The Birth Of Gwen Roberts Part II free porn video

When I woke up again, the sun was shining in through the blinds of the camper windows and it looked like it was pretty late in the morning. I lay there for a moment, slowly taking stock of my much changed situation. Today was as different from yesterday as if I'd woken up on Mars. My entire body ached especially my hips and lower back. Surprisingly, my well used and no longer cherry ass didn't hurt at all. Oh, there was a pleasant throbbing in there, I could feel my heartbeat in my hole and I didn't think that was very normal but it did really feel kind of wonderful. All the aches and pains and the throbbings just served to remind me of the incredible sexual adventure I'd had the night before. I shifted around a little, hoping Mike would notice I was awake and say something but there was no reply. Oh well. In the bright light of day, I felt kind of embarrassed and a little ashamed of myself for acting like such a total whore the night before.I wondered how this day was going to shake out? Was Mike going to be the same guy he was last night or was he going to pretend it didn't happen? I suddenly realized I had no idea what came next and I was more than a little scared. "Please let him want me this way! Please oh God, please don't let this be some weird one-night stand, don't let him reject me! I don't think I could stand it!" I shyly rolled over to say good morning and discovered I was alone in bed and there was a note on the pillow... "Hey! Had to run in to town to pick up a few things should be back in about four hours, make yourself at home. See you soon!" Really? "Hey"? "See you soon"? Well, okay, the terror of rejection squeezed my heart like a vise and I began to despair. Then it occurred to me, he probably doesn't want anything in writing that could get us in trouble if it was ever found. But still! Four hours? When the hell did he leave? Four hours or four minutes ago? Oh well, nothing for it, I might as well get my ass out of bed and get a shower! I was still wearing the bra and thong panties from the night before and figured I'd need to try and wash some of the sex funk out of them and put them away where I found them. Fuck! Did Mike want me to be a guy when he got back? Or did he want me to be a girl? A thousand wild and crazy thoughts were running around inside my head as I put my feet on the floor and stood up, only to be stopped cold by the feeling of something kind of dripping and sliding out of my ass and I heard a soft splat as something wet hit the floor. I looked down. Oh lord, it was a big, stinky load of cum. Slipping out of my loose and probably gaping ass. Cum. Another man's cum, in my ass, My knees went weak at all the implications of that and I almost sat back down on the bed but who knew how messy my bottom was? So I stood there, looking down at this little "clue at the scene of the crime" and then the thought hit me... If I was a real girl, I might be pregnant right now. His big load of cum had been baking in my "oven" for hours! My little dicklette stood up like a flag pole. I was so turned on and horny at the thought of being bred like a woman, I couldn't stand it. I reached down and grabbed my little pole with one hand, reached back with the other hand and slipped my finger into my still loose and slippery ass and in just a few quick jerks, there was a much smaller puddle on the floor not too far from Mike's big load. A little voice in the back of my head whispered to me, "Lick it up! Lick his cum and your fuck juices off the floor!" EW, GROSS! What the hell was wrong with me? Damn it but my head was fucked up! I walked over to the little kitchenette section and got a couple of paper towels and cleaned up the mess. Keenly aware of the little thong strap moving against my sensitized hole and very aware of the feeling of the bra I was wearing. The straps were digging into my shoulders a little bit and the band around my chest was pretty tight. I quickly decided I loved the feeling of wearing a bra and would be wearing one often in the future. Something about the way it squeezed me made me feel very secure and happy. There was an awful lot going on inside my head I didn't understand at all. I really wished Mike was there and I was irritated that he wasn't. What could have been so important he had to run off like that? I threw the soiled paper towels in the trash can next to the sink and walked over to the very tiny bathroom. How did Mike fit his huge body into this little space? There was barely room to move around in there but it had a toilet and a shower and those were the two things I needed most at the moment. I pulled my panties down and without even thinking about it, sat down on the toilet to pee. I did that