4 comments/ 35097 views/ 19 favorites A Much Needed Camping Trip By: SG_Cummings -Friday Night- My husband Sean burst into our apartment with a muffled growl. His face was completely concealed by hat and scarf, and he was covered in snow from head to toe. "We have to get out of the city," he said. January in Chicago is the absolute worst. We only moved here because we both got job offers. We're from Southern California, and hadn't taken a vacation since we moved here three years ago. "Yeah, I can probably do middle of February," I responded. "We're leaving tonight, Amy. We'll get there in the morning, drive back on Sunday. Even if it's only one day and one night, we gotta do it. Let's get in a rental car and drive south until we can camp somewhere. It was 74 degrees in Tennessee today. Let's just go there. Or anywhere. Let's just go." A puddle was starting to form at his feet from the melting snow. "I'll start packing," I said. + We were so giddy on the drive down. We hadn't done anything impulsive like this in years. We're in our mid 30's so things get pretty routine. As soon as the rental car was warm inside, we shed our hats, gloves, scarves, and coats. The blizzard outside slowed the speed of our car, but not the exhilaration of knowing that in a matter of hours we would be outside without all the weather gear. I'm definitely a shorts-and-tank-top kind of person. "I'm so fucking excited!" I shouted. I couldn't contain myself. "Me too," he smiled. My job as passenger was to search for suitable campgrounds. It didn't take long before I found one in Tennessee that boasted waterfront and tent-only sites. We learned years ago to avoid RV people, they're a different breed. Once I received the confirmation email that we were booked, my excitement turned to sheer horniness. "How bout a little, uh..." I pointed to my mouth. "Gee, let me think," he responded. I hadn't given road head since our car-owning days back in SoCal. I was just as excited about this as him. I undid my seatbelt and leaned into him. His already hard dick was bulging, but I didn't want to free it just yet. I nuzzled up next to him and started to lightly kiss his neck while I rubbed him through his pants. "Mmm, what's that you got there, mister?" I whispered into his ear. Sometimes we role-play that I'm a barely legal, innocent-but-curious teen. "Am I doing that to you? Ooh, it feels really big." He flexed it for me. I gasped. "You're bad," I continued. I kept squeezing and rubbing him, all the while kissing and nuzzling his neck. "Can I see it? Please mister?" "Hmm," he began. "Only if I can see what you got under that t-shirt." "But I've always been too shy to show these to anyone," I played. "I guess if it means I can see what you got under here," I said, gripping his cock. I leaned back in my seat and took off my shirt. I removed my bra, but kept an arm over my boobs. "I'm nervous," I said. "You promise you're gonna show me your... big cock?" "If I like what I see, yeah." "Oh, I hope you do. I've just gotta see it. I can tell it's big." "Show me your tits, you naughty girl." I removed my arm and gave him a full view of the tits he'd seen a thousand times. "Those are the most incredible breasts I've ever seen in my life," he said. Even though we were role-playing, I really appreciated it. "I have to show you what you're doing to me. Unzip my pants, and take it out." I did as he commanded. His dick was rock solid, so it was tough to maneuver it out of his fly. When I finally got it all the way out, I sat back in my seat and covered my mouth with one hand. "I did that to you?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I think you're doing something to me too," I confessed. I unbuttoned my jeans and wriggled out of them. The crotch of my panties was wet, so I turned on the dome light for just a second to show him. "You're making me all wet, look." I turned the light back off. He extended a hand toward my pussy. "Wait," I started. "No." He slid his hand down the front of my panties and rubbed me with his fingers. "You weren't lying, you are wet." "Mmhmm." He worked his hand up and down for a bit, and while it felt good, he was at too odd an angle for it to really get me off. "Hey, mister," I breathed. "You got to touch me, it's my turn to touch you." He took his hand away from my pussy and popped his fingers in his mouth to taste me. "Mister! That's so naughty!" I said. "Well if you get to taste me, then I want taste you." And