my fingers, but my dick fell short of the target most of the time. I could hit it in certain positions, but Steve had no trouble hitting it each and every stroke. It was too much for her. She opened her eyes and at that moment realized it wasn't me fucking her. I think her subconscious knew all along, but the pleasure prevented her from stopping. She looked at me and studied my face to see if I was okay with what was happening. To her surprise, I must have looked aroused, because she continued to let Steve pump her. Steve looked over her shoulder at me and knew I liked what I was seeing. And then a look of fear washed over my wife's face. She was about to cum and was worried about my feelings. She didn't want me to see another man make her cum, as if I was the only one that could make her have an orgasm. She often told me she had never had an orgasm until she met me, however I knew she was saying it for my sake. But two or three more thrusts from Steve and that was it. She moaned and put her hand on Steve's ass, pulling it towards her own. I'm sure the tip of his cock was poking at her stomach, based on the peek I took in the men's room earlier. I thought it was all over, but Steve had other plans. He wasn't done yet. As my wife continued jolting and bucking, Steve pulled his member out of her soaking wet pussy and pushed the end of his shaft against the opening of her ass. She looked at me again with fear, although this time it was real. She had never had anal sex before, even though I wanted to many times. She did not know what to expect. But that didn't matter to Steve. All he saw was the shape of my wife's tone ass cheeks spreading open to let him slid in. And they eventually did. My wife gasped for air at first, as if she just came up from a dive in the lake. It was a new sensation for her, but she quickly adjusted to the feeling of a cock in her butt. Steve was moving it in and out slowly, never letting it get all the way out at first. I think it would have been even more enjoyable for her first time with a smaller cock like mine. Oh well, too late now. Steve was paving the way for me for years to come. She could tell the fact that she was enjoying herself so much was starting to bother me. She motioned toward Jessica who was still laying passed out on the other side of me. Jessica was laying on her stomach, dressed similar to my wife with a t-shirt and jogging pants. Jessica had longer hair than my wife, which I always had a thing for. There were many times I imagined fucking a long haired beauty from behind as her hair sprawled down to her ass. And this apparently was my chance! I wasted no time kneeling behind Jessica and tugging the band of her pants down over her ass. I pulled them all the way down to her shoes which were still on. It was exciting for many reasons. My wife was watching while being fucked in the ass by another man, I was wondering if Jessica would become conscious as the alcohol wore off, and I was about to fuck a long haired beauty in the ass. I probably could have cum right then and there, but knew I had to control myself for the bigger reward. I started licking her bare ass and swirling my tongue around, sliding it in and out of the crevice of her cheeks. My fingers were in her pussy, which was surprisingly wet. I used her juices and rubbed the opening of her ass. Then I pulled her t-shirt up to her shoulders and let her hair fall down her bare back. I was now hovering over her with my cock dangling over her ass. I put my hand down between her legs and wet my fingers. Then I got my dick nice and slippery before starting. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her ass. I could see the tip of my cock get fat as I applied pressure on her hole. There wasn't a lot of resistance as she was still passed out. Suddenly my dick slid into her warm, tight ass. I pushed in slowly until my pubic hair was touching her skin, then I pulled back. I did this a number of times and then I started pulling my cock all the way out before entering again and again. The sensation was overwhelming. I pulled out for the last time, and squirted my load up her back and all over her ass. A pool of cum rolled to the small of her back as she lay there motionless. In a way I was happy she was unaware. If she was used to having Steve's cock in her ass, mine may not have been as exciting for her, although my cock was still an impressive size by most standards. To my surprise, my wife and Steve were still going at it. He was no longer in her ass however. He was laying on his back on a bunch of pillows, sitting kind of upright, while my wife was jamming his massive shaft into her mouth. She was traveling up and down his manhood like a piston. I couldn't believe how much she was getting into her throat. It looked as if his cock was traveling down her neck to her shoulder blades. Usually she gagged when she tried to take my cock that far, but the excitement and alcohol must have made the difference that night. I thought she was trying to get him to cum, but to my surprise she was trying to get him hard again. I was waiting for his load to come spraying out her mouth or nose when she stopped and climbed over him, grabbing his dick and forcing it into her ass yet again. I guess she liked anal sex after all. She bounced for a while longer while I wiped my cum from Jessica's still body. They changed positions yet again during this time and now my wife was on all fours taking his cock in the ass. I seized my last opportunity as the earlier sight of Sarah sucking Steve's cock