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Chapter 3: A Sweaty Mess
We took our buzzed, sex-coated bodies outside, all the way reliving our erotic deviance through lively giggles and repartee. Bouncing shoulder to shoulder between us, Rachael pointed and laughed at the elephant in the parking lot.
“It’s a Winnebago?”
“A Minnie Winnie. It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained.
“It’s Cute.” Tim chirped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.”
“Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking man-whore?” Rachael flirted commandingly with her obviously open man, so different than my closed off, dreadful marriage.
My own directness was all new. My head was spinning with crazy thoughts as we walked to my Winnie; thoughts of rum and cum and strangers and life. The past hour might have just as well been a dream. Yesterday, I was packing my bugout bag to escape a horrid marriage, and today I had my first orgasm in three years, on a stranger’s hand inside a creepy bar somewhere on the Seacoast. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. My thoughts stopped. I blurted out loud “WHERE am I, I mean what town is this.”
“Seabrook.” They both said in harmony.
“Oh, I thought I was in Salisbury.”
“Just over the line, half mile. Tim said. “Where you from?”
“Worcester. I was planning on spending some time in Portsmouth, but I got a bit …hem…derailed after stopping here for a quick drink. Come on in, You guys got time?”
“That was one hell of a Welcome to New Hampshire I gave you.” Rachael said proudly, crushing me into the door of the RV, her huge breasts warmed my c cups; lips together, her fat tongue filled my mouth, licking the back of my teeth; she tasted like beer. She felt so good.
“Oh FUCK.” Tim said, helping me with the key.
Somehow all six legs made it up the two steps of the mini Winnebago and collapsed on the pullout couch like a pile of middle-age luggage. I landed on the bottom with Rachael’s hands holding onto my ass, gripping my jeans, her mouth on my neck and Tim tilted away, sweat dripped from his wholesome face, his red lips busy sucking on her lower back and ass. Nothing was moving slow. In seconds Rachael’s tattered sweats were off, my pants dangled from one foot, and my bare hand was discovering its first vagina. She was shaved absolutely clean like Tim’s face. Her cushy, soggy folds made loud squishing sounds and gave my fingers a velvety treat they never had before.
The camper was scorching hot from sitting in the sunny lot all afternoon, and our bodies were oozing sweat and pussy juice. Tim shifted his head through Rachael’s legs and planted his mouth on my hairy pussy. I’ve always preferred leaving most of my body hair natural, pussy and pits, no exception. My simple brown hair grew thick down below carpeting my pussy, down my inner thighs, with a treasure trail leading a dense north path to my belly button, and Tim seemed to love the contrasting vaginas. His mouth treated my enormous clit like a small cock, deeply sucking me, licking the stickiness from my barroom orgasm, just a few minutes earlier. Lapping me, fucking me with his tongue, slurping and extracting my liquor, carrying on like an a****l. Rachael climbed close to my face and fed me her sweaty breasts. I attacked her puffy tits thoroughly, with a full-open mouth, totally getting off on her freckled skin. Tim’s nose, chin, and tongue carried on devouring my neglected muff, but it became difficult to breathe. I broke away from Rachael’s amazing chest, and in a gasp “I need to turn on the A.C.”. They both agreed rolling off me and holding on to each other.
I started the engine and clicked on the air. Relief blew through the vents in the nick of time.
“We are all really gross. You want to shower?” I pleaded.
“This thing is awesome.” Tim said looking around without a concern that his cock was standing at full attention.
“Mind if I go first? I’ll be wicked quick. It’s just I was painting the kitchen all morning, fucking all afternoon, sweating in a camper, painting, fucking, sweating, it can make a girl messy.” Rachael joked.
“Towels are in that closet.” I pointed. “And this unit holds only 30 gallons of water.”
Tim and I stood and smiled at each other. Without breaking eye contact I sat on the couch lining my head up to his waist and asked, “Will she mind?” Tim shook his head ever so slight, and I licked the very tip of his cock. It twitched and hit my upper lip. I kissed it softly as the sound of the shower became our hiding place. I held the base of his six or seven inch rod and rested the plump, spongy head on my tongue, tasting his salt, slowly sucking it into my mouth, for just a second. I hadn’t had a cock near my lips in years. But my inner slut followed me to New Hampshire. I opened wide and dared to attempt the entirety of his shaft. I gaged and withdrew as his hand encouraged my head to remain. I took a breath, and another, and then clasped my lips around this beautiful cock again. I sucked gently as he thrusted into my mouth, fucking my face over and over, pumping my mouth fast, he was close. The shower shut off and I jolted back for no real good reason. Tim stood stroking his cock with his eyes clamped shut. This one on one with Tim felt wrong. Rachael captured me, and here I was blowing her husband without her. He stroked as Racheal stumbled around the closed door of the tiny bathroom, rubbing his cock against my now closed lips, letting out an enormous, unearthed groan, shrouding my face and tits with his sticky cum.
Hearing his gut-wrenching squeal, Rachael swung the bathroom door wide open, and gasped.
Chapter 4 Coming soon!