with that, I bent over and took him into my mouth. I worked my lips and tongue skillfully, and thought, no way I was this good at sucking dick when I was eighteen. He moaned his approval, and after a minute or so he took me by the ponytail and started guiding me, setting the pace. "Shit, baby," he said. "That is fucking incredible. Use your hand." He was talking to me now, the role-play over. I added a hand, twisting up and down in sync with my mouth. He wouldn't be much longer now. "Ah fuck, babe. Yeah, like that." "Mmmmm," I mmmmmed. Without warning, his cum started filling my mouth. My husband is quite the pornstar in terms of how much cum he produces, and in the bedroom he likes to see his cum on my skin. I love indulging him, letting him shoot it wherever he wants. He loves plastering my face and my ass, but his favorite spot for the moneyshot is my tits. Since he didn't have much choice of where to shoot this time, I thought I'd give him a little show. Once he was done cumming, I sat back, turned on the dome light once more, and let his seed spill out of my mouth and onto my boobs. "Oh fuck, that's hot," he panted. "That was amazing, baby." "I'm so fucking horny, babe, hope you don't mind," I said, slipping a hand down to my pussy. So there I was, cum dripping down my chin and tits, frigging my throbbing clit with everything I had. Since my late twenties, I've been able to orgasm with minimal effort. It used to take a long time, and a lot of focus, but now, as long as I'm even slightly turned on, I can bring myself to climax in mere minutes. "Keep your eyes on the road, babe," I demanded. He was trying to enjoy the show, and who can blame him, but I was still unbelted. He turned the dome light off and focused on the road, letting me concentrate. I was using my right hand on myself, so my left hand was sitting on the console idly. He took it and held it while I worked. It was so romantic, holding hands like a couple young lovebirds. I was on the brink and let him know by squeezing his hand tight. "Ohh!" escaped my mouth. "Oh, oh fuck." I came harder than I have in months, the excitement of the trip fueling my pleasure. I fell asleep shortly thereafter. + -Saturday Morning- "Babe," someone was saying. "Let's get some supplies." We were parked, and the sun was up. "Where are we?" I grogged. "Walmart." A glance at the clock told me it was 7 AM. I threw my top on, not bothering with the bra, and pulled my jeans on. We agreed that it was glorious being able to walk from our car into the store without wearing our coats. It was a tiny bit chilly outside, but compared to Chicago the air felt tropical, and we exulted in the change of climate. Once inside the store, I headed to the bathroom to wipe the dry cum from my chin and neck. My tits still felt taut and dirty with caked jizz, but that was okay. This trip was not about cleanliness. I found my husband in the lunchmeat section. He threw a pack of cocktail wieners into the cart alongside s'more fixings and a starter log. We got more food, a Styrofoam cooler, some ice, and a bottle of Maker's Mark, and headed out. + The campground was still quiet when we arrived. We ate a light breakfast before we pitched our tent, then napped into the afternoon. I was stirred awake by distant sounds of merriment, children playing and whatnot. I decided to go for a walk while hubby snoozed. I ambled along the main road, smiling at other campers and admiring the lake. I was happy to see a sign for hiking trails. The sun felt great on my skin, and looked beautiful shining through the leafless forest. The lake wasn't exactly picturesque, sort of plain and murky brown, but I was just glad that a frosty 30mph wind wasn't coming off of it. What the-? I heard shushing and hushed chatter coming from somewhere in the forest, not far off trail, opposite the lake. I decided to investigate. I came upon a couple that looked to be in their early twenties, making out in a small clearing. I had a great view of them between two trees, and I could tell that I was pretty much completely hidden from them. They'd laid out a blanket, and she was on her back. He hovered over her, his forearms bulged and veiny. I couldn't see her except for her long curly light brown hair. I saw what he looked like when he leaned back to take his shirt off. He took care of himself, probably a jock judging by his statuesque physique. Meatheads have never been my thing, but at the moment, his young toned body was