at home sometimes but suddenly, sitting there in nothing but a bra and a pair of panties around my ankles, I had another moment of feeling so amazingly girly and I loved it. I jerked my little peeny again and when I came, it was just a weak and watery little dribble, barely there and this made me happy again for no reason I could understand. I got up and kicked the panties off, picked them up and put them in the little sink to hand wash them, and that's when I saw myself in the mirror. It was a shock. I'd been puttering around the camper for quite awhile and in my mind, I was a beautiful woman, a freshly former virgin suddenly introduced to a world of cocksucking and fucking like an enthusiastic whore. But what I saw in the mirror was just me. Skinny, puny, pale little Glen, wearing a bra that was just a little too tight and looking ridiculous and in need of a shave. Shave? Fuck, I'm still a guy. I know, what was I expecting, right? That I was going to magically transform into this incredibly hot little piece of ass and live happily ever after? If only! Feeling stupid and a little ashamed, I took the bra off and put it in the sink with Mike's wife's panties. They didn't feel like my bra and panties anymore but still, I couldn't leave them in that very soiled state and I couldn't throw them away. I added a little shampoo to the water in the sink and dutifully hand washed them, then changed the water in the sink and rinsed them several times and hung them on the hook on the back of the door to start drying. I ran hot water into the sink and walked naked back through the camper to find my travel bag, came back, fished out my razor and shaving cream and started to shave the soft blonde stubble off my face. It had never seemed like anything but shaving before but now, I found the whiskers gross and disgusting. I shaved very carefully and very closely until I couldn't feel a single thing on my face but smooth soft skin. I dug back in the bag for my lotion, my face had always been very sensitive and I always had to be careful shaving or it would burn all day. I looked in the mirror again and examined the reflection. Pale smooth skin that looked like it almost never saw the light of day because it didn't. I wasn't exactly an outdoorsy type and you had a better chance of finding me on my couch than out being sportsy. And I noticed my tiny little patch of chest hair. It wasn't very manly but it certainly wasn't girly at all! That's got to go! I applied a little shaving cream and it was gone in a minute. I looked back in the mirror and thought, "Well, I'm still not a girl but that's a little better!" Then the little voice spoke up again. "Body hair! Gross!" That was it, I was going to have to try to do the whole job in the tiny little shower. I wondered how much water one of these campers has in it? Could I even take a long shower? Oh well, only one way to find out! Grabbing a fresh razor out of my bag, I turned on the water, waited for it to get warm, and stepped in with a bar of soap. Never having shaved my legs before, I had no idea if I was doing it right but I soaped up one leg and began to carefully and slowly shave away the light coating of hair I'd always been a little ashamed of. Maybe I haven't mentioned it but I've never been a very masculine guy. Well, if I couldn't be a full on, "real man" maybe I should just embrace being as girly as possible. I finished my legs and looked down with satisfaction. I'd never had much hair on them but they looked and felt worlds better completely bare. And then I saw my crotch. Oh yeah, that's going to need taking care of as well. This job was a lot harder in the tiny space and I must have looked like I was auditioning for Cirque du Soleil the whole time. I soon learned the difficulties of shaving all the little nooks and crannies, shaving my little sack, and the hardest part, making sure my bottom was as smooth and hairless as I could make it. I nicked myself more than once. Like maybe a dozen times more than once but finally, a little out of breath from getting into all those weird positions, I rinsed myself off, turned the water straight cold to stop the bleeding, and stepped out of the shower to towel off. I wrapped the towel around myself and only after stepping out of that evil little, roomless bathroom did I realize I'd wrapped the towel around my chest like a girl, instead of around my waist like a guy. I thought to myself, "You really are more of a woman than a man, aren't you?" This wasn't the first time I'd had this thought in my life but it was the first time it made me smile. I swished my little ass around a couple of times and thought, "So be it!" Still dressed only in the towel, I went to the tiny camper fridge to see what I could find to eat. I