The Campout Pt. 2
That night, she laid awake, listening to the night sounds outside the tent. Crickets were chirping, the water splashing as it flowed over rocks buried in the creek bed, the wind in the trees. It was very peaceful. She smiled at the sweet ache between her thighs. He had taken her twice more before laying down to sleep.
The second time he came to her as she was reading her book, a cheesy romance novel with even cheesier sex scenes. She laughed to herself as she reminisced at the corny words the book had used to describe those scenes & now used them in her head to describe the “scene” they had created.
When he entered the tent, she glanced up from her book, but continued to read. Kneeling at her feet, he gently began running his fingers up & down her bare legs. The further up his hands traveled, the more her legs parted, until they were finally spread far enough for her skirt to ride up, exposing her sex. She watched him over the top of her book as he lowered himself to her lady garden. With his tongue, she could feel him part the smooth petals of her secret flower, exposing the velvety entrance to her love cave. As he continued to invade her with his tongue, she felt her breath catch when he reached the nub of nerve endings at the uppermost part of her slit.
He was focused on her, reading her sighs & body language. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he began to softly suck, drawing more sighs from her. With his tongue, he began to lightly rub the sensitive little organ, while inserting one, then two fingers inside her soaked pussy. She felt her stiffen as he pleasured her both orally & digitally; her orgasm would not be long in coming. With continuous effort, stroking her g-spot while sucking & tonguing her clit, he felt her pussy walls contract around his fingers, and she writhed in ecstasy. Her book had already fallen beside her as soon as his mouth touched her. At the peak of her orgasm, she screamed his name, squirting her own cum in his face, which he lapped with vigor.
“Oh fuck!” she thought. He was so good at this! She had not climaxed that hard in a very long time. Her body shook, as the tremors from such an intense orgasm flowed through her. Before she could recover, he was inside her. His hardened manhood was buried to the hilt, balls slapping her exposed ass. He was ravaging her with his meat hammer, every thrust harder than the last. She could feel another orgasm beginning to course through her body, even more intense than the one she had just experienced. She felt him reach under the thin cotton shirt she was wearing to roll her nipples between his fingers, still wet from her cum. She screamed again as she came, feeling his love muscle pounding into her. He groaned & spent his seed inside her, still pumping madly. Finally, completely drained, he rolled off of her & laid down beside her.
Catching his breath, he reached over & brushed the hair that had fallen into her face. “Good girl” he said with a smile.
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