made me hard again. I got in from of my wife and held my cock to her mouth. She eagerly took me in and the lips of her mouth were actually touching the base of my cock, and her tongue was coming out and licking my hanging balls once my dick was all the way in. I knew I would cum fast unless I stopped her. I pulled out and got down on my back, leaning against the pillows where Steve once sat. Sarah knew what I had in mind, and so did Steve. He stopped long enough for my wife to get on top of me and slide my cock into her pussy. It was hotter than ever. She started grinding me, sliding back and forth the full length of my rod. Steve re-entered her ass and now she was fucking both of us. Steve soon got the inevitable urge to blow his load. He kept slamming her ass as he came. I could see his cum running down her inner thigh as it was pushed from her ass with every thrust of his cock. Sarah was riding me up and down now and I could see my cock popping in and out of her cunt. I got maybe nine or ten more pumps before she tightened up and squirted all over me, something she did when she was really horny. My stomach was covering in a white milky cream that sprayed from her pussy for about five or six seconds. I noticed the look on Steve's face. He had never seen a girl squirt cum before. I think he liked it. It was time for me to finish. My wife jumped off me and moved her face down to my member. She started sucking like never before. My dick was covered in her own cum as she wrapped her lips around my head and sucked in. I came within minutes, at the very point where she had me in her mouth as deep as she could. This surprised her and she swallowed the first shot with my cock still half way into her neck. The second and third shot filled her mouth and she let it drip out onto my cock. My cum and her spit ran down the length of my shaft and she used her hand to jerk the rest out of me. Our fun was over (for the night anyway). Steve dressed his wife and carried her back to their site as the rain had stopped during some point. My wife and I talked the next morning and agreed to try new things with each other in the future. To this day, Jessica is unaware of what happened that night, while I can't get it out of my head. Camping with Friends When my friend Cathy asked me if I'd like to go camping with her and her father I jumped at the idea. I like camping and have been out with Cathy and her father before and always had a great time. Now that we've both left school and joined the work force it's proved much harder to find time when we're all on holidays together, but by a lucky break we were all scheduled to have holidays in January this year. Mr Dee suggested a week camping to Cathy and she rang me and invited me along. So it's away we go. It turned out that Mr Dee had been planning the camping trip for a while and had already booked a camping site for us up in the mountains. While the place was pretty basic it did have a decent sanitary block, and I've always found that a plus. Camping is fine, but dropping your panties and piddling behind a bush is always a minus. We got to our camping site and pitched our tents. It was quite funny really. All our previous trips Mr Dee had the big tent and Cathy and I snuggled together in the smaller one. This time Cathy pointed out to her father how much we'd grown and said that we'd be sharing the larger tent this time. Mr Dee grumbled but agreed. We had a relaxing first day and Cathy and I sat up late talking about anything and everything. You know how it is when you're doing a bit of catching up. Eventually we both drifted off to sleep and that was it until the next morning. There's one thing that I always forget about these camping trips and it always comes as a horrible shock when I remember. Well, it's not really remembering but having the matter pointed out to me rather forcefully. Cathy is an early bird. She wakes up and gets up at the crack of dawn. Me, I spot the crack of dawn, point out that I didn't do it and snuggle back into my sleeping back. I'm quite prepared to stay there until dawn is not only cracked but broken, swept up and put tidily in the bin. Cathy's way of handling this has been to head off to the sanitary block for an early morning shower and to leave word with her father that she expects me to be awake by the time she gets back. He's another early bird and he always thinks it's funny to tip me out of my sleeping bag to chase after Cathy. Now look, I'm an adult now. I didn't seriously expect Mr Dee to come in and tip me out of my sleeping bag at my age. And I have to admit he didn't. Do you want to know what the miserable pervert did? He came into the tent telling me to rise and shine. I lay still, praying he'd go away. Then he unzipped my bag about half way and for one horrible moment I thought I was just going to be turfed out of it, but no. He slipped his hand into the sleeping bag and it landed on my tummy. Then he felt his way up under my pyjamas until his hand was brushing across my breasts. I squeaked, my eyes popped open and my hand was very quickly tugging his hand away from there. Did he resist? Of course not. He let me drag his hand away but he sure managed to cop a feel while he was doing it. But instead of taking his hand out of my bag it just went travelling down my body in the other direction. His hand slipped into my pyjama bottom and settled on my lower tummy, moving back and forth across it while his fingertips threatened to slip under my panties. He didn't go quite that far but it was certainly far enough