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We are sitting around the campfire long after all the other campers have gone inside their RVs. The fire has died down to just embers. I am getting sleepy after a long day of fun in the sun and lean my head on his shoulder, running my hands softly up and down his thigh, going just a bit higher with each caress, until my hand brushes his cock and I feel it instantly get hard. This encourages me to be bolder as I start rubbing and massaging his cock harder through the thickness of his jeans.

He growls, “Come here,” as he reaches down, grabs my hand, and pulls me towards him. I climb onto his lap and straddle his hips, grinding my pussy against the hardness of his cock. He pulls me forward and nuzzles my neck, kissing his way up to my ear; I feel his hot breathe and I inhale sharply as he moves his mouth to mine. His mouth takes possession of mine as I feel his hands slide up under my shirt and caress my back.

I moan as I feel one hand slide around to cup a breast, his thumb rubbing roughly against my nipple, instantly making them both hard. He moves his mouth back down my neck as he lifts my shirt and takes a nipple in his mouth. I feel myself getting wetter and I grind against his hard cock. He reaches down between our bodies and rubs me through my jeans. I moan loudly and grind myself harder into both his cock and hand.

He moves is mouth back up to my neck and then my ear as he says, huskily, “Baby, let’s go inside.” Reluctantly, as I don’t want to move, but knowing something better is about to happen, I slide off his lap. He grabs my hand and eagerly but gently pulls me inside.

He sits on the edge of the bed with me standing before him. He says, “Baby, take off your clothes for me, I want to see you.” Shyly I slip off my top and bra; self-consciously I turn my back to him. I slip out of my jeans, bending forward displaying my ass as I bend to slide the jeans down my legs; I am sure he can see the wet spot on my pink panties. A spot he had created as we sat outside around the campfire just a few moments ago.

I hear a sharp intake of breath, and turn to look at him, still in my panties. He has moved up the bed and has removed his shirt, his jeans are still on but he has unzipped them. “Damn,” I think as I drink in the site of him, reclined against the pillows, “God, he is so sexy.” My eyes travel down his chest, following the line of hair that gets thicker, my gaze moving down his happy trail, my eyes landing on his treasure; his hard cock that he now has in his hand.

I crawl onto the bed, still in my panties and take his cock in my hand, lowering my mouth over it. I have wanted this cock in my mouth ever since the first time I had seen it. I could not wait to taste it, feel it throb as I bobbed my head up and down; I wanted to lick the pre-cum off the head as it formed a pool there. I ran my hands up his chest loving the feel of his chest hair, rough yet silky against my hand.

I bring my hands down to grip his cock. I stoked it with both my hands and mouth, taking it in as deep I can, hitting the back of my throat as feel my gag reflex kick in and my eyes water. I continue sucking and licking his cock, stroking it’s hard length in my small hand as I reach down to suck first one ball sack then the other into my mouth. Swirling my tongue down to his dirf and back up over the length of is hard cock, flicking my tongue over the ridge as I move to take the head back into my mouth, licking the pool of pre-cum that has formed there.

After a few minutes, he pulls me up, grabs my head, and kisses me deeply. He rolls me over so I am on my back and he is on top. He reaches down and cups my wet pussy through my panties in his hand. I reaches back up, slides his hand down the waistband, and rubs my clit, sliding a finger in my wet pussy.

I inhale sharply as his mouth moves to take first one nipple then the other in his mouth; his fingers still working on my clit and pussy. I arch up against him as I feel the shudder of my first orgasm. He brings is hand to my mouth and rubs his fingers across my lips and I open my mouth the taste myself on him. He leans and kisses me. He kisses down my neck and says, “Damn baby, you taste as good as I knew you would.”

He slides off me, reaches down, yanks off my panties, and slides his jeans and boxer briefs off. I reach to take his cock in my hand but he moves my hand away as he grabs his cock and guides it to my pussy. He rubs the head against my clit and down the slit; then I feel him pushing in. Slowly at first, letting my tight, warm wetness envelope his cock.

