This is part 2 of 3 of my camping trip with Sally during college. Part 1 can be found here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c72d02/fun_with_sally_2_the_camping_trip_mf_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c72d02/fun_with_sally_2_the_camping_trip_mf_part_1/)
The next morning was uneventful. Sally got up and dressed in what I now thought of as one of her “conservative costumes,” a loose t-shirt with blue jeans. I noticed that she had her little gold cross on display too. As we got breakfast at the campfire, Sally leaned in and whispered, “Get us somewhere private where we won’t be heard. Remember you owe me.” Then she left with a smirk.
I knew just the place to go. It was a little far and we’d need an excuse, but the answer came to me: fishing. As we ate breakfast and talked, I started formulating the details of the plan. By the time cleanup rolled around, I knew how to pull it off. I walked over to where Sally was cleaning up her dishes and whispered, “We’re going fishing. Trust me.” The only step left was to convince my parents to let us go alone.
“Hey, Dad. I was thinking about taking Sally out to the river for a fishing trip.”
“That sounds good. I was planning to go anyway. If we can get a good haul, it’ll save us on some of the supplies.”
I shuffled my feet awkwardly. “Oh. I was kind of hoping to go with just Sally.” This was the tricky part. Fishing had always been our favorite bonding activity. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “She’s never been before and I wanted to be the one to teach her. You know, like you did when I was younger.” The light bulb went off in his head, but he still wasn’t convinced. “We should be fine. We’ll stay on the trails and away from the river bend.” The bend was several feet deep and made a great swimming hole. It was a place I frequented with my friends, but someplace my parents would never approve of, given Sally’s presence.
My Dad paused for a second, “That sounds like a plan. I’ll let your Mom know to possibly expect some fish for dinner.” Technically, we didn’t need their permission to go off on our own, but it definitely reduced the potential for drama.
I went off to tell Sally, before starting to put together the fishing kit and lunch. We left almost immediately along the path to the river. Partway there, I stopped her and motioned to a deer path that went off at an angle. “Over here,” I told her, and we started pushing our way through the undergrowth. I was fairly confident that no one but me actually knew about this path. It led to another clearing, surrounded by trees. The feature I was most interested in was the large pine tree in the center with two huge rocks on either side. When I was a kid, my friends and I would come here and pretend we were defending a fort from invaders. Now, I was going to use it for a very different purpose.
When we arrived, I took her around to the far side of the rocks, which would (hopefully) block most of the sound from reaching the camp. Under the tree, there was a thick bed of soft pine needles. “What do you think?” I asked as I turned to face Sally. She was a step ahead of me. She had already stripped off her shirt, revealing a bright orange sports bra, and was in the process of removing her jeans, which hid a pair of tight, black hot pants. I hurried to catch up and quickly shed my clothes too.
Sally put her hand on my chest and pushed me back on one of the rocks. I lay back on its smooth, warm surface. I expected Sally to climb up on the rock next to me, but instead she took my cock in her hand and started stroking. It didn’t take much to bring me to attention. She looked me in the eye and asked, “Are you ready to pay your debt?” I nodded.
Sally leaned in over me, and spat on my dick. A quick couple of strokes ensured that I was fully lubed. However, instead of going for a handjob, she lifted the bottom of her bra and slipped my cock between her tits. I let out a moan. Sally’s tits are amazing. Even without a bra, they were super perky B-borderline-C cups. Thanks to the fact that her hobby is dance, she was always in great shape, with toned abs, arms, and legs.
Sally grabbed her boobs, and started sliding herself up and down my cock. As I looked up, I watched her knead her breasts, altering the pressure on my member. I stared and she asked, “You like this?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Then how about this?” Sally stepped in closer and I watched the head of my cock disappear between her tits. She started alternately pressing her breasts to her chest, rolling my slick dick inside her cleavage. All I could do was lay back and enjoy the sensation. After a bit, she shifted position again. She leaned forward, and settled the bottom of my cock against her breastbone. Sliding the full length of my dick, I could feel her boobs hit my balls, then slide all the way up, covering the tip of my cock, before descending again.
“I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” I told Sally, In response, she wrapped one arm around her tits, keeping my cock in place. She placed her other hand over her cleavage. I could feel the head of my dick repeatedly bumping against the palm of her hand. Within seconds, I blew my load into her tits. I could see my jizz leaking out from under her hand and running down her breasts. As I sat up, Sally took her hand away. It was covered, but I wanted to see the totality. I reached up and pulled her sports bra down. Between her breasts was a big splatter of cum, slowly running down her torso.
