Message-ID: <11990eli$9806081259@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Camping Delights 3 (Husbands, nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <8bf578f.357b766a@aol.com> Camping Delights (Husbands, nc) By Johnny and Jill (as told to Meiraj@aol.com) Chapter 3. Jill’s diary for Friday night: Dear Diary, last night is a night I will never forget. It was the first night of our weekend camping trip. My husband Johnny had had misgivings about camping - sleeping in a tent? in a wooded area amidst all kinds of crawling worms? He has never gone camping in his life. But Bonny and her husband Bill helped me talk Johnnyny into trying it at least once. So, after we had pitched our tents and taken in the camp atmosphere, Johnnyny had loosened up a bit with some positive enthusiasm. I was glad he was beginning to enjoy it. Hence I decided to reward him privately in our little tent, at night. So, when he came into the tent I was pretending to be asleep. No sooner had he lied down, then I pulled my ‘tigress’ act that he loves. I growled and jumped on him and started biting and scratching and kissing him. Johnnyny likes this but pretends to ward off the tigress with all kinds of mock escape movements. But he really gets excited and can’t help his cock getting fat and throbbing. Like a tigress I always manage to slam my pussy aggressively around his throbbing cock. I have my ways of making it real easy for me, like packing my pussy with lots of K-Y as if I am packing a front wheel. After all it is my front wheel. So, anyway, last night, dear Diary, was an unforgettable night. A minute or so after I started riding him, I felt I had perhaps lubricated myself a bit too much, and at the same time I noticed I was rising a bit higher and sliding down longer than normal. So I pulled out and wiped myself a bit with his PJ. I wiped his penis. While wiping, I played a bit with the rod. I couldn’t help feeling the camp had also done his cock some good. It felt like it had elongated and slimmed a bit. The short stubby one had relaxed and become slim and tall. Wow. He felt good. I gave him my tits to kiss and suck and again slipped him inside my magic tube. Going up and down was a comfortable fit, not the usual extra tight fit. So, I cruised slowly, then speeded up, then slowed down, then speeded up again. His hands were exploring whatever of my territory. He enjoyed it. His hands couldn’t seem to have enough of my boobs and butts, while his lips responded to mine. I grinded and grinded. Kissed him all over his face, whispering my love chant ‘Oh Johnnyny, Oh Johnnyny.’ When I came, boy did I cum. It was sheer fireworks, and he also came at the same time. I could feel his hot lava shooting inside me. I must have moaned and moaned. He put his finger on my lips to shoosh me. I guess he didn’t want our friends in the next tent to hear me. Finally with exhausted satisfaction I rolled down and curled into his arms. I liked his new aftershave. I hadn’t smelled that on him before. His body felt more muscular, more comforting. Jhonny was very silent all through, responding to my whisperings only with kisses and nudgings of his head on my face. I guess he didn’t want Bill and Bonny to hear anything. We must have cuddled like that for a while before I took his penis in my hand again. I like to squeeze it, squish it, and knead it when it is small. I felt something different about the now shrunken little guy. I must have dozed off for a while. Then I was awake, still in a cuddle, my body in a close clasp to his. And he was straight on his back. I couldn’t help taking his matter into my hand again and play with it. It didn’t take long for it to rise up again like an awakened snake; again long and slim. And I was delighted. Johnnyny is usually a one-zee. ‘Gee, camping agrees with him,’ I thought. He had let it out all the way; yes, all the way which is not usual for him. With excitement and gladness my heart felt blossomed. ‘Gee, Johnnyny has become a different man, may be a woody spirit has invaded his body,’ I thought. I fantasied him as a woodycock and wanted to enjoy him to the fullest. I love the second round, but Johnny and I hadn’t had second round for a long time. He likes to ration it, stop when we still want to go on. He has this idea that that some unreleased lava is good for a positive tension in marriage. I can’t buy that. I think he has heard a lot of bull shit while he was growing up. Anyway I went back to my thought of him as being possessed by a wild woody spirit. The stick in my hand was in full spirit and throbbing. I thought ‘why not a second round?’ We wer not home but in a tent without a care in the world. I didn’t want to regret in the morning for not having utilized the two-zee opportunity the night had offered. ‘Yes, I will have him strike the iron when it is hot; have him pound the nail that has stood up; have him plant the poppycock. I snuggled up to him closer, nibbled his ear, ran my tongue around it, reached into the crevices of his ear with the tip of my tongue, whispered in his ear, “Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, do me again, fuck me, fuuck me hard, fuuuckk me good, I want it, Oh please Johnny.” My fondling his ear must have given him quite a stimulation. He made delightful moves, quite unlike any I had experienced before. The camping had induced something deliciously alien in him. He moved his hand ever so lightly and slooowly over my naked body. He turned me fully on my back. I felt a light tinkling, intoxicating, his fingers zigzagging all over my skin. Not the usual grabbing and sqeezing the boobs as if they wouldn’t be there tomorrow, not the usual digit that wants to go down into the cave to calculate. No, it was different. The fingers were dancing over my belly, my sides, my thighs, my butt, barely touching. I was being teased and played with. This new play was driving me crazy. I was simmering with passion unlike ever before. All I could think was, I want it, I want it, I want it!!! I was trying to pull him over me. No, he was not ready. He started brushing my lips with his, ever so slightly, licking my ear but barely - tiny teasing licks. The back of my mind was wondering why Johnny had never excited me like this. I was also feeling guilty for such analytical thoughts when I should be enjoying the moment fully. I could hear my heart beat pounding with anticipatory excitement. I felt I was sizzling in sixth heaven, and I wanted to go to the seventh heaven right away. I must have grabbed his head and pulled his ear next to my mouth and pleaded in whispers - yes a small part of me, a very small part of me was conscious that we were in a little tent next to another little tent where out friends could be eavesdropping. I couldn’t help pleading whisps, “Johnny, fuck me, fuck me now, fuck, fuck, fuck; just Fuck, please, FucK, fUCk, FUCK NNOW.” But at the same time I wanted him to keep me in sweet sensual agony. As if he read my thoughts, he started planting kisses an inch apart, on my, breasts, nipples, ears, cheeks, lips, nose, forehead, throat, chin, cheeks and lips. He lovingly licked and sucked the soft underside of a breast while massaging the other with his palm. I was in a daze of relaxing pleasure in anticipation of an even higher level soon. He finally mounted me and lowered his thighs between mine, slowly spreading me apart with his thighs. I could feel his steel rod pressed flat against my mound, pointing towards my belly button. He rested it there and sought my mouth with his, taking my lower lip, taking my upper lip, taking both lips, moving down and sucking my nipples. His iron horse moved into the opening of the tunnel and I was on my way to seventh heaven. VOILA, I FELT CONNECTED TO THE WIND, TO THE FIRE, TO THE WATER, TO THE SKY, TO THE EARTH!!! I began to feel a most delicious rocking, up and down, up and down. Slow at first, then at medium pace, and finally at full speed, then sudden slowing to just the right speed! I bubbled, I quivered, I jumped, I thumped and I thudded. Sounds escaped from me. He put his finger on my lips. But I couldn’t help it. When I feel that good, I have to say it out loud. How can you NOT say aaahh , wooohh aaammm, ooooh, hnoohn at a Fourth of July fireworks. And this was like the 200th anniversary fireworks. Finally I felt contented, satiated, satisfied, fulfilled, filled to the brim, and blissfully exhausted. I felt a new deeper attachment to Johnny, even gratitude. All I remember is that I was in a comfortable cuddle when sleepdom embraced me. ---------------------------------------------- Continued in Camping Delights Chapter 4. Johnny’s Diary for Saturday. By Meiraj@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----