The below is a true story that happened to me when I was a teenager. I wrote this story originally on Tumblr, but that got taken down, so now posting here. Let me know what you think.
My first proper girlfriend, Louise, and I went camping together in Cornwall, south-west England. The camp site was pretty lively, and most nights there was a big party around a bonfire and everyone got drunk and high – it was great fun for two 18yo kids, which we were.
One night at the campfire party, Louise and I were getting quite drunk drinking a bottle of something sweet, and this older guy, must have been maybe 35, sat down opposite me, next to my girlfriend on the picnic bench we were sat. He seemed nice, and chatted to both of us and it took me a while to realize that my girlfriend was making some funny faces at me. She was still smiling, but seemed to be trying to say something with her eyes. 18yo boys are not subtle, and I wasn’t getting it, but the guy noticed, and decided to help me out.
“I think your girlfriends looking at you like that because of what I’m doing with my hand” he said.
I still didn’t get it, smiling at him I said “oh yeah, what’s that then?” Looking at my girlfriend, I saw her blush red, and look away from me, and then at the guy.
“Babe?” I said, confused now “what is it?”.
“Oh it’s nothing really, I’ve just got my hand on your girlfriends leg” the guy said, almost distractedly. I noticed he was taking a drink with one hand, and the other was under the bench.
This is a defining moment in a young mans life. He either goes nuts and tries to fight the guy, or storms off, or runs away and cries, or just sits there, not really knowing what to do. I did the later, with all the aplomb I could muster.
“Er, babe, what, I mean are you er” I driveled.
This reaction seemed to affirm something for the older guy, if not to anyone else. My girlfriend said nothing still, with that strange, slightly embarrassed look on her face. But she did look back at me, trying to read my face.
“She’s your girlfriend, don’t worry I know that, and I’m not going to try to steal her or anything. In fact I’m back up north tomorrow, and I’ll probably never see either of you again” As he said this, he’d reached his drinking arm down and took Louis’ hand in his. “It’s just a bit of fun no?” This directed at Louise, who still didn’t say anything, but did smile again. And with that, the guy lowered his hand, taking Louis’ with it, back under the table.
I watched, still in a slightly confused, drunken, shocked state, as my girlfriends eyes shot wide, and her mouth fell open.
“Oh my god!” Was the first thing she’d said in ages, as she looked at me with eyes gleaming. “It’s huge!” she mouthed with a smile, turning to look at this older guy.
It didn’t take me long to realise what was happening, and this was yet again a pivotal moment in this young mans life. I was quite quickly gripped by a rushing panicky, excitement. A unfamiliar combination of dread, jealousy and intense sexual arousal.
The next few minutes went by as a bit of a blur, I remember asking my girlfriend what she was doing, even though I already knew, and not really getting much of an answer. I remember observing her ever mounting excitement, combined with shiness and a hint of guilt. She kept glancing down below the table, then, wide-eyed up at the guy, then flicking me a look before returning her gaze below the table again.
“Take it out”, the guy finally broke the silence, “it’s dark now, no one will see”.
My girlfriend flushed again, and then looked at me “shall I?” she said, “I mean, just to look, right?” she said, directing the question back to the guy.
“Sure, whatever” He said, and before I could reply, he’d reached down and evidently started unzipping. At this point I suddenly became aware of all the people around us, drinking laughing and generally having a good time. Some of these people we’d been seeing about the campsite and on the beach, and I started thinking, what if they see? What if they look over and see my girlfriend sitting next to some strange guy with his cock out!
“Babe”, I said, “Guys, I’m not sure this is such a good…”
“Oh hun, don’t….I mean, it’s fine, OK?” my girlfriend interrupted. “It’s just fun, we’re on holiday after all right?”
“I…well, I guess, if your ok, but I mean”
“Mate” said the guy…not sure if he was really my ‘mate’ or not…”it’s fine, I totally understand, but trust me, nothing’s going to happen. Nothing that you don’t want to happen” The last sentence directed more to my girlfriend.
