Camping and Cumming

Camping isn't really my style. There are bugs, rocks, dirt... it's just not my thing. Not to mention having to pitch my own tent. Ugh. Really, I could think of a million other things I would rather do.

So it was that my friend Rebecca and I arrived at the lake late, due to my general lack of excitement. She'd convinced me to go only through sheer determination.

"I hate this," I whisper as we start unloading our bags.

"Oh relax," She says, flashing me a smile from the other side of the jeep. "Once my tent is set up, I'll help you with yours."

"We aren't sharing?!" I ask. This is so not the plan.

"Of course not," Rebecca winks at me. "I'm on the hunt tonight, and you don't want to listen to me grunting and groaning all night." She's not wrong. At least she likes girls, so there usually isn't a man huffing and puffing in there with her... but that doesn't mean it's quiet. "Besides, what if you find someone to keep you warm, too?"

"I doubt that."

But even as the words leave my mouth, another jeep pulls up right beside ours. Out of it hops the two most beautiful people I've ever seen. The woman is all tits and chocolate brown hair, and the guy? I'm shocked by the way my eyes stick to the cut of his bare shoulders and the sinful V that dips into his shorts.

"Hey!" The girl calls to us. She looks like a tennis player, maybe. She's in a skirt/short combo that flashes smooth cheeks everytime she moves. "Mind if we set our tent up next door?"

At the fire later that night, Rebecca and I break into the wine. Getting tipsy on wine always makes me feel lusty, and tonight is no different.

"I'm going to talk to her," Rebecca hisses, eyes on the hot couple.

"Yeah right," I bark back. "They're obviously together."

"Hey!" She calls, beckoning them over and ignoring me. "Come join us!"

It turns out the girl's name is Mel and the guy is Sam. Sam sits beside me when Mel and Rebecca start sharing the same wine bottle across the fire. He's still shirtless, damn him, and he smells like the wood he was chopping earlier--like pine and woodsmoke from the fire.

"How are you going to get her back in your tent?" I joke, nodding as Mel shrieks in laughter when she spills the wine bottle. Sam chuckles beside me.

"I think Mel might have a more interesting tent to sleep in tonight." I look at him in confusion.

"Aren't you together?"

"Us? No," He smiles, all white teeth and dimples. I'm so screwed. "We kind of wingman for each other--and today, we found the cutest pair of girls at the entire lake."

"Oh, barf." I roll my eyes, straightening. I didn't realize I'd been leaning toward him. "Does that actually work on anyone?"

"You'd be surprised." This time, his smile is sheepish.

"Well, it probably helps that you're as hot as sin. Cheesy lines don't work like that for everyone."

"Hot as sin, hey?"

"Don't act like you don't know it," I smirk and push him lightly on the shoulder. His arm is warm and thick with muscle.

"Maybe," He shrugs, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. His entire stomach is on display for me, and my mouth actually waters. "But I still like to hear it."

"Look at you two, getting along!" Rebecca's voice pulls my attention back. Mel is sitting on her lap now, and they're both giggling. "I guess camping isn't so bad."

"Oh whatever," I flip her the bird and she laughs before planting her hands firmly on Mel's hips and turning back to her conversation.

"How long do you give them?" I ask. Sam's eyes are on me, but he smiles.

"Give it ten and they'll be back in Rebecca's tent--guaranteed."

"Wanna bet?" I ask. The wine is giving me butterflies... or maybe it's the fact that Sam's hand just brushed my leg.

"You're on. Clothes."

"But you're not even wearing a shirt!" I protest, and he laughs.

"That's just good planning on my part." He slides a finger across the tie of my swimtop.

"Fine, you're on. I think it will take at least fifteen."

As it turns out, it only takes seven minutes for Mel to hop off Rebecca's lap and pull her into the tent. My mouth falls open in indignation, and when I turn around, Sam is grinning with those damn dimples again. He gestures to my swimtop and catches his lower lip between his teeth, as if it's no big deal.

"Fine," I whisper, and reach back to untie it. It spirals to the ground as my tits bounce out. My nipples harden against the night air. Sam's eyes seem to darken as he looks me up and down. "Happy now?"

"Not quite." He runs a hand down the back of his neck. "Take a walk with me?" I reach for my top, but he clicks his tongue. "Not with that! You lost."

"I'm not walking around half naked!" But even as I say it, I hear Rebecca start to moan. I glance at her tent, and can hear the fabric swishing, as if someone inside was humping back and forth. Mel's own whimper is much higher pitched.

"Would you rather listen to that? Because I'm into it if you are."