suddenly realized I was starving! There was plenty of food but I could burn water. I found some peanut butter and jelly, there was a gallon of milk in there, so okay! PB&J for brekkies it was! I finished breakfast in short order, went back in the bathroom to brush my teeth, suddenly certain my breath smelled like last night's cock and cum and a lady's breath should always smell sweet and fresh! I hung the towel back in it's place to dry and walked naked back through the camper and sat down on the bed wondering "Okay, now what?" I hadn't a clue in the world. Should I put on something else from the "Wife Drawer", get dressed in my normal clothes and be a "man" again when Mike got back? What does one do in a situation like this? I had no idea what kind of state Mike was in or what was going through his head. I couldn't even begin to guess. I don't know how long I sat there dithering but suddenly the camper door opened up and scared half the life out of me. I hadn't heard Mike pull up but he was back and here I was sitting there naked as the day I was born, shaved everywhere, and feeling like the stunned bitch I was. I looked at this man who had just completely changed my life and said "Oh! Mike! Uhhh, hi!" He was carrying several bags with him, he stood in the doorway, laughed and said "Hi yourself!" I just sat there feeling like a deer in the headlights, wondering what he was going to say next. "It looks like you've been busy! Had breakfast yet?" I replied that I had, still waiting for some sign of how this weird and awkward little scene was going to play out. He answered all my questions by dropping the bags, walking over, grabbing my chin gently and kissing me deeply. A long, slow kiss that built a warm little fire of happiness in the pit of my stomach and made me realize how much I wanted to be this man's woman. He broke the kiss way too soon for my likings and walked back over to where he'd dropped the bags. I was sitting there in kind of a warm, buzzing little high from the kiss and wasn't really listening to what he said. With one kiss he'd put all my silly fears and worries to rest. I knew then, I loved this man more than anything. That's when I finally realized he was talking to me and again, impressing him with my wit, I said, "Huh?" He said, "I bought you some things, come over here and look!" I got up, suddenly very aware of my nakedness and wanting to cover myself. Then I realized this man knew my body more intimately than anyone ever had, there was nothing for me to really hide. I walked over and he was spreading out a few bags and boxes saying "I'm pretty sure I nailed your sizes but if anything doesn't fit, we can take it back." I started looking in the bags and gasped with delight. UNDERTHINGS! He bought me underthings! There were tiny panties of several different kinds and colors, some beautiful lacy little bras! I noticed the bra colors corresponded with the pantie colors, he'd bought matching sets! How sexy! I was beside myself. There wasn't a manly thought in my head or bone in my body at that moment! I did notice with a little chagrin, the cup sizes were obviously too big for my flat little chest to fill but you can't have everything and this was all so wonderful! There were about a dozen bottles of nail polish in an array of shades, some thigh high stockings and some little bangles and bracelets, nothing really fancy, mostly plastic and some beaded rope bracelets perfectly appropriate for a girl on a camping trip! There were even three little bottles of perfume! I was grinning like a loon and he was laughing at my obvious joy, pleased with himself for having pleased me so much. Smiling broadly he said, "Don't stop now, the boxes are for you too!" I was literally hopping up and down with excitement as I opened the first box. It contained a pair of pink deck shoes and the next had an identical blue pair with sequins on them! True, I was a little disappointed they weren't high heels but I didn't know how to walk in heels anyway and they certainly wouldn't do at the camp site. The deck shoes would be the perfect thing for the next week, even though I didn't plan on spending a lot of time on my feet. He handed me another box and when I opened it, I couldn't believe it. He'd bought me a makeup set! I had absolutely no idea what to do with it but it made me feel loved and girly and excited beyond words. He wanted me to be his girl! He wanted me to be pretty for him! The next box took my breath away. The makeup was nothing compared to this. There was a box with a set of very realistic looking breast forms. TITS! I was going to have TITS! Not very big but certainly enough to give some nice cleavage on my small frame. "Oh Mike!" was all I could say. He just kept grinning. "I'm glad