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Warning:
this story contains elements of nonconsensual sex. It may not be suitable for readers sensitive to such situations**
Has anything happened to you that you can't explain? At first it takes a piece of you, shatters your soul. You might tell someone, or maybe you keep it to yourself because you don't want to sound like a crazy person. It's possible you even blame yourself. Was it something I did? Did I deserve this? Then you start to question whether it really happened. Was it your imagination? Maybe it happened, but not in the way you thought or as bad as it felt.
This is my story. You are the first person I've ever told. It's too unbelievable to tell anyone I know. Maybe you, a stranger, can validate me.
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We were finally going camping. I'd been begging James to take me for months. Yes, even when Spring was still thawing the ground, I couldn't wait to be alone with my baby, far removed from our daily grind. I couldn't wait to be out in the sun in my two-piece, allowing the warmth to bronze my paling skin.
We'd known each other since high school and finally hooked up three months into my freshman year of college. He was a junior and so hunky. Although he stopped competing in college, he had been a student athlete growing up. He had the typical look of a frat boy, complete with chiseled jaw and those abs and biceps, you know the kind I mean. I teased him about looking the part too much, but honestly it was whenever he got me tingling downstairs, so I wouldn't change him for the world.
James got us packed up in record time and we were off. Up into the nearby hills we went, close enough to have our tent pitched by the end of the day, but remote enough we knew we wouldn't run into anyone, let alone anyone we knew.
I was ready to surprise my boyfriend with the new bikini I'd bought. It's so cute with its mini-bow and polka dots, but he's not going to care. I'm hardly going to wear anything else. I want my tan back and his eyes will feast on how good I fill out my suit. I'll make sure to bend over lots for him. I may even forego the top around camp because I don't want tan lines.
Ever the gentleman, James busied himself setting up camp while I lounged half-naked around the campsite. As much of a distraction as I was trying to be by bending at the waist, jiggling my boobs and tracing my long, smooth legs, he was a busy little bee. By the end of the day, we were snuggled up around a fire, roasting marshmallows and weiners. I deepthroated the weenies provocatively.
I showed my appreciation for indulging me by sliding a hand into his pants and stroking him gently as I whispered how badly I wanted his big, juicy dick into his eager ear. I tickled the course hair beneath his netherregion and rubbed his tummy.
Before long, he had me in every position in the tent, shaking it stronger than a category five hurricane. My screams of ecstasy echoed across the mountainside as he gave it to me good and proper: pushing, pulling, clawing at all the right places. Part of what made it so hot was knowing there had to be campers somewhere hearing how many orgasms James gave me. Sleep overtook us with him still inside of me. This was what I looked forward to most about camping. We were intune with our primal instincts. Nothing else mattered.
Something awoke me suddenly. I popped awake and crawled from under James' protective grip, our skin sticky with drying sweat.
I needed to pee.
I tried to wake him, but he slept so hard after such a good workout.
Armed with a flashlight, I slipped on my flip flops, scooped up the TP I left on the table and headed out into the darkness. Crickets serenaded me beneath the moonlight as I wound up the path away from camp.
My muscles relaxed to expel a steady stream of hot piss behind a tree. James' semen oozed between my legs when I strained. The sensation was turning me on again.