I was coming like a madman as Jasmine's pussy milked my cock like it was the utter on a Holstein. Never before had I come three times in a single fuck session, and never before had I come harder than I was coming then, my skin burning as if I were lying under the desert sun, my body's shaking and bucking beyond my control.
On my knees behind her, covered in dirt and sweat with my cock locked deep in Jasmine's incredibly tight pussy, my roars of pleasure joined with hers. I wanted to pull out and escape the brain twisting pleasure, but her pussy was a velvet vice, holding me deep inside as the strong muscles of her womb squeezed every last drop of semen out of me that she could.
I was so deep in my pleasure the throaty roar to my right barely registered, at least until I realized another sasquatch had arrived. Like Jasmine, she was female but much larger, easily a foot taller than Jasmine or me, and I knew instinctively from the shocked look on her face, followed by rage, this was Jasmine's mother.
Mama charged into the camp like an enraged mother protecting her child. Considering the howls and shrieks Jasmine had been making as we fucked, I supposed that was what she thought she was doing. I tried to escape, but being on my knees, coupled with the pleasure and grip of Jasmine's pussy, slowed me, and I had no chance.
Mama grabbed me around my chest with her powerful arms and flung me away like a temperamental four-year-old throwing a toy. I landed hard on the other side of the campsite, my arms and legs flailing like a ragdoll's as I bounced and rolled through the two coolers as if I were a bowling ball knocking down pins. As I slid to a stop, I wasn't sure, but it felt like every bone in my body might be broken.
Gasping for breath lost in my landing, I struggled to rise as Mama came at me with murder in her eyes. In that moment I realized I was going to die. As Mama crossed the campsite, my only two thoughts were of me wondering if Mama would leave enough behind for someone to identify my body, and how the fuck did I let myself end up in this situation.
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Nine Hours Earlier...
I'd left work at noon today, wanting to get in my workout and pack so I could meet Michaela as soon as she got off from work. I grunted softly as I forced the weighted bar up, gritting my teeth in effort. I was going to miss my Saturday workout, at least for all the muscles except for the one between my legs. I slowly lowered the weight with an exhale before I grunted it up again.
Wednesday, Michaela had invited me to go camping this weekend. I hated camping. I found no appeal in sleeping on the soggy ground, in a leaking tent, in the middle of the fucking forest. We were leaving tonight and returning Sunday afternoon.
When she'd first suggested the idea, I'd turned her down cold, even though I was balls deep and really giving it to her at the time. I might be fucking Michaela once a week, but that didn't mean I owed her anything. She got what she wanted, a taste of the Kallisto's gentleman's sausage, and I got what I wanted, a strong, hard fucking bitch to bury my cock in.
Michaela was a full-time physical therapist at Seattle General Hospital, and part-time trainer and fitness instructor at Brawn, the gym where I pumped. While I was a numbers cruncher for an auditing firm by day, I also competed locally as an amateur bodybuilder and did side gigs as a male model. Because of my hobbies, I worked out every day, and over the course of a few months, we'd become friendly.
One Wednesday night, after returning from a business trip, I was hitting the gym late to work off frustrations from my flight back to Seattle, and we'd been the only two in the gym. Michaela was about my age, maybe a year or two younger, blonde, and hot as the sands of the Sahara. Trying to score some points, I offered to walk her to her car after she closed for the night.
I did walk her to her car, but not until after we'd spent an hour fucking our brains out on a workout mat. I normally worked out from six to eight weeknights, but after that night, my Wednesday workout started at ten and ended at midnight, when she locked the doors. My second, extracurricular workout, started immediately after and continued for as long as necessary.
The arrangement suited me. Fucking Michaela Wednesday nights left the rest of the week open for whatever other pussy I could pick up. At thirty-one, and a six-foot two natural bodybuilder with a good job, I normally didn't have problems pulling women, but even I struck out sometimes. It was nice to have the sure thing to bring new meaning to the term 'hump day.'
I'd been fucking Michaela for about six months. Though I wished her tits were a little bigger, she was the best fuck I'd had since Mrs. Ceilo. My smile with the memory of Tina Celio turned into a grimace as I forced the bar up again. I exhaled softly as I lowered the weight and prepared to force it up again. Thirty-one years old, and I still fantasized about the woman who took my virginity twelve years ago.
Just because Michaela could fuck the shit out of me didn't mean I wanted to go camping with her, though. I told her as much, but then she sweetened the deal. As we rolled around on the mat, grunting and gasping in sweaty effort, she told me how she'd been bragging to her roommate about this guy she was fucking in the gym, what a hard-fucking beast he was, and how hard he was to handle.
I grunted as I pressed the bar up. Just like every woman since my first, she couldn't handle me, but she came closer to making me tap out than any woman since Tina.
Since Michaela and I were just fuckbuddies, or at most, friends with benefits, Randi, her roommate, decided she'd like to have a go. I'd have gladly obliged, but Michaela had set it up so that if I wanted to fuck Randi, I had to go camping with her. I was about to turn her down again... but then she mentioned that Randi was going with us, and implied if neither of them could handle me alone, maybe they could handle me together.
I groaned, my arms shaking, my chest burning, as I struggled to force the bar up one last time. That had been enough to get my attention. I'd never had a threesome, and if Randi was as hard fucking and lushly built as Michaela said she was, then it might be worth sleeping a couple of nights on the soggy ground, in a leaking tent, in the middle of the fucking forest. If I had my way, there'd be damned little sleeping going on in any case. I'd roared my agreement as I came, and then we'd sealed the deal with another round of hard fucking.
I nearly burst a blood vessel getting the bar up that last time and banging it into the holder with a blow. I lay on the bench, gasping for breath for a moment before I sat up, picked up my workout towel, and wiped my face. I nodded and smiled at the chick walking on the treadmill, my smile spreading as she flushed and quickly looked away. I'd caught her staring.
I wasn't that particular about the women I fucked since nearly every woman was beautiful in some way. The woman on the treadmill was no exception. She was a little on the thick side, but she had a nice rack that more than made up for the few extra pounds she was carrying. I briefly considered walking over to her and finding out if she wanted to engage in a more... personal... workout, but I didn't have a lot of time, and I decided to save my strength for tonight. I rose, took a long, hard pull from my water bottle as I surreptitiously flexed and posed for my admiring audience of one, and then wiped the bench and bar down with my towel. I winked and smiled at the woman as I passed her on my way to the showers. Great tits and a pretty face. I wasn't going to ask her to ride my dick, but if she followed me into the showers, as unlikely as that was, it was going to be on.
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Six Hours Earlier...
I pulled into the drive of the small house in Orillia. Michaela's blue Toyota FJ, or one just like it, was sitting in the drive, so this had to be the right place. I switch off my M3 and stepped out of the car, my cock already semi-erect from thinking about all the fun I was going to have this weekend.
Michaela and I were driving into the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest tonight to setup camp. Randi worked as a bartender and she'd join us tomorrow afternoon.
I walked up to the door and rang the bell. I glanced around while I waited for the door to open. I didn't know if Randi, Michaela, either, or both owned the small house, but was a neat, well maintained, older place sharing the neighborhood with mature trees and other, equally well-maintained home.
