The sun was just peeking over the horizon as we arrived at the campgrounds. Hulaween was always held at Spirit of Suwannee Music Park in Florida. An eight-hundred-acre nature preserve replete with towering live oak trees dripping with Spanish moss, I consider this place to be hallowed ground. Every year during Halloween weekend, it becomes home to roughly twenty thousand festival enthusiasts, who come for the music, the atmosphere, and the experience. It is truly an unforgettably magnificent place.
“Well, ladies, we’ve arrived,” I said. Having left in the wee hours of Thursday morning, we were amongst the first cars to arrive. One of the best-kept secrets of the festival was the Thursday pre-party. They only sold a few thousand tickets to this first night meaning a select few, usually only the seasoned veterans, would make the journey down to jumpstart a weekend of fun.
Heather yawned widely while Abby stretched in the backseat, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The earlier events of the drive had faded as sleep had overtaken both of friends, leaving me in silence to fantasize about what the weekend might have in store.
“Eeee, we made it!” exclaimed Heather, shaking the sleep from her eyes and giving another big yawn.
“So, what now?” asked Abby, excitedly from the backseat. She shoved pillows and blankets out of the way, twisting to get a better view of the entrance to the festival grounds.
“Since we got here early, it shouldn’t take too long to get our wristbands and start finding a campsite.” One of the other perks of arriving early is that it allowed for first pick of the choiciest of campsites. The best spots were around the backside of the grounds. Tucked away in the woods, surrounded by big oak trees and Spanish moss, those spots were secluded enough to offer a bit of privacy. Plus, the trees would provide shelter from the sun, should it get warm during the day, and insulate from the cold wind that could spring up during the night.
Pulling into a parking spot right in front of the small entry checkpoint, we all hopped out and approached the window. Within a few minutes, our tickets had been verified and we all sported the weekends’ wristbands. Exhaustion replaced by adrenaline fueled enthusiasm, the excitement was palpable as we made our way back to the car. Climbing inside, we turned into the winding lane that snaked through the campgrounds. The outer fields would be empty until the main horde of festival goers arrived Friday. Newcomers often found themselves lost in the forest of trees and campsites. But I knew where to go to find the best spots to camp.
After five minutes or so, we had looped around the main campgrounds and found the semi-hidden spots nestled behind the main stage.
“This looks like a perfect spot. Look! There’s enough flat, open ground for our tents and there’s plenty of trees to where we can string up our tapestries!” said Heather excitedly. She always took pleasure in setting up the campsite.
I pulled into the clearing and threw the car into park. “Alrighty ladies, time to get down to business. Let’s do this.”
Setting up a quality campsite for a music festival happened in several stages. First, you needed to clear the area of debris so you could have smooth ground. Then, laying out the tarps and setting up the tents to ensure you had a warm, dry spot to lay your head after a long day of music. But the part that Heather enjoyed most was making the site feel like home. Stringing up tapestries between the trees marked the perimeter of our campsite and hanging decorations created magical vibes. Not that our neighbors would be too close, but it was always nice to have the extra seclusion offered by a wall of tapestries. Heather liked to set up a separate area dedicated to cooking and string up hammocks for lounging around the campfire. She would end up stringing lights above the camp to serve as beacon guiding them back home in the dark of night.
The ladies began to unpack the car while I raked out a large area for our tent. It seemed like every year we upgraded our tent, bigger and more extravagant. This year, we had purchased a tent with a T-shaped footprint. The plan was to have Heather and I’s bed off the left side of the T, while Abby’s mattress could be on the right side. In between, we set up a living area, of sorts. There would be an inflatable couch and a few fold out chairs where we could unwind. The stem of the T served as the entrance way where we could strip down out of our festival attire before retreating to our respective ‘bedrooms’.
For a complicated tent, it was surprisingly easy to get set up with three people working together. Once it was up, I returned to the car to begin unloading all our air mattresses and cooking supplies. Leaving most of the set up to the ladies, I hefted our air mattress and headed toward the tent.
“Alright, I am about to fire up this bad boy and pass the fuck out,” I said. “You ladies can take it from here.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” said Abby, sarcastically, “right after I stretch my legs and find the nearest bathroom.”
“There should be a line of porta-potties right down the road. But while you’re walking, see if you can find a water spigot. Those are always handy to have nearby,” commented Heather.
“No problem,” answered Abby, “I wanted to do a little bit of exploring anyways, I’ll be back soon.”
As Abby turned to leave the campsite, Heather looked over at me, that familiar devious look twinkled in her eye. “I’ll help you get that air mattress set up,” she said, backpedaling toward the tent. Turning, she glanced over her shoulder and lifted her shirt over her head. I caught a quick glance of her big, round tits as she turned. Tossing it aside, she sashayed seductively toward the tent.