you like them, they were insanely expensive!" "Oh Mike! I love them! I love you!" WHOOPS! My hand flew to my mouth and my eyes went wide. I couldn't believe I'd just blurted it out like that and I was terrified. How was he going to react to that little bombshell? He stopped smiling, my heart froze with fear and then he pulled me to him, and kissed me again, then just held my trembling body against his for a long moment and said very seriously, "I know. I love you too, baby. I really do." I melted. I went from terror to bliss in the span of two seconds. I laid my head against his burly chest and just breathed in the warm, lovely man smell of him. He pushed over a couple more bags and boxes and inside were girly clothes! Some cute little shorts, a very short skirt, a couple of spaghetti strapped summer dresses, a tube top of all things, a few pretty little blouses, some very modest, the others pretty hookerish and the piece de' resistance, a bikini! A bright red bikini with, I noted, very little coverage on the top or the bottom. Definitely not something for a modest girl! I loved them all! Finally he pushed me gently aside and said, "We're not finished!" then reached over and picked up a fairly large box that I'd curiously noticed earlier but he'd kept it out of reach until this moment. I lifted the lid and peered inside. It was a wig! A very luxurious and obviously very expensive full piece with lots of gentle curls and plenty of length in the back. And it was red! Red? He wanted me to be a red head? "Ohh, Mike! It's beautiful!" as I lifted it out of the box. I started turning it around to try it on and he stopped me, telling me it was for last. We spent the next hour or so trying to get the makeup to look right. I felt like a total klutz and didn't have any idea what to do with anything but the lipsticks. And the whole time I was looking at the lipstick, I was envisioning the moment when I could plant a nice red ring around the shaft of this wonderful man's cock! I finally admitted defeat after washing my face about a million times and Mike asked if I'd let him try to help me. "I used to watch my mother put on her face, I've watched Christy (his wife) put hers on for years, let me see what I can do." I surrendered happily to his ministrations, enjoying his careful attentions, sitting perfectly still with my eyes closed as he used the little brushes and applicators, opening my eyes when he instructed me to and very carefully and gently applied just a touch of eye liner and mascara. Finally, he said "Okay, I think that's as good as I can get it! Take a look!" I went to the mirror, half expecting to see something that looked like an evil clown and I gasped. There was a very pretty girl looking back at me out of the mirror! She didn't really look like she was wearing much makeup but of course, I knew how much time and effort he'd put into it, she, I, me. Ohmigod, that's ME! I just looked like a pretty girl! Mike had come up behind me to see my reaction and I turned to him, I couldn't speak and my eyes starting to well up and he yelled "DON'T CRY! Don't you dare cry!" and my tears instantly dried up and turned to laughter. "Don't worry Daddy, I won't ruin your masterpiece!" and snuggled tightly against him. I knew what I needed to do next, I shooed him out of the camper, telling him to go fishing or some other manly and virile thing. Maybe chop down some trees and build a log cabin or something! He was laughing and protesting but he was letting me push him out the door. I knew I could never budge this great beast of a man unless he wanted me to budge him. I spent the next hour and a half, reading the directions for the breast forms carefully prepping my skin and applying them very carefully and precisely, I selected a set of nundies, an emerald green set with a thong with a very steep swoop in the front, I'd decided I really loved thongs. They rubbed in all the right places! With a little difficulty, I managed to push my freshly shaved and lotioned little balls up into my body cavity and tucked my little dicklette between my smooth legs and adjusted the thong so it would, I hoped, hold everything in place. I put on the matching little bra, a lacy sort of thing with only half cups in them. I learned later this was called a "Demi" but I had no idea at the time. It just looked like it would make my new tits bulge in the right places. I gently wrestled my new tits around a bit to get them sitting just right in the bra cups. They filled the little half cups and bulged out just a little over the top. I realized Mike had bought the bras intending them to be just a little too tight. In fact, he'd bought nearly everything with that in mind. I examined the fit of the breast forms with a very critical