Crossing the Line

One weekend, a girlfriend and I went to an annual gathering of Hashers. If you haven’t heard of them, they call themselves a drinking club with a running problem. It was really a large, regional camp out with tents only...no RVs. Hashers are given names by their home clubs. My girlfriend was called Porntoy, or PT,  and my name was Windy Clitty (not our real has names, but close enough to give an indication of the club’s general mindset). PT and I were both runners and really enjoyed the challenge of following a trail and large parties after the trail was done. There were five runs scheduled for the weekend, including a clothing optional trail on the private campground, and a local pub crawl.

We signed up for every run, of course. I was really excited about the nude run, which was on the second night, and the chance to have some private time with PT in our shared tent. We had only been dating for about four months and rarely got to spend the night together. The first night in our tent we were just exhausted and were both satisfied with a little intimate cuddling. The next day we did the pub crawl run, including a couple of beer stops. The last one was a bar that was reserved for just Hashers, so they let us walk around topless if we wanted to, but any sexual play was discouraged. When it was time to go, we had to put our tops back on to go outside and I had such a strong urge to do the opposite and told PT I wanted to go outside naked together with her, but she just laughed and told me I was crazy and to get dressed so we didn’t cause any trouble for the group. She was right, of course, but now she had some idea of how far I was willing to go.When we got back to the camp, we both took showers and got dressed, hanging with our local club members in our area of the camp.

Each club had their own areas to set up tents together and we had at least 50 people living in our section with the tents about 10 feet apart in a couple of rows. There was absolutely no way you could say or do anything in the tents without being heard.  Even with all the nudity and sexual innuendo, I was beginning to think it was going to be a sex free weekend for PT and me.After a few drinks, PT and I walked over to the meeting place for the nude run. It was after dark, so we all had flashlights. As we gathered, the guy in charge, also known as the hare, had us form a circle facing the middle and told us we could strip and leave our clothes on the benches that were in place behind us. It was mostly men, so PT and I were way outnumbered, but I never felt out of place or uncomfortable. After everyone was free of clothing, except for running shoes, the hare led us in a few stretching exercises, a first for me, watching all of these people fully exposed, bending and stretching, penises flopping around and breasts hanging free. I felt adrenaline like crazy and my nipples were as hard as they have ever been. When we bent over to touch our toes, PT and I gave each other a full view of our proud pusses, gazing at each other between our legs with huge smiles. Then we were off and running before you knew it, running in single file through the camp chasing the hare. We ran through forest and campsites, through the large pavilion that served as our dining area and gathering place, and past the beer truck and around the open fields. It was so invigorating that when we were done I felt like doing another lap.

It was a cool evening and a short run, so we really didn’t even work up a sweat. We all returned to the start point and found our clothes. I reluctantly got dressed. I could have gone naked the rest of the weekend. We walked to the Pavilion, stopping by the beer truck on the way, chatted with a few friends, grabbed some snacks and made our way back to our campsite. Most of the people were still out, so the tents were mostly empty, specially those nearest our tent. We both thought the same thing and ran the rest of the way to the tent, unzipping the fly, diving inside and zipping the tent closed, our lips finding each other’s almost as soon as we landed on our sleeping bags. PT sat up and pulled her sports bra off exposing her small but very firm white breasts, her nipples pointing at me begging for attention. I circled my fingers around her nips and then pinched and rolled then between my finger tips. She moaned and tugged my t-shirt up and and I took it off the rest of the way while she pushed the bottom of my jog bra up, freeing my slightly fuller, but still perky boobs. She leaned closer to me and swirled her tongue around my firm nipples, driving me wild with excitement. I gasped loudly and fell backward onto my sleeping bag and she followed, her tongue and lips alternating hot, wet and playfully soft. The sensations that through me were like magic, lifting me to a higher level of sensitivity to her every touch and her soft breath on my skin. I wriggled most of the way out of my shorts, laying naked with my shoes still on, keeping me from easily going any further. PT noticed that I was caught and reached down as though she was trying to help. Instead, she twisted my shorts, binding my ankles more tightly. She straddled my thighs facing away from me on her knees and I pulled her shorts down as far as I could, exposing her sweet puss to me and virtually locking us together.

At this point, she came up with something totally unexpected, which sort of explained how she got her name. She said, “You got me, so let’s go to our corners, your choice of toys, first to cum wins.”“Ok,” I’m giggling at this point. “I’ll take the porn toy.”“Oooo, how did you know?”“Lucky guess?”I let go of her shorts and she let go of mine. She moved to her side of the tent and opened a bag. I sat up and finally got my shoes and shorts off.“This was going to be a surprise, but here you go!”She pulled out an incredibly thick, hot pink dildo and handed it to me along with a small bottle of lube.I laid them between my legs and said, “I may need more lube.”She laughed and finished undressing, then dug out another, thinner dildo from her bag with thick, knobby veins all over. We agreed very quickly to rules while spreading lube all over the dildos. No other toys, but finger use of any kind was ok, including ass, clit, and nipple play.

The only vaginal play was with our dildos and first one to cum wins.I rubbed a generous amount of lube onto my outer lips and then opened myself to spread some around my inner lips, too, careful not to break the finger penetration rule. “Ready?” I asked.“Yeah, ready to cum for you before you can for me.”I leaned back, dildo in my right hand, spreading myself open with my left and pushed the tip of the dildo in, gasping and letting out a moan, then looked over at PT. She was already flat on her back, knees spread and her feet together on her sleeping bag, working her dildo in and out and fingering her clit. The splashy, squishy noises of the dildo were surprisingly loud. I angled my dildo up to get more sensation on my clit to start, sliding it in and out in slow, steady strokes while pulling and tugging on my boobs. Honestly the little bit of foreplay with PT’s attention on my very sensitive nipples had me so wet and ready, along with adrenaline from the nude run that was still there, I felt like I could orgasm any second.But PT had her favorite toy. This was also when I found out how loud she could be when going all out. Her moans got so loud it almost broke my concentration...almost. She had a shuddering orgasm. Her hips bucked into the air off her sleeping bag, her butt tensed and I could almost sense how she was squeezing the dildo with her puss. She relaxed and collapsed back onto the ground and looked over at me just as my orgasm washed over me, the huge pink dildo filling me up in the front and my middle finger at the last moment pushing into my ass.

I just softly gasped, repeatedly, oh yeah, oh yeah as I came while looking into PT’s eyes. She won, so gave me her more intimate attention first when we were ready to keep going. We became aware while cuddling after her victory that there was some movement around our campsite. I could make out soft whispers from a friend several tents away. It occurred to me that we probably crossed the line and would hear about it from our friends in the morning. But we weren’t done with the night. We kept going, just a lot more discreetly.