This on time, at Church Camp: Pt. 3 (Final) [FM]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ilfo0p/this_one_time_at_church_camp_pt_1_fm/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/imnmno/this_one_time_at_church_camp_pt_2_fmm/)

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The rest of the trip was fucking wild. Like bananas. I have never, nor will ever jack off so often during a large religious group event. Well, maybe not never. IDK, 2020 has been fucking weird. I’m not ruling anything out.

Meg and I were pretty much inseparable for the rest of the trip. We kept is cool and hardly touched each other which was insanely hard. Literally. But we were both relatively DGAF when it came to public flirtation. This led to some very unpleasant interactions. With “staff” members. With FC1 (the baby crazy one), with Hot-boy, even with some of the other MC2’s. But we did not fucking care. It was just me and Meg having fun as far as I was concerned. We got in one or two more make-out sessions over the next day and night. Neither quite as exciting as the first. But It was much easier to be patient, knowing we were on the same page.

The last day of camp had come, and we would all be rolling out later that morning. It was not too far from our home town and we rode down the mountain separately with friends. Back at the church parking lot, we said our usual goodbyes to everyone, and very casually (at least we thought so) to each other. But when I threw my shit in the back seat of my car and hopped in the driver seat, I nearly tore my shorts trying to get my phone out of my pocket. There was the text. “Follow me.”

I did my very fucking best not to Vin Diesel my way behind Meg’s little hatchback. Good lord, I was so hard. Nearly as hard as that first night. My stomach was aching. I didn’t even turn on the fucking radio. Just cranked the AC and sped like hell behind her. All the pent up horniness, all the lust that had been building and could not be satiated despite my valiant solo efforts, was dumping out now. My blood-adrenaline mixture had to be damn near 50/50. I felt like a fucking werewolf in transition.

Meg drove on for about 15min till we entered a pleasant little neighborhood full of new-ish track homes. She whipped into the driveway of one, where the garage door what sliding upwards. The garage was empty. But still, I was nervous as hell. Remember, I had grown up in a community that collectively, disapproved of all sex. Even married sex was ironically fetishized in this Christian way that took every ounce of fun out of it. I instinctively pulled forward a few homes before parking. I got out of the car and quickly walked up to the driveway just as meg was getting out of hers.

She stood up and locked eyes with me, closing her car door with a slam. There was that sinfully perfect grin again.

“Relax, my mom won’t be home till 6 or so. And she won’t even care you’re here.”

She turned around and walked into the garage. I was mesmerized. Now that I was this close, my nerves were on fucking fire. But her skin was so tan and sun-kissed. Her shoulders glistened with her tank top straps pulling down on them. Her ass bounced playfully, even innocently in her cut-off jean shorts. I followed.

Within seconds we were up the stairs and in her room. She locked the door behind me and I stood there, awkward as hell. She set her backpack down and pulled out her little green iPod. She set it on the iHome next to her tall bed and turned something on. To date, I can’t remember it, I was too focused on her. But it was soothing and hot, and I loved that she knew what the fuck she was doing.

She still had her back to me and she began casually stripping her clothes off. Her tight tank top flew right off. She unbuttoned her short and shimmed them around her wide hips. Her curvy legs were short as hell, but in this instance, they looked endless. Then she reached back and unhooked the neon pink bra she was wearing. It dropped to the floor. My eyes followed, dumbfounded. They flashed back up to see her perfect naked back. Her ass was held tight together but a pair of booty-short patines. They were grey and soft looking. Then they were on the carpet.

Meg turned around, fucking naked and glorious. My eyes clung to her tits. Bigger than I had ever realized, falling over her body. Her soft tummy spread out into her wide hips. Her thighs pressed together. Her pussy was perfect. A soft bit on blonde hair peaked out. And to my very ignorant eyes, it looks like she was already wet.

“What are you doing?” She laughed and gestured with her hand upwards.

I snapped out of. I was fully clothed.

“I —“ I started but the words kept dying in my throat. I got nervous. Really nervous. I started to get so uncomfortable in my own skin. I looked around like I had just woken up from a dream. She realized what was happening. She saw me. She got it.

“It’s ok,” She stepped towards me. The kindness poured from her words like a waterfall. “We’re ok.” She assured me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her warm naked body on my awkward clothed one. And she kissed me with love and with zero expectations.

As I felt the heat of her skin, her tongue back in my mouth, I relaxed. I dragged my hands down her back and rested them on her ass. She kissed me harder. I squeezed it with both hands, hard and long. She moaned. I massaged it and pushed my tongue deeper in her mouth. She sucked on it then let it go.

“Smack it,” she whispered in a sultry voice. I obeyed. One hand rose and fell with a clap on her ass.

“Harder.”

I obeyed. Hard this time, I spanked her. One cheek, then the other.

“Yes.”

She pulled back. She helped me out of my shirt and shorts. She grabbed the waist of my boxers and yanked down. My handsome cock sprang to.

“Ooooo,” she grinned. “You’re big,” She lied.