eye. They were so natural looking it was incredible. You'd have to be standing VERY close to even notice the almost invisible seam! I selected a shade of pink nail polish because they matched the pink deck shoes I was planning to wear and very carefully painted my nails. Thank God I've never been a nail biter and I kept them a little long mostly because I was lazy about trimming them. I spent forever blowing on them gently and actually got a little high from the powerful chemical fumes. I laughed quietly to myself thinking, maybe this is why girls love nail polish. Finally they were dry and I was satisfied with the results. I went back to the bag on the table and selected a perfume to try. I wanted to smell as girly as I looked! I chose something called "Shalimar" and at the time I had no idea what that meant but it smelled really pretty and I applied it behind my ears, between my new and wonderful titties, the backs of my knees, a quick line of it down my belly, I reached around and put a dab in the small of my back and hoped Mike would like it as much as I did. So there I was, standing there in bra and panties, looking at myself in the mirror, arching my back, bending over and looking behind me to see all the angles, and I was so horny I could barely stand myself. I skipped back to the bathroom, untucked my little peeny and jerked off again, this time almost nothing came out at all. It didn't help, I was horny in a way that touching my little man parts wouldn't fix. I retucked myself, and as I was re-adjusting my panties, getting them centered just right in my horny little crack, I heard Mike yell from outside, "ARE YOU EVER COMING OUT?" "IN A MINUTE!" I quickly selected a pair of cutoff jeans shorts and a big white blouse with a little belt, laced up the pink deck shoes, pleased to see they were a very close match with the nail polish, slipped a couple of bangles on each wrist, slipped on a couple more, and then realized I'd forgotten about the wig! My own hair was pretty short and examining the wig, I realized if I just slicked back the hair on my forehead, it would be completely covered. I got the wig on, got it all adjusted and "just right" pinned it as best I could with my short hair and looked in the mirror again. "I'm a woman!" I said in shock. "I look like a real woman! I could walk down the street and nobody would ever know different!" The red hair set off my pale skin and made my green eyes stand out like crazy. I wasn't just a woman, I was HOT! I made one last effort, pulling the very snug and very short cutoffs up into my butt crack as high as I could get it, adjusting the belt so the blouse kind of fell over the top of it, and I walked to the door, opened it, and saw Mike at the campfire, cooking some burgers and hot dogs. "Well? What do you think?" He dropped a hot dog in the fire and his jaw dropped with it. "Holy fuck. You're perfect! You're beautiful!" I dropped my hip on one side and stretched one leg out, arching my back to present my wonderful new titties, in full vixen mode now and not a shred of "guy" anywhere in my mind, posing for him in the door and feeling like a high priced whore luring a john into my den of iniquity. "You sir, know exactly what to say to a girl and flattery will get you anything you want." I stepped down to the ground and walked over to him, "You're burning lunch." I said with a coy smile, he jumped as if he'd been bitten, and I definitely planned on doing a little biting later on, and said "Oh, yeah! Right!" and busily fussed around with the burgers and dogs. Suddenly, with an evil little grin, I realized the power had shifted. I wasn't really his bitch. He was mine! I could get this man to do pretty much anything I wanted. I felt like he was the putty in my hands and not the other way around. The sense of power was intoxicating. I knew I owned him just as much as he owned me. I wondered how the power struggle would play out and decided I'd probably let him win most of the time. MOST of the time. But today, he definitely deserved some very special treatment for all his thoughtful and wonderful gifts. He set the food on a little table and went and got me a nice comfy camp chair, set it up for me and sat me down in it like we were sitting at the best table in a fine restaurant. I smiled, filled with my newly discovered womanly confidence and let him wait on me. "Would you like a burger or a dog?" "Oh," I replied, "I think I'm definitely in the mood for a weiner! One with everything, please!" He looked a little stunned by that, perhaps sensing how the balance of power might have just shifted but he quickly fixed me a dog with everything on it and brought it to me on a plate with a cold beer from the cooler. I smiled warmly, trying to turn on the charm