Chapter 3: A Sweaty Mess
We took our buzzed, sex-coated bodies outside, all the way reliving our erotic deviance through lively giggles and repartee. Bouncing shoulder to shoulder between us, Rachael pointed and laughed at the elephant in the parking lot.
“It’s a Winnebago?”
“A Minnie Winnie. It was a 25th anniversary gift from my ex, last June.” I loosely explained.
“It’s Cute.” Tim chirped. “But not as cute as you two messing around in the corner.”
“Cute, huh? What would you say if I told you she played with my tits in the bathroom about 20 minutes ago, and I felt her sexy bush? You think that’s cute you fucking man-whore?” Rachael flirted commandingly with her obviously open man, so different than my closed off, dreadful marriage.
My own directness was all new. My head was spinning with crazy thoughts as we walked to my Winnie; thoughts of rum and cum and strangers and life. The past hour might have just as well been a dream. Yesterday, I was packing my bugout bag to escape a horrid marriage, and today I had my first orgasm in three years, on a stranger’s hand inside a creepy bar somewhere on the Seacoast. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. My thoughts stopped. I blurted out loud “WHERE am I, I mean what town is this.”
“Seabrook.” They both said in harmony.
“Oh, I thought I was in Salisbury.”
“Just over the line, half mile. Tim said. “Where you from?”
“Worcester. I was planning on spending some time in Portsmouth, but I got a bit …hem…derailed after stopping here for a quick drink. Come on in, You guys got time?”
“That was one hell of a Welcome to New Hampshire I gave you.” Rachael said proudly, crushing me into the door of the RV, her huge breasts warmed my c cups; lips together, her fat tongue filled my mouth, licking the back of my teeth; she tasted like beer. She felt so good.
“Oh FUCK.” Tim said, helping me with the key.
Somehow all six legs made it up the two steps of the mini Winnebago and collapsed on the pullout couch like a pile of middle-age luggage. I landed on the bottom with Rachael’s hands holding onto my ass, gripping my jeans, her mouth on my neck and Tim tilted away, sweat dripped from his wholesome face, his red lips busy sucking on her lower back and ass. Nothing was moving slow. In seconds Rachael’s tattered sweats were off, my pants dangled from one foot, and my bare hand was discovering its first vagina. She was shaved absolutely clean like Tim’s face. Her cushy, soggy folds made loud squishing sounds and gave my fingers a velvety treat they never had before.
The camper was scorching hot from sitting in the sunny lot all afternoon, and our bodies were oozing sweat and pussy juice. Tim shifted his head through Rachael’s legs and planted his mouth on my hairy pussy. I’ve always preferred leaving most of my body hair natural, pussy and pits, no exception. My simple brown hair grew thick down below carpeting my pussy, down my inner thighs, with a treasure trail leading a dense north path to my belly button, and Tim seemed to love the contrasting vaginas. His mouth treated my enormous clit like a small cock, deeply sucking me, licking the stickiness from my barroom orgasm, just a few minutes earlier. Lapping me, fucking me with his tongue, slurping and extracting my liquor, carrying on like an a****l. Rachael climbed close to my face and fed me her sweaty breasts. I attacked her puffy tits thoroughly, with a full-open mouth, totally getting off on her freckled skin. Tim’s nose, chin, and tongue carried on devouring my neglected muff, but it became difficult to breathe. I broke away from Rachael’s amazing chest, and in a gasp “I need to turn on the A.C.”. They both agreed rolling off me and holding on to each other.
I started the engine and clicked on the air. Relief blew through the vents in the nick of time.
“We are all really gross. You want to shower?” I pleaded.
“This thing is awesome.” Tim said looking around without a concern that his cock was standing at full attention.
“Mind if I go first? I’ll be wicked quick. It’s just I was painting the kitchen all morning, fucking all afternoon, sweating in a camper, painting, fucking, sweating, it can make a girl messy.” Rachael joked.
“Towels are in that closet.” I pointed. “And this unit holds only 30 gallons of water.”
Tim and I stood and smiled at each other. Without breaking eye contact I sat on the couch lining my head up to his waist and asked, “Will she mind?” Tim shook his head ever so slight, and I licked the very tip of his cock. It twitched and hit my upper lip. I kissed it softly as the sound of the shower became our hiding place. I held the base of his six or seven inch rod and rested the plump, spongy head on my tongue, tasting his salt, slowly sucking it into my mouth, for just a second. I hadn’t had a cock near my lips in years. But my inner slut followed me to New Hampshire. I opened wide and dared to attempt the entirety of his shaft. I gaged and withdrew as his hand encouraged my head to remain. I took a breath, and another, and then clasped my lips around this beautiful cock again. I sucked gently as he thrusted into my mouth, fucking my face over and over, pumping my mouth fast, he was close. The shower shut off and I jolted back for no real good reason. Tim stood stroking his cock with his eyes clamped shut. This one on one with Tim felt wrong. Rachael captured me, and here I was blowing her husband without her. He stroked as Racheal stumbled around the closed door of the tiny bathroom, rubbing his cock against my now closed lips, letting out an enormous, unearthed groan, shrouding my face and tits with his sticky cum.
Hearing his gut-wrenching squeal, Rachael swung the bathroom door wide open, and gasped.
Chapter 4 Coming soon!
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