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I danced, I drank, and did some mild flirting with the eight college boys. It was quite an experience. The road trip was all about new experiences. Having that many boys all hot for my body was a really nice one. I knew that it was a combination of alcohol and being the only female at the party that did it even so it was flattering. I got back to my campsite after midnight. The bedroll was hard, but I had gotten used to that. It was also empty as hell, which I should have gotten used to by that time. but hadn't.
I had felt hands on my still sensitive ass while I danced with the boys. I was surprised that the feelings had been pleasurable. I should have been upset that I could still feel the pain and the internal pressures.
Their timing could not have been better or worse depending on whose point of view you viewed it from. I was masturbating in my bedroll, when the two boys showed up. My cut off jeans were beside the bedroll which left me in only my tee and panties.
I didn't need any threats or persuasion to allow them access to my body. One of the boys just pulled back the top cover of my bedroll. "God you are beautiful for an old lady," he said. He was smiling, it was pretty dark, but I could tell from his voice. I doubted that he could tell I was well on my way to an orgasm, so he was likely apprehensive about being at my side looking down at me.
"I could tell while we danced that you wanted this," he said. I couldn't see but I just knew he was holding himself as he spoke. The second one said nothing. The boy who was doing all the talking reached down and pulled off my already wet panties. I couldn't have done much to stop him, even if I had wanted to do something. I might have found the stun gun, but it was unlikely that I could have found it in time. To be honest I didn't mind his hands on me. I didn't mind his hard cock working its way into me even without foreplay. I didn't need it since my mind and body was ready. I also didn't mind, when after a few strokes he pulled out and turned me so that he could put me in the K9 position. I should have been upset, when I felt the wet cock on my lips. Instead of pulling away in disgust, I opened my mouth to it.
I was taking cock in my vagina from the first one and a cock in my mouth from the quiet one. I loved the feeling of the cock inside me and I sucked hungrily the one in my mouth. The one in my mouth required that I think at least a little. That slowed down my orgasm from the one inside me. I continued to work at it even though the one behind me stiffened and emptied his sperm into me. I continued to suck on the boy in my mouth. I had yet to orgasm.
I was about to reach for my clit when I felt the boy in my vagina remove his wilting cock. I wanted to cry but it was quickly replaced by a hard cock. He had either revived in a second, or some other kid had joined the party. I didn't care, I just needed the release. At that moment I would have settled for my own finger on my clit to do it. But it was glorious to feel cocks in my vagina and my mouth.
"I'm going to cum bitch, you better not pull away," the boy in front of me said. For some reason when my mouth filled with his warm cum the feelings in side me just went wild. I exploded with a mind blowing orgasm.
"Oh shit, I am going to cum in your pussy," the one behind me said as I rolled on with orgasm after orgasm fogging my mind completely. I felt the one behind me stiffen then relax. When he did, I fell forward,
I felt someone cover me with my bedroll. The next thing I remember was an unpleasant sensation on my face. I realized that it was morning and that it was also misting rain. It hadn't been misting too long since the concrete drive was barely covered. I forced myself from my sleep induced stupor long enough to slip into my panties and jeans. Then I slipped into my leather moccasins. I managed to quickly determine what I needed to do. There was a picnic shelter with two full sized picnic table about twenty five yards away. I quickly rolled the bedroll up then move everything to the trailer, which was still attached to the Tomos. I rolled the Sprint the several yards downhill to the shelter. I managed to get everything between the two tables.
I found that the shelter had electricity so I made coffee. The coffee and my emergency rations of Nekot crackers was my breakfast. It looked as though it had set in to rain for a while. I had read that Arizona was a very dry state so I was more than a little surprised. Not to mention pissed at myself for not checking the weather before I checked into a campground rather than a motel.
Still the experience of the night before might be worth a little discomfort. I sat on the table sipping my coffee while I pulled up the local weather on my smart phone. It appeared that it was going to rain all day but be clear and hot the next day. So I was going to spend the day in a picnic shelter it appeared.
Fortunately I had seen a camp store across the street from the park entrance. The park at a reasonable amount of boaters, so the store catered to the recreation market. I hoped that meant some kind of food available.
I spent the time until noon checking on how to get the Tomas from California back to NC. I had a few more days till I made it to California. I hated to wait till the last minute for anything, so I began checking. Everything I looked at seemed way too much money. Most of them were more than the bike had cost me. Or at least damn near it.
I could feel fluids still running from my vagina for a couple of hours after I sat on the table. It was an unpleasant sensation mostly, but not completely because that feeling tended to remind me how I got them in the first place.
At 1PM I was hungry and needed to pee, so I detached the trailer, Then I chained it to the leg of a table. I rode the bike to the bathhouse first. I left it on the covered walk as I went inside to pee. I considered a shower but decided that I would just be uncomfortable again in a matter of minutes.
After I peed I headed to the camp store. I found a fast food section with microwave oven. I paid for the plastic can of stew, and a small box of crackers. I ate the stew and the crackers seated on the covered patio. I was damp and chilled but not so much that I wanted to stand inside to eat. I needed to get back to the campground and wrap myself in the blanket and wait for dark.
When I got back to the site, I brought snacks with me. I had things that wouldn't need heating to be edible. A lot of them were high in calories and fat but I didn't care. I did not want to go out again.
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