He continues to slowly stroke his cock, siding it slowly in and out of my pussy. I wrap my arms around his waist and bring my knees up to open wide for him. I raise my hips to meet each stoke, wanting more of him. He starts to trust harder and I feel the impact of out pelvis meeting, rubbing my clit against him. I feel another orgasm and ride the crest of it as I hold on tightly to him as he starts to hammer away my pussy.

As I come down from the orgasm, he removes his cock and I groan, “I am want more,” I think to myself. However, he is not done either, he flips me over so I am on my knees, he pushes my head and chest against the mattress, leaving my ass in the air for is viewing. He leans back for a moment taking in the site.

I glance behind me to see what is taking him so long to continue where we left off. As I glance back I feel the sting of his hand on my ass, and then another. Making me gasp as the suddenness of it. “God, baby I have wanted to see that ass jiggle as I spank you, since the first time I saw it. I love how my hand make it red, leaving my mark on you.”

I groan in ecstasy, he knows what I like. After all those long, lonely nights with me horny and wanting some cock, but us miles apart, with only our online conversations to fuel or desire. Those conversations have led to this moment. He gives my ass another smack and then pauses. I again glance back at him, “Please,” I say, as I arch my back and push my ass back towards him, encouraging without words for him to continue. I needed his cock back in me, now!

“Please, what?” he says to me. As he rubs the head of his cock against my pussy. Sliding it up and down the slit, teasing me, wanting to hear me beg for it. He is waiting for me to ask for it, this is the whole reason for this visit this weekend, this random hook up. “Come on baby tell me what you want. I know you want to say it. Don’t be shy, come on. Tell me! Say it or this is done.”

I know he cannot mean it, but still a part of me thinks, “OH god, he can’t just stop and leave me all aching for more.” Mustering up the courage to say it, I say, “Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck me, make me your whore. I need your cock now and I need it hard and rough.”

With that, he slams his cock back into my pussy. I give a sharp cry out at the sudden roughness of his cock filling my pussy. I feel his balls with each stroke in slam against my clit. He reaches down and around rubbing my clit roughly, as he continues to fuck me. My body starts to shake as I feel another orgasm coming, but he stops and with his cock still buried in my pussy, and I feel his thumb rub the bud of my asshole, sliding down to my pussy to get it all lubed up. Then he slides it in. He slowly fucks my ass first with his thumb then, a finger then two. He slides his fingers out leaving me spread and relaxed wide open and ready for his cock.

I feel his cock slide out and posed at the opening, I push my ass back and he stops me with a hand on my waist. “No,” he says, “Tell me.”

I give a groan in frustration, “Fuck my ass. Please,” I beg.

I feel his cock as he slides his hard length into my tight opening. He stops and gives me a moment to accommodate him. Then he slowly pulls out and stops, and then slides it back in. I give a moan, both from pleasure but also a little from the pain of taking him fully into me. He continues to slowly fuck my ass, gradually picking up speed, as I slide my hand to my clit and rub it hard. The harder and faster I rub my clit the harder and faster he fucks my ass. His hands on my hips pulling me back hard as he sinks his cock into my ass.

I start to moan loudly, crying out, “YES! Fuck me….oh god I am going to come. Yes, yes, yes.” Then I explode in the best orgasm ever.

I feel him pull out and rub his hard, throbbing cock along my crack as he comes all over my back and ass. He taps his cock against my ass a few times, as the last of his come pumps out over my still red ass cheeks.

We collapse side by side on the bed, me now down on my stomach as I feel his come run down to the small of my back. I reach out, run a hand across his heaving chest, and say a little breathlessly, “God that was… good. Oh hell that was better than good… it was amazing.”

