This is a level of unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real number life, use a condom, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sort of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.
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hiker In the cantonment ( MF, con, nc, impreg ? )
by Krosis of the Collective
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The following happened various years ago, in the summertime. Some friends and I went camping in Tofino, which is on the Dame Rebecca West coast of Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada. Great surfing for those who like that sort of affair, but my champion had gone for another rationality : Tofino was the official summertime get-together localization for potheads. Pot smokers from all over the world came to Tofino to get drunk and high in friendly groups.
While I was not a pothead myself, I had gone the former yr and tried a pot cookie -- it really fucked me up. I had stumbled around between the beach and bivouac various meter, experienced `` pot paranoia '' when I was approached by some guy who recognized me from my grouping of Friend, and finally I collapsed back in my collapsible shelter. While I was n't going to do anything like that again this twelvemonth, I did bask the comradeship, when I was n't all whacked-out.
This twelvemonth I had brought my girlfriend-of-six-months Ruth, a short, cute blonde with glasses -- she loved ganja. When we arrived a little later than everyone else we found that all the campsite were taken. Word of God of Tofino had really spread this year ! We had to set up our collapsible shelter in a campsite with a couple early tents.
After setting up camp we joined my booster and some of the multitude they had brought in a campsite with elbow room for a fire. Some of these citizenry I had n't seen in quite a piece, including Kelli, a daughter who found ways to fare to Town to hang around with my friends ( and smoke pot ) as often as potential, but I had n't seen her in a twosome of years. She was a short brunette with lentigo, and used to be kind of dumpy, but with big boobs. She had since grown more attractive and fit, but still had those nice dope, and her legs had slimmed down too, I was noticing thanks to her abruptly boxershorts ... nice. I thought back to a brace old age late, when she had been less attractive and I had hit on her, thinking to maybe `` thrust a dog a osseous tissue '' -- she had turned me down flatbed and unvoiced. Bitch.
One of the guys had brought pot cookies again, but I turned them down. I was n't going to do that again, though Ruth and Kelli had some, among others. Kelli headed back to her tent to get a jacket to protect from the cold wind that would hail off the ocean and I noted that her tent was right on next to ours.
The night passed slowly for me. Nothing like feeling left out in a grouping of people who are on a whole other stage of knowingness. commiseration seemed all right with the cooky 's effects, and Kelli was hitting on a surfer guy who came over to our beach bonfire. She had bragged to one of her protagonist that she would bag a `` hottie ''. Twit.
The night wore on. The `` hottie '' ( whose public figure was Brad, I found out ) was casting frequent glimpse over at ruth 's legs, which kinda irked me. Stick to your objet d'art, buddy, I thought. Ruth had n't noticed, though, and was getting all snuggly with me. We headed back to camp.
After saying goodnight to the few who were still hanging around the campfire site, Babe Ruth and I adjourned to our tent. Out of the moonshine we could n't see a thing. She fell upon me, kissing my lips and neck, pulling at my T-shirt. I raised my arms and it came off quickly. I helped with her shirt and trunks, and kissed my way up her stomach to her bra. She arched her back and the bra quickly joined the respite of the spiritual domain clothes on the floor. I licked around her puffy areolae and pointy nipples, and she groaned in appreciation. She did n't stimulate very orotund breasts, but they were prissy and sore. I sucked as much of her compensate breast as I could into my mouthpiece. She gasped and arched her back, her hands holding my head and her left leg angling behind my book binding. I sucked greedily on both knocker for a few minutes, then moved onto my side to get rid of my horseshoe, bloomers and underclothing. She took the opportunity to quickly pull her pantie off.
As we intertwined our dead body, I heard gasps from the tertiary tent in the site. I did n't know who was in there, but there was some nookie going on, and audible evidence of it was rising. Hot darn, I thought, as I brought my peter to Ruth 's snuggly warm up hole. I put the head in a short and swirled it around, driving her nuts.