"Pig," I smile, then walk away from the fire now that it's burned to ashes, towards the lake. Sam catches up behind me.

"I think we should make another bet," He says once we make it to the shoreline.

"Oh really?" I put my hands on my hips. My boobs sway with the movement, and Sam notices.

"I bet I can make you blush--for bottoms, this time."

"You're on." Little does he know that I can be stone cold when I need to be.

He sidles in front of me, then catches my hand. He presses it against his chest--his heart is beating rapidly.

"You have the most gorgeous set of tits I've ever seen." His voice is almost a moan. "I want to take each nipple in my mouth and suck them until you beg me to stop." I keep my face carefully blank, even as his hand tightens on mine. "And then I'd slide my tongue down your stomach--and probably get a boner. Then I'd grab your tits and rub my dick between them, up and down, up and down..." He licks his lips, and damn if I don't as well. "And then I'd eat you out until you came on my face." His heart is drumming now, and he bends to check my cheeks. Somehow, I'm stoll in control.

"Damn," He says, then shrugs.

The way he unties his swimshorts is painfully slow... then, when they're loose, he slides them down. If I thoughts his abs were impressive, they have nothing on his thighs. On his ass. He looks sculpted. And his cock... he wasn't wrong. He does have a boner. My own heart starts beating faster, until Sam shouts in triumph.

"Blushing!" He points, and I realize that heat has flooded my cheeks--and other places.

Without a word, I slide my bottoms down. Sam groans low in his throat, joking aside, when he catches sight of my pussy swollen with need for him. I press my thighs together, savouring the slickness there that the sight of his hard cock caused.

"Do you like looking at me?" He asks in a low voice, fisting himself. I bite my lip and nod as his hand closes around his shaft. "Do you like watching me stroke myself, while I think about you?" I nod again. I see him spread a glisten of precum down his length, then starts to pump himself slowly. Before my eyes, he gets even harder--even bigger. My pussy tingles. "Do you like hearing about what I want to do to you?" Another nod. "I thought you were a bit of a goody-goody... but you're not, are you? You're thinking about sliding down this cock... thinking about feeling me cum inside of you, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You're a bit of a bad girl, aren't you?" He squeezes himself harder, pumps harder, and stifles another groan. "Do you want to be bad for me?"

"Yes," My chest is heaving, eyes glued to the up-and-down slide of his fist.

"Get on the ground." I do so. "Spread your knees." I look up at him in anticipation as he steps over me, still jerking himself off. "Get your fingers in that pussy. Get them all wet for me."

I pump two fingers into my wet heat, hips bucking slightly. Sam nods encouragement, and I start fingering myself to the same beat as he's using on his cock.

"Now bring that wet hand up to my dick," He commands. "Jerk me off with your juices."

I slide my fingers, soaked from my pussy, over his hard cock. He lifts his head to the night sky and moans low in his throat. He grabs my wrist and starts pumping my hand up and down his penis. I can feel every vein, every twitch, and I want more. With his other hand, he reaches down and starts pinching my nipple. I whimper for him, then silence myself in case any other campers hear us.

"Don't be quiet," He breathes. "Let them hear what I do to you." I nod again, then lean back as he takes my hand off his dick. "On your knees." He has hold of the back of my hair, and lines his fat cock up with my mouth. "Suck me off," He hisses. "Suck off the stranger you just met."

I open my mouth hungrily, and he plunges himself deep into my throat. I grab the back of his powerful thighs, anchoring myself to him, and let him fuck my mouth. The first time I gag, he tells me that I'm a good girl. The second time I gag, he tells me to get even louder. Then, he moans too loudly for words. I reach down and cup his balls, earning myself two heavy thrusts.

"Not yet," He breathes the word and pulls his dick out of my mouth. Grabbing my hand, our clothes forgotten, he drags us back to the tents. Rebecca and Mel are screaming each other's names now. Sam sits down on the ground nearby and leans back against a tree. "In my lap," He whispers over the sound of the girls fucking each other. I go to sit facing him, but he turns me around and presses me down, so my tits squish against his legs. He groans, then lifts my knees onto his shoulders. When he buries his face in my pussy and ass, I'm so overcome that I shriek his name. His breath is hot on my ass, and with expert precision, his chin hits my clit everytime he sinks his tongue into me. I've never been eaten out this way--and when he hooks his arms around my hips and lifts me even closer, I slide my mouth over his cock again. I feel his growl of pleasure inside me, and I drag my teeth up his shaft. Everytime his hips thrust up into my mouth, it presses my pussy harder against his mouth. We devour each other until my legs shake with need.