to wake a girl up, I'll tell you that. I hurriedly grabbed his hand again and this time I kept hold of his arm until I shoved it clear of the sleeping bag. And there was no way I could pretend that I was still asleep, now was there. I told Mr Dee what I thought of his perverted sense of humour, but I also finished unzipping the bag. I knew when I was beat. I headed off to catch up with Cathy, whining all the way. Cathy thought the whole thing was hilarious. I was acutely conscious of Mr Dee for the next hour or so, remembering his hands rubbing across my breasts. He, damn him, acted as though nothing had happened, and probably nothing had as far as he was concerned. After all, it hadn't been his boobs getting groped. The plain normality of his behaviour eventually soothed my jumpiness and by lunch time I'd forgotten all about it. The only thing that recalled it to mind was feeling his hand on my breast at what felt like 5:00 am the next morning. My actions were almost a repeat of the day before, but I remembered just in time what had followed the breast grope and pushed his hand out of the sleeping bag before he could do anything about teasing around the edge of my panties. Once again Cathy thought the whole thing funny, and once again I found myself fully aware of exactly where Mr Dee was for the next few hours. This time I remembered when I went to sleep and resolved to get up when Cathy did. I managed it, too, scrambling up as soon as Cathy did, leaving the tent with her. Mr Dee was already up and standing outside his tent and the swine winked at me as we passed. I pretended not to notice. Pervert. So another pleasant day passed, much the same as the previous two. This time when we finally retired for the night I decided that it was going to be my turn to make Mr Dee embarrassed for a change. In the morning Cathy scrambled up and asked if I was coming. I pretended to be asleep and with a call of "you'll be sorry" she vanished. I snuggled down and waited and yes, I did drift off to sleep. This time when Mr Dee came groping my breasts I just pushed his hand away, keeping a straight face as I knew what was going to happen next. And it would be his turn to get a shock. His hand slid under the front of my pyjama bottoms and went sneaking down to tease me by plucking at the waistband of my panties. But I wasn't wearing any. The first Mr Dee knew of it was when he found his fingers were getting tangled up in my short and curlies. I had assumed that when he found he was groping places he hadn't intended to go that he would snatch his hand away and apologise. Silly me. The brute laughed and tugged on my curls and then, damn him, his hand slid even further down and cupped my pussy. I ask you? I squeaked and grabbed at his hand and tried to pull it away but he was taking a good feel. He massaged and squeezed and one finger even slipped between my lips and inside me. Desperation must have given me extra strength because I then managed to drag his hand free and shortly after that I was with Cathy in the sanitary block. She laughed at me when I came in. I bet she wouldn't have laughed so much if I'd told her that her father had just been fingering my pussy. If I'd been aware of Mr Dee the previous mornings I was really aware of him this day. I still felt squirmy inside whenever I remembered his finger moving inside me. I kept away from him as much as possible. And it seemed that I'd be rising with Cathy every morning from now until the end of the trip. Fortunately there were only a few days left. Next morning I was fine. I woke when Cathy did, rose at the same time, and generally relaxed into the day. The next morning I got shot down in flames again. I just couldn't wake up early two days in a row and I didn't even notice when Cathy left. I caught on that I was in trouble again when I sensed the sleeping bag zip going down. What happened after that wasn't my fault. OK, I'll admit I wasn't wearing panties again but that wasn't meant to be an invitation. When I realised that the zip was going down I thought I'd forestall Mr Dee by clamping my hands across my tummy so he couldn't get at my breasts. What I hadn't noticed was that he hadn't stopped the zip at the halfway mark. He unzipped all the way. A flick of his wrist and he'd tossed the top of the bag off me and he didn't make one move towards my boobs. He simply hooked his thumbs onto the waistband of my pyjamas and pulled them down, leaving me exposed to his gaze. As you can guess, I was somewhat taken aback. I was even more taken aback when Mr Dee didn't reach to grope me down there. What he did was just move my legs apart and then he was kissing me there. I reached down to push his head away but found my fingers tangled in his hair and his tongue doing rude things to me. I tried to push him away, honestly, but my hands just wouldn't do as they were told. They just tangled themselves in his hair and held on. I didn't know you could do some of the things his tongue was doing to me. I wanted to scream but thought if I did I might scare him away or something and I just sort of hissed a bit as all these funny feelings came washing over me. I don't know how long that went on but it seemed like ages. Then Mr Dee suddenly reared back and dropped his trousers and this humongous erection was pointing at me. Now, I wasn't exactly a virgin, but neither was I what you would call experienced. I'll admit to having entertained boy's toys a couple of times, but only a couple. It was nice but that's about it. I had never seen a man's meat like this