The gasping from tent three had changed to a steadier grunting -- somebody was getting it good. I also heard Kelli 's tent zipper open and close, and some giggling from there.
I pushed my penis further into commiseration 's moist pussy. She pulled me secretive for some passionate wet osculation. I pulled my extremity back slowly until I was poised at her entrance again, then slammed home. `` Oh God '', she gasped. Then I did it again, sloooowly pulling out, then ramming it knockout, balls-deep. `` Uh uh uh ! '' she was almost hyperventilating.
Truth to enjoin, I was going from slow down and calm to quick ramming in order to keep my capitulum out. Tent three was really carrying on, the woman crying loudly for her partner to go faster, harder. I was also hearing some gasping and moaning from Kelli 's tent.
All six of us seemed like musical instrument in some erotic symphonic music, sex sound rising and falling, feeding off the resonance of the others, keeping the melody going. I was giving it to Babe Ruth faster now, though they were still pretty measured strokes, in and out, in and out. I could n't see her typeface, but imagined that her eye were closed in enjoyment of the pleasure.
The sounds from tent three rose to a fever pitch as I heard the man oink loudly, the womanhood responding with a high-pitched squeal. After a few seconds it was all over in there. Kelli was grunting oh, oh, oh. My driving force were increasing, and I could find the associate tingle at the understructure of my shaft. ruth was gasping continuously now, her digit playing with her button as she neared orgasm.
Suddenly I heard Brad 's brassy moan, and Kelli 's accompanying pant. Picturing her fount as she came, I quickly rammed my dick into Ruth and started spurting, her orgasm overcoming her in answer to mine. `` AH AH AH AH ! ! ! '' she cried, arching her pelvis into me, her body sucking the semen from my orb. undecomposed thing she 's on the pill, I thought.
As we came down from heaven I pulled out of her, rolling to the side. I reached up to fondle her face. `` ruth ? '' She was totally unconscious. Yeah, I think I slept like the dead after that pot cookie terminal year too.
I heard Kelli 's tent exposed and someone slip up out. rum, I opened the tent zipper a niggling to see Brad standing by the border of the inner circle. He tossed something small toward the George Herbert Walker Bush, then pulled out some cigarettes.
Quickly getting back into my clothes, I left the tent and headed over to him. He nodded at me, the general `` hey '' house. He was trying to get down his cigaret with no success -- it looked like his Bic was discharge. Though not a smoker myself, I was always prepared -- you would n't believe how many bird you can get with a make hoy. I whipped out my Zippo and offered him fervour. He lit up, appreciative.
'' Thanks '', he said.
'' No prob. How 's it goin'? '' I queried.
'' Awesome. Heh. You probably heard '', he said, nodding at Kelli 's tent.
'' Yeah. We all had some fun. '' I absentmindedly wandered over to where I had seen him dump the unidentified item. indisputable enough, it was a used condom. Not on the pill, Kelli ? I mused.
looking for back, I noticed Brad casting furtive glances toward my tent. I came back to stomach beside him. `` My girl 's totally out. '' I said. `` Those pot cookies ... ''
'' Yeah, um, what'shername, Kristy, is comatose, too. '' Jeez, he could n't even commend Kelli 's name ?
He was still surreptitiously glancing at my tent. I had an idea.
'' I 'm not tired at all '', I said. `` I think I 'll head back to the beach for a while. ``
'' Uh, yeah '', he turned back to me. `` I 'm tired ... probably head back to my coterie when I 'm done this. '' He held up the last half of his cigarette. His noticeable hard-on, however, belied his story.
'' 'kay, seeya ! '' I called, heading down the dark poop road to the beach. When he was no longer looking I ducked into the trees. Spying from my new vantage point I could see he was looking back at my tent again. I crouched and made my way back through the Tree so I could better see what he was going to do. Sure enough, he sucked back the remainder of his cig, looked around, then clambered into my tent, zipping it up behind him. Son of a cunt ! Well, I had a plan too.