“Nice work,” she told me, as she licked her hand clean.
“So. where does that put me on my debt?”
“Nowhere,” she said.
“What?”
“You broke the number one rule.”
Now I understood. The number one rule was always try to get the other off. I was so preoccupied about not getting caught that I bailed before I could finish Sally. I didn’t hold up my end of the bargain. That meant that what just happened wasn’t just something for me. (It did satisfy rule number one for her though.) I’ve always been a little short on the stamina side, but after I recover from the first load, my stamina goes way up. She must need that for whatever she had planned.
Sally started slowly stroking my dick absentmindedly, waiting for me to get hard again. I was still preoccupied by the big cum splat over her breasts. That she would stand there with it in full view was super hot. “Enjoying the view?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” I told her. After a few more minutes, I was hard again. Sally stripped off her sports bra and used it to clean up her chest. I was definitely sorry to see the splat go. The hot pants came off next. Both were tossed against the tree. “Lay on the ground,” she told me. I obeyed, getting down on the bed of pine needles.
At this point I was so hard, Sally couldn’t point my cock straight up. It would only make a 45 degree angle with my abs. As a result, she had to lean forward, breasts swinging above my face, and slowly work herself backwards onto my cock. Normally, she was tight, but this time she was having real trouble taking me in. I’m 6″ and pretty thick, but nothing extreme in girth. I brought my hands to the sides of her ass and helped guide her down. That was when I felt something hard behind her. Exploring further around with my hands, I felt a round disc. She was wearing a butt plug, another toy she managed to sneak in. I didn’t see her put it in, so she had to have walked to the clearing with it in.
It was a team effort, but she finally was able to take in my full length. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded. She grabbed onto my shoulders for leverage and pulled herself up off my dick slightly before slowly sliding back down. She let out a low, “Ooooh.” I asked if she wanted me to take her butt plug out, but she shook her head. She slid herself up my shaft, “I just need…” She slid back down, “…to adjust.” Her tits were incredibly tempting, but I kept my hands on her hips in case she needed help.
As she moved up and down my dick, I could feel her start to loosen. Sally felt it too and started to pick up the pace. Soon, she was able to slide over my full length. I moved my hands from her hips to squeeze her tits, which were still slightly sticky from my cum. Moaning loudly, she slammed herself on my dick repeatedly. I could feel her body start to tremble, which meant that the butt plug was forcing my cock to rub against her G-spot. Moving my hands back to her hips, I gently held her steady.
“More?”, I asked her. Her eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was open in a continuous, “Ahhhhhhhh,” but she nodded. I started to pump my hips. It took a few strokes, but I managed to match her rhythm. When she slammed down, I thrust up, and vice versa. Her shaking was almost uncontrollable now and her moans were escalating towards screams.
“Faster!” Sally yelled. I was running out of options, so I changed my grip on her hips from steadying her to slamming her down on my cock. She was screaming now, but she didn’t say stop. Her head was tilted back and her arms were locked on my shoulders. Suddenly, she went rigid, her back arched, and she screamed out her orgasm to the sky.
Once it was over, Sally looked down at me, breasts heaving. Her arms were shaking in exhaustion. I stopped thrusting and we just stared at each other. She gasped something out under her breath, but I didn’t catch it. “Huh?” I asked.
She whispered out one word, “More.”
I was stunned. I had never seen her like this before. (But I’d see her like this a few more times in the future. It turned out she was really close to orgasm the night before and I accidentally denied her. It was a trick we’d use again in the future.) She was insatiable. I was worried she’d fall over on me, so I pulled her in close, trusting the butt plug to keep my cock in the magic position. It did. She wrapped her arms under my shoulders as I shifted my hips slightly, and started pounding her again as fast as I could. She was breathing hard, her tits pushing into my chest. Her nipples were nearly as hard as my cock. As I fucked her, I could hear her, “Uh, uh, uh,” in time with my thrusts.