By this point it was too late anyway. My girlfriend was no longer really listening to the conversation. She was entirely focused, with ever widening eyes on what was now in her hand, this strangers ‘huge’ cock. Watching her, I realised that she now had both hands under the table in front of the guy, and was clearly maneuvering ‘something’ around down there.
“Oh my god babe” She said looking at me, after a quick awe struck gaze up to the guy, “I know it’s a bit weird, but seriously, I’ve never seen anything like it! And it’s not even properly hard yet!”
I was at this point torn. Part of me was curious, how big really was this guys cock? Part of me was jealous, I mean this was my first ever proper girlfriend. Part of me was worried about everyone around us seeing what was happening. But part of me, the part I could least explain, was aroused. I was now hard in my pants, and suddenly aware of it.
Time seemed to be going very slowly, as I watched my girlfriend in stunned silence. Her arms were moving, and now and again one hand would appear above the table, and I caught a couple of glimpses of something in it. My trance was suddenly interrupted by my girlfriends next words.
“Can I?” She said, looking up at the guy. He just nodded and smiled. Can she? Can she what, I thought. And then it happened. My beautiful young girlfriend, with whom I was on holiday for the first time ever, and with whom I’d lost my virginity, began to lower her head. A moment engrained in my mind for ever. As her head went down, I saw for the first time the object of her attention. A large, pinkish-red bulbous cock head was sticking out above the table, and my girlfriends mouth was heading that way.
Before I had time to react, or even think, it was happening. There I was, sat at a camp table, with people partying by firelight all around, opposite my girlfriend bobbing her head up and down on a strange older guys cock. I couldn’t help it. I started to rub myself.
“Oh man” the guy said, looking right at me and smiling, in a friendly way, “she’s a great cocksucker!”
“I…er, I ….yes. I mean I know.” I said. Pretty poor.
The guy lasted for ages, longer than me anyway. I’d already cum in my pants, and this guy was still commenting to me on my girlfriends technique, and offering encouragement to her. For a moment after I came, I got panicky again, but was soon consumed in the arousal of the moment. The one thing I didn’t like was all the people. I’d not really thought through what I said next before I said it.
“Guys, there’s a lot of people about, I’m not sure this is the best place to…” I said, and for the first time in maybe 10minutes, my girlfriends face reappeared.
“You’re right babe, we should go somewhere else, but not yet, ok” And with that said, her head was down again, and this time the bobbing was faster.
“Good ahhhh, call mate” said the guy, starting to tilt his head back and close his eyes. “We…oh fuck…can head somewhere a bit more…..ahhhhaag…private”
“That’s not really what I mea….”
“Oh shit” The guy said “I’m gonna…ahhh…cum”. I shut up. My girlfriend accelerated. The guy groaned. One or two people looked over, probably having heard what the guy said, and I tried and failed not to make eye contact with them.
A moment later, after I’d cum in my pants again, and the guy had evidently cum in my girlfriends mouth with a loud grunt, my girlfriend reappeared. A few people nearby laughed, and I thought someone clapped as I watched her bright, flushed face rise up, and her hand come up to wipe clean her mouth. She missed a bit. She smiled at me and I smiled back before she looked at the guy and lowered her head again, to clean him off, and, I noted with a pang in my heart, to give a little kiss to his still engorged cock head.
People around us had definitely noticed, and now my girlfriend became aware of the attention. I would’ve expected her to be mortified, but to my surprise, even though she flushed, and tried to hide her face with her hair, she still seemed somehow proud. Proud and horny. She had just sucked a strangers cock and swallowed his cum in public in front of her boyfriend, and now she wanted more.
“Would you like to come back to our tent for a bit?” Louise asked the guy, her hand lightly stroking his chest.
He’d already returned his manhood inside his jeans, and was now lighting a cigarette. This annoyed me. Ok, so I was not sure I liked where this was going, and she’d not even thought to consult me before making the invite, but that wasn’t what annoyed me at the time. Strangely it was that the guy was smoking, and that this seemed to be fine by Louise. Whenever I smoked she made such a fuss, and wouldn’t even sit near me, but with this guy it didn’t seem to matter. I didn’t have long to dwell on this though, as without even looking to me for confirmation, both my girlfriend and this guy got up from the table, to more jeers and cheers from some of the people around us.