as much as possible and thanked him, "This looks really good" I literally purred at him as I wrapped my lips around the hot dog, never for a moment breaking eye contact with him. "God damn!" he exclaimed softly. The poor man was actually standing there sweating and I could see the bulge in his shorts rising as I chewed and smiled up at him. He was soooo cute! I wanted to throw the food to the side and ravish him right there on the spot but that PB&J was long gone. I realized I was starving and had to eat something. As we ate, he was trying to make small talk and obviously very distracted. We finished at about the same time and I got up, took his plate from him and carried it over to the fire. I swear I could feel his eyes checking out my ass and I bent from the waist, legs perfectly straight, to place the paperware in the coals. I stood up very slowly, really feeling all that delightful soreness in my legs, hips, and lower back but never let on for a second, I turned and asked coyly, "Like what you see?" He kind of croaked out a rough "Oh yeah!" and just sat there staring. I came over and sat down again, pulling my chair a little closer to his and said "You know, there's something we need to discuss" thinking there were probably a whole lot of things we needed to discuss but we were here for a week, no need to try and cover everything today. I extended my hand, palm down and said "I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Gwen Roberts. Your friend Glen had to leave and won't be back the rest of the week unless you call him back. But I hope you don't feel a need to call him." He took my proffered hand gently in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it, a gentle graze of lips on the back of the hand and I felt all that female confidence start to waver. Oh my, I had no idea it would feel like that! I felt all the muscles in the backs of my thighs and my butt suddenly become very loose and relaxed and I realized, this is the physical reaction that happens when a woman wants a man inside her very badly and that's exactly what I wanted. But I knew we couldn't just make love all day and night, the poor man needed occasional rests and I probably did too. I had no idea how my cock holes would stand up to repeated pounding. But I was very eager to find out! "How do you do, Gwen? I am supremely pleased to meet you! Would you care to take a walk with me?" I smiled warmly and half whispered, "Anything you like, sir." So, bang! Suddenly the mood is broken. He's grabbing his backpack and throwing God knows what into it. Manly camping stuff I'm sure. But I did notice a rather large bottle of wine and a small table cloth getting hurriedly stuffed in with all the other things men seem to think are so essential. Good! Apparently it wasn't going to be one of those death march hikes men seem to love so much. He threw the pack on his back, gave me his hand to help me up from my seat and I thought how it was funny, he'd never done that for Glen but it felt so natural to do it for Gwen! I put my painted fingertips in the palm of his hand and accepted the totally unnecessary gesture as if men did this for me all the time and we set off. I hadn't noticed the evening before but the area was covered with all sorts of trails. It was a perfect day, not hot, not chilly, just comfy as it could be and Mike set an easy and relaxed pace, talking about the area and the wildlife, and so on. I was just enjoying being with him. I wouldn't have cared if we were sitting on barrels in an empty warehouse, I was happy. I was working on my walk, trying to get just that right sway to my hips and when I felt I had it down pretty good, I brushed past him on the trail and took the lead, not having any idea where we were going and not caring. I swished my ass shamelessly in front of him and found a hundred reasons to bend over and pick up some rock or twig to fiddle with for a few moments before casting it aside to pick up another. At one point, I was walking just a little bit in front of him and felt the need to stop dead in my tracks and bend over. The tactic almost backfired on me as I felt myself toppling over when he ran into my presented bottom but his reflexes were up to the task. He reached out and caught me by the hips, pulling me instinctively back into him. I stayed bent over for a second and he pulled my ass tighter against his belly as he said "You are a natural born cock tease, lady!" "Oh, am I? I'm sorry, I had no idea!" I batted my eyelashes at him as I turned and pressed myself against him, wanting him to feel my new breasts under my thin blouse, pressing against his chest. Apparently I'd worked up just a bit of perspiration and that set the perfume off in a big way. Mike almost went weak in the knees