Cum Island strikes again!

This event occurred at a long weekend party a friend hosted at his place on Bowen Island (Greater Vancouver). There were dozens of people there, mostly camped in tents on his big lot, and partygoers were coming and going in and out of his house and around a big campfire. One of the attendees was a guy I’d been good friends with in and after high school, Don. He’d been a really good guy back then, before he got married to a woman named Kate and became a bit of an asshole, who many former friends didn’t enjoy being around. Kate was borderline obese and really exuded an air of sluttiness. Some of the stories the women in our crowd told about her made it clear Don had made a big mistake marrying her, but sometimes we are the authors of our own misfortune.

The second night of the party, I’d just indulged in some reefer and went over to a big cooler filled with beer. There I met the host of the party, Mark. He called me off to the side and said, “Kate’s in her tent and she’s hornier than hell. I just finished fingering her and making her cum. You should go in there and do her too.” Don was nowhere to be seen, so I crawled into their tent. Kate was lying on her sleeping bag, nude, with her big boobs hanging down near her belly. She welcomed me in with a patting motion on the sleeping bag next to her. “Come here and suck on my tits,” she said matter-of-factly.

I obliged and gorged myself on her big, hard nipples. Obese or not, Kate had wonderful breasts. After a couple of minutes, she guided my hand to her pussy. She had a pretty big bush going on, and her cuntlips were really wet. I circled her clit with my fingers and occasionally probed her vadge as well as I continued sucking on her titties. Her breathing became heavier and she started to vigorously hump my hand. Not long after, she came long and hard, softly moaning, “oh…oh…oh.”

Kate pulled me up over her torso, unbuckled the belt of my jeans and pulled them down enough for her to start sucking my cock, making me begin to understand why Don had married her. My balls soon neared the boiling point, but then Kate popped me out of her mouth and told me to jerk off for her. What the hell - I moved down a bit and started to slowly stroke my throbbing, precum-dripping cock as she watched intently from a few inches away. I edged myself, stopping myself from cumming a few times and building up my load. Finally, it was cumtime and I asked Kate, “Where do you want my cum? On your face or on your tits?” She said, “You decide!”

I started jacking like a maniac and splattered both locations with six or seven hot, thick ropes of jizz, managing not to cry out as ecstatic pleasure ripped through my cock, balls, and perineum. Kate was a really pasty mess. She pulled out a cumrag and cleaned herself and me off, before handing it to me and asking me to get rid of it before Don came back. I pulled up my pants and buckled up and went over to the raging campfire to dispose of the cummy evidence. I threw the cumrag into the coals and it soon combusted. Walking around the far side of the fire, I discovered Don passed out on the lawn. Supposedly, Kate called in his best man and he fucked her before Don recovered consciousness.