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The Antelope (part 3) Further Adventures With Coa free porn video
You’ll probably want to read parts 1 and 2 of these adventures before you begin with this one. You’ll find out how I became a member of the Antelope herd and why I’m called Coa.
“Coa, wake up,” I heard a voice say.
“Uh, Van-tha, what do you want?” I asked groggily.
“Margarita’s got to sleep with you,” she answered.
“Margarita?” I asked. In the moonlight I recognized the naked girl standing outside my tent, shivering. “Hurry up, Honey,” I told her, “get inside.” To Van-tha I said, “I’ll take it from here. I’ve got my double sleeping bag, so there’s plenty of room.”
I hugged the girl tightly and spoke gently, both so that she’d warm up and relax. Her firm, round ass felt good in my hands. I kissed her. “Tell me what happened,” I said.
“It’s not a big deal. I wet my bed,” she said defensively. “One of the other girls got up to go to the bathroom and found out, and she made a big deal about it. So Van-tha got all upset; hauling my sleeping bag out of the tent, and making me take off my pajamas. Can I have a drink of water?”
“All I’ve got is this warm Pepsi,” I said, handing her a two-liter bottle.
She guzzled down nearly a liter. “You aren’t going to get down on me for drinking too much water before I go to bed?” she asked, surprised. “Everyone else does—my mother, my father, my aunt, even Van-tha.”
“I guess you know you shouldn’t do it, don’t you?” I responded. “So why should I tell you something you already know?”
“I like you,” she said, giving me a kiss. “Do you like me?”
We talked for a while. I brushed her hair and gave her gentle kisses on the face and neck. I assured her that I cared for her, and that she could depend on me, no matter what. My hand brushed against her hairless vagina. Gently I began to explore, inserting the tip of my pinky inside. We continued our discussion, and I dared switch to my index finger when I felt a little moisture. I rubbed more vigorously, and she became wetter. Her kisses reflected her naïveté—she didn’t even open her mouth. I inserted my middle finger, and she began to get more excited.
I kissed her on the neck, and I worked down to her boyishly flat chest. I kissed each of her tiny nipples, and I continued exploring her lissome body with my tongue. Reaching her navel, I blew with all my might, making her laugh before continuing south.
I could taste the salt of dried urine when I licked her cunt. I twirled my tongue on her now-stiff clitoris, savoring her juices. I didn’t dawdle there, but gave her more kisses—on the thigh, behind the knee, to her ankle and her left foot. I briefly sucked on each toe, taking my time with the biggest one. She had barely uttered a sound before this, but she now let out a loud moan, and she tried to pull away. I wouldn’t let her, but continued sucking on her toe, and she moaned more loudly.
Now it was time to work my way back up. As I sucked the toes of her other foot, I placed my fingers in her wet pussy. They went in easily enough, but I could feel the tightness of her cervix, and I recognized the resistance of her hymen. Margarita became more excited yet as I kissed her behind the knee, and I licked her inner thigh. Finally I ate out her pussy again.
I climbed on top of the girl who was sharing my bed, and I gently inserted the head of my hard member inside her pussy. I withdrew and penetrated again, this time thrusting hard and driving deep. She whimpered softly, and I drove on again. Slowly at first, but little by little picking up speed, I screwed that girl. Her moans grew louder, and my breathing became heavier. Still I pushed, and our bodies began to move together. I could feel the tightening of her sphincter around my cock, and soon I came in a series of long bursts. Exhausted, I collapsed.
We lay still for several minutes, with my still-hard cock inside that pussy. As my penis withdrew in retreat, I moved over to one side. Running my hand though her hair again, we kissed. I was concerned that I might have hurt her, but she assured me the pain had been but momentary.
“Coa, I really like it when you licked me…you know where,” she said.
“In your vagina?” I asked.
“Yes…would you…I don’t know…would you do it again, please?” she requested.
Her pussy was full of her juices, including her cherry juice. It was also overflowing with my semen, and I wasn’t anxious to eat her out. However, I was determined to please my young guest, so I brought my mouth to her cunt. No sooner had I licked her than I felt a long, steady, warm stream in my face. I drank what I could, but most of it dribbled down her legs and onto the sleeping bag, soaking through to the plastic cushion below.
“I had to go,” she said sheepishly.
“Are you testing me?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
I couldn’t stand in the low tent, but I knelt up, facing here. “So you think it was funny, pissing in my face, do you? How about this?” I let out my own golden stream, oblivious to the fact that I Margarita had been using my scout uniform as a pillow. She gleefully caught much of my urine in her mouth, but a large amount also soaked my uniform. Not expecting rain, I hadn’t brought any kind of a replacement.
The girl squealed with delight. She had expected to be bawled out (not balled) when she first came to my tent. Instead, she had had some new experiences that were beyond her wildest dreams. I too, had admired her young body ever since I first met her, but I hadn’t actually expected to get inside her pants. Water sports were a whole area of sexuality that I had never explored.
We made love twice more that night—wallowing in the sleeping bag that was filled with our urine, sweat, blood, and (with apologies to Sir Winston Churchill) cum. When morning came, Margarita borrowed a T-shirt and scooted over to the other tent, which held her sleeping bag. By mutual agreement, we decided to skip the cold camp showers—we were proud of our aroma.
After breakfast, the entire Antelope herd gathered in a circle for a special ceremony. After three months with the herd, it was time for Margarita to receive her new “Forest name.” From now on, she’d be proud to be called Palpi, which means “the skunk.”
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