getting me all hot and bothered. He removed her top, a cute, billowy, off-white button-up. Then off came the bra, but I couldn't really see the goods. She was lying back with her head pointing my direction, so I could only just make out her nipples. I've never wanted to see another woman's breasts so much in my life. She got up onto her knees and they made out a little more before he turned her around. Still on her knees, body upright, she faced me now as he groped her from behind. He kissed her neck while fondling her breasts. She was so pretty and her boobs were perfect, huge considering her small frame, with small nipples that were nice and high. So often, giant boobs just look like big deflated sacks of fat. I was getting majorly turned on, and I decided to tease my husband a little. I got out my phone and took several pictures of the passionate couple. I texted him one with the caption, "Look what I stumbled upon." The young man lay back and ordered his lady to go down on him. She obliged, and now I had a perfect profile view of the two. Her boobs swayed back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth. "Use your hand," ordered the young man. I had to stifle a laugh at this, the same command my husband had given me a thousand times before. She obliged. "Oh yeah," he approved. I snapped another few pics and sent one more to my hubby. "Oh my god, these two are so fucking hot! Wish you were here to spy with me!!!" She continued for a minute or two before he sat up and asked her to get on all fours. She did so and he took his place behind her. A soft repetitive smacking sound confirmed their union. She was facing me for the most part, and I watched her face twist with pleasure as he increased his tempo. I snapped more pics, but didn't send any more. Had to keep watching. "My ass," she grunted. "Put it in my ass." And a few seconds later, "yeah just like that." Just like that? No wincing? What about the ten minutes of struggling just to get the head in? I've personally never been able to take anything in my ass with pleasure. I've tried. I've really tried, and I've wanted to like it. I know my husband would enjoy it, and it's naughty as hell. I'd always been jealous of girls who could handle it without being in severe pain the entire time, and this was no different. I took more pictures. He fucked her ass at the same tempo he had fucked her pussy, which again, astounded me. He fondled her cheeks and spread them apart, watching himself as he slid in and out of her. Soon he began to speed up, and she went from softly cooing to moaning quietly to moaning pretty loud. "Hey, shhh," he said. "Brian and them are gonna hear us and come find us." "Oh God, fuck my ass!" she screamed in response. "Shut the fuck up," he commanded. She stifled her pleasure for the moment, but was soon yelling again. "God dammit," he said, looking around and behind him. He lifted her upper body, exposing those magnificent breasts to me once more, as he continued to fuck her ass. He covered her mouth with his hand and kept pounding. She was really getting loud, but his muffling kept her at a soft roar. "I'm about to cum," she babbled into his hand. "Oohhhhh." "Me too, I'm almost there." She squealed as her orgasm hit, and he must have stopped caring about the sound level as he came, because his hand fell away from her mouth and he let out his own lustful howl. They collapsed in a panting heap. From off in the distance a voice shouted, "Blake, where'd you go man?!" The two lovers quickly threw their clothes back on and rushed off. When they were gone I quietly made my way back toward my campsite. + I figured my husband was still asleep since he hadn't responded to any of my texts. The distinct sound of his snoring confirmed my suspicion, and the sound of me entering our tent didn't wake him. He's a very heavy sleeper. Without waking him, I undid his fly and pulled out his flaccid dick. I put him in my mouth and started sucking. Only when he was fully erect and I started pumping my hand up and down did he awaken. "Oh, wow, hey." "Mmmmm." Now that he was awake, it was time for me to get fucked. The roadie last night, the scene I had just watched, I was all cranked up. I stopped sucking him and started taking off all my clothes. As I undressed I saw him take out his cell phone. I turned away to hide my smile. "Oh, you texted me... Woah!" "I know." "You lucky bitch." "They were so hot." "Now I see why I'm being assaulted