This was amazing. Every minute or so she would let out a long, low moan. Her grip on me would tighten, pressing our bodies together. Her pussy would spasm on my cock and her abs would clench. She was having a long chain of orgasms. I kept going for as long as I could. Unfortunately, even my stamina boosting trick wouldn’t let me last forever. With a yell of my own, I blew my second load into her pussy. The sudden rush of warmth into her set her shuddering again. I kept going for a few more seconds, before I felt a second, larger gush of warmth. Sally had just squirted on my cock.
Sally was lying on top of me, gasping. “Hey, are you OK?” I asked her.
She just curled up on me a bit, and let out a, “Mmmmm…”
Concerned, I asked again, “Is that a yes?”
She whispered in my ear, “Yes.” Then she added one more word, “More.”
My eyes went wide. “Are you sure?” I felt her nod in response. My mind raced. My dick was spent and I had no idea if Sally had stashed any more toys. The only thing I had left were my fingers. I’d have to make do.
Carefully, I rolled Sally off of me and onto her back. She was drenched in sweat. I quickly dashed off to my backpack for a couple of water bottles. Giving one to her, she drained half of it in one go. I did the same. “Ready?” I asked.
I reached down between her legs and slipped my middle two fingers into her pussy and lay my other two fingers alongside her pussy lips. I found her G-spot again and starting stroking it. Sally started moaning, letting out little, “Ahs,” as I fingered her. Suddenly, her hips jerked and she pulled herself off my fingers.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No.”
I slid my fingers back in and started again. The same thing happened.
“Hold me down,” she told me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me when to stop.”
I turned myself around, facing her feet, and straddled her hips. I lightly rested my weight on her hips, but kept the rest on my knees, as I didn’t want to pin her completely. I slipped my fingers inside her for the third time and started stroking her G-spot again. After a few seconds, her hips bucked again. This time I was able to keep my fingers in position. Confident in my hold now, I decided to give her what she wanted. My right hand was buried to the knuckle in her pussy, but my left was free, so I exposed her clit and started working it. She let out a long, loud, “Ooooooooohhhhhhh.” As I looked back, Sally was twitching like she was doing crunches. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and her hands were clamped over her lower stomach. Every few seconds, her shoulders would lift a few inches off the ground. I focused on her pussy and clit and kept going. After a minute, her moan became a scream and her hips slammed hard against me.
I could hear Sally gasping behind me, “Ha, ha, ha.” It wasn’t close to our safe word (which was “Donut”), so I kept going. Abruptly, she went quiet. Glancing back, I saw her hands were clutching at the layer of pine needles and her abs were standing out. She was squirming all over the place, held in place only by my hips. Suddenly, her back arched and she let out a strangled, “Aaaaaaaaa… Do… Do…” I slowed my stroking and I heard her say, “Do…Nut…”
I pulled my hands away and got off her, kneeling down next to her. “Is that enough?” I asked Sally with a grin. She just nodded. I reached over to grab her water bottle and hand it to her, but she pushed it away. “Wait,” she whispered to me. Her voice was hoarse from yelling. I used the time to let my eyes roam over her body. Sally was still trembling. Her abs were still pulsing with contractions. I rested my hand there and felt the spasms. As she caught her breath, I watched as her breasts rose and fell. Her nipples had stiffened into points. I just sat and enjoyed the view.
After a few minutes, Sally caught my eye and motioned for water. I passed her the bottle and helped her sit up. She took a few sips, before leaning against me. I whispered in her ear, “I didn’t know you liked stuff like that.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d go that far,” she replied.
“You did say I owed you. Is my debt settled?”
“Yeah.” Sally tried to stand up, but her legs folded and she fell backwards. I caught her before she hit the ground. “Definitely settled.”
“Are you OK?”
“I’m fine. Just shaky. Can you get this plug out?” She lay back, as I lifted her legs and worked the plug out. I looked around for a place to put it. “There’s a plastic bag in my pack,” she told me.
I stashed it away, then returned to her side. “Are you good to make the trip back?”
“I will be. Just need to lay here for a bit.”
We ended up spending a while just curled up under the pine tree. After a while, Sally had recovered enough to stand up. We had been gone from camp for a while and wanted to avoid any potential questions. Since we never did get to go fishing, we agreed to toss a few of the worms from the bait can on the ground, so we wouldn’t arouse suspicion. We dressed and made our way back (slowly) to camp, where we made the usual fisherman’s excuses. Dinner that night was hot dogs and canned beans, but neither Sally or I cared.
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