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When we went out to Tony’s car I knew I should be wearing more. It is real cold in the middle of February in a top and shorts. I got in the back of the car and shivered until the car got warmer. We drove right down into Gosport and parked in a car park. Tony and Bob got out, and told me to. I did and was cold right off. “I’m cold and I look stupid dressed like this” “You look ok Carl, really and if anybody asks I’ll just tell them you have been for a run. You’re still red and hot...

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Maybe Im Gay CHapter 3

After my last time in the bushes with Tom I used my finger every time I had a wank. I had to use my middle finger and then I never found the place every time, but when I did it was just awesome. Tony used to send me txt’s at bedtime and like tell me to do stuff as I was wanking and I got real horny doing it. I had to use some of my pocket money to buy tissues and in the morning I put the ones I had used in my school bag and then put them in the school toilet. I didn’t want my folks finding...

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Maybe Im Gay Chapter 2

After what had happened in the wood I couldn’t get it out of my head. The guy sent me txt msgs now and then, especially at the time I was going to bed; and got me all horny. When I was having a wank I just thought about being sucked off and his fat dick. I was like getting stressed I might be getting gay. I heard older guys at school talking about their girlfriends giving them blow jobs and so maybe I wasn’t, it was just I had a blow job from a bloke instead of a girl. It didn’t really...

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Maybe I Gay Chapter 1

I was 14 when this happened, not long after my 14th birthday. I’d found out about wanking a year ago and did it a lot thinking about pics I saw in the Sun and Sport newspapers, and girls at school. I never tried anything with guys at school cos in my school just like being THOUGHT you might be doing gay stuff is to get beaten up. I look a bit geeky anyway with my braces. I just had loads of wanks on my own. I’m not a geek I play football and cricket and swim, but I’m not too bad at school...

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Maybe Next Time

          I felt a surge of anger go through me then. I wasn't just a thing. I was a 'someone.' Who does he think he is? "I'm not just a 'thing' that you can have because you want it," I snap, shrugging the pleasant warmth of his hands off. "I'm not a trophy. I'm not a thing. And I don't think you're getting how much I hate you."             He grasps me firmly by the waist then, gently grinding himself against me, turning me on slowly, somehow knowing I like it when he takes it...

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Maybe I Missed Her Call

****************************************************************************************************************** She's my best friend Rose I keep thinking about her over the past few months. She's a beautiful tan skinned 22 year old woman who has green eyes full peachy red lips, very long black hair, a slim waist, 32b breasts I'm too afraid to think of, a round ass, and she most beautiful laugh i've ever heard. We've been friends since we were about 12 but she moved away...

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Maybe I Missed Her Call

Introduction: Joseph keeps thinking about his best friend Rose, and one night she doesnt call him…. Be nice its my first story and theres alot of teasing and kissing so if your not into it look elsewhere. This is written by a women in the point of view of a man, somting a little diffrent, please enjoy!!!! ****************************************************************************************************************** Shes my best friend Rose I keep thinking about her over the past few...

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Maybe Lovers

Maybe Lovers She leaned forward slowly, so slowly that it seemed that she was moving in slow motion. This gave me the opportunity to gaze at her, her face, her closed eyes with her lightly covered eye-shadow that complimented her skin, her tone, and she moved forward, still. Her hair was swept over to the right side of her forehead parting just past the middle, falling down each side of her face, beautifully framing her delicate features. She looked totally ravishing and, if I thought this,...

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Maybe not out of Reach Part 1

Knocking on the office door, I waited for Williams response. I wasn’t looking forward to bringing his documents to him. They were all trashed because of that pathetic printer. The fight I had with it was evident by the toner marks all over my white blouse. Thank god it didn't touch my skirt, I’d never have gotten the marks out of this linen weave. Well, at least he can re-print. If I had my way, that machine would be thrown out in the next trash unit. I never understood why he refuse to...