She pulled me by the cock, back towards her bed. She fell backward on it, then shimmed up till her feet were off the ground. I followed, lying on top of her. We continued to make out. I pressed my dick against her pussy, I could feel the mix of her wetness and my pre-cum. I was mindlessly spreading it all around like my dick was a paintbrush. And I was honoring the impressionist masters. My masterpiece was all over her legs and mine.

The stakes were rising and worked my boldness back up. I was taking chances. Meg was loving it. I didn’t know what I was doing but I began sucking at her neck, kissing it all over. She giggled and squirmed. I was taking too long. She pushed down on the top of my head. I let her lead me to her tits. I started soft, maybe too soft. Kissing them, licking them, gently nibbling at them. I grazed her nipple with my upper lip. I felt her arch her back. I went back to kissing.

Meg grabbed the side of her big tit. She pressed it in my face. Still, I was taking it slow. She grabbed a handful of my hair, fuck it was so hot.

“Suck it!” She moaned.

I put her hard nipple in my mouth and sucked. I closed my fingers around the other and pinched.

“Shittttttt” Meg let out. “Please, keep doing that.”

I obeyed.

I sucked on her nipple, doing my best to flick it with my tongue at the same time. It was so soft and slick in my mouth, I loved every second to it. I switched to the other, then back and forth. Kissing and licking my way in between. She was humping my dick, pressing he pussy against me. I could fee the heat. We were so wet with sweat and everything else. Then she stopped me. She put both hands on the sides of my heads and forced my eyes up to hers.

She pleaded with me, “Can you eat my pussy?”

I stared like a deer in the headlights.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeease,” Meg whined.

“Yes.” Was all I could breathe out.

She crawled back up to the top of her bed, reclining on her pillows. He stuck both feet flat on the top and spread her legs. One hand was mindlessly teasing her clit. The other was filled with her tit. It was spilling over it. I stared up at her. Probably for too long.

“Please.” She whispered.

I got on my knees and crawled forward. I laid out on my stomach, legs hanging off the bed. I placed one hand on her hip/side butt, the other curled around onto the top of her thigh. I tried to think of everything I’d seen in porn (not that I watched that kinda thing) and started slow and nervously. I began kissing the inside of her leg, a good 5 or 6 inches from her genuinely perfect vagina. I kissed as sensually as I could. Mixing my tongue and lips. I squeezed the top of her thigh. I jumped to the other leg and did the same. She was getting impatient. She bucked her hips up towards me, moaning and whining my name. She kept saying please.

My hand slid from her hip to right above her pussy. Her hand snatched it up and moved the fingers to her clit. She guided me massaging it.

“Yes,” She breathed.

“Like that.”

Inhale

“A little slower.”

Inhale.

She pressed against my face with one leg, pushing me towards her lips. I licked her labia. She was sweet and sticky, and a little sweaty. All of it was perfect. I tasted heaven. Meg shuddered.

She knotted her fingers in my hair, she yanked and pulled in confusing directions. She shoved hard towards the center. I obeyed.

I licked and sucked at her lips. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. I was still pressing her clit between my fingers.

“Higher!” She shouted.

I tried to follow. But her other hand reached from guiding mine, to under my chin. She yanked my mouth up to her clit.

“Suck on it.” She demanded. I obeyed.

“Fuck! yes. Fucking hell, yess.” Meg moaned at the ceiling.

The sensation of my tongue running over her clit, again and again, was unbelievable. I felt myself humping the bed beneath me. My cock was furious, straining against the sheets, spilling pre-cum everywhere.

Meg was close. I didn’t even know it.

“JAMESFUCKINGBUCK! Put your tongue in me. FUCK!” She nearly screamed.

I obeyed and lowered my face just a tad. I shoved my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, licking up while I did it. I reached for her clit with my fingers. She slapped my hand away and did it herself.

Her legs squeezed around my head like a vice. Her wet naked thighs flat against my ears. It was deafening. The sudden deprivation of my senses was overwhelming. I couldn’t hear anything, I could barely see, I couldn’t breathe. It was like I was underwater, but my mouth was wide open. My senses of taste and touch were hyper-aware. And Meg was flooding my tongue with her taste. I felt her hand gripping my scalp. Faintly I could hear the loud cries of her voice. Her hips were raised, pressing into me.

All at the same time, I felt my hips speeding up against the sheets. The head of my dick felt hot, ready to burst. A massive release and. Thick, sticky cum swam beneath my cock, all over the bed. The wave subsided. Her legs loosened. Her hand softly rubbed against my scalp now. I could hear and see and breathe. I slowly pulled my face from her pussy, giving it one last tender kiss.

Meg looked down. She grabbed my shoulder smiling and began to pull me up. She felt my cum-covered cock poke against her leg. She looked down

“Oh noooo, James—“

“It’s ok!” I laughed, “It was so fucking good.”

She pulled me in and kissed me hard, doing her best to clean off my tongue with hers…

A few mins later and we both showered off in her bathroom. We laid down for awhile and passed out on her bed. In the hot afternoon, we woke up. We got dressed and went out for early dinner. We brought it back to her house and spent the whole rest of the night together. Just hanging out and having fun.

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