now." I grabbed my own cell phone and then straddled him. I sank myself down on him and felt such relief at finally being full of dick. Before I started really fucking him, I handed him my phone, which had about fifty pics of the scene I had witnessed, as opposed to the two I had sent him. "Look at these," I said as I started bucking up and down. He took the phone from me and started scrolling through the pictures. "Oh nice," he said. I started rubbing my breasts, tweaking my nipples. "She's pretty," he continued. "And he's not so bad himself. God damn that feels good, babe." "Yeah, they were so hot," I said. "She screamed like a wild woman when she came. He had to cover her mouth with his hand." "My little voyeur," he said with a sly smile. I smiled back. His scrolling through the pics while he fucked me was making me so hot. He was looking at pictures that I took, admiring a young beautiful woman while inside me. Me from ten years ago, when we were newlyweds, would not have been okay with this. Then again, me from ten years ago would have run off instead of hiding and taking pictures of unsuspecting sex-havers. "That feels too good, babe, you're gonna make me cum." "No no no!" I protested. "Well then slow down." I considered my options. I wanted to cum before he did, so I could either keep him inside me without moving much and just use my hands to get myself off, or I could sit on his face. As much as I delighted in having his cock inside me, I loved his mouth on my pussy and knew it would make me cum twice as fast. I lifted myself off his dick and turned around, hovering my pussy over his mouth, and leaning over to suck him off as he worked. He reached under me to fondle my tits as he licked and sucked my hungry pussy. I only half-heartedly blew him, concentrating on my own mounting pleasure. A few minutes of this and I was ready. "Mmmmm. Mmm," I moaned around his fat cock. I popped him out of my mouth. "I'm cumming," I said. I sat up straight and started spasming hard. I fought the urge to buck my hips up and down, for fear of breaking his nose. I peaked for a bit, and then slumped over onto him. "God, I love that," he said. He rolled me off of him onto my back, and took his place above me. He straddled my torso, laying his cock between my breasts. My b-cups are nice and perky, but aren't quite prime titty-fucking material. Still, he enjoys rubbing himself up and down the valley of my squeezed-together boobs. His face glistened with my fluids as he fucked my tits. His eyelids started to get heavy and I knew he was close. "I'm gonna..." he mumbled. He sat back and unloaded onto me. The first couple spurts hit me in the mouth and neck, the rest pumping out onto my tits. When he was through, he admired the mess he made. We glowed. "I'm so glad we took this trip," I said. "I wanna see those pictures again," he said. We cracked up. + -Saturday Night- The evening went by peacefully. We ate, we talked, we marveled at how nice the weather was and tried not to think about the tundra we were going back to tomorrow. We passed the bottle of Maker's Mark back and forth, sipping directly from it. It had been dark for about an hour, and we were just about to start making s'mores, when we heard feet shuffling from the direction of the road. Whomever it was happened to be crying quietly to themselves, the sound of sniffling and broken breathing apparent. When she came into view my eyes widened, as did my husband's. "That's her," he mouthed silently. "Yeah," I confirmed. She slowly and drunkenly stumbled past our campsite. Where was she going? There was nothing but the exit to the campground in the direction she was heading. "Hey!" I called out. My husband looked at me like I was crazy. She looked over at us, makeup smeared down her pale cheeks. "Are you okay?" "Me?" "Yeah, are you all right?" I asked. She started to stagger toward us. "Um, I was just walking to the..." she couldn't get it out. She sobbed, "to the highway." "Why, sweetie?" I asked. "Come here, sit with us." My husband gave up his lawn chair for her and sat himself on a stump. The campfire lit her face now and we got to see how beautiful she was up close, despite her ruined makeup. She could have been a model. I rubbed her back, motherly. "My boyfriend broke up with me," she slurred. "He called me a slut." "Why?" "Cause I am a slut. I fucked his best friend and he found out." My husband shot me a surprised glance and mouthed, "Wow." She didn't