“Er babe, are you…” I said, suddenly panicking…did she intend to leave me here? What was I going to do? What were they going to do?
“Come on” she said, looking back at me, “what are you waiting for?” And with that she started off. I was somewhere between relief, that she did indeed want me to follow, anxiety over what was about to happen, and arousal.
As I caught up I heard Louise laugh, and saw the guys hand reach round and squeeze her tight little 18yo bum. My mind was a whirl. I considered trying to put a stop to this, but I was afraid that if I tried I would just be ignored, and maybe not even included, whatever that meant. My internal dilemma was brought to an end by the arrival at our tent.
“Bloody hell!” The guy exclaimed, bursting into laughter “that’s one tiny tent you’ve got there!”. Louise seemed to be in perpetual giggle mode, and found this very amusing.
“Come on, we can squeeze in” she said, unzipping the tent and disappearing inside.
At this the guy looked at me, smiled, put out his cigarette and called out “coming, ready or not!” as he too disappeared into the tent, to the raucous laughter of my girlfriend inside.
For a few minutes I was crouching in the dark outside the tent, while the guy was bundling inside, kicking his shoes off, and causing the tent to bulge and sway. My girlfriends laughter continued, and I waited, crouching, waiting for some space to appear so I could move inside. The space did not appear. The guys legs were still blocking my entrance, and the laughter was transforming into oohs and ahhhs. Enough was enough, I was at least going to get into my own tent.
“Coming, ready or not!” I mimicked, but this time there was no laughter. Pushing my head inside, I could see why.
My girlfriend was lip-locked with this older guy, and fumbling with his clothes. She already had her top off, but as I managed to squeeze passed the guys knees into the corner of the tent I saw something else that totally gripped my attention. It was one thing to see my girlfriend pleasure this guy with her mouth, it was a different thing entirely to see this guy penetrating the most intimate part of her body, albeit with his fingers.
Louise’s little skirt was hitched up around her waist, her knickers were pulled aside and her legs open, allowing this guy access to her pussy with his hand. She seemed to be gaping open already, and moaned aloud each time his hand moved over her mound. She was scrabbling desperately with his belt, moaning as he flicked his fingers over her clit and began sucking on her breasts.
I was in a trance, half crouching, half pressed up against the tent fabric, as the scene unfolded. Soon she had his belt undone, and was struggling to remove his jeans. Due to the awkward, cramped position, and the huge sense of urgency in both their actions, the practical aspect of freeing this guys cock was becoming a challenge, and was clearly frustrating Louise.
“Babe, can’t you just pull them down or something” she shot at me, the irritation at the delay evident in her voice. It was obvious what she meant. My girlfriend wanted me to pull this strange older guys jeans down, so she could get his penis in her as fast as possible. Without really thinking, I reached forward grabbing his jeans and pulled.
Louise had not been exaggerating. This guys cock was big. Very big. As soon as I’d assisted in pulling his jeans down, it had appeared, like a fourth presence in the tent. It certainly had presence, and apparently commanded more attention than me, wedged in the corner of the tent as I was.
Louise went for it like a girl possessed. Both hands were fondling, stroking, almost clawring at it, as she bucked her hips up in its direction. The guy was between her legs, his mouth on hers, his legs pushing me into the side wall of the tent, his one hand steadying his body, while the other worked her dripping pussy. His cock stood up between them, his large swinging ball-sack, between her legs, and dangerously close to her cunt, but the shaft was so long as well as thick that it rose up beyond her hips and jutted out over her stomach.
“Tell me what you want” the guy said, as he started drawing back his pelvis to line the head of his manhood up with my girlfriends gaping pussy.
“Oh fuck, put it in, please, put it in slowly, oh fuck” Louise moaned.
“Wait a second” I said, remembering myself, “I’ve got a condom here”, I said as I reached into the tent pocket to grab one of my condoms. At least someone here hasn’t completely lost their head, I thought to myself, as I offered it in the general direction of my girlfriends vagina.
