Tempting the Boundaries: Part 4

The Naked Gardener: Part 2

THE NAKED GARDENER: PART 2. AS GINGERLY AS PORCUPINE SEX. Based on a post by WatchingCloud [https://www.literotica.com/authors/WatchingCloud/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheNakedGardener2.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheNakedGardener.jpg] Finally, the day of her return arrived. She was due to get back early in the evening, and Van had convinced her to come over to his place for dinner. The last couple hours of waiting were the worst, so he busied himself with preparing the food; a stir fry incorporating many of the vegetables from her garden. When the doorbell rang, his heart skipped a beat and he forcibly restrained himself from running to answer it. Liz almost looked like a stranger, standing on his porch in a floral print sundress. After getting past all the clothing, however, the smile and eyes were all Liz and he didn't hesitate to step forward and kiss her deeply. She kissed back with equal enthusiasm. "Good to see you, too," she said as they finally broke it off. "Sorry, been waiting far too long to do that again," he said, stepping aside to let her in the house. "I know. Me too." They kissed again, and if Van had harbored a single, lingering doubt about her feelings for him it would have vanished completely. "Good flight back?" "Flight was okay," she said. "Though I've been more comfortable. Speaking of which, mind if I dress down a bit?" "Feel free," he said, heading toward the kitchen to give her a modicum of privacy. "I'm just gonna get dinner started." Van fired up the stove and pulled out the chicken and vegetables from the fridge. He needed the distraction to keep his mind from Liz undressing a few feet away in the living room. Too many days of fantasizing were weakening his resolve. "So, what's on the menu?" Van glanced up at Liz and almost lost that resolve in an instant. She stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with her arms crossed below her bare breasts. The only thing she wore was a pair of translucent pink panties. The vision was heavenly and he could feel a stirring in his shorts. "Chicken and veggie stir fry," he said, turning his focus back to dinner. "Hope that's okay. It's mostly stuff from your garden." "Sounds great, especially after a week of mostly restaurant crap." Van managed to finish dinner without ruining anything in distraction. Liz professed a love for the meal and he was pleasantly surprised that it turned out as well as it did. Small talk was the order throughout dinner, though it carried a subtle undertone of impatience. They needed dinner, but both were looking forward to what might come afterward. "So, you gonna show me all the cleaning you claim to have gotten done while I was gone this week?" Liz asked as they cleared the last of the dishes from the table. "Sure," he said and led her back into the living room. "Yeah, not much change here, though I did finally get a few of my old pictures hung." Liz followed him to his office, where he had rearranged the furniture and cleared out all the unpacked boxes. "Very nice," she said. "Feels more conducive for writing." "Hope so. After seeing the window with the view of the backyard and woods, I knew this room would have to be the office. Hopefully, I won't be too distracted by things outside." "Like what? Neighbors?" "Well, yeah, I can think of one neighbor who would be incredibly distracting." "Really?" Her playful tone told him that she was well aware of the effect that her body had on him. He led her next to the master bedroom, which had also been considerably picked up. He had even gone so far as to drive into town and pick up some extra furnishings and decoration in an effort to make it feel less spartan. It was a far cry from Liz's style acumen, but definitely an improvement. "I like what you've done," she said, taking his hand and pulling him into the middle of the room. "Yeah?" "Yeah. I'm impressed with how busy you've been." "I was inspired." Liz stepped in closer and they kissed. For several minutes, their lips and tongues exchanged a sensitive affection. When she wrapped her arms around him, Van tentatively placed his own hands on her back. He quickly withdrew them when she involuntarily shuddered. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling terrible. "No, it's okay," she said. "You can touch me. You just can't do it gently, because that hurts worse. Be firm." Van tried to get his mind around how he would be able to do that, since his every instinct when with a woman was to gently touch and stroke her body. Still, she was telling him what she wanted, and he was determined to try to do as she asked. He placed his hands just under her arms with his fingers wrapped around her shoulder blades. His grip was firm, but not hard. Liz nodded and smiled, and then leaned in to resume their kissing. For the next several minutes, Van carefully moved his hands from one spot to the next, careful not to drag them across her skin in the process. He held her neck and arm, the small of her back and her butt. With each move, he could sense just a brief flash of tension through Liz before she settled into the steady pressure. "Still good?" he asked when they broke off for a moment's breather. "Yeah, better," she said. "Don't worry about hurting me. I'm pretty tough and used to pain. It's just the prolonged, gentle stuff that can really get to me." "You realize this isn't easy." "I know. And I want you to know I appreciate how considerate you are." They kissed again, and this time Van place one hand around her side and his other over one of her breasts. He didn't know if that would be more or less painful than anything else, but the way her body tensed and then immediately relaxed into a purring moan suggested it was okay. He gently squeezed, careful to keep his hand in place and not slide it across the skin, and Liz gave every indication that she was fine with that. In the middle of his palm, he could feel her nipple harden, and he savored the chance to finally touch the beautiful breasts he'd spent so much time admiring. Liz broke off their kiss, took his shirt by the hem, and lifted it over his head. Tossing it aside on the floor, she gave him a sly grin and started unbuttoning his shorts. "Hardly fair with you wearing so much clothing," she said. "Wouldn't want to be unfair," he said. "Just didn't want to frighten you away." "You won't. I like your body." "Well, that works out well, then, since I'm rather enamored with yours." Liz pulled his shorts and underwear down and he stepped clear so she could add them to his discarded shirt. His cock, fully erect, bounced in her direction and she took it in one hand and gently stroked it. Van's heart fluttered at the contact. "There's something I've been wanting to do most all week," Liz said. "What's that?" Liz knelt on the floor in front of him and kissed the tip of his cock. It involuntarily twitched at the contact, bopping her in the nose and eliciting a laugh. She took his unruly member in one hand and wrapped her lips around the head. With her tongue, she teased the tip and swirled around the circumference. Van had secretly hoped that this night might lead to a greater physical intimacy between them, but his expectations had not gone much beyond kissing and perhaps some careful petting. Clearly, she was every bit as horny as he was and wasn't afraid to show it. The view of looking down at her mouth as it went up and down on his cock, with her breasts swaying gently just beneath, was almost as arousing as the physical sensation itself. Liz clearly had some experience with fellatio, since she had him rocketing toward an orgasm within a couple minutes of skilled tongue and hand technique. As he felt himself reaching a climax, he gave her fair warning and she pulled him out of her mouth and stroked him the rest of the way by hand. Several surges of white cum shot out, coating her chin, neck, and chest. She grinned up at him proudly while the final glob slid down the freckled valley between her breasts. "God, that was fantastic," he said when he finally caught his breath. "You're most welcome," she said. Liz then took the tip of his slowly softening cock back in her mouth and licked the residual cum off him. "You, uh, want a tissue or something?" he asked when she finally let go of him and stood. "Yes, please," she said, cheerfully. He was relieved that she didn't seem to be too squeamish about a little mess. He snagged a couple tissues from his night stand and handed them to her, figuring it would be safer to let her wipe herself than for him to do so and cause her a lot of unnecessary pain. After she wiped off and discarded the tissues in the waste bin, she returned to his arms and they gently kissed. "So, you wanted to do that all week?" "Yeah," she said. "You didn't mind?" "Not one bit. Kinda along the lines of a few of the things I'd wanted to do with you." "Oh really? Do tell." "Well, if you like, we could try reversing roles." "I like." After a little more kissing, Van arranged for Liz to lay back on his bed with her legs hanging off. It took her a moment to get over the discomfort, but she soon gave him a smile that said she was good. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, took her legs over his shoulder in a firm grip, and lowered his lips into her thick brown curls. Still uncertain about how much pain she might experience down here, he was a little hesitant as to how to proceed. He started by simply kissing his way around and over her pussy and clit. That seemed to go okay until his cheek accidentally brushed up against the inside of her thigh and she let out an audible gasp. "Crap, sorry," he said, feeling the mood at risk of slipping away. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain. "No, it's okay," she said, though clearly still in a bit of pain. "Just, careful of the thighs. They're particularly sensitive." Van held her legs higher and wider, giving him more clearance. Nervously, he resumed his kissing and licking around the folds of her pussy lips. Her body seemed to relax a bit after a little attention, allowing him to calm down just a bit as well and start building some sort of rhythm. Slowly, he began to alternate between licking along her pussy and flicking his tongue across her swollen clit. The smell of her arousal blended with the faint saltiness of her taste in a delectable ensemble. After several minutes of alternating, Liz began to moan softly and thrust her hips each time his tongue made contact with her clit. He focused on that, alternating between quick flutters and long, slow strokes of the tongue until he finally brought her to a climax. She was not a screamer, but she certainly wasn't shy about moaning and gasping. Once she had come down from her climax, Van stood and wiped her juices from his mouth. She was looking up at him, glowing in a sheen of perspiration and grinning widely behind gorgeous bedroom eyes. He would die a happy man if he was blessed with that sight regularly. "Thanks, I needed that," she said. "You're most welcome." Liz moved further back onto the bed and Van joined her, laying side by side and holding hands. For several minutes, they just stared up at the slowly rotating ceiling fan and savored the company. Van idly wondered what he had done to get so lucky. Eventually, they began to chat about inconsequential things, as if to speak about their budding romance would somehow jinx it. For Van, this felt just like the last week's worth of their nightly conversations, only a thousand times better with Liz laying beside him. They laughed and whispered and gave each other longing looks. Liz rolled onto her side to face Van, cringing a bit for the effort. While maintaining eye contact, she reached out and gently touched his flaccid cock. Within moments, it swelled