and proclaimed, "Gwen, you smell like heaven on earth! Damn, I could get high off the smell of you!" I stretched upwards for a kiss and was given one as he pulled me tight against him, his hand wandering down to my ass to knead and squeeze, his fingertips pressed against the seam of my shorts. "Fuck it, I wanted to wait until after the wine but I have to have you right now! You're driving me fucking crazy!" He turned me around, told me to put my hands on a nearby tree, and to bend over and brace myself! He stripped my shorts down, raised the hem of my blouse and pulled my thong to one side as he hawked and spit on his cock and placed it against my puckered, aching hole. I was surprised by how suddenly everything was happening, trying to catch up and wondering if I was still open enough to take him with such little lubrication. I found out immediately as he slowly pushed his raging cock into me. Again, there was that familiar pain but it wasn't nearly so intense this time and it rapidly changed to pleasure. I moaned softly and pushed back against him but his thrusts pushed me closer and closer to the tree until I had my arms wrapped around it, just trying to hold on as he assaulted and ravaged my hole again. For the second time, I was being fucked by a man. This time though, it felt like this was exactly how it should be. I wanted that big cock sawing in and out of me forever. I was moaning and squealing, begging him to fuck me harder, fuck me deeper, in my own little world when I heard a woman's voice exclaim, "Holy fuck, look at that! Is he fucking her in the ass? GROSS!" Mike froze in place, cock buried deep inside me as I looked over and saw two women about my age, standing in the middle of the trail transfixed. I could picture exactly what they were seeing. With my loose blouse billowing down almost to my knees, I knew they had no idea I wasn't a real woman. That thought turned me on even more and I yelled, "Ignore those cunts and FUCK MY ASS!" Mike jumped a little, then laughed and resumed his pounding deep inside me, I was moaning and doing my whorish best to shock those bitches as best I could. I felt Mike's pace pick up and I felt his already large cock growing even more inside of me and I knew he was getting turned on at having an audience, two genetic women watching him fuck the shit out of me and I told him, "Pull it out! Pull it out and come all over my ass! Paint my ass with your cum, you big cocked bastard!" Suddenly, I felt his cock pop out of my ass and I felt that little heartbreak again, at losing the thing that filled me best. He leaned against me and I could feel him jacking his cock furiously as he pulled my blouse up in the back, then he grunted and through gritted teeth he groaned, "OHHH YEAH BITCH! I'M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR ASS!" just as I felt the first spurts of his hot load splashing against me. I was surprised at the amazing heat of his cum, it almost felt like it was going to scald the delicate pale skin of my ass. He pumped several more heavy loads onto me and then smeared it all around with the slippery head of his cock. I gyrated against his cock, loving the feeling of his velvety slippery cum covering my cheeks, soaking my new panties. Finally, he stepped back, breathless, his still engorged cock hanging out the front of his shorts, totally unaware. I looked over and the two bitches were still standing there looking like they didn't know whether to run away or start fingering their pussies. Without hesitating, I squatted down in front of Mike, put my hands on his knees to steady myself and sucked his cock, fresh from being deep in my ass, into my eager mouth. It was covered with cum and my juices and I noisily sucked, slurped and licked his cock and balls clean, then gently tucked it all away back inside his shorts and zipped him up. I quickly stood up, pulling my shorts up over my cum plastered ass. They weren't quite long enough to cover the streaks and smears of cum on the backs of my thighs, I could feel it cooling and drying on my exposed skin. That just turned me on even more, like, at this point what doesn't turn me on? I readjusted my blouse and put my hand in the crook of his arm like any lady being escorted by her gentleman. I looked at the two voyeurs and said, "What's the matter? You two virgins never seen a girl pleasure her man before?" Then looked at Mike and said, "Come on honey, let's go home and see if we can get that fat cock up a few more times!" He looked at me in pure awe, I could tell he was impressed and kind of proud of my shameless sluttiness, and we turned and started walking back toward the camper. The two girls had been heading the same direction but they just stood there and watched as we walked