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Camping Shoot Off 1

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Long weekend camping trip leads to a couple of hot mutual masturbation sessions with two different women…

At the time of this story, me and a group of my friends would go camping at Long Beach on Vancouver Island every Easter long weekend. This year I rode up with a friend and his wife and pitched my tent on a site in an area a bit out of the rainforest. The second night we were there, I hooked up with a girl I’d known for a while (19 y.o. or so) as a large group sat near a huge campfire while the rain started to come down in buckets. Carole had come up with a guy in our group, but there was nothing between them (much as Dave wished otherwise) and she felt under no sexual commitment to him even though her sleeping bag was in his tent. Dave was an ineffable moron with a knack for pissing people off so I decided Carole was open territory so to speak.

Beers and smoke were making the rounds and it was a very mellow scene. Carole and I were off to the back of the campfire site and got into a hot necking session. She was a wonderful tongue-kisser and we soon started groping each other through our increasingly rain-soaked clothes. Carole wasn’t wearing a bra and the sizeable nipples on her modestly sized breasts went rock-hard under my hands. Despite the semi-public location, our fondling of each other progressed to our naughty parts. I cupped and squeezed her horny cunt as she moaned softly in my ear. She was tracing the outline of my throbbing cock over my jeans and underwear and would veer off occasionally to work my clothes-encased balls.

Carole got up and announced she was going to bed and that I was welcome to join her. Dave stood there gobsmacked and got even more so as I followed her to his tent a few minutes later. I went inside the tent and noted Carole lying on top of her sleeping bag clad only in a more-or-less sheer negligée. I got out of my wet clothes and lay down next to her. I pulled up the negligée and went in for a nice suck on her small, firm titties. After a few minutes we grabbed each other’s genitals and went to work. She took my cock in a soft, tender grip and started to slowly stroke its full length. Meanwhile I scoped out her thick, light brown bush and cupped her snatch again with no clothing cheating my probing hands. At that point Carole told me she wasn’t on the pill and we’d have to use a condom or “do something else.” The condoms I’d brought were in my tent so “something else” it was!

Carole skillfully edged me with a stop-and-start technique that slowly brought me closer to ejaculation while building up my notoriously large load. I slid my middle finger up and down her cuntlips and was amazed by her heat and wetness. I’d heard Carole had a really tight pussy and decided to find out for myself. I gathered my right-hand middle and index fingers together and pushed them against her slit. They slid in oh-so-slowly and I just couldn’t believe the snugness of her sweet cunt.

Carole’s tortuous jacking was bringing me very close to orgasm. I wanted her to cum first, so I told her to stop and to lay back. I went hard on her erect clit with a finger and soon had her humping my hand and moaning how good it felt. She clamped my hand between her shapely thighs as she came with a big, sighing moan. This brought me to the edge so I told her to lie on her belly. I then straddled her hips and squeezed my precum-dripping cock between her ample asscheeks. I began thrusting my meat between them and grooved on the feel of her big bush against my drawn-up balls. It was cum-time and I pulled my slick cock away and began a fast, pounding stroke.

A couple of big spurts erupted from me and audibly splattered against the wall of Dave’s tent. The rest of my copious wad shot into Carole’s long, “blonde” hair and all over her back and ass. I milked out the dregs of my cumshot and admired the wet mess we’d created. “Hmm,” I said, “that’s a real wet one. Do you have anything I can clean it up with?”  “Use Dave’s pillow,” Carole said, “Fuck that idiot!”

I carried out her orders, chucked the pillow in a corner, got dressed in my still-wet clothes, and returned to my tent. I stripped down for golden slumbers, jerked off another load and went to sleep. Another hot adventure awaited me the next night…

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