to life. She smiled back at his obvious pleasure. Van turned partially toward her so they could kiss. She stroked him more insistently as their tongues danced. He could feel her rising passion in the depth of her breathing. He ran his hand up the arm with which she was holding him, and immediately regretted it when she sucked in her breath to stifle a whimper. It was a simple, innocent gesture, and he'd completely forgotten that it was the sort of thing that caused her the greatest pain. "Shit, sorry," he said, immediately removing his hand. Liz closed her eyes for a few moments, taking a couple deep breaths, and then reopened them. "It's okay," she said, though he could tell she was saying that for his sake. "It happens." "Sorry," he said again, still feeling terrible. His arousal threatened to fade until she forced a smile and resumed stroking him. For several minutes, they simply held their positions; kissing with Liz gently playing with him. He wanted desperately to touch her, wrap her in his arms and explore every inch of her body with his fingers and lips. All he could bring himself to do was lay still and kiss her back. "You want to give this a try?" she said, her voice husky with desire. Van was paralyzed between fear of hurting her and the strong urge to make love to this fantastic woman. "Yeah," he whispered. "What's gonna work best for you?" Liz pushed him into his back, kissing and stroking him the entire way. When she threw a leg across him, Van decided that she wanted to be on top, which suited him just fine. Straddling him, she leaned forward and kissed him with a renewed fervor, her breasts dangling tantalizingly above his chest. Tentatively, Van placed a hand over one breast and got a slight flinch out of Liz for his efforts. He bravely left it there, though, hoping that as before the pain would vanish under constant pressure. When she reached back for his cock, he took it as a sign that she was still okay. As Liz slid back to guide him to her, however, she grimaced at some frictional pain. Despite the fact that it wasn't something Van had done, he started to really feel terrible. She was enduring entirely too much pain for his sake. That thought interrupted his enjoyment of the encounter, and he could feel himself losing his erection even as she was trying to slide him inside her wet pussy. She must have noticed, since she tried to stroke him back from his semi-soft condition, but that awkward effort seemed to cause additional irritation to her skin as well. "I'm sorry," Van whispered, removing his hand from her breast. Liz looked down at him with resignation in her eyes before leaning down to kiss him gently. "It's okay," she said. She carefully dismounted and laid on her side next to him. She traced her fingers across his chest in exactly the sort of intimate gesture he couldn't share back. Her face was sympathetic, though it did little for Van's mood. "It's really tough, keeping the mood when I know you're in pain." Liz nodded. "I know. And it sucks." "Because I don't think I've ever wanted someone so badly before." "And you can't touch me the way you want." "Exactly." "It's always the worst with the best guys." Van gave her a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, you're a good guy, and I probably should have waited a bit until I was ready to explain this better. But, well, I guess I wanted you pretty badly, too." Van raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, but said nothing. "You see, I've found over the years that sex works better for me when there's pain involved. Not the sort of pain that comes from my nervous condition, though. When there's an intentionally applied pain that I can focus on, something with...intimate connotations...then I seem to be better at blocking out or even using the other pain as a sort of turn on." "Okay, I think I kinda see that." "And that's why good guys sometimes have a problem with me, because they're not the sort to engage in inflicting pain on a woman for gratification." "Er, yeah, no," Van said. He wish he'd known that in advance. She was right, though, that he wasn't sure he could do that sort of thing to her. He wasn't even sure what sort of intentional pain she was talking about. "The line between pain and pleasure is closer than most people realize," she continued. "And much of that is in the head." "Yeah, it might take a little work to get my head wrapped around that one," he said. "But, I can try." For a fleeting instant, Van saw in Liz's face doubt and regret, but it vanished a moment later as she smiled at him and nodded. "Can I ask what sort of things you like?" Van asked. Liz blushed and cringed. "Unfortunately, this is when I tend to get cripplingly shy," she said. "Go figure; I'm comfortable parading around nude in front of pretty much anyone, but get all uptight talking about what gets me turned on. Especially when I'm in bed and naked with the guy asking." Her self deprecation brought a much needed laugh from both of them. "I understand," Van said. "I'm not much of one for open talk, either. Always just kinda tried to fumble my way through things to see what worked." "That's not always a bad thing," Liz said. "But, I'm always open for helpful hints." "I know, and I'll try," she said. "Look, I'm pretty well beat after the trip and should probably get home so I can unpack and sleep." "Okay," he said, trying to contain his disappointment. They had jumped in pretty quickly after very little time together. And after the way the evening had kinda fizzled, maybe inviting her to stay the night would be more awkward than it was worth. "But, it was great seeing you tonight. Thanks for dinner and, well, the rest." When they kissed again at the door, Van tried to shake the feeling that Liz wasn't as interested in him as he'd first thought. He knew it was probably unfounded self-doubt, but he couldn't help it after the complete crash and burn at their first attempt at love-making. It wouldn't be until he saw her again that he would be able to get a read on her true feelings toward him; would she distance herself, or would things be back to where they had been about an hour earlier when she was undressing him in the bedroom? The following morning, Van resisted the urge to run over to Liz's house to pay her a visit. She would undoubtedly still be in the process of catching up after the trip; unpacking, going through mail, and such. Had they enjoyed mind-blowing sex, she may have either stayed the night or at least he'd be justified in visiting early for a follow up. Following their fizzle, however, he didn't know how to play things. He wondered if he shouldn't just wait for her to contact him. To distract himself, Van decided to head into the closest town for some groceries. The town itself was little more than a small congregation of businesses and a post office in the middle of a widely dispersed rural community. And the grocery, unlike what he was used to back in the city, was essentially an over-sized convenience store. At least it carried most of his modest cooking needs. "Van, isn't it?" Van turned from the shelf of bread products and it took him a moment to recognize Liz's neighbor without the cowboy hat or horse. "Clancy," Van said, shaking the man's hand. "Nice to see you again." "You too. Getting settled in?" "Yeah, finally got most of the boxes unpacked and the house presentably cleaned up." "Good to hear. I'm sure you'll love this part of the country. Beautiful scenery, beautiful women." Clancy said this last with a knowing grin. "Couldn't agree more on both counts." "Speaking of, mind if I nose a bit about you and Liz?" "What do you mean?" Van wondered if Liz had told Clancy anyt

The Naked Gardener: Part 1

THE NAKED GARDENER: PART 1. A NEW RELATIONSHIP BLOSSOMS WITH VAN'S PECULIAR NEIGHBOR. Based on a post by WatchingCloud [https://www.literotica.com/authors/WatchingCloud/works/stories]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheNakedGardener1.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/steamy-winter-2026/TheNakedGardener.jpg] "Earl!" Van sighed as his two year old yellow lab took off into the woods behind his house. His constant companion was usually obedient, but with all the wonderful sights and smells surrounding their new home in the country, Earl had become a challenge the last couple weeks. He wanted to believe the dog would eventually find his own way back home, but that nagging doubt led him to tromp off into the woods after him. In the thick brush, he soon lost sight of the dog, but by pausing every minute or so he could usually hear the tell tale sound of Earl crashing heedless through the woods. He called every so often, each time less confident that the dog would hear and come back. Van also had to take care to keep his bearings so he wouldn't end up lost in the acreage of his own back yard. A brief woof from up ahead got him back on track and Van soon found himself arriving at a clearing; apparently one of his neighbor's backyards. The house beyond was a modest, elegant structure, enhanced by a gorgeous in-ground pool and surrounded by a well manicured yard. Much of the yard not taken up by the pool was dominated by a large vegetable garden, clearly well loved and already producing a variety of healthy looking produce. It was next to the garden where he finally spotted his wayward dog, who was soaking up the affection of a nearly nude woman. Van was startled by the sight, skidding to a halt before coming out of the woods. The woman, perhaps in her thirties like himself, appeared to be on the tall side with freckled bronze skin. She was wearing only sandals, work gloves, and a wide-brimmed straw hat that, along with sunglasses, conspired to hide her face. Van admired her rugged beauty and the way the sun glistened off her full, sweat dappled breasts. At the same time, though, he was struck with the awkwardness of the situation. He needed to get his dog back, but he couldn't do so without intruding upon this woman's privacy. Given that she was gardening naked in a very rural neighborhood where privacy was the norm, he wouldn't be surprised if she was very pissed. He considered sneaking back away some distance and then calling out for his dog again, giving her an opportunity to "hear him coming" well before he made a public appearance. Before he could put this plan into action, however, the woman looked up his direction and spotted him from where he was just inside the tree line. She waved at him, thereby bringing the awkward circumstance to a head. "Earl!" he said as he stepped out of the woods. "Bad dog!" "Seems like a good dog to me," the woman said, standing fully upright after having been scratching the dog behind the ears. "Oh, he is, when he's not running off into other people's yards. I'm really, really sorry about that. Totally didn't mean to intrude on you." "It's nothing," she said with a smile. She took off her sunglasses, revealing warm, brown eyes, and then peeled her gloves off to offer him a handshake. "Liz." "Van," he said, taking her hand. More than anything, he was astounded by how utterly un-selfconscious she was standing in front of him unclothed. "Nice to meet you, Van," she said. "And you, too, Earl." "We, uh, just moved in a couple weeks ago," he said, pointing vaguely toward the woods behind him. "Somewhere back there a bit." Liz chuckled. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I'm sure you'll like the area. Since moving here a few years ago, I can't imagine ever living anywhere else." "Yeah, I'm really liking it so far," he said. "The woods, the wildlife, the peace and quiet. And, apparently, lovely neighbors." "You're too kind," she said, shaking her head. "Sorry about my appearance, I wasn't expecting visitors." "No, no, I'm sorry. I'm the one intruding. It's your yard, whatever makes you happy." Liz gave him a wry smile. "I meant that I was sorry about being sweaty and dirty. Didn't say I was apologizing for being naked." Van flushed in embarrassment and was about to stammer yet another apology when Liz burst out laughing. He loved the sound of her laugh, even if it was at his expense. "Just messing with you," she said. "Trust me, I have a very good reason for dressing like this. Or not dressing, as it were. Just giving you fair warning for the next time you're out this way." Van wondered what sort of "very good reason" she might have. Nudist? Lost a bet? Laundry day? He was tempted to ask, but chickened out at the last moment and decided to try to move the conversation to something a bit safer. "Your garden looks incredible," he said, grateful to take his gaze away from her tantalizing body and toward the garden. "Thanks," she said. "It's my pride and joy these days." "Was thinking about starting one, now that I have some space, but I'm sure it's too late in the season to start this year. Well, that and I'm pretty clueless when it comes to that sort of thing." "I'd be happy to get you started. But, yeah, probably next year. You're more than welcome to help yourself to anything in my garden, though. God knows it produces ten times more food than I could possibly eat. Can't give it away fast enough once it really gets going." "Sounds good. Might have to take you up on that sometime." "I was planning on making spaghetti sauce from scratch tonight, mostly using just stuff straight out of the garden." "Wow, that sounds good." "You should come over for dinner. I'll have way more than enough food and it'd be nice to chat when I'm not so self-conscious over being sweaty and grimy." Self-conscious? Van wanted to say yes, since he was finding the woman to be friendly, engaging, and unassuming. The naked thing, however, was making him just a little bit reluctant, as if it hinted at a quirky side to her that he wouldn't find as appealing. "I'll even put some clothes on," she said teasingly, as if suspecting his hesitation. "Yeah, sure," he finally said. "That sounds great. Should I bring anything?" "Just yourself. Unless you're married, or have a girlfriend or something." "Nope, just me. And Earl." "Six o'clock good?" "Six. Looking forward to it. And nice to meet you." "Likewise." Van took Earl by the collar and started walking him back to the woods. He looked back once to wave goodbye and take one last look at Liz. There was something about her nakedness mixed with the sweat and dirt of hard work that was incredibly attractive to him. In some sense, it seemed to fit with the rugged individuality he'd sought in moving this far from the city. It might not have been quite how he'd envisioned it, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. Van regretted not asking Liz for her address earlier. Or a phone number. It was only later in the afternoon that he realized he probably wouldn't be able to figure out which house was hers from the street, leaving him with retracing his route through the woods on foot as his only option on the way to dinner. The early evening summer heat was leaving him sweaty and he'd already managed to scratch his legs a couple times on the thick brush. If this was going to be a regular thing, hiking to her house, he would have to consider cutting a proper trail. Finally, he reached her backyard. Many of the thoughts that had pervaded his mind all afternoon returned as the moment of truth was imminent. He had no idea if she was married. For that matter, she might have even have kids. Aside from a penchant for gardening in the buff, he really knew very little about her. He'd convinced himself to avoid getting his hopes too high that there could be a little potential for a relationship here. Van contemplated walking all the way around to her front door, but decided that she didn't seem like the sort who would hold him to such formality. Instead, he walked up to the back patio door and tapped on the glass. He didn't have to wait long as Liz appeared moments later to open the door for him. "Heya," she said, stepping aside to let him in. "Glad you could make it." "Thanks again for the invite," he said, stepping in and offering her a bottle of wine he'd brought along so as not to be entirely empty handed. "Figured I should bring at least a little something." "Great, thanks," she said, taking the bottle and carrying it to the kitchen which was adjacent to the living room into which the porch door had opened. As promised and to his relief, Liz was dressed, though hardly dressed up. She wore black, spandex shorts and a snug athletic tank top. It looked like she was ready to go to the gym. Without her hat on, he finally got his first good look at her hair; chestnut brown, short, and wavy almost to the point of being messy, though it worked on her. "Did you walk?" "Yeah," he said, looking around at the tasteful, country casual decor of the room. "Wasn't sure I'd be able to recognize the place from the front." "Oh, yeah, should've given you my address. Oops." "No worries. It's not too bad a hike." "Iced tea? Looks like you could use one. We can save the wine for dinner." "Sure." Van stood in the kitchen doorway and watched as she poured two glasses from a pitcher. Like the living room, the kitchen was tasteful and clean. Copper pots hung from hooks and baskets full of fresh vegetables sat on the red granite counter tops. Liz's environment only served to reinforce his impression of her as some sort of modern frontier woman. "Thanks," he said as he took the offered glass and drained half of it in one pull. "So, dinner's gonna be a while yet," she said. "Hope you don't mind. The sauce needs to simmer down some more before I can start the noodles." "No, that's fine. Smells great, by the way." "Thanks. So, you want the nickle tour of the house while we wait?" "Yeah. What little I've already seen is gorgeous." "It's more or less my dream house. Put a lot of myself in here, but still working on it. You've already seen the kitchen, which is of course the most important room in any home." "I'm going to guess that you love cooking." "Good guess," she said, smiling. Liz led him quickly through the rest of the house, which struck him almost more as a show home than a place where real people lived. Every room was tasteful appointed, neat and clean. It was pretty modest in size, with two bedrooms, an office, a couple bathrooms, and a den outside the rooms he'd seen on entry. Everything along the way pointed to her living alone. The tour concluded a few minutes later out in front of her house, looking at her flowering landscaping. It left him admiring her for the passion she clearly had for the house. And, at the same time, he felt guilty for having stalled out in the unpacking process of his own new home. "It's gorgeous," he finally said. "You said it was your dream house? Did you build it?" "Bought it, but did a lot of remodeling before I moved in. Was my first big retirement project, I guess you could say." "Retirement project?" Liz looked a little sheepish. "Yeah, sorta. I did pretty good for myself as an investor on Wall Street for about ten years, until I just couldn't take it any longer. Decided to cash out and get back to living a real life." "Wow, can't say I'm not a little jealous," he said. He had trouble stretching his imagination enough to envision her in a business suit, sitting in posh conference rooms in the heart of the financial world. "Well, I'm hoping that it was worth the loss of ten years of my life," she said, not without a little bitterness. "So far, so good." "So, investing didn't sit that well with you?" "The work was fine. I like numbers and the business side of things. Unfortunately, a lot of the other people in that industry are pretty shallow and uninteresting. Still can't believe I married one of them." "You're married?" Her tone had suggested it was probably no longer the case, but he thought he'd ask. "Went from first date to marriage to divorce in just under two years," she said with a rueful smile. "Thought I was doing the smart thing, following the life path of a professional. Marry, buy a nice house in an upscale neighborhood, kids, and so on. Turned out I wasn't being very true to myself. Kinda the same way he wasn't being very faithful to me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I think I needed to go through that to get to where I am today." "Texas?" "Happy." "Then I take back feeling sorry for you. That's great." "So, what about you? What brings you out into the sticks?" "Some of the same, I suppose. Felt like I was burning out trying to keep up with all my friends and associates and contacts. So, moved out here to have a good excuse to get some more time to myself. Unfortunately, I'm not retired." "Not many our age are. What do you do?" "I'm a writer. Mostly work freelance, writing articles for web-based news or interest sites. Some travel, some local interest, some news. I'm kinda all over the map, really." "Sounds interesting. You enjoy it?" "Yeah, actually, I do. The income could stand to be a little more consistent or better, but I'm doing well enough. And, luckily, I can do most of my work from here." "Nice." A clopping sound coming up the driveway interrupted their conversation. Van was a little surprised when he saw that it was an old man, replete with cowboy hat, jeans, and faded shirt, riding on horseback and waving at them. It was a sight he'd never have seen living in the city and he filed it in the back of his mind for a possible future story. Liz waved back. "Hey Clancy!" "Miss Liz," the older gentleman said before dismounting with practiced ease. "Van, this is Clancy. He and his wife live about a mile up the road. Clancy, this is Van. He's my new neighbor." Clancy shook Van's hand with a firm grip. Van already liked the man, simply from his easy smile and friendly demeanor. "Pleasure to meet you," Clancy said. "Likewise." "Was just over to deliver the young lady's eggs," Clancy said, retrieving a plastic bag from his saddle bag and handing it gingerly over to Liz. "Clancy's got chickens and keeps me well stocked with fresh eggs and even the occasional bird," Liz said. "And in return, I get to pawn off some of my spare produce. Speaking of which, I'll be right back with it." Liz went inside, leaving the two men alone in the front yard. "She's something else, isn't she?" Clancy said with a sly wink. "Just met this afternoon, but yeah, seems like a heck of a woman." "Just met, eh? Well, I'm sure you'll find she's full of surprises." "Already came across a couple of those." Van chuckled and Clancy nodded knowingly. Liz returned moments later, carrying two bags bulging with produce which Clancy struggled to pack away in his saddle bags. "I keep telling you that the wife and I can't possibly eat this much food," he said. "Share it, then," Liz said. "Well, you two have a pleasant evening," Clancy said, mounting back up. "Nice to meet you, Van." Liz and Van bade him a good evening and watched as he rode his horse at a nice, easy gait back down her driveway toward the distant road. Van inwardly chuckled at the simple barter system between neighbors and wondered how common such things were around here. It made him look forward to meeting more of the neighbors, in spite of the challenge that could be given the distances between houses. "Let's go see how dinner's coming along," Liz said and led the way back inside. Dinner, Van proclaimed repeatedly, was one of the finest meals he'd had in months if not years. Aside from the freshly made sauce, Liz had also tossed a fresh salad (everything coming from her garden), baked a loaf of bread, and even had some locally grown peaches sliced up to serve over ice cream. He was stuffed and content. Their conversation had been fun and engaging. Liz was smart, a little opinionated, and had a great sense of humor. She