Saturday morning - by Nadya
It is early. Everyone is still fast asleep including Richard. I have woken up in Richard's arms, my head resting on his chest.
It feels really nice having Richard's arms around me. I nestle in closer to him so I can feel his warmth. We are both still naked, my breasts pressed against him. I begin to think about last night.
We took each other's virginity. Actually, let me put it another way. We gave each other a beautiful gift - the gift of our pure bodies - an exchange of our virginity. I am glad I gave it to him. It was better than I imagined it to be. Richard was sensitive and loving which was deeply arousing.
I remember how big Richard's cock felt inside me and how good it felt while we were fucking. I am starting to feel aroused again and begin to plant soft little kisses on Richard's chest. I feel him stir and gently moan.
I roll over on to my side so we are spooning. I can now feel his kisses on my neck and his erection pressing against my ass. I tilt my hips back, pressing my ass in to his hard cock. I begin to wonder what it might feel like to have his cock inside my ass.
I have tried a small butt plug before and I remember it feeling amazing. I wonder if Richard has ever tried a butt plug. I can't imagine he ever has. It is a very hot thought though.
Richard has one hand on my breast and one hand on my pussy.
My nipples are erect from my arousal. I desperately want him to fuck me. My pussy is still full of his cum from last night, mixed with my pussy juice.
I feel Richard move his hand to guide his cock inside my pussy. As he enters me, I gasp. Fuck! He is so big. I whisper, "I need you" and Richard thrusts his cock deeper inside my hot, wet cunt.
We are fucking again. It feels so good knowing I am coating his thick, hard throbbing cock with his cum from last night and my pussy juice.
I ask Richard to go on top so I can watch his cock slide in and out of my pussy. I want to watch his cock being covered in his creamy cum from last night. The harder he fucks me, the more he is whipping his cum to a hot, creamy mess on my cunt and his throbbing cock. I gently stroke his nipples and he groans with pleasure. I feel his cock getting harder and bigger as we continue to fuck.
Richard's breathing changes and I know he is almost at the point of no return. He cums so hard inside me that I feel his cock twitch as he empties his load.
We continue to fuck. Richard's cock is still hard. I have two lots of his cum inside me mixing with my wetness. We are making a mess but it is our mess and it is hot.
Richard's cock is covered in whipped hot cum. Cum is dripping out from my wet pussy lips. Richard slides down and licks me clean. I feel the tip of his tongue touch my asshole and I shudder.
Richard then French kisses me, sharing our hot juices. I kiss him back, just as deeply, swallowing the cum he has licked from my cunt.
It is now my turn to lick his cock clean. I take his full length in my mouth and almost gag as he is so big. I lick every drop of his creamy cum and then kiss him so he can taste too.
We cuddle up afterwards and I whisper to Richard how I ought to get back in to my own sleeping bag. Richard gently pulls me back and asks me to stay in his. How could I refuse! I was secretly hoping he would offer that.
We decide to go back to sleep. After all, we will be staying up late for the party tonight and hopefully a lot more sex.
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Saturday morning - by Richard
I stir to the sound of birds chirping outside. It is another thing I love about camping - being so close to nature. As I open my eyes I can just make out the green of the canvas, the colour gradually emerging as the soft dawn light filters through.
And then I remember. Oh my god, last night! Was that real? I listen carefully and I can hear Nadya's gentle breathing. I let my hand slide slightly sideways at it comes to rest against her thigh. We had left the sleeping bag unzipped, thankfully, as otherwise we would have both boiled.
It was real. If I need proof I need only touch my cock and feel it coated in dried cum all the way up its length. More definitive proof would involve parting Nadya's naked legs and probing my tongue into her pussy to taste my cum still there. But tempting though that is, I feel I should let her sleep.
On every camping trip I have ever been on I am always awake before everyone else. I love it. This is me-time. I move as slowly and gently as I can so as not to wake Nadya, slip on a t-shirt and wiggle into my shorts. It is bound to be cold outside at dawn so I pull on my fleece as well. Then I quietly release the rope from the bottom three or four eyelets holding the door flaps closed and slide myself out into the cool morning air.
My sandals are just under the outer awning so I slip those on too and stand and survey the wreckage of the previous night's festivities. The fire looks dead but I am sure it won't take much to bring it back to life. Around it are strewn beer cans and dirty plates. No-one thought to put the baked bean saucepan in soak so that will be a pain to clean later.
I pick up the metal kettle. There is enough water in it still so I won't need to walk to the stand pipe to refill it. I am just about to strike a match to light the stove when I hear a sound that I am sure isn't wildlife - not of the local feathered variety anyway.