see. "You're not a slut, sweetheart," I said. "Yeah I am." She bawled. "I fuck everyone I meet." "You're young, you're hot, it's okay to have sex with as many people as you want," I assured her. "Yeah, but I cheat on every guy I'm with. I can't help myself." She sobbed heavily. "My boyfriend told me to hitchhike out of here. He said I'd have a great time sucking off a trucker. Him and Blake laughed at me." "Your boyfriend sounds like an asshole." "He's right though, I would enjoy that. It just sucks because I really like my boyfriend, I just also like... dick." She was still sniffling, but was able to talk without breaking down now. "I can't believe he was mad at me but not Blake." I looked at my husband sadly, pity for this girl was all over my face. "Do you want a s'more?" my husband asked the poor girl. "Awww, you guys are making s'mores that's so fucking cute," she said. "I'm not very hungry right now though. What's your names?" "I'm Amy and this is Sean," I said. "I'm Jacqueline." + We talked to Jacqueline more about her relationships with men, her failed attempts at attending college, how she went from being a stripper to a pornstar, and her goals to one day be a real actress. Pretty typical aimless girl stuff. She was so pathetic, and a bit simple, but I was becoming deeply affected by her situation. I wanted to care for her and love her, help her, prove to her that there were good people in the world. She was only 22 and it seemed the world had already trampled her down a million times over. My husband started nodding off, and decided to hit the sack. He went off somewhere dark and took a piss and then crawled into the tent. We said good night to him and stayed up talking and drinking bourbon. A Much Needed Camping Trip "You're so nice! I'm so happy you stopped me from walking to the highway. I'll get out of your hair in the morning." "You're nice too! I can't believe you were going to hitchhike, I'm glad I stopped you as well." "Your husband's a lucky man." "Oh wow, thank you. You are absolutely gorgeous." "Yeah, I get that a lot," she said, looking off. She didn't seem happy about the compliment. I spaced out too and looked off in another direction. I noticed my husband was snoring. The silence wasn't too awkward because of the crackling campfire and bug sounds. Suddenly her lips were on mine. She knelt in front of me, hands on my knees, and was slipping her tongue into my mouth. It felt good, but I had to stop her. "Whoa, whoa," I pushed away from her. "I'm flattered, but I'm not... I've never been with a girl." "That's okay," she said and went back in for the kiss. I held her off. "Well, I also don't want to take advantage of you." "You're not." "You said you fuck everyone you meet. I... I want to be your friend. I like you and I don't want to be another person who just sleeps with you and that's it. This is going to sound cheesy, but I... want to stay in touch after we leave tomorrow. I think you could use a person in your life who's not there for sex. I like you. I feel responsible for you." She sat back up in her lawn chair and dusted off her knees. It was a minute before she spoke. "I must have come off as such a piece of trash earlier." "No, no, it's j-" "I was upset and must've seemed like I was crying for help." "Well, yeah, the-" "I'm really comfortable with who I am," she said. "I probably shouldn't try to be monogamous, I'm learning, but I love to fuck. I love sex, and I love to cum and make other people cum. It's like... awesome... it's like, what I'm here for kind of, you know?" "Okay." "I actually thought my boyfriend would be turned on by me fucking his friend, that's why I told him. He's watched me fuck other guys. I don't know why he got upset this time. I think he's just over me and wanted to humiliate me. You were right when you said he's an asshole." There was another long silence. "Let's go lie down," I suggested. + My husband had edged himself to the back of the tent, so we had no trouble climbing in. He was in one of our two sleeping bags, so Jacqueline and I unzipped the other and lay on top of it. Luckily we'd brought an extra blanket. I turned on a little LED lantern for light. We were on our sides looking at each other. It felt like a slumber party. Hubby snored away as we chatted quietly. "Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered. "Please." "I... saw you in the woods today." "What?" "I saw you having sex with that guy. Your boyfriend's friend I