“We’ll never make it back to camp with this snow and this late. We’ll have to hunker down for tonight at least.”
We set up our little shelter as fast as we can, eager to crawl into our sleeping bags and escape the cold. Kyle and gf are going through a hard time. She was supposed to be here with us but instead it’s just him and I, rekindling our friendship after a few years apart. He’s 31, divorced. I’m ten years younger and still in school. He’s tall, and stronger than when I last saw him. That night we shiver as we get undressed to go to sleep. For some reason I find myself noticing the way his soft hair peaks out the top of his flannel shirt, and the way his Adam’s apple bulges when he swallows. I catch myself imagining the bristle of his beard against my skin… I catch him noticing me too as I take off everything but my tank top and underwear: my muscular body, red lips, pronounced collar bones, lush skin, and perfect breasts. He glances at my long slender legs and speaks in a measured tone, “I think we should share a sleeping bag tonight. It’s going to drop below zero tonight and my sleeping bag is meant for summer.”
“It’s okay, we can keep each other warm.” He swallows dryly, and climbs into my bag. “I think…I think I should take off my shirt. I read that skin to skin is the best way to warm up.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I try to conceal how much it turns me on that his chest is going to be bare against my skin all night. We spoon and he make me feel small, even though I’m 5’7. We decide to spoon, his arm over my belly. Before we know it, our hands are creeping over each other. His hand slides upward to pull me closer and I feel his cock bulging in his underwear. I pull his thigh closer to mine and we rub against each other, grinding out our desire. He says he needs to adjust so he rolls on top of me and suddenly I can’t hide how wet I am with his legs between mine and his erection against my mound. I look into his eyes and he slides his hand down to my panties and feels my little wet spot. I gasp and shudder. I reach down and stroke the hard bulge in his pants, relishing the groan the escapes his lips. “I need you to take off my underwear.” I tell him. He makes short work of both our underwear, and I remove my top. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he sees my breasts pop out. Now that our bare chests are touching, I can’t stop myself. I start kissing him wherever I can reach. He forces my head back to expose my neck and gives me a dark glorious hickey. I love being marked. He rubs the head of his cock against my clit and my hole, getting each other hot and wet with pussy juice and precum . Then it just happens—he sides into me. A shallow thrust. I gasp. He looks into my eyes and thrusts further. He is so much longer than I anticipated. At first he moves slowly and gently, and then as he plunges deeper, with more force and strength. I can’t help myself, I’m an unusually sensitive girl and cum on his length in less than 10 thrusts. I gasp in fear, “Wait I forgot my pills! You have to pull out.” He nods.
“I’m going to cum in you.”
“What? But I just told you I could get pregnant.”
“There’s no way I’m pulling out. I have to feel you cum on my cock until I can’t hold it back anymore. I need to cum in you.”
I’m shocked, but I feel my pussy starting to grip him again. I’m going to cum on his cock again. I surrender my spasming pussy to him, again and again, physically unable to escape inside our little cocoon. Even when I think I’m exhausted he somehow makes me one more time. Finally I feel the mounting orgasm coming again and his breathing changes.
“Cum in me, please,” I groan desperately. “I need your cum.”
With a sexy groan he ejaculates deeply, kissing my cervix with his throbbing cockhead. The streams of semen don’t seem to stop. I cum when I feel it splashing against my womb and leaking out of my pussy. Somehow my body knows that I need to keep it in as deep as I can. He stays in for several minutes, still hard, as if asserting his power over me by keeping his cum deep where it belongs, then he puts his fingers in his mouth, getting them wet, and brings them down to my clit, rubbing and circling. I cum more powerfully than I have before sucking in his seed. His magic fingers forced me to cum on his still hard cock and take all of the semen that he exploded into me even deeper. Only then, he pulls out slowly. Some thick, sticky cum runs out onto the sleeping bag. In the morning the remnants are all over our thighs, but it doesn’t stop us from repeating last night’s lustful mistakes three times before packing up and heading back home. Him to the gf he was going to dump, and me to a hot shower and later, a positive pregnancy test.