also had a wide range of interests, which meshed nicely with the breadth of his writing topics. As they finished up the last of the bottle of wine, Van finally summoned the courage to ask the question that had been bugging him all afternoon. "Okay, I may be stepping into dangerous territory here, but I have to ask a question," Van said. Liz smiled and leaned back in her chair. "Ask away." "Earlier, you said there was a good reason that you were, well, naked." "And you want to know the reason?" Judging by her expression, Van suspected that this wasn't a dangerous topic after all. Relaxing, he nodded. "Fair enough. I have a neurological disorder that causes the nerves in my skin to tend to be a bit overly sensitive. It's kinda like having a permanent, painful sunburn." "Ouch. I'm sorry." Liz shrugged. "Not your fault. I've had it so long, that I'm pretty used to it. Not to say that it doesn't still annoy the hell out of me sometimes." "So, I take it you're more comfortable without clothes?" "Exactly. The pain is worse with light pressure or when things move across my skin, and clothes do both of those constantly. Steady or firm pressure isn't as bad, which is why I tend to wear spandex when I'm forced to be dressed." "Wow. Now I feel bad. You're in pain, wearing clothes, just to ease my own discomfort." "Don't feel bad. I have to wear clothes enough anyway. It's not like I was able to go to school or work naked. At least here, when I have to get dressed, I'm able to go with something that's less irritating." "Still, I can't help feeling a little guilty." "I could tell you were feeling a little awkward when we first met this afternoon. Frankly, if you hadn't, then I'd probably have been worried enough not to invite you to dinner. No, I wanted this to be comfortable for you so we could, you know, focus on actually getting acquainted. I'm not so idealistic as to think that would be easy if I was lounging around naked." "True. Not that I would have complained or anything." "Well, duh. I've got a great body, after all." He couldn't help but laugh at how casually she could discuss the topic head on, and make light of the obvious challenges associated with it. She was making it easy to fall for her, though he had yet to determine if she was even remotely interested in that sort of a relationship. "Yes, you do. Who wouldn't want to see you naked?" "I could name a few," she said, her humor turning just a little sour. "Some people a little less than appreciative?" "Well, let's just say that some of my family and even a few friends haven't been quite as open-minded over the years. It's been a fine line to balance, and I've generally tried to keep from offending anyone." "I can only imagine. Well, look, now that I know your story, I want you to know that I'm totally cool with you wearing as little around me as you want. Can't say I won't ogle a bit, but I'll do my best to make it a non-issue." "Thanks. I really appreciate that. A lot of people say that, but don't always mean it. I have a good hunch about you, though." "I'm glad. Now, unfortunately, I should probably get around to calling it a night. I'm meeting an editor tomorrow morning over breakfast, and it's a b

Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 3

LUSTY LESSONS FROM BIBLE CAMP: PART 3. KURT AND MELANIE FIND OUT LOVE IS SIMPLE, LIFE, NOT SO MUCH. Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought [https://www.literotica.com/authors/LingeringAfterthought/works], in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Spring-2025/LustyLessonsFromBibleCamp3.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/Spring-2025/LustyLessonsFromBibleCamp3.jpg] Warm and safe, the love of my life inside me and wrapped around me, I slept the blissful sleep of the newly-deflowered. I dreamed I was running through the streets in a downpour, the water drenching me, but I was almost weightless and practically flew along on my swift bare feet without fear of harm. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was alone at the base of a majestic temple, a mountain of stairs leading to pillars that were shrouded in darkness. With barely a thought, I climbed the stairs and found myself at the top next to one of the stone columns. The darkness was alive, nervous, convincing me of things that were there and not there at the same time. I pressed my face against the stone pillar, its cold smoothness reassuring me that it had no surprises for me; it had no life. Then, out of the darkness, I heard footsteps approaching. The sound echoing on the stone edifices around me, it felt like the footsteps were coming from everywhere at once. I felt a slight tickle, a warm wiggling itch, begin to dance over the bare skin of the back of my neck. I bent my head back to rub it against my shoulder, but the itch only seemed to spread. The footsteps were closer, their finely shod sound crisp and perfect, but still impossible to locate. The pillar was real, so I held onto it more tightly, the comforting coolness seeping into me. The itch had spread over my shoulders and down my bare torso, but I told myself that it wasn't real. It couldn't hurt me. Then, an enormous hand was placed on the column by my head. Its size took up nearly all of my field of vision. Its skin was an angry red, festering blisters covering it. I closed my eyes, feeling the owner of the hand standing close behind me. I tried to breathe, but it felt like something invisible was slowly choking me. I felt hands curl around my hips, pulling them back from the column. I clung to it more fiercely, closing my eyes and telling myself it wasn't real. "You came back to me," a low crackling voice rasped behind me. I felt heat radiating from it, burning me where it held my hips, but it wasn't real. The thing behind me spread my legs further apart, stopping them from closing again with enormous hoof-like feet. It was just a bad dream, I told myself. I always woke up from these dreams before anything really hurt me. Then, I saw an enormous scabbed appendage appear between my legs, searching upward between my thighs, tickling me with its burning, brushing touches. My breath could only come into my lungs with a wheeze, desperately pulling it in, as if the air was thick and sludge-like. My eyes were closed so tightly, I was sure I couldn't open them again if I tried. I knew what was going to happen. The creature only had one purpose for me. I felt the appendage push into my opening, and with a jerk, it impaled me on its massive burning cock. My feet left the ground and it held me in front of it, thrusting into me again and again. Fire coursed through my body, burning, itching and stinging everywhere it went, as the being pounded himself into me again and again, roaring my name with each invading thrust, "Melanie! Melanie! Melanie!!!!" I awoke in a haze. I felt a mask pressed over my mouth and nose, pinching me. I tried to push it away, but my arms wouldn't move. "She's waking up," a man's voice said. "Melanie, can you hear me? We're taking you to the hospital. Squeeze my hand if you can hear what I'm saying." I became aware of my arms, wrapped against my body on a narrow stretcher bed. I squeezed the hand I felt holding mine. "Melanie, you're in an ambulance. Your roommate called 911 because you were having trouble breathing. We think you're going into anaphylaxis -- that you're having a severe allergic reaction. Do you have any allergies? Squeeze my hand once for yes, two for no." I squeezed the hand once, but I couldn't think how my allergy to balloons mattered. I hadn't seen any at the party; the party; the fountain; the rain; As I began to fall asleep again, I felt a jab in my thigh and heard the voice telling me more things, asking me questions that didn't matter. I slept. I woke again in a hospital bed to the sound of soft guitar music next to me, then I heard Kurt's voice singing barely louder than a whisper: I love lilacs and avocados, Ukuleles and fireworks. And purple ponies and walking in the snow, But you've got to know. You're the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. From the moment I first saw you, I knew, I knew it right away. I knew that you were the love of my life, Quite simply the love of my life. I love Lucy and pumpernickel bread, The Statue of Liberty and standing ovations. And falling into bed, But get it through your head. You're the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. You are the love of my life. From the moment I first saw you, I knew, I knew it right away. I knew that you were the love of my life, Quite simply the love of my life. You can drive me crazy, You can drive me anywhere. Here are the keys, Just do as you please. It may not always be easy, But you're the love of my life, My heart is riding on a runaway train. You are the love of my life, Through all the pleasure and pain. From the moment I first saw you, I knew, I knew it right away. I knew that you were the love of my life, Simply the love of my life. You are the love, The great love of my life. "Carly Simon;" I rasped when the music trailed off, my throat sore and scratchy. "I love that song." Kurt smiled and closed his eyes, nodding with a sigh of relief. "My mom sang it to me a lot when I was a kid. How do you feel?" I began to answer, when I heard noises outside the door. "She's allergic to balloons, but it's never been this bad before! How did this happen? I want to; " "Mrs. Palmberg, I'll need to talk with Melanie privately for a moment, if you could please wait in the lobby; " a woman's calm voice answered my frantic mother. "No! I will not wait in the lobby! I am her mother! She could have died! You're her doctor and I have a right to; " The doctor spoke even more quietly, "I agree with you. When she was under the age of 18, you were responsible for making all medical decisions and it was only appropriate that you be given all pertinent information. Now that she is an adult, though it may seem strange, we need to respect the laws that give her the right to privacy and allow her to decide upon her care and with whom we discuss her situation. Please, Mrs. Palmberg, this won't take long at all, but it would really help me treat your daughter if you could wait in the lobby. We will call you into the room the moment she asks us to." I heard my mother's annoyed hissing sigh, a sound I had learned to dread since childhood, then the sound of her stomping away. Embarrassed at the scene she had made, I looked up at Kurt and shrugged ruefully, but his eyes were far away thinking. "You're allergic to balloons;" he said, looking uneasy, almost stricken. The harried-looking doctor walked into the room before I could ask what was wrong. Kurt excused himself, squeezing my hand before he left. The doctor closed the door of the room before sitting down in a tall chair by a portable desk, reading the screen of her laptop. "I'm Dr. Christine Dahl, Melanie. I was on duty when they brought you in last night with edema, hives, and difficulty breathing. The EMT administered an epinephrine shot on route to the hospital, which probably saved your life. Your labs indicate you've had a severe histamine reaction. Do you know what you might have been exposed to that triggered it?" I had to think about what she was saying for a while before understanding her. She sat stiffly, staring at her computer as she spoke. She was using clinical terms instead of trying to use simpler words that most people would understand. It was obvious she was upset about something and was using the words as a wall. "Um; I only know that I'm allergic to balloons, but I didn't blow any up or even see any last night. Besides, they really only make my lips get swollen and a few blisters sometimes. It's not that bad. Nothing like this." "Were you exposed to any other materials that contained latex?" she asked, still not looking up