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Maybe I was wrong Part 2

Maybe I was wrong - Part 2 Chapter 1 - This chapter is told from Rahul's perspective As I held my brothers arm and walked towards the party's venue, I couldn't help but notice my French tipped nails. Here I was a seventeen year old boy, dressed like a girl and looking gorgeous at that, and heading to a party with my brother and my mother in Goa. The last two years were the worst of my life - I had lost my dignity, freedom and I did not know what direction my life was taking. The...

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Maybe I was wrong Part 4

Maybe I was wrong - Part 4 Ridhi reminiscing about the last two years - tying up the open ends As I sat for my haircut, I did not know to what extent my life was about to change. Rose, my mom's salon lady, who often came home to do my mom's hair, nails, waxing and facials, was going to give me a haircut. Since I had not had a haircut for the last year and more, I did not mind and since I was not allowed to leave the house for the time being, this was a good opportunity to clean up a...

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Maybe Im Crazy

Crystal was in the office cafeteria getting her morning cup of de-café and trying to choose between a shot of peppermint and a shot of gingerbread syrup. Not that she needed the extra sugar from either but it would be the most pleasant decision of her day and she was at the age where she took pleasure where she could find it. The cafeteria had recently upgraded adding the flavored syrups to the coffee array and new décor and piped in music. Just in time for the holidays. Crystal put in a shot...

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Maybe Bendy Straws Would Work Too

Lauren's arms were a little uncomfortable stuck above her head and her legs wouldn't come together. Cotton filled her mouth. 'Did I drink last night?' she thought. 'No, I'm on assignment.' Her eyelids felt glued together. It really was cloth in her mouth. She shook her head a bit as she pulled her eyes open and tried to spit whatever it was out. A painted nymph stared back at her instead of the trees she expected. She shut her eyes again and shook some more. The picture of the nymph...

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Maybe SomedayChapter 5

Over the next two weeks, my brother and I didn't do much as far as sex went. We kissed once in a while, but didn't repeat our session in the shower. Kevin started driver's training and was gone during the day. Sandy and I sunned topless and even went skinny dipping a few times. We talked about our brothers and the things we'd like to do with them. I asked her if she and Paul had gone all the way yet and she said they hadn't. She also told me I would be the first to know if they did. My...

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Maybe Mom Should Do It TooChapter 3

The next two days were torture for Jennifer. Aghast at her own behavior, she had run to her bedroom and cried for what seemed like an eternity. It was only after she calmed down, showered and redressed that she could emerge from her room. The thing she dreaded most was seeing Ryan. She didn't know what she would do or say, how she would apologize, what he must think of her. Thankfully when Jennifer came downstairs, she found her son had gone out. Sitting at the kitchen table with a freshly...

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Maybe Mom Should Do It TooChapter 6

Jennifer left work early after using her lunch time to speak with Mike the counselor. It had felt great to have someone listen while she expressed feelings of guilt over her behaviors toward her son. Unfortunately, Mike didn't offer any suggestions Jennifer hadn't already heard. And to make matters worse, he planted the notion that she might not only have emotional issues that prompted her to masturbate in front of Ryan, but that she might actually desire to have her son ... in her bed. It...

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Maybe Mom Should Do It TooChapter 10

"Mom ... was it ... was that ... was what I did O.K.?" Ryan asked, very tentatively. "Ohhh, Sweetheart," Jennifer responded, "it was really, really nice." She wanted to turn and embrace her son, but Jennifer was still unsure as to where his head was at the moment. Was he going to freak out after cumming while lying next to her, while his finger teased the hell out of her asshole? "Ryan, Sweetie ... how are you doing? How are you feeling?" Jennifer remained on her side, staring at the...

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Maybe Mom Should Do It TooChapter 13

Now it was Mike's turn to ponder silently. He wanted to help, whatever that meant. He hoped that at this point, helping meant assisting two people capable of making their own decisions to figure out if there was a way they could explore each other sexually. Then Mike had an idea. "Hey ... I have a thought." "Yea? What is it?" "Well, it seems like what might help would be if you could check this out somehow ... see how it feels without actually doing it." "That makes sense. But how...

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