I put down the matches and listen carefully. And then I hear it again. A sort of muffled panting. No surprise really when I realise the sound is coming from the tent that Jess and Simon had taken last night.
Fuck this is hot. I slip off my sandals. Even though the grass is cold and wet I will be quieter without them. An unmistakable gasp from their tent now. I control my breathing as I move with all the care of a tiger stalking its prey towards their tent.
As I get closer my fantasy of what is happening is definitively confirmed. I can hear Jess gasping and a gentle slapping sound, presumably of Simon's thighs against hers. There is rustling of material and the ground vibrates slightly in time with her gasps. I feel myself getting aroused.
Modern tents zip-up tight and there is usually a flysheet zip as well as the inner. And it would be hard to open either of them silently. But these are old-style canvas tents. The groundsheet is completely detached from the tent above and the front flaps are held together with a thin rope running through eyelets. If you undo the knot at the bottom the flaps start to fall open.
But I guess neither Simon nor Jess have spent much time in a tent. Because they haven't bothered to knot the rope at all. As I lower myself to the ground as quietly as possible next to the entrance to their tent, I can see straight through the crack between the flaps.
Fuck, what a sight. They are turned slightly away from me, fortunately. Jess is on all fours, completely naked. Of course I've never seen her naked. She has quite large breasts and they are hanging down, her nipples obviously erect. And Simon is behind her, wearing a t-shirt but naked from the waist down, and I can see his hard cock sliding in and out. I can't really see Jess's pussy from this angle, but it doesn't matter. I can see her beautifully rounded ass and Simon's hard cock every time he withdraws. His pelvis slaps against her ass each time he rams himself into her and that is the point each time that she gasps.
My cock is so hard now inside my shorts. I quickly check that there is no-one else up then unzip and take my cock out. It feels so good in my hand even though it is encrusted with my cum and Nadya's pussy juice. I wank myself gently, my mouth open with pleasure as I watch our companions fucking.
Jess is starting to make even more noise now. Perhaps they assume everyone is still asleep. Or they don't care. I look around nervously in case the increased volume of her moaning causes anyone else to stir. I don't think I want to be seen masturbating outside their tent! But I don't want to stop either. I want to see how this ends.
I don't have to wait long. Jess is crying out now every time Simon rams his cock home, and he has quite a sweat on his face. He is starting to say "fuck" repeatedly, and his expression is contorting. I know that look. I saw it on the porn film I watched with Mark. It was just before the man spurted his cum into the girl's face.
Suddenly Simon withdraws. I see the whole length of his cock glistening with Jess's pussy juice. He has grasped his cock in his hand and the next moment I see his cum spurt out onto her back. Then he pushes his cock down so the next spurt lands at the top of her crack. His eyes are closed. Mine are wide open, and my hand is moving furiously on my cock.
I am on the verge of cumming myself. But I suddenly think, why waste it here on my own? I am super aroused. I could go back to our tent now and fuck Nadya senseless. That is what I want.
I move as quietly as I can to get up but as I do so my hand catches on their guy rope and the tent shakes. I just catch a glimpse of Jess's face turned towards me and I swear I see her smile. But I want to be out of here now. I leap up, with less care for silence, and race towards my own tent. My mug of tea can wait.
I slide back into my own tent. Nadya is still soundly asleep, surprisingly. I so want to wake her with my hard cock pushing into her open cunt. But what if last night was a one-off? I don't want her to wake up and scream when she realises my hard cock is right up inside her.
I pull off my t-shirt and shorts and slip down beside her. My cock is pounding with desire. I close my eyes and start to remember what I have just seen. I think I can sense Nadya stirring so I will stay very still and pretend to be asleep.
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Saturday afternoon - by Nadya
Richard and I ended up sleeping in until midday. I woke up in his arms, my leg draped over him, our naked bodies entwined. Richard seemed a bit flustered when we woke up.
I was worried in case he felt we had gone too far but judging by the size of his erection, I decided that he didn't think that at all and if anything, he might even have fucked me again had everyone still been asleep.
The forecast for today is 30 degrees. I suggest to Richard that it might be nice to head to the beach to cool off.
I get the distinct impression that Richard preferres having space away from the group and if I am being completely honest, I wouldn't mind having him all to myself for a bit longer.
We head down to the beach. Richard seems to like holding my hand. It is very sweet and not something I am used to.
I am wearing a skimpy red bikini and have a sheer sarong wrapped around my waist. Richard opted to wear sandals, white socks, shorts and a chequered shirt. This look is truely revolting and one I will be changing.