from the screen. "I don't;" I said, not really knowing what she could be talking about. As far as I knew, I was just allergic to balloons. "Your reaction was indicative of a prolonged exposure to an allergen, most likely more than just skin contact. It is more indicative that the proteins of your allergen were introduced through an open wound," she said, raising her eyebrows as she talked to the screen in front of her. "Were you sexually intimate tonight?" she asked. Oh my God. I had just lost my virginity and now I had to talk about my girl parts with a doctor? Begging for a quick death, I stammered "I don't; understand what;" "Balloons are made from latex, a derivative of the rubber tree. You are allergic to latex which is used in many products, not just balloons," she said, angry for reasons I couldn't understand. "You should have been told this for your own safety when the latex allergy was discovered. This should have been addressed when you discussed birth control methods with your doctor. Hasn't your gynecologist ever discussed; " "I haven't; I don't have a; one of those doctors. Umm; my mom said that I didn't need to do that until after I was married," I stammered. Dr. Dahl closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, finally met my eyes, the anger in her face was slowly being replaced with something like pity. "Melanie, you were brought in with severe hives and swelling in the genital area. The reaction was mostly likely caused by contact with a latex condom." She watched and nodded briefly as the look of realization on my face and my attempt to disappear under the covers of the bed confirmed her suspicions. "There were also several lacerations; small cuts; in the area. Those can happen during sex that is vigorous, when there is a size difference between the partners, when a woman is not sufficiently aroused prior to penetration, or when the woman has not been intimate before," she said. "In this case, those lacerations are probably how the latex proteins were introduced into your bloodstream, causing the more severe anaphylactic reaction. You've stabilized, so we can send you home. I'm prescribing you an anti-histamine to use for the next week, a cream to use to relieve the hives, and two epi pens that you should keep with you if this ever happens again. In the future you will need to use polypropylene or other non-latex condoms. I would advise you to avoid lambskin, though, because they don't protect you from viral transmissions, such as HIV." The most uncomfortable conversation of my life continued for what felt like an eternity. I could barely bring myself to say the names of the body parts that would require creams and what to watch for as the swelling and hives went down. All I knew was that the horrible stinging burning sensation in my nethers would fade to itching and then eventually to a blessed normal feeling that I had not appreciated enough when I had it. Then, since Dr. Dahl took personal offense at being made to explain things to ex-virgins during the first few weeks of school "every goddamn year," she took it upon herself to give me the basics of female health and sexual responsibility, along with a handful of pamphlets that I would make certain my mother didn't get a chance to see. My parents drove me back to the apartment and offered again to bring me back home so they could care for me, which I refused repeatedly. "Look, it was just an accident," I assured them, "I'll know in the future to avoid surgical gloves when I have a cut on my lip," I lied, hoping they wouldn't notice that I could barely walk without discomfort. I kissed them goodbye in the street because Dad didn't want to pay for parking, and took my things up to the apartment. I entered, half-expecting to see Kurt waiting for me while Suki, my lifesaving roommate, flipped through TV channels faster than any sane person would, but it was silent and empty inside. There were no messages on my phone, making me realize that yet again Kurt and I had not exchanged contact information. Feeling bereft, I showered and went to bed, planning to look for a job the next day. The next morning, I padded out to the kitchenette and took a banana from the fruit bowl and made coffee. Suki was flipping through channels, giving each of the perky news personalities only a fraction of a second to pitch their shows to her. "Hey! You wanna watch anything; oh perfect for you! Itchy and Scratchy!" she said, putting the TV on The Simpsons. Tossing the remote aside, she walked up and leaned over the counter grinning while watching me putter around the kitchen. "So; how're ya feeling?" "Umm; better, thanks," I said, pouring her a glass of milk and mixing in some Ovaltine. "Thanks for; you know, calling for help, too," I said, putting the glass in front of her. "What happened? How did you; " I began. Suki snorted, "Mel, you were swollen, red, and wheezing in your sleep. You looked like a blood sausage. Mr. Six Used Condoms in the Empty Kleenex Box was nowhere to be seen. He came back with ice cream just after they'd taken you away," she said, putting her silicone straw into the Ovaltine and drinking half the glass. "Blood sausage isn't really red. It's more of a brownish black, actually," I murmured. "Uh huh;" she said, tilting her head to look at me sideways. "Yeah; cuz I really wanted to talk about blood sausage after all that. My virgin roommate bangs a guy she meets at a frat party six times, nearly dies, and then I have to throw the guy out again before her parents; " "Kurt came back here? He was at the hospital when I woke up, but he left when the doctor came and I didn't see him after that. What did he say? Why; " "Oh yeah, fuckboy showed up again, but he was completely blitzed. There was no way I was letting that mess in or cleaning up whatever he left. I told him to take a hike and call you when he sobered up. Are you really into that? I woulda thought you; " "He doesn't have my number, Suki! How am I supposed to; " I bit my lips and tried to calm down. It wasn't Suki's fault. Why would Kurt have gotten; whatever 'blitzed' meant; right after he left the hospital? How would we find each other again this time? I sighed, reasoning that Kurt knew where I lived, so at least he could show up at the apartment, now. We had shared an incredible night together. We were in love. I was sure I'd hear from him soon. But I didn't. I gingerly walked to the student union, always looking over my shoulder or craning my neck around corners, hoping that Kurt would be there, but he wasn't. I applied for a few campus jobs within walking distance that paid well enough and fit my personality. I picked up my used textbooks at the bookstore, but there was no sign of a lanky guy with kind eyes anywhere. I checked the student directory to see if I could find him that way, but there was no registration for Kurt Sorenson or Kurt Wyman. I returned to the apartment and invented reasons that I needed to be sitting by the window looking outside for the rest of the day. My newly deflowered mind came up with reason after reason for why Kurt didn't come to me, each of them belonging to the plot of a bad romantic comedy. I couldn't even plan my day because I was worried that I would miss him if he came to the apartment. I knew how pathetic I was being and it made me sick, but I just couldn't stop myself. There was nothing romantic about being vigorously deflowered and then left alone with nothing but your thoughts for days afterward. Other thoughts began to creep into my mind as the days passed without any sign of Kurt, thoughts that came to me in my mother's voice. Well, why would he come back? He got what he came for didn't he? Six times on the first date. Men never want you once they've had you, you know. It's just biology. He probably has quite a few other girls to visit before he gets around to you again; if he gets around to you again. They're probably thinner than you, too. After about a week of this, Suki staged a gentle intervention. "You've been sitting around here every day doing nothing while you're made up like a fucking supermodel and it's killing my dracaena trifasciata!" she yelled, waving at the plant I had moved to the floor from my window sill perch. "I thought that was plastic;" I mumbled. "It is!" she yelled. "You're killing a goddamn plastic plant with this bullshit! Now go wipe that stuff off your face, go to food services and work your way through a pint of frozen yogurt and find someone else to fuck like a normal person!" I had no reason to argue, much less any spirit, so I did. Makeup-less for the first time in 160 hours, I wandered over to the food services building, filled up the large cup with chocolate soft serve, put on all the unhealthy toppings, and sat down at a table alone. When the uneaten fro-yo had melted into a poop emoji in front of my unmoving eyes, Kurt's cousin Paul slid down next to me with a tray carrying two baskets of French fries. "Melanie, I thought I'd never find you. Look; " he cut off as another guy joined us at the table. Paul paused, then slumped back low in his chair, spreading his knees wide. "So uh, it was good to see you again at the party; you have a good time?" he asked, casually dipping a fry into my melting fro-yo. Confused at Paul's sudden change in demeanor, I just blinked at him, then nodded. I looked up at the other guy who met my eyes, smiled and nodded once, extended his hand to me which I took numbly. He shook my limp hand in a firm grip, said "Tim," and then sat down and began eating a tuna sandwich and reading something he'd written on a notepad. Paul's eyes darted to Tim and back to me, "So, uh, yeah; we should catch up sometime soon. We'll do some Netflix in my room. Your pick. Why don't you come by the house tonight?" he asked, leaning forward and stroking my back as he dipped another fry into the fro-yo poop emoji. I thought about the offer. I was a cast-aside slut. I was a used condom shoved in an empty tissue box. I didn't want to be seen. I didn't want to make awkward chit-chat with Paul. I just wanted to go back to the apartment and sleep for the next three years. "I; I have to study," I said, quietly. "Even better. You'll study, I'll pick the movie," he said, smoothly. Paul was always smooth. Tim looked up from his notes, looking darkly at Paul before he glanced at me and returned to his reading. "Besides, I think you forgot something at the party," Paul said in a low voice, rolling his eyes when I finally looked up at him, "something you probably miss;" he finished, pointedly. I blinked. Then, I blinked again. It finally occurred to me that Paul was trying to tell me something he didn't want Tim to know; probably something about Kurt. Kurt; who had fooled me into thinking I was everything to him and then made sure I knew I was nothing to him once the deed was done. Had I dreamed that he was at the hospital singing to me? Why had he even bothered coming? So that his signals would be good and mixed? Was that how guys got girls to eagerly fall into bed with them and still have low expectations for anything else? Still, a big part of me craved closure, even if it was only a pathetic lie to scoff at later. "Um; yeah, okay," I murmured. That night, as I walked to Paul's fraternity house, I heard Suki's voice in my head telling me that every other gang rape porn story begins with a naïve girl going into a frat guy's room to "talk" and that if I wanted to end the night sodomized and covered with bruises and cum, she'd introduce me to her cousin Romeo. Not that I had told Suki where I was going, because then she'd actually follow me down the street saying that stuff. I felt it in my bones that this was a bad idea. Why couldn't Kurt just tell me what was going on himself? Why not show me that little bit of respect instead of making his cousin tell me like a third grader? Why even bother doing it after a week of nothing at all? Then again, maybe it wasn't even about Kurt. Maybe he told Paul how stupid I was, and Paul thought I'd be easy to get into bed. I didn't want to have sex with Paul, though; not even if it would hurt Kurt for hurting me. I wanted to make love. That was the problem, I guess. That night, I was making love, but I didn't know I was just getting fucked.</

