It was a warm, sunny day as Lorraine drove the beat-up camper on the quiet two-lane highway. The camper pulled a nice looking boat. There hadn't been another car for miles. She saw nothing out here but cattle grazing on rolling yellow hills, trees, streams, lakes, and lots of forest. Which was perfect. She escaped the crowded cities in search of this: solitude, nature, tranquility, and animals. A few days out here would be great. She couldn't wait to get out of this rig and be one with the outdoors. Do some fishing, swimming, sunbathing.
Asleep in the passenger seat was her boyfriend, Mel. He was a short, slender Asian man dressed in REI clothes. She was a tall Italian American woman with a thick, muscular body and shoulder length dark blonde hair. Her skin was a Mediterranean brown with freckles here and there. She wore an AC/DC shirt, tight Daisy Duke shorts, and flip flops. Her big butt cheeks bulged out of the shorts. A Grateful Dead song blared from the speakers and yet Mel still managed to sleep. Lorraine sang along to the music, tapping her thumbs on the steering wheel. She shifted gears as they went up a hill and floored the gas pedal.
Mel woke up seconds later, yawning, looking out the window at a peaceful lake. "That it?" he asked.
"No. Almost there, hon."
He looked at her toenails that had been painted a clear, glossy sheen. She shifted gears again. He watched her foot floor the pedal, then it pressed the brakes a little. He wanted to kiss and lick her feet. Her glossy toenails aroused him. Again she stepped on the gas as they went up another hill. More yellow hills passed by them. More cows.
As she sang another Dead song he looked at her Daisy Dukes, at her ass cheeks that threatened to split them apart. Suddenly, he stuck his fingers deep between those large cheeks, fondling them. She chuckled, smiling at him lecherously. He went even deeper and she uttered a moan. She didn't wear panties. His other hand stroked her huge, muscular thighs that looked like tree trunks. Her calves were equally big.
She stopped singing and moaned loudly as he continued fingering her anus and pussy. Soon he had her shorts off. Luckily, there were no other motorists around. Even in the heat of passion and lust Lorraine kept her eyes on the road, checking the rearview mirror especially for cops. Her deep moans now competed with the voice of Jerry Garcia.
Mel lowered his head near the steering wheel and ate her big cunt. As his tongue probed her clitoris her moans shot up several octaves and she almost swerved off the road. He thought her moans would shatter the camper's glass. She quickly maintained control of the wheel and got them back on course. He licked and sucked her pussy fast and soon she experienced an awesome orgasm, screaming for more and more.
She pulled to the side of the road to let him have his turn. "I gotta cum, babe," he said. "I'm so fucking horny now because of you. All I'm thinking about is fucking your brains out your ears."
Lorraine shot him a naughty grin. "Do it then."
They went to the back of the camper, stripped naked, and Mel slid his long, enormous dick into her giant anus. The head of his penis was massive and round. She winced and cried out a little as it went in.
"How could such a gigantic cock get in?" she asked, her big brown eyes bulging out at it, her jaw dropping open. "Jeez, it's monstrous!"
"It got in before," he said simply.
She winced again as he began pumping her, his large balls bouncing against her ass. Her hand fondled his nuts gently and he closed his eyes in pleasure. His manhood slipped out somehow and she eagerly inserted it back in. When he threatened to stop and leave her she grabbed his arm, moaning, "More, more, more!!"
Mel laughed. Again she cried out when his dick's humungous head entered her asshole. They got more comfortable on the mattress before he went faster and harder, the way she liked it. Pretty soon he ejaculated inside her and they were drenched in sweat. She sat in his lap and they hugged each other tight, laughing.
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After showering in the camper's stall they hit the road. Still, no other vehicles in sight. Odd but nice at the same time, Lorraine thought. No crowds or traffic to worry about. Just the beauty of nature.
He drank some water from a bottle and then passed it to her. "Hey, how many times have we fucked?"
She drank water. "I think it's in the double digits now."
"I want to take it to the triple digits."
She raised her eyebrows. "Wow, that's a lot of fucking! It's kinda mind boggling!"
"That's the fun and beauty of it."
She tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel. A Stones song was playing in the background. "We'll run out of positions. It won't be fun anymore," she teased.
He leaned his head back. "Don't worry, I got plenty of books."
"Still, that's a lot of humping. . .but I'm game."
"You sound hesitant."
She smiled. "No, I'm down." She kept her eyes on the winding road, her foot stepping on the brakes a little. They finally reached a secluded campsite along a river. There was still plenty of daylight as they launched the boat into the water. They changed. He wore a T-shirt and swimming trunks and she wore a tight bikini, shades, and a cowboy hat. The bikini bottom was the kind you tied together with strings, with knots on the hips. The knots on hers were getting loose, not to mention the bikini kept getting stuck between her big ass cheeks. She had to keep pulling it out, and Mel assisted a few times, too. The bikini top barely covered her large tits and her big nipples were pressed tight against the fabric. Yowzers!!!!!!!! After applying sun block they sped off, with her behind the wheel again. She howled enthusiastically as they zoomed across the placid waters. She felt like a big kid, having so much fun with this boat. Eventually they went down to a large lake, set the anchor down, and fished a little. The sun was really coming down hard now.
She made sandwiches and cut up fruit and veggies in the galley, walking barefoot all over the place. He kept looking at her clear, glossy toenails and her large, pendulous breasts. They looked like they were going to burst out of that bikini at any second. Her big nipples were erect. The bikini bottom got wedged deep between her cheeks again and he just stood and stared at it, a big grin on his face. She was at the counter cutting cheese, her butt facing him. After a long moment he came over, hooked the fabric around his thumb, and pulled it out.
"Thanks," she said.
They brought the food up to the deck and ate, adding beer to the menu. Afterwards they sunbathed, with her taking off her bikini top. She fell asleep chest down. When she woke up she asked, "Did I sleep for a long time, hon?"
"Yep."
"Must've been the heat and the food. Food coma." She chuckled. "You catch any Z's?"
"A little. The sandwiches were delicious. So were the fruit and veggies."
"Glad you liked it." Lorraine looked at her skin. "Boy, I'm really gonna roast. I always get darker in the spring and summer. Typical Italian genes. Want another beer?"
"Sure."
She reached into the cooler and tossed him a can of Beck's. She remained topless. The idea of being naked out in nature turned her on. Sitting in the captain's seat she scanned the quiet forest and lake around them. No one and no animals in sight. She looked using a pair of binoculars, too, but didn't see anything. She tilted her cowboy hat back, enjoying the beauty and peacefulness of the moment.
Later, she asked playfully, "Wanna go skinny dipping?"
"Sure."