I quietly went back into the clique and heard snoring from the tertiary tent. I undid Kelli 's tent 's zipper and slipped inside, the ambient light from the moonlight allowing me to see her slumbering form lying there. Brad had n't taken off her blouse -- only her underdrawers and jacket had been removed, revealing her second joint and dark, inviting bush.
Accepting the `` invitation '', I quietly re-zipped the entering and headed for her in the dark. I could hear moans coming from my collapsible shelter now -- Brad had already begun the sleeping rape of my girlfriend, no doubt helped along by the slickness my cum had left behind. Speaking of which, I moved my finger's breadth to Kelli 's pussy to `` seek the territorial dominion ''. Her succus were the but ones in there, and had dried a picayune in the interpose time. I would fix that.
I unbuttoned her blouse and felt up her sizable tits, which were still clad in her bra. A niggling blind groping found the clutches in the movement ( thank God ), and I swear I almost heard a `` sproing '' sound as it came loose. I dived in, grabbing, licking, sucking, kneading. A balmy moan escaped her lips as she continued to doze.
I was trying to be quiet. Brad, however, was not. Over Sultan of Swat 's unconscious gasping his oink were getting louder. The guy was really getting off on fucking my sleeping girlfriend, and he would n't last much longer by the sound of it. Amateur.
I moved my digit back down to Kelli 's cunt. Inserting two into her warm fold, I used my thumb on her clit, round and daily round, up and down. That, combined with the increasing incursion of my fingerbreadth, soon sped up her breathing and had her juice flowing. Within a couple of minutes her vagina was quite tropic. It was time. I removed my fingers from her honeypot and slipped them into her back talk. She started sucking, a lifelike reflex. A repellent smile crossed my face.
Just then I heard Brad cry out : `` Uhh AHH ! AHH ! ! '' It was over. A few seconds later I heard my tent zipper afford and then receding footsteps. Phew. If Brad had come back into Kelli 's collapsible shelter I would get been fucked. Instead it was going to be Kelli.
Turning her onto her side, I finished removing her blouse and bra and slid into the `` spoon '' office, my pelvis pressing against her butt. Reaching down, I positioned myself at her hot, unprotected hole. `` Gotcha ! '' I whispered forcefully into her ear, then shove my hips.
I slid in easily, thanks to my digit stimulation. My dick buried itself in her tight, hot box. shucks, it felt proficient. I snuggled up to her, my paw reaching around and up to fondle her tits.
'' I wonder, have you ever had a condomless pecker in you before, Kelli ? '' I whispered. `` Is mine the first ? '' I started to move my rose hip back and forth. It felt so proficient. I tweaked and swirled my fingers around her nipples as I slowly moved my phallus in and out of the unsuspicious bitch. `` Can you feel my unprotected babymaker in you, Kelli ? '' My dirty mutterings were having a get effect on me, and I started to run my rosehip faster. Her breathing also increased in fastness. Minutes passed.
I remembered from sex education class that a cleaning lady has increased body heat and vaginal secretions during ovulation. Her insides were almost hot against the skin of my cock, and she was definitely wet. I sucked on her earlobe, then moved my mitt down to her abdomen. `` Are you ovulating right now, Kelli ? Is there an egg in there waiting for my semen ? '' As if she could hear me, subdued moans escaped her brim. My cocksucker continued its back-and-forth motion in her sopping deepness. I slowed a piddling, wanting to extend my domination of the female child ( actually, she was 19 by then, but my mental epitome of her was still the girl I had met years ago ). I continued to massage her abdomen, as if to stimulate her fallopian tubes into giving up their prize if they had n't already.
My hand moved further down to her clit and I started to lightly stimulate it. Her breathing got heavier and her butt started to crunch back against my pelvis. `` Oh yeah, child '', I whispered in her ear. `` You want it. You want my stiff sperm swimming in your unprotected womb. You want me to bonk my baby into you. '' I increased the pressure on her button. It was really doing a number on her, and she started to buck. UH ! UH ! UHH ! she gasped softly.
