Romans & histoires Camping Sex Stories

The rest of week Hardin and I find things to occupy ourselves with as we enjoy our final few days together. We have sex, take walks through the woods, we go swimming in the waterfall, we have sex, dinner, movies, sex, board games, drinking games, sex, go running as wolves together, sex, and sex, and more sex.

“I absolutely like them a lot because it gives off this snug, warm, cuddly sort of feel to it, and I truly like that. And there are so many cool and fun activities you can do while camping such as going on a night walk with a friend or something, sitting around a campfire and just keeping warm, or go for a swim in a lake spontaneously. It all just appeared like a nice getaway to relieve any kind of stress, almost as if it was a dream come you, you know? Am I making any sense?” Hearing corny and cheesy things like this come from anyone else is simply plain annoying. However, hearing it come from his boyfriend made the whole experience just so amazing and adorable, that even Krist had to pract

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I say. He rolls off the bed to rifle through his duffel and reappears quickly, tossing condoms onto the bedside table and ripping a foil open with his teeth. “Don’t read anything into it,” he commands, probably seeing the question on my face of why so many condoms. “It’s just something I’ve always done. Over-prepared and all that.” I grin. “I’m a fan of being prepared.”

"Quick release before meeting." I left marks inside, notes in the bag. But attraction dominated thoughts. Weekend getaway to cabin. No interruptions. Naked most of the time. Morning sex in bed, slow and deep. "Love waking like this," I whispered. He flipped me, taking control. "My turn to lead." Powerful strokes. Breakfast interrupted by more on the counter. "Spread wider." An afternoon hike led to outdoor passion against trees. "Risky but worth it," he said, thrusting. I agreed, coming loud in the woods. Evening by fire, me riding reverse. His view was full. Hands on my rear. "Grind back. Yes."

The pressure built until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock. He followed right after, groaning my name as he buried himself deep and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. He kissed me softly, then rested his forehead against mine. “Mary…” he whispered. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees. But inside the cabin, the only sound was our breathing. And the quiet knowledge that we had just crossed a line we could never uncross.

The room filled with the symphony of their use: the wet slap of skin, the guttural male grunts, the choked, desperate sounds she made around the cock in her mouth. “You like being our communal fleshlight, don’t you?” Sam’s voice came from beside her ear, calm and darkly amused. His smooth hand stroked her sweat-slicked side. “You love knowing any one of these guys can pump a load into any hole they want. That you’re just a set of free-use holes now.”

Son comes home early and finds mom tied to her bed. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. The camping trip was a wash out - literally. Rain had flooded the valley, and a flash flood had washed away everything. Rob only had time to grab his backpack as he ran up the hill to escape. Reaching safety, he looked through the pack to see what little he had saved. There were swim trunks, bug spray, a single change of clothes, and two granola bars. Checking one of the pockets he found his car keys and wallet. His cell phone and everything else were wherever the tent was. He hadn't done a very good job picking out the cam

The care felt deeply intimate and loving, a reminder of why I had chosen this life with him. Just as I began to drift toward sleep, Morello’s touch shifted. His fingers trailed more deliberately across my skin, brushing over my nipples, sliding down my abdomen, and finally wrapping loosely around my cock beneath the water. He stroked me slowly, teasingly, until I stirred and opened my eyes. "Remember the last time we had sex, amore?" he asked, his voice turning husky, a playful glint lighting his eyes. I blinked, still hazy. "Today. I had sex with clients. Two of them, actually, in the same session."

Cole followed seconds later, burying himself deep in her ass and filling her with hot spurts. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Eventually, they gently pulled out and collapsed around her on the bed, surrounding her with warmth. Sophia lay between them, thoroughly satisfied, cum slowly leaking from both her well-used holes. Luca kissed her shoulder. “Happy glamping weekend.” Cole smiled against her neck. “We still have two more nights.” Sophia laughed softly, glowing with pleasure. “I think I’m going to enjoy this retreat very, very much.”