away. I put a little extra sway in my step, reached behind my back and flipped them a pink nailed bird finger as a parting shot. One of them yelled "SLUT!" and it just made me smile and swing my ass a little more. They had both learned something today and so had I. I was a nasty girl, I loved ass to mouth! I wondered to myself as we walked, is there no end to my depravity? I thought, "I hope not!" and Mike asked me what I was giggling about. We got back to the camp site, I went inside and freshened up a bit but I didn't try to wash the dried cum off my ass. I loved knowing it was there. I re-applied my lipstick and brushed up my makeup a bit, re-pinned the wig a little more securely, and came back outside to where Mike was fiddling around with some fishing equipment but obviously just waiting for me to emerge. I stepped out and came bouncing up to him, loving the realistic jiggle of my breast forms and loving the way his eyes locked on them any time I moved. He asked what I'd like to do and I looked up coyly, suggesting we go inside and take a short nap, I really was pretty tired. We went in, he got undressed and I stripped down to panties and bra, then climbed in bed with him. I dropped my head to his crotch, seeking my favorite new suck toy, and he said "I thought you wanted to take a nap?" "I do!" I replied, "But I want your cock in my mouth while I sleep!" "I don't know how that's going to work but okay!" I crawled up and snuggled between his spread legs, took his soft and still dirty cock into my eager mouth, laid my head down on his thigh and began to gently nurse his cock as I lay there with my eyes closed. Pretty soon, I drifted off to sleep but it didn't take too long before I woke up to the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth. I pretended to still be asleep and nursed gently on the throbbing monster between my lips as it grew and grew in my mouth and soon, Mike started slowly bucking his hips, fucking gently into my mouth, obviously thinking I was still asleep. I was torturing him. He wanted to cum but he didn't want to wake me up so I laid there, "asleep" and gently edging him toward orgasm over and over again and then backing off back to the most gentle sort of suckling, smacking my lips around his cock from time to time and listening to him groaning with frustration and pleasure. He was laying there, tense as a scared cat and started cursing under his breath, "Oh goddammit! Oh, you little bitch! Suck it! Ah, fuck I need to cum!" I couldn't contain myself anymore. I started giggling and had to pull my mouth off his cock to breath. I was laughing with delight at his frustration and he said loudly, "YOU LITTLE BITCH! You were cock teasing me!" I burst out into gales of laughter, thinking it was the funniest thing ever, right up until he grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my open and laughing mouth so hard it went straight into my throat. I gagged and bucked in surprise as he said "You're not laughing now, are you? I'll teach you what happens when you fuck with the bull! " and started fucking my throat without mercy. His voice was rough and sounded a little angry as he growled, "Suck it whore, little ass to mouth slut! Suck that motherfucker until I cum in your belly!" I'd been laughing when he jammed his cock down my throat, I started to panic a little and fought to pull my head away, I needed air, and I needed it now! He was going to choke me to death with his cock! I got light headed, the room started to spin. I was getting the occasional gulp of air on the out stroke but not nearly enough. My vision was going dark and I thought I was going to die. Just at the last moment, he pulled his cock from my throat and emptied the huge load I'd been building in his balls for the last hour, right into my face. It went everywhere. Into my wig, all over my face, in my eyes, up my nose, all over my lips and into my mouth as I was taking in huge ragged breaths to keep from passing out. Mike had no mercy though, he grabbed the base of his cock in his hand and began slapping my gasping face with it, like a big meaty club, splattering thick ropes of cum everywhere. I was cock drunk. I was weak as a kitten and couldn't have stood up if my life depended on it. I couldn't have said my ABCs for a million dollars. I'd felt like I was smothering on cock and dimly, I realized I loved the feeling. I loved being fucked hard and rough, in either of my holes, I loved the taste of his cock, his balls, his cum, I even loved the taste of my own ass on his cock. I was his cock whore. His sissy slut, his fuck toy, his cum dump, whatever he wanted me to be and I was his to do with as he pleased. I was Gwen Roberts, Mike's girl. And we still had five more days at the camp site!