guess. That's actually why I stopped you earlier. I recognized you." "Oh." "I know, I'm so sorry." "Did you like what you see?" "I was so turned on I came right back here and fucked this guy," I said, indicating my husband. "That is so hot." "Yeah? I uh... I might have snapped a picture or two. Don't worry, I won't put them online or anything." "Hello. I'm a pornstar. Go nuts!" We both laughed. My husband stirred but immediately started snoring again. She went in for another kiss. This time I accepted. My heart raced at her touch. A part of me did think that this would ruin any chance of friendship, but I wanted her. She made me feel like no woman ever had, she bursted at the seams with sexual magnetism. It wasn't long before her hands were busy, sliding over my clothes, rubbing and fondling me. She grabbed me and rolled me over so that I was on top of her. She pulled my shirt over my head, and took a nipple into her mouth. "Mmmmm," I moaned. Her touch was so different from my husband. I hadn't been with anyone but him in over a decade. "Oh my God," she whispered. "You're covered in cum." I gasped. I had forgotten. Sean had blown a load on my chest just hours ago, and I had dribbled his load from the car last night all over myself. I was caked in a ton of cum. How could I have forgotten? "I am so sorr- oh!" Her mouth locked back onto my nipple. I again moaned my approval. I should have known she wouldn't mind the cum. I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. I rolled her over now so she'd be on top, and immediately removed her shirt. "My God," I said. "I know," she smiled. I went to town on her perfect, giant tits. While I devoured them, I thought of my husband, lying there, completely unaware of the fantasy scenario playing out next to him. I wanted a little more of her to myself, but I would wake him soon enough. "I want to go down on you," I admitted. "But..." "You're afraid I might have something." "Kind of... I'm sorry, it's just that I'm married and we never do this kind of thing." "Lucky for you, pornstars get tested all the time. I'm clean as of last week, and I've only fucked Blake and Brian since then. And guess what, they're pornstars too. They got tested with me." As she took off her jeans, she continued, "We're actually here in Tennessee for an adult film convention." "I can't believe your boyfriend got mad at you, considering his line of work." "Ha. Yeah." She was totally naked now. She pulled my pants and panties off, and she maneuvered herself into the 69 position above me. "Wait," I said. "What? You said you wanted this." "I do. There's something else I want you to do." "Okay?" "When my husband wakes up I... I want you to fuck him." "You got it. He's hot." "I want you to let him fuck your ass. I can't do it, and it looked to me like you like it." "It's the only way I can cum," she said with a smile. She lowered her sweet pussy onto my mouth, then leaned down and took mine into hers. I was in the exact position my husband had been a few hours earlier, and it was heavenly. No wonder he liked it so much. I did as he had, and snaked my hands up under her body to fondle those legendary boobs as I ate her. I was so turned on, I knew it wouldn't be long before I was pushed over the edge. My husband still snored away right next to us, and I was elated at the thought of what was going to happen next. I decided to wake him up with my orgasmic cries of passion. I mean, why stifle them, right? Her tongue was expert, and I was on the verge. "Ho God!" I shouted. "I'm cumming! Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" "What the fuck!" yelled my husband, fright in his voice. He turned around to face us. "Oh my fucking God." "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" I screamed. "Holy shit," said Sean. I reached my hand out for him and he grabbed it and held tight. My other hand latched onto Jacqueline's ass and held tight as I was overcome with waves of pleasure. I looked over at my husband, my mouth agape, my face contorted with bliss. She came up for air when she knew I was good and satisfied. She didn't even wipe her mouth before she crawled over to Sean. She was atop him in no time and went in to kiss him. "Wait," he began. "Honey, please," I begged. "Really?" "Yeah." He looked from me to her, then back at me. "Is this a dream?" She kissed him hungrily, smearing my wetness all over his mouth. After a minute or two of wet sloppy snogging, she stopped to unzip his