“No babe, not now ok?” Louise said, “please, I need to feel it” she said to the guy.
“It’s not my style man, don’t worry, I’m clean. And anyway, I doubt it would fit me anyway. No offence or anything” the guy said.
“But babe…” I tried to sound authoritative, but I don’t think anyone even heard me. It’s not like I’d never been inside Louise without a condom. There’d been a couple of times when we’d been drunk, or especially horny when she’d let me push inside a few times, but I’d always ended up putting one on before I came, or finishing outside. But I didn’t get the impression this guy was going to be stopping to put one on after a couple of strokes, or even that Louise would ask him.
Then the moment finally came. There I was, squeezed into the corner of my tent, half kneeling with this strange guys leg now weighing down on my legs, watching my girlfriend about to take a huge cock into her pussy. He had stopped stroking her pussy with his fingers, and now had hold of his shaft, and was rubbing it up and down my girlfriends slit. She was going wild, moaning and bucking her hips trying to catch the end of this engorged phalus.
And so it began, the rubbing turned to pushing and the pleading turned to moaning. As soon as I saw his cock head enter her pussy, and heard her moan of satisfaction, I emptied my balls for the third time that evening into my pants.
I was as in a trance, watching inch after inch of this guys meat disappear into and reappear from my girlfriends vagina. He didn’t slam it all the way in at first as I’d been expecting, but worked it in, solid bit by solid bit. Eventually though, he started moving quicker, and I was no longer able to see everything.
My sensations were now predominantly of sound: moaning, grunting and squelching; and of smell: pussy juice, cock, sex, sweat. I was also now being rocked in time with the fucking. Because of the close proximity, all three of us, and the tent were rocking together.
I loose count how many times I cum. I have my penis in my hand now, and it’s hurting, but I can’t stop. At one point the guy flips over with a powerful manoeuvre, lifting Louise off the ground, and ending with her on top, all while keeping her impaled on his shaft. It was around this time that Louise started to properly cum for the first time. I don’t mean the first time tonight, I mean ever.
This repositioning also affords me a little more comfort, and a new intoxicating view. My face is now around a foot from where my girlfriend ass is bouncing up and down on this guys shaft of meat. Incidentally this is a view I have seen of a number of my girlfriends during my life, but this was the first, and is imprinted forever.
Even though it’s dark, there is enough ambient light for me to see a lot of detail. I can see her pussy lips stretched tightly around his shaft. I see the hair on his dangling balls, and the thickness of the base of his shaft. I see the juices, and I smell and hear it all as well.
After she cums that first time, Louise become a little more limp. She stops the vigorous bouncing, but keeps grinding. This slow grinding seems to go on and on, and I’m not sure if I start to fall asleep. The momentum builds though and if I ever was asleep, I am fully awake as I hear.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Bellows the guy, as he thrusts up to meet the renewed vigour of Louise’s motions. I half expect Louise to jump off and bring him off with her hand, but she does not.
It’s a remarkable thing, when a man ejaculates. From where I was in the tent, I could see as this guys huge sagging balls tighten up, and rise. I watched in amazement as the base of his shaft jerked and pulsed, and I knew that he was emptying jets of his seed from his balls into the depths of my girlfriends vagina. She exploded into another orgasm, and the two of them spammed together, as indeed did I.
I drifted in and out of consciousness for he rest of the night. Occasionally I’d awake, finding myself being rocked by the motions of sex. Once or twice I was brought quickly out of a semi dream state, by the roaring grunts of the guy, or the unfamiliar wails of my girlfriend succumbing to another orgasm. I do recall seeing the guy sitting up on his knees at some point in the dawn, pulling his clothes on and making to leave, only for Louise to sink her head once again into his lap, encouraging him to fuck her mouth, and obtaining yet another deposit of his sperm.
When I did properly awake the next day, it must have been noon at least. The guy was gone, and Louise was fast asleep next to me. She clearly had cum on her face and in her hair, and there were wet patches of evidence all over our sleeping bags. This again was a defining moment for me, as I crawled under the blanket Louise had draped over herself, and began to kiss my way towards the only pussy I had up until that point ever known.
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