I paused for a moment, watching her hips sway back and forth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Abby disappearing through the trees. Heather stopped at the mouth of the tent, reached back, and pulled her sweats down. Spreading her legs, she grabbed her ankles and shook her ass. “I’m going to need you to come fuck me,” she said. “I am still so wet from earlier and we won’t have much time before Abby gets back.”
With my cock already throbbing in my pants, I practically sprang across the campsite. Still bent over, Heather’s ass presented a perfect target, and she cried out as I gave it a loud smack. Without hesitation, I pulled my dick from my pants and plunged it into her wet little pussy. She gasped as I thrust myself all the way inside. Standing behind her, I grasping her hips firmly with both hands.
“There’s just something about this place that brings out the animal in me,” I growled into her ear, thrusting slowly but firmly. “And I am going to fuck you all over this campsite.”
“Mmmm, yes please,” she moaned, pressing herself back against me. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“I am going to make you my little cum slut this weekend. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, daddy,” she replied. “I want you to use me however you want.”
In way of reply, I slammed myself into her forcefully drawing out cries of pleasure. Pulling her upright, I pounded into her, feeling her juices running down my thighs. With an empty tent, there were only a few ways this could go. “Get on your knees,” I said, shoving her down to the floor of the tent.
Kneeling behind her, I positioned myself between her legs and stuffed myself back into her. With her backing up into me hungrily, I slapped her ass hard, leaving angry red handprints. Plunging myself into her over and over, I settled into a rhythm. I reached forward and pulled her arms behind her back. Using one hand to grip both of her wrists, I used the other to grasp a fistful of her hair. Yanking her head back, I fucked her harder and harder. The sound of us slamming together mixed with my grunts and her cries of ecstasy, echoing off the walls of the empty tent.
“Oh fuck yes,” she gasped between ragged breaths. “Just like that, don’t stop.”
Leaning forward, I pushed her face to the floor of the tent, arching her back. Her cries became screams as I slammed myself into her. I could feel the pressure building behind my eyes and my muscles begin to spasm. “Ugh, I am about to cum,” I managed, thrusting myself closer and closer to eruption
“Cum in my pussy,” she said, face still pressed against the floor. “Fill me up, baby.”
As if by command, I exploded insider her. I pumped load after load of hot cum deep inside her, emptying my balls. Rippling waves of euphoria coursed through my body as I slowed my pace and began to catch my breath. I was practically trembling with the force of my orgasm, “Holy fuck, that was hot,” I said, settling back onto my heels. Heather sat up with me, keeping my pole buried inside her.
She rocked her hips a few times against mine causing me to spasm in post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t wait for more,” she said. “Let’s get that air mattress set up and see if we have time for another round.”
Watching her lips grip greedily, I slid my cock free. My cum dripped out of Heather’s pussy onto the floor of the tent. Helping her to her feet, I grabbed her face and planted a fierce kiss on her lips. “I am going to wear that pussy out. You aren’t going to be able to walk right by the time I’m – ,” I began, before we both froze.
“Heyo! Have y’all got those mattresses set up yet?” came Abby’s voice, ringing loudly from outside the tent.
“Just about!” replied Heather, snatching up her panties. There was no telling how much Abby had seen or heard. We certainly hadn’t been quiet, nor had we closed the flap to the tent. “Where’s my fucking shirt,” she whispered, giggling as she stepped into her sweats.
Still mostly clothed, I tucked my still swollen member back into my shorts. I hadn’t stripped down but rather simply pulled my cock out. With her juices and my cum still coating my dick, a puddle formed almost instantly in my crotch.
“Oh, you definitely left that outside,” I said, unable to stifle a laugh. “And on that note, it’s definitely time for me to take a nap. I’m sure you ladies can handle the rest of the camp setup on your own.”
“You motherfucker,” she said, topless and shaking her head. “You are gonna pay for this.”
“Mmmm, something to look forward to then?” Grabbing our air mattress, I began to unfold it as Heather made her way to the mouth of the tent.
“Hey Abby, can you see if I left my charger in the car?” she called out, in a weakly veiled attempt to distract her friend. Peaking outside to see if the coast was clear, she bolted toward wherever she had tossed her shirt.
I chuckled to myself as the pump began to fill the mattress. Before long, it was inflated and ready for action. I fitted it with the sheets, pillows and duvet then crawled under the covers. Within moments, my imagination took hold. Abby had surely seen or at least heard us fucking. She hadn’t said anything until we finished. She let us finish before she called out to announce her presence. Was it just being courteous? Or, maybe, like in the car before, she was embracing a voyeuristic fantasy? The thoughts raced through my head as I lay there, listening to the ladies chat amicably about how best to set up the camp. I imagined Abby listening at the entrance to our tent. Maybe even touching herself as the sounds of our sex wafted out of the tent. Despite the lurid thoughts rampaging in my mind, exhaustion quickly won out and I drifted off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uwc6v5/camping_tail_part_2_mfpublicvoyeur