Tempting the Boundaries: Part 4

TEMPTING THE BOUNDARIES: PART 4 GUIDING A GROUP OF HORNY WOMEN ISN'T EASY. BASED ON A POST BY M STORYMAN X. [https://www.literotica.com/authors/m storyman x/works/stories] LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries4.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries4.jpg] I was kinda surprised when I got back. It didn't surprise me to see Tiffany and Tina in a sixty-nine on one of their air mattresses right in the middle of camp, but it was more of a surprise to see Beth lying on the ground with Kim eagerly licking her pussy. If I hadn't just had sex I probably would have instantly sprouted another erection. Sherrie and I put on more deet repellent to keep the bugs at bay, making sure to do each other's backs and back side parts, before sitting by the fire. We chatted about life, mostly hers, but some of the other ladies until Jill and Donna came back from the woods. It looked like Donna had been crying, but I kept my observation to myself. The other ladies finished their activities and we all ended up sitting around the fire talking. I seemed to be a frequent topic of conversation, why I was out here, why I was single, why I wasn't dating, why...well anything personal you can imagine. I finally broke down and spent fifteen minutes explaining why I was divorced and why I didn't feel like dating, finally putting that topic to rest. Lunch time came and we all ate pita pockets with summer sausage and cheese followed by some yogurt covered granola. I decided to let the ladies have the camp to themselves and headed out into the woods to find a comfortable place to take a nap. I found a large flat rock on the far side of the island that hung out over the water. The sun was going the right way and once sure that I wouldn't get scorched later, I lay down for a nap. "Now that's wildlife," a female voice said in my dream. "You said it. I wouldn't mind a late night encounter with that." Another said. "Oh yeah. Look at that hard-on. God I could just sit on that and ride it to heaven," the first one said. "At ease," s male voice said, clearly irritated. "You forget who's in the back of the canoe." "No I didn't. You wanna lay up there I'll ride you," the female voice said again. "Why would you want to fuck on a rock? It can't be comfortable." "Depends on the cock I guess," the female said with a giggle as the voices slowly faded from my dream. I woke some time later and wandered back to camp. As I got closer I heard voices that I didn't completely recognize. Most definitely I heard two male voices and quickened my pace, wondering if there were trouble with all the girls naked. God knows it could be a ranger or worse. I stepped into camp and saw two couples, what I expected were in their early twenties, sitting around the fire as naked as the ladies were. "Mike!" Kim called, noticing me stopped at the edge of the clearing. She walked over and took my hand, pulling me along. "This is our guide Mike. Mike, this is John and Amanda," she said, motioning to a couple sitting on one of the logs, Amanda a thin young woman with auburn hair and rather small tits, her partner John, slender but muscular, sitting with his hands between his legs to cover his obvious hard-on. "And Joe and Fran," she finished, indicating a bit stouter young man and a round figured young woman sitting beside him. She had brown hair, a tad of baby fat and huge tits. They were easily thirty-four or six double D or larger. "They planned on camping here, and didn't expect to find us. We figured they might as well stay, since we already talked them into joining us for nude day." "Yeah. I thought that was just a myth," Fran said, smiling at me. "Never figured I'd actually celebrate it! Hey, you're the guy on the rock, aren't you?" "Um." "Yeah. He is. Sweet looking boner out there!" Amanda said with a smile. "Fran here wanted to just pull over to the shore and climb on you." "I did not!" "Yes you did," Amanda kidded back as she stood up. "I'm Amanda." She said as she stepped toward me with her hand out. "Might as well get to know each other if we're going to share camp tonight." "Um. Hi. Mike," I answered a bit awkwardly. "Yeah, I heard that," she said, still not letting go of my hand and moving half a step closer. "The girls here tell me that you've been showing how to survive in the wilderness. Fishing, camping, even how to do a shower in the middle of the woods. We've been out for three days already. A shower would be really nice. I don't suppose you'd like to help me out with that, would you?" "There's still hot water in the pot," Jill offered. "I'm sure he'd be happy to help you out." "Um." "Oh Mike. You wouldn't want to offend our guests, would you?" Kim added with a crooked grin. "You can borrow my body wash if you want." "Um. Yeah. Sure," I finally said, releasing her hand and walking over to where the shower bag was lying across the top of the cook box. Kim held the bag while I poured the warm water into the bag and I capped it. By the time I had that done Tina was holding out a bottle of green body wash, which Amanda took. "So, which way?" "You sure you don't want to do this with your husband?" I asked. "Oh, he's not my husband. Just a friend," she said cheerfully. "I see," I said hesitantly. "So? Which way?" she asked again. "I guess this way," I answered, carrying the bag. She stepped next to me and looped her arm in mine. "Don't do anything I wouldn't!" Sherrie called after us. "And that means?" Amanda asked as we walked out of the clearing into the woods. "Oh. Not much." "Means she thinks we're gonna fuck, doesn't it?" "Yeah, sorta does." "You wanna fuck?" "Are you always this crude?" I asked with a frown. "Nope. But then it's not every day I walk naked through the woods with a guy I just met, that I saw lying on a rock with a huge hard-on. A hard-on incidentally that I wouldn't mind feeling inside me. So, we gonna fuck before or after the shower?" "Who said we were going to fuck?" "You don't want to?" "I don't even really know you," I answered honestly. "Good point. Let's see. I'm hot. I'm horny. I'm naked. I don't have any nasty little diseases. What more's to know?" "Not sure." "You know all the girls back there?" "A little." "Oh? For how long?" "A few days." "Uh huh. But you fucked them." "I guess I did." "But you don't wanna fuck me because you don't know me? Seriously?" "Seems a little contradictory, doesn't it?" "More than a little." "So what about, what's his name? John?" "What about him?" "Isn't he going to be upset if we fuck, as you put it?" "Why? Should he be?" "Well, if you're having a relationship with him." "I'm not. And no, the two of us aren't fucking." "Why not?" "Why not what?" "Why aren't you fucking him? I mean you're naked, he's naked. What's to stop you?" "He's gay," she said simply. "Well. I guess that explains that. What about the other guy? He gay too?" "Nope. Belongs to someone else." "Your friend?" "Pretty much. Kinda leaves me out in the cold doesn't it. So, wanna fuck now?" "If I do it's because I want to, not because I have some driving need to have sex. Seems like you do." "Been almost four months since I broke up with my boyfriend." "Long dry spell?" "Four months." "Why'd you break up?" "Caught him fucking my sister," she said with a shrug. "Yeah. Okay. I can see that one. I guess I'd break up too." "You married?" "Nope." "Girlfriend?" "Not unless you want to count one of the ladies back in camp." "So you're not cheating on anyone. Wanna fuck now?" "You don't give up easy, do you?" "Not with a hard-on like this one," she said reaching in front of me and grabbing my cock, which I hadn't even realized had gotten rock hard. I reached down for her wrist and pulled her hand off my cock. I pulled her arm and twisted her around while I bent over, aiming my shoulder into her stomach. I straightened up, looping my arm around her waist, her petite little body now slung over my shoulder. She gave a little screech of surprise as she settled on my shoulder. "What's this for?" "Because I felt like it," I answered as I angled through the trees toward the rock I had laid out on. "God damn. Feel like anything else?" she mumbled as she hung over my shoulder. I set the water bag down and stepped out onto the rock I had napped on. I lowered her light frame off my shoulder so she was standing on the rock in front of me. I sat down on the rock and lay down as I had been when I was napping. "Okay. You wanted to climb onto me when you went by. Now's your chance." "Oh hell yes!" she said with smile. She stepped across me and squatted down, her legs spread to give me a fantastic view up at her pussy. She had round full lips that barely showed any inner lip at all and a soft looking curly mat of auburn hair just above it on her mound. She squatted down, gently moving her pussy to rest on my hard shaft, positioning herself on her feet, her knees spread apart and her arms down between them to rest on my chest. I reached up to her small firm tits and pink nipples, closing my fingers around each hard nipple as she started to slide her wet pussy along the bottom of my shaft, trapped between her wet pussy and my own body. "Oh yeah. First I'm gonna get you all slicked up with my juices," she cooed as she started to slide her pussy along my shaft, her fat lips spreading to envelope the bottom side of my shaft. I watched her face as she dragged her pussy and clit along my shaft, slowly working herself more excited. Her strokes lengthened as she moved, her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. Her pussy lips spread around the head of my cock at the end of each stroke, little shudders and gasps slipping from her as she drove her clit over the crown of my cock. "Oh yeah. So nice. I bet you want me to put you in me don't you? God I can feel how hard and fat you are. Just sliding between my lips, feeling my hot pussy leaking all over you. Oh yeah. So fucking nice," she moaned as she rode herself down the length of my shaft and back again. "Oh yeah. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel your cock slide into my hot wet little pussy? Hmm I bet you do. Oh yeah. I know I do. I want to feel your cock push right into my hot little cunt. You ready? You want me to do it?" she asked no one in particular. She slid forward, her pussy sliding even farther over my head until I could feel my fat head find the entrance to her tunnel. She bent forward, her tiny tits almost touching my chest as she closed her eyes and pushed back. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," she mumbled as she pressed back against me, her small tight pussy trying to expand around me and accept me. She pushed harder, the pressure on my crowned head growing as she rocked her weight back more, tilting my cock upward as she continued trying to force herself over my head. Suddenly I slipped into her, a soft gasp slipping from her lips as she held herself over me, her pussy barely engulfing my head. I didn't force anything, even though my body was screaming at me to push. I waited, allowing her body to slowly expand and accept the long fat intrusion. Ever so slowly she let more weight down, my already slickened cock slipping deeper into her until I felt my head press against the end of her tunnel. "Damn you're fucking big," she moaned as she started lifting herself up my shaft. "And you're damn tight," I grunted, feeling her pussy try to pull my cock as she lifted herself, her tight walls resisting her motion as she tried to lift herself up my shaft. She moaned loudly as she slid down again, my cock bouncing against the end of her tunnel before she started up again. Over and over she lifted and dropped, her pace quickening as her body got more comfortable with the intrusion. "I'd say that I'll probably come pretty quickly, you being this tight and all," I grunted, feeling my cock tingle in all the right places. "Uh huh," she mumbled, her eyes still closed as she bounced herself up and down my shaft. "You want me to make you come first?" I asked quietly. "Uh huh," she answered, her pace never slowing. I slid one hand down from where they were resting on her tits, her hard little nipples pressing into my palms, and rolled my hand so that each stroke down drove her clit along the side of my finger. "Oh Fuck!" she squealed with the first stroke down the added sensation. "oh my god," she gasped with each stroke down my cock and finger. I moved my other hand and watched her little titties bounce each time she dropped, her cervix beating a rhythmic tattoo on my engorged head. Up and down she went, gasping and moaning in pleasure as my finger and cock stimulated her well beyond the beginnings of a climax. I could feel her pussy trying to clamp tighter around me, if that were even possible, as her legs trembled, upsetting her rhythmic coordination. "Shit! I'm coming!" she cried several octaves higher than her already high female voice. She sat on me, her legs and arms shaking uncontrollably as I stroked her clit with the side of my finger, her hips trying to rock in time with my strokes and her whole body flushed pink as she sat on me. "Oh god damn," she moaned as her body began to still. She once again started lifting and dropping on me. "God I love having a cock in me after I've come. I love how it feels and makes my whole body quiver inside. Oh fuck you feel good. So fucking good," she moaned softly as she lifted and dropped on me, her still occasionally spasming pussy teasing me closer to climax. "Shit. I'm gonna come," I warned her, giving her a chance to pull off or change what she was doing if she wanted to. "Do it. Fuck my hot cunt!" she groaned as she continued sliding on my shaft. "Ugh!" I grunted as my body spasmed moments later, forcing a gush of cum up into her. There wasn't a whole lot left to give after the day's events, but my body worked to give her every drop available, jerking and jumping inside her as my body bucked equally hard below her. She looked down at me with a grin, my cock still twitching inside her, and rolled her legs one at a time down to her knees. She leaned down over me, pressing her hard nipples to my chest and lowering her lips to mine. She kissed me softly and then hovered over my face, smiling down at me. "Thanks. That was one hell of a fuck." "You're welcome," I answered, sliding my hands from her thighs up to stroke her sides and firm skinny little ass. "I hope you enjoyed it too." "I did." "Even though you just met me?" "Pretty much," I chuckled. "Good. Now, about that shower?" "Yeah. Water bag's right up there," I said, motioning to the rocks over our heads where I'd set the shower bag. She looked up and saw the bag and the little bottle of green shower soap lying next to it. She pulled off of me, reaching for the hose of the bag and the soap, before sitting back down on me, trapping my now shrinking cock between us. With a grin she used the little nozzle to drizzle water over herself, letting it run down across my body as she still sat astride me. She closed the nozzle and squirted some liquid soap across her chest and set the bottle aside. "Well?" "Well what?" "You gonna watch or you gonna wash my tits?" "Given the choice? I'll wash," I answered, reaching up and rubbing my hands around her chest. She moaned softly as my hands massaged and teased her tits, her nipples still rock hard under my fingers as I washed down her firm stomach and down to her thighs. She lifted herself and allowed me to run my hand between her legs, washing her pussy and the cum still leaking from it. She grinned down and turned my hand over and used her hand to guide mine to wash my own cock while she giggled girlishly. She finally let go of my hand and used the tiny nozzle to dribble water over her shoulders again. I used my hands to rub the soap from her body, again teasing her nipples as I worked lower. I rolled my hand over and stroked her pussy, letting my finger drag across her still sensitive clit. She humped her pussy out at me, sighing softly before aiming the nozzle between us to rinse my cock off. "If showers in the woods were always this sexy I'd have one installed at home." "The neighbors probably wouldn't complain too much," I chuckled. "Oh trust me. That old fart would set up a telescope to watch," she giggled. "Now what?" "Well, as far as I'm concerned, nothing. It's not dinner time and at the moment the bugs are leaving us alone because of the breeze. I have a sexy woman sitting on me and sexy tits to look at, so I'm fine right where I am." "They're not sexy. They're way too small." "Small isn't bad. Just different," I said, reaching to her back and pulling her down toward me. I lifted my head to meet her body and gently sucked one of her still hard nipples into my mouth. "Oh damn," she moaned as I teased her hard nub, swirling my tongue around and around the protrusion, using the tip to tease her puckered areola. "Glad you like it," I said as I switched from one to the other. "Oh yeah. I like it just fine," she mumbled as I drew the other nipple into my mouth. Before long her hips were rocking on me again, trying to grind her clit into my softened cock. "I don't

Tempting the Boundaries: Part 3

TEMPTING THE BOUNDARIES: PART 3 GUIDING A GROUP OF HORNY WOMEN ISN'T EASY. BASED ON A POST BY M STORYMAN X. [https://www.literotica.com/authors/m storyman x/works/stories] LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries3.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TemptingBoundaries3.jpg] Dinner was macaroni and cheese, sliced summer sausage and granola. While it was filling, I really never quite learned to enjoy the reconstituted meals. As a result, I planned on going out to see if I could catch a few fish to add to our pantry. It was a good thing too, since the topic of conversation quickly devolved into sex and what each of them might enjoy doing with or to me. I managed to stay out until dark, cleaning the fish by firelight as the ladies watched, putting them in plastic bags and tucking them in the rocks in the cold lake water before retiring to bed. Through the thin tent walls I could hear them chatting about each other's boyfriends or husbands, comparing notes on how well they were endowed or how well they did certain things. I'd often wondered if women talked about that kind of thing, and at least within this group, it seemed they did. I couldn't quite help but get turned on at the discussion of exactly how each of them liked to be licked, sucked or fucked, my cock rock hard and sticking out the top of my briefs as I lay there listening. I couldn't help but push the front of my briefs down and lay there stroking my rock hard cock slowly as Sherrie described in detail how her husband loved to lick her pussy until she was about ready to blow all over his face, and then push his big black cock into her pussy and pump her until she came at least twice on him. "Oh fuck yeah," I heard Kim moan as Sherrie described the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, his fat head teasing her tunnel and pushing her toward that first climax with long slow strokes. I suddenly began to wonder if the ladies were playing with themselves, and was about to move to where I could look out the tent door and see when I heard Kim climax, several of the ladies giggling and egging her on as she moaned and cried in pleasure. "Now that's what it's about. Getting a really good fucking," Sherrie said with a soft feminine chuckle. "Were you thinking about my husband pounding his cock in you when you came? Or someone else?" "Someone else," Kim panted. "Most definitely someone else!" "Bet we can guess who," someone said with a giggle. "Yeah well, I'm not the only one with their fingers in their pussy, now am I?" "Not hardly," I heard Tiffany giggle. "I have half a mind to go over and climb into that tent with him and ride his cock until he turns into a geyser in me." "You might need to stand in line," Sherrie said. "Because I'm so fucking horny right now that I'd beat you to it." "You wouldn't!" I heard Kim say, still a little breathlessly. "I mean you're married." "So? Like you're gonna tell him?" "Not me," Kim answered. "I dare you to," I heard Tiffany say. "I dare you to strip right now and go over and fuck him." "Seriously?" "Uh huh. I don't think you have the guts to do it." "Oh I have the guts to. Maybe I just don't want to." "You know, Sherrie, I've heard you talk a great story about how you ride your husband in the car, in the back yard, even in that restaurant that time. I'm starting to think it's all bragging. I dare you to go fuck him until he comes, or you do." "And if I do?" "Then tomorrow I'll stand here and you all can watch him fuck me." "Tiff. Seriously?" I heard Beth ask in surprise. "You'd really do that?" "Hey, I'm not totally averse to cocks. Just cocks on assholes, which constitutes most men. Besides, she's not really going to go do it," Tiffany answered. "I could," Sherrie shot back. "But you won't. I've known you for five years. You're all talk and no do. Remember that camping trip we all went on a couple years ago? You couldn't even fuck your husband in the tent because you were afraid we'd hear you," Tiffany said with a laugh. "Yeah, we heard him trying to coax you to, and you refusing. No way you're going to go fuck Mike." "Well, I hope you enjoy your fucking, because I'm sure as hell going to enjoy mine!" I heard Sherrie say. "God she is!" I heard Beth say a few moments later over what sounded like rustling nylon. I heard the crunch of gravel coming toward the tent and quickly pulled my briefs up over as much of my cock as I could and closed my eyes to pretend to be sleeping. I heard the zipper pull down and felt as much as heard her climb into the tent. She bumped against me several times as she twisted herself to zip the tent closed and keep the ever present mosquitoes out. "You don't have to pretend to sleep. I know you're awake," she whispered as she crawled across me in the dark tent, the only illumination being the moonlight and firelight filtering through the two layers of green nylon. "How'd you know?" "Half your hard cock is sticking out. Pretty obvious," she whispered back as I felt her hand push my underwear down. I lifted my ass off the sleeping bag I was lying on to allow her to push them down further. Her warm hand closed around my hard shaft and gently stroked it, rubbing the pre-cum drooling from the tip around my head. "Feels like you're ready to go already," she whispered, lowering her face toward mine and finding my lips after two missed attempts. Her hot lips sucked and teased mine for long seconds while she moved her body around above mine. I felt my head rub between hot wet lips, her juices quickly covering my head as she teased her clit with my shaft. "I'm glad you're ready, because I know damn well I am," she said quietly as she pushed down on me, my cock slowly being engulfed by her hot wet pussy. "Oh fuck," she moaned softly. "Lots better than my fingers!" "Been playing with yourself?" I asked. "For about the last half hour. Pretty much all of us have," she whispered as she started to lift and lower herself on my cock, each stroke pushing a little more of me into her as her wetness spread on my shaft. I slid my hands up her body and cupped her tits, which were surprisingly large. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my palms as she shook her shoulders, wiggling her hanging tits in my hands. "I take it you like tits?" "Uh huh." "Well, how do you feel about fucking lots of hot cunt?" she whispered in a somewhat deep voice. "Because tomorrow you're gonna get to fuck all the hot wet cunt you want," she moaned softly, her hips bouncing up and down, driving her pussy on and off my shaft more quickly. "That right?" "Uh huh. You gotta do Tiffany first though," she grunted as she bounced her ass harder, driving me into her with more force, her thighs slapping softly against mine. "Oh fuck me baby. Fuck my hot wet cunt!" "You like dirty talk?" I whispered questioningly. "Uh huh. I love it when my husband calls me a dirty little slut," she moaned quietly. "Well, you are a slut. Crawling in here and riding my fat cock! If you're gonna fuck me, you better do it good slut! You better make me cum deep in your dirty little cunt!" "Oh fuck yeah. Oh god damn yeah. Let me fuck you until you come. Let me feel your hot cum squirting deep into my dirty little cunt," she moaned louder. "Oh shit. Your fat cock is going to make me come. Oh god damn! Oh shit shit shit!" she cried loudly as her whole body started to shake and tremble. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her climax spasming deep inside her and gripping my rock hard cock as she slammed herself down hard on my body, grinding her pussy against me. "Oh fuck!" she cried loudly. "God I want you to pound your cock into me. I want to feel you banging into me from behind." "Well, there isn't a hell of a lot of room in here for that, but I have an idea," I whispered, coaxing her to pull up off of me. There wasn't much light, but my eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness to make out her general form. I scooted gently to the side and then moved to all fours next to her. I put my arm out and coaxed her to lie down by pressing on the middle of her back. With a grin to myself I crawled on top of her, my legs inside hers as she pushed hers as far apart in the tight confines as she could. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it between her ass cheeks, letting my cum-slicked cock rub around her rosebud a few times, drawing a moan from her lips. "That's it baby. Fuck me in the ass," she moaned. "Not now. I have a dirty little cunt to fill first," I whispered as I pushed my cock lower, finding her wet pussy lips and pushing my head between them. I felt my head engage in her tunnel and then pushed slowly into her, feeling her tightness increase as she felt my cock invade her vaginal tunnel again. I held myself over her, my hips slapping into her full round ass with each stroke I made into her. In and out I went, drawing my cock two thirds of the way out before jamming it hard back into her again, my hips like a piston engine, driving myself into her over and over. "That's it. Use my cunt. Come in me and fill me with your hot cum!" she moaned loudly, her ass trying to lift back at me as I plunged into her, my hips slapping against her ass and pushing her back down with each stroke. "Oh my god. I can feel you getting bigger. Jesus. That's it baby! Fuck my hot cunt! Oh Fuck Me!" she screamed as she lay face down on my sleeping bag, her pussy clenching me as she shook and jerked below me, my strokes apparently pushing her to another quick orgasm. "Here it comes," I grunted as my body jerked, jamming my cock deep into her pulsating pussy, surging a gush of cum into her pussy. My body bucked half a dozen more times, adding more to the load I'd pumped into her before I lay on her back, feeling her sweaty skin against mine as we both looked to catch our breaths. "Oh baby. That was fucking perfect," she cooed, turning her head to kiss me on the cheek as she lay under me. "Glad you think so, because I was getting horny as hell listening to you guys out there," I panted. "Good. Because we got that way too," she giggled. "You know, we may have to do this again tomorrow, just so I can see you fucking me. I've never been fucked by a white cock before." "I've never fucked a black pussy before," I chuckled. "First time for everything." "I guess," she answered as I softened enough to slip from her pussy. I rolled off of her onto Jill's sleeping bag and felt Sherrie move over toward me. She gently kissed me on the lips before turning around to unzip the tent. She crawled out and left me lying there as she walked away. "So, sounded like you did," I heard Tiffany say from the fire. "Oh, I did!" I heard Sherrie say as her feet crunched in the gravel. "I'll prove it." "Damn Sherrie!" I heard Kim say a few moments later. "Really?" "Fuck yeah. She likes to eat pussy, might as well let her lick his cum from me, since she's gonna be getting it in hers tomorrow." "With that, I'm going to bed," I heard Jill say quietly. Moments later the tent door unzipped and Jill crawled in. She turned around to zip the tent closed and I grinned to myself. Before she could turn back around I grabbed her hips and held her in place. "Back up a bit more." I coaxed quietly. "Oh?" "Uh huh. My cock may be deflated, but my tongue still works," I whispered, as I coaxed her a little farther back and then lifted her leg so I could scoot between her legs. I held her firm round ass and pulled her lower, smelling her arousal and more than ready to taste her juices. "Oh fuck," she moaned softly as I pressed my tongue between her lips, tasting just how wet she was. I licked slowly up her wet lips, spreading them with my tongue as I stroked closer to her tunnel entrance and her rosebud. I felt her rock her hips toward me as I licked down farther, running my tongue out the end of her slit, barely stroking the little sensitive spot between her pussy and ass. "Oh my god," she whispered as I used my tongue to flick across her clit, making her whole body jerk at the sudden race of sensations. Her hips rolled and pushed toward my face as I worked her clit, stroking and circling it with the tip of my tongue. "oh lord yes!" I licked along her wet lips again, feeling her roll her hips to coax me deeper between her lips, her body clearly enjoying the sensations. I pulled my tongue out again and tilted my head to get her clit again, starting another long slow stroke. "God I wish your cock was hard," she moaned softly. I slid one hand around her ass and pressed my thumb between her wet lips, feeling for her tunnel while my tongue teased her clit, making her push her hips toward my face and try to grind against me. "Oh Fuck!" she gasped suddenly as my thumb pushed into her. "Oh my god yes." "Sounds like Jill is getting some anyway," I heard one of the ladies around the fire say. "Yeah. And he was sleeping with her because she was the most mature and least likely to take advantage of the situation?" "Trust me. I'm more than sure he's the one taking advantage," I heard Sherrie say breathlessly. "Fuck girl! You're gonna make me come all over your face." "Good!" I heard Tiffany answer. "Oh fuck yes," Jill moaned, drawing my attention back to her. She was clearly going to climax any minute, her hips rocking and bucking as she tried to grind her clit into my chin and tongue, my thumb pushing in and out of her in slow even strokes that seemed to make her writhe in front of me even more. "Oh god! Oh GOD! Oh Fuck!" Jill screamed loudly just before her body jerked and bucked, her pussy gushing juices over my chin until they dribbled down my neck. Her whole body was trembling and jerking as she climaxed, her face lowered to my thigh as she panted for breath. "oh fuck," she sighed as I pulled my thumb from her pussy and let her roll off of me to lie on my sleeping bag with her feet at the wrong end of the tent. We lay there for several minutes before she moved around to face the right way in the tent, curling up against me and resting her head on my shoulder. "God damn you're good with your tongue and your cock," she whispered. "Glad you think so." "Oh I know so," she giggled softly. "Hey, before we go to sleep, I gotta go pee." "Sure," she said, letting me get up. I looked around and found my underwear. "You might as well not put those on." "Why's that?" I asked. "You'll see," she whispered with a smile. I unzipped the tent and then crawled out, looking at the camp fire and seeing a mass of naked bodies stroking, licking and sucking each other. "I see," I answered as I walked toward the trees. Kim saw me and got up from where she was sucking on one of Donna's tits and walked toward me. "Need help?" she asked with a grin as she walked up to me. "No. Just gotta pee," I answered. "That's okay. I don't mind," she said as she stepped in front of me. She pushed my hand from my cock and grabbed it herself, stepping up to press her body against mine, my cock now pressed between her legs as she closed them around me. "Go ahead and pee," she whispered. "It'll get all over you." "Uh huh. I know. I'm gonna pee too," she whispered as she reached both arms around my neck and pulled my face down to her. "Just let it go sweetie. Trust me." I felt her lips against mine and wondered how the hell I was supposed to pee with her making my cock hard between her legs. I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling my half hard cock pushing against her wet lips. I felt my pee start, squirting mostly out behind her as we stood there. Moments later I felt warmth around my cock as she peed on and around my fat cock, inexplicably making me even harder. I could feel her start to rub her pussy on my shaft, stoking me between her legs, my cock half enveloped by her spread lips. "You must like that. You're getting damn hard," she cooed softly, as she held her arms around my neck and pressed her small tits and rock hard nipples into my chest. "Oh yeah. You like this a lot. So do I. Can you feel my clit rubbing on your fat shaft? Um, your cock is so wet and hot from my pee. I can still feel some trickling down my legs. Oh yeah sweetie. You're so big and hard. Are you going to come for me? I want you to spray it all over me. I wanna feel you squirt your cum all over my body," she mumbled as she rubbed herself along my shaft. "Oh yeah. Getting so fucking close. You feel so good between my legs." "You want it in you?" "Only if you promise to cum on me and not in me." "I think I can promise that," I answered her quietly. She grinned up at me and lifted one leg, hooking it around my waist, loosening one arm from my neck to reach down between us. I felt her grasp my cock and pull it up as she rocked her hips and tilted her waiting tunnel toward my engorged head. "Oh my god," she mumbled. "I don't know if it'll go in." "Damn," I grunted as she tried to push herself down on me, my head trying to spread her wide enough to allow me into her. I felt her slowly stretching, her entrance widening as she tried to force me into herself. The pressure on the crown of my head spread outward, finally almost popping into her, only about two inches of me sinking into her before she gasped and stopped pushing. "Easy baby. Easy," she cooed as much to me as to herself. She eased back off of me slightly and then pressed again, pushing on another half inch or so. "Fuck you're big. No wonder Beth loved fucking you." "I didn't know anyone knew." "Yeah. I saw you two going at it by the side of the lake the night before we came out," she grunted as she continued choppy little strokes to work me deeper into her. "Oh fuck," I grunted, reaching down for her and cupping her tight little ass cheeks in my hands. I lifted her, her other leg wrapping around me as I shifted how we were aimed, more of me slipping into her incredibly tight tunnel until my head was pressed to the end. At least two inches still stuck out between us, but at that point I didn't care. I bounced her gently, using my hips to bounce her in the air, sliding off my sha