sleeping bag, opening it to reveal a monster erection straining against boxer briefs. She pulled them down and wasted no time before going down on him. He watched as her head bobbed up and down and then looked over at me. He mouthed, "This is crazy!" I shrugged and smiled in response, then sidled up next to him and started making out with him, tasting hints of myself. We'd never been in a threesome. We'd talked about it, but never got further than agreeing that it probably wouldn't live up to our expectations. Well here we were getting our expectations blown away, quite literally. She came up for air and said, "Your wife wants you to fuck me in my ass," and then popped his dick right back into her mouth. He looked at me, "Really?" "Well yeah. I'll probably never be able to do it. She loves it. I really want to watch you enjoy that." "Well, what about..." "She's clean. Pornstars get tested all the time. It's their job to stay clean." "I mean..." he hesitated. He didn't really get to have much more say in the matter. Jacqueline stopped blowing him and got into cowgirl position above him. She grabbed his gleaming wet cock and aimed it at her backdoor. She sank herself down onto it in one smooth motion. "Ohhh yeahhh," she said. She'd been waiting for this. "That's a nice fat cock you have, mister." My husband and I both cracked up at that point. She looked at us quizzically. "What?" she asked. "I... we role-play a lot and that's how I talk to him. I call him mister." "Oh, haha!" she giggled. Then she set to work. She fucked her ass up and down on my husband's dick, and I watched with awe at her ability to enjoy it. I started getting really horny watching them, and slid my hand down to my sopping wet pussy. My husband was entranced at the sight in front of him, her tits hypnotically swayed as they fucked. "Play with her tits, babe," I demanded. His hands shot up to her breasts and began kneading and rubbing them. "They're so nice," he babbled. "Thank you," she said. "Pinch my nipples. Hard please." He did. "Oh yeah, that's good." She was getting louder, breathing hard now. "Oh God, yeah, fuck my ass! Oh shit! Ah fuck yes!" She might have been a pornstar, but these were genuine exclamations of enjoyment. She really was made for this. "I'm gonna cum soon, okay?" "Okay." And cum she did. She leaned into him and basically screamed right into his face, "Aaaaaggghhhhhhhh!" Neither of them knew it, but I was cumming right at that same moment. I had brought myself to the edge, waiting until she was there, and came with her. I didn't want to distract them, so I did stifle it this time. She buckled, weak, and fell against him. He brought his hands around her and held her close as she panted. She sat up a minute later. "Good job, stud." He blushed. "It's your turn now. Where do you want to cum?" "Oh, uh, anywhere's fine." "On your tits," I pretty much shouted. "Oh yeah, I should've known." She winked at me. I blushed. She lay back on her elbows, arched her back. He straddled her torso, just as he'd done to me earlier. He took ahold of his dick and started to pump. "Wait," I said. "Let me." I leaned in and took him into my mouth from the side. My head was lying on her boobs, so I was able to relax as he fucked my face. He played with my tits as he shoved his dick deep into my throat. I've gotten pretty good at taking him in without gagging. I'm no Linda Lovelace, but I'm getting better. "Okay, I'm ready," he said. I moved out of the way and replaced my mouth with my hand. I jerked his dick up and down a couple times as he started erupting onto our new friends impeccable tits. "Ohf," was all he was able to get out. When he was done, we all stayed still and quiet for minute, admiring her cum-soaked body, letting the sexual energy dissipate. "So," she started. "Is it too late to get that s'more?" We all burst into laughter. + -Epilogue- We did keep up with Jacqueline after all. We dropped her off at the adult film convention the next day and traded contact information. She lives in LA, and she's becoming quite the pornstarlet. She makes more money than Sean and I put together. I'm quite proud of her. We talk all the time, and she visits us every summer for a whole week, sometimes two, and we all fuck the entire time. She's our little unicorn, and she's a great friend. She keeps trying to get me to come visit and be in a video with her. I always giggle dismissively, but... I don't know... I do miss Southern California.