before and there was no way I was going to let him stick that thing in me. By the time I opened my mouth to tell him this it was too later. Talk about a rabbit going into its hole. His cock hit my slit and went streaking into me before I could take enough breath to scream. Then he stopped, just holding me pinned to the sleeping bag, not saying or doing anything. Time seemed to stretch while he held me down with that thing, and then I finally managed to get out some words. "What are you doing?" I asked. I felt like slapping myself. What was he doing? For crying out loud, it was obvious what he was doing. He was fucking me, and we both damn well knew it. He appeared to take the question seriously, however. "I'm waiting for you to start pushing up against me," he said, smiling at me. Push up against him? He had to be kidding. There was nowhere left for him to go. I could practically feel his cock tickling my tonsils from the wrong side. And he wanted me to push up against him? So I did, and it turned out he did have some more room. And pushing against him made me even more aware of him inside me. I'll swear he seemed to double in size when I pushed. Next thing I knew he was pulling back and I almost panicked, thinking he was stopping. Stupid of me, because I wanted him to stop, now didn't I? Anyway, when he pulled back I sort of gasped and pushed up at him again, just in time to meet him as he came surging in again. So there I was, nailed to my little bed by a giant cock, wanting it to pull out and leave me alone, and me wrapping my legs around his waist to make sure he couldn't. I'm just naturally perverse, I guess. I knew what was coming next. Like I said, I'd entertained a boy's toy a time or two. Once they get started they go like the clappers, finishing in a very messy explosion. I got fooled again. Mr Dee started moving all right, pulling back and then pushing himself all the way into me while I pushed up to meet him. (Reluctantly, but it was obvious he expected me to.) But he wasn't in a hurry. He was just making these long slow movements that were very quickly driving me out of my tiny mind. He just went on and on, sliding in, pulling out and then sliding in again, with every little movement sending these delicious ripples through me. Did I say slow movements? I thought they were, and he didn't seem to hurry up at all, but I finally found myself being given a right royal pounding, with his cock assaulting me with all the finesse of a jackhammer. And I was loving it, damn it all. I was matching his every stroke, my legs holding him firmly as I pushed up to meet each thrust, giving as good as I got. He pounded into me and I took it all. Quite frankly, I don't think I'd have protested if he'd kept me there all day, but it wasn't to be. Mr Dee suddenly changed his style, and he was giving me shorter harder strokes and I sensed then that things were coming to a close. What I didn't expect was that when he let loose inside me he was going to trigger an internal explosion. I didn't know what hit me. I felt that hot wet gush of his seed splashing into me and then I just went up in flames. I could feel myself shuddering under him as he vented himself into me, and I was clinging to him, not wanting to let his cock go while the fires were raging through me. Afterward, I was lying there gasping, wondering what the hell had happened. Mr Dee just smiled at me. "Responsive little thing, aren't you," he said. "Now you'd better scramble and catch up to Cathy or she'll come looking." I was finally registering the fact that I'd had my first real climax. The next boy who tries to seduce me had better be careful, because I'd be demanding he do it properly. I pulled on my pyjamas and shot out of the tent, heading for the amenities. A shower was suddenly high on my list of priorities. I now had something else that I thought I'd better not discuss with Cathy. The trouble was, I couldn't decide if I'd been raped or seduced. I finally came down on the side of seduction. Forcible seduction, maybe, but I have to admit that at no time did I tell him to stop. I may have intended to a couple of times, but I somehow never quite got around to saying so. Now you've probably been counting the days so you know that we've still got one days camping left, and you're wondering what happened the next morning. Well, I'm not going to keep you in suspense. Cathy woke up bright and early as usual, poked me to wake me up, as usual, and said, "This is our last day. We'll have to pack and leave as soon as we're up and I just don't want to. I'm going to do what you do and just lie in this morning." What could I do? Say "Go away. Your father is going to want to come in and ravish me." That'd go down a treat, wouldn't it? And if I actually got up it would be out of character and Cathy would then get up anyway. So I just lay back and relaxed. Mr Dee stuck his head in the tent half an hour later and looked at the pair of us lying there relaxing. I was smirking at him and he gave me a look that had all sorts of meaning in it, if I could only interpret them. He just nodded at us, though, and told us to rise and shine. We had to start packing. So we set off for home. Cathy driving, happy and chatty, Mr Dee next to her, frustrated and quiet, and me in the back, happy and quite willing to chat with Cathy. And if I was maybe feeling just a little frustrated I didn't let it worry me. Mr Dee was a determined sort of a man. I'm sure he'd manage to give himself an opportunity somewhere along the way. I was willing to wait and see.