"I need you to fuck me," I moan as I lick up more salty precum, not bothering to keep my voice low.

There's a slurping sound as he detaches his mouth from my soaking vagina, and next thing I know, he's spun me around. I hover over his cock for a second or two.

"You want it?" His eyes bore into mine. "You want this dick in you?"

"Yes," I whimper. "I need to feel you inside me."

"My condoms are in my tent."

"Fuck me anyway," I whimper. "Fuck me and cum inside me. Fill me up, Sam."

"Say that again."

"Fill me up," I lean in and bite his ear, which earns me a snarl of desire. "Sink that big, hard cock into my soaking pussy. I'm ready for you, Sam... All for you... Yes, I'm yours for tonight, Sam."

"You're mine."

"Show me, Sam. Claim me." I lean my head back and feel his teeth at my nipple. "I'm yours."

At that, he lets me sink down on top of him. His dick is huge, stretching me to the breaking point. No condom in the way, it's purely him. I feel him bury his head deep inside of me, and then I start bouncing up and down. I can't get enough of him. Every time I slam my hips down to meet him, it's like stars explode behind my eyes. He sucks my nipple until I cry out as he fucks me, then he just switches to the other side. I cradle his head to my tits, shrieking for him--just for him. The head of his cock presses against the deepest wall of my vagina and turns me rabid.

"Cum for me," He whispers, slapping my ass. "You're a dirty girl--get me soaked."

"I'm close," I whimper, eyes closing. All I can feel are my tits bouncing, his hands on my ass, and my orgasm starting to build inside me. "Oh fuck," I hiss as numbness creeps into my toes. And then I'm cumming so fast and hard that I can barely breathe.

"Are you gonna squirt for me?" I hear his voice as I shatter. He buries a finger in me, next to his dick as it stretches me, and drags it down my G-spot. My orgasm hits a new level, and then I'm squirting like I never have before. I lean back but he holds me in place, tight to him as I soak him, hips bucking violently.

"Yeah, I'm there," He growls. "You want this?"

"In me," I breathe, barely able to speak as my own orgasm slowly fades. "Claim me."

When Sam cums into my pussy, the pressure is intense. His load is so big that I overflow and it spills down the sides of our thighs and mixes with my juices. He groans as he keeps humping into me, and my pussy tightens against him until I feel him soften inside of me.

I don't pull off, and instead start kissing him. He tastes like my cum, and I suck his lips and tongue, savouring my salty taste. His hands find my boobs as we make out, and I settle onto my knees on either side of him. His soft cock is still buried in me.

"Touch yourself," He whispers into my mouth, supporting my ass with his hands. "Touch yourself for me."

I lean back, his dick still in me, and start to slowly rub my clit back and forth. Rebecca and Mel are still moaning, and I can hear the wet sounds of sex coming from their tent. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on, a little. Sam notices.

"Yeah that's right," He coaxes as I rub myself. "You hear those girls fucking each other?" I nod, my breathing speeding slightly. His dick pulses inside me. "Rub yourself... touch yourself..."

He brings his knees up to hold me in place, then spreads my pussy lips with his hands. I'm flicking myself faster, now.

"That's right..." His dick doesn't seem as soft anymore. I give a little whimper as he spreads me farther. "You gonna cum for yourself?"

"Yes,"

"You gonna cum on my dick?"

"Y--Yeah--" I'm starting to shiver now, and Sam's cock is starting to harden inside me, again. "I... I'm going to cum for you."

"That's right..." His voice is a bit breathless now. I can feel him straining not to move his hips. I flick myself faster, but there's too much friction.

"Spit," I gasp, and he bends down and spits on my pussy. I rub his saliva against my clit, and start to feel that tingle again. "I'm--close--"

"Yeah... work it out... come on girl..."

My hips start circling against my hand, and his now-hard dick twitches. He grunts, but still doesn't thrust into me. His control is complete, until the walls of my pussy tighten around his dick and I start to come again. This is a shallower orgasm, so I shriek and whimper and hump him harder, instead of fall apart completely. But that's enough for Sam.

His resolve lasts only as long as my orgasm does, and then he stands us up and presses me into the tree. Holding one hand on the back of my neck, while the other anchors itself between my tits, he rams into me -- again, and again, and again, and again -- using my fresh cum to slide in and out at a rapid pace. This is more powerful than the first one, like he was just barely holding himself back.

"Yes!" He shouts when he cums this time, quieting even the girls in the tent, then bends me over and slams my hips against his dick until he's spent.

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Maybe camping isn't so bad, after all.