'' Cum for me, baby. Oh, your hot slit is sucking out my sperm ! '' It was true. Despite my wanting to drag this out, her orgasmic, sucking love tunnel pushed me right over the edge. My penis grew another half-inch inside her fertile hole as the touch sensation overwhelmed me. I started to spurt, grabbing her hips and jamming my bare prick as far toward her womb as I could. My aphrodisiacal rustle turned to insane ramblings : `` UNHH ! Can you feel it, Kelli ? Can you feel my swimmer being sucked into your eubstance ? AHH ! God, they 'll go all through you, searching for your ... your womb and vulnerable egg. They 'll fight for the right field to merge with your genes, piercing your egg and making new animation. Can you sense it ? UNHHH ! UHHHHHH ! ! AAAHHHH ! ! ! ``
It seemed the streams of semen would n't block up, Kelli 's uninterrupted orgasm coaxing to a greater extent and more of the transmissible material from my testicles. If she was fertile right now, there was a pretty good probability she would get significant. I ceased my hip movements, laying my question against her pillow, panting heavily. She had just finished her after-orgasm quivering when she sighed. Perfectly still, I waited to mold if she was still asleep, my prick still embedded in her.
A arcminute passed. Her breathing returned to sleep-normal. I pulled out of her slowly, causing a frustrated moan to make out from her.
'' Aw, do you want more, Kelli ? Did I not return your trunk decent attending ? '' I rolled her onto her back. If she did n't wake up from that spermatozoan injection, then I had the opportunity to stay fresh going. I 've read that if a woman sexual climax after a man ejaculates within her, then the entrance to her womb lower, sucking up the lodge semen in fourth dimension with her muscle spasm. I returned my hand to her vagina, again playing with her clit.
'' Ohh '' a bothered auditory sensation came from her this time. damn, her button was overstimulated -- I would have to do this internally. Hm. well, unless I wanted to dip my fingers into that semen, or to taste it by going down on her ( yuck ! ), I would make to use my now-deflated phallus. thinking of the fingers I had put in her mouth earlier, I had an idea.
Moving up beside her head, I turned her fount toward me, opened her lip and inserted my limp member. She immediately began to suck. I was pleased at the sarcasm that she seemed like a baby nursing. I wondered if our child would be lucky enough to be breastfed on these smasher. I rubbed and tweaked her tit with my finger as her sucking brought life back to my member. After a few minutes I started to pump into her mouth, then stopped myself. Mr. Wiggly, there 's a spot for everything and everything in its plaza, and you 're needed for a deputation oceanic abyss in the productive jungle.
I moved down between her ramification and put the tip of my pecker at her mess. Ah yes, the warmth was decent, and everything was quite slipperiness because of my already-deposited semen. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her pelvic girdle so I could jam my phallus heterosexual person in, hard. If she was n't going to inflame up then I was going for broke.
I pulled almost all the way out and then squeeze back in. No sound from her yet, but I had just begun. For minutes I varied my speed as I went, using a combining of half-strokes, light-headed swirling and balls-deep ramming. Our breathing had again increased and I no longer cared about making sex disturbance, much like Brad when he had fucked Ruth.
I buried my boldness in her neck opening, nibbling, kissing, sucking. I swear I 'd never had sex as adept as this. I did n't get it on if it was that she was unconscious mind and this was a variety of assault, or that I was unsuspectingly impregnating the beef, or what.
I rose back so I was only on my knee joint. Taking her branch, I threw them over my shoulders for maximum penetration. God, I was cryptical ! Holding the backrest of her second joint against my chest with my custody, my thrust became hard and veritable. After a arcminute I pushed her legs back against her breast, climbing more on top of her, squishing her titty, and she started to pant each prison term I buried myself in her -- I must have been hitting her womb.
I could feel the familiar smell begin in my balls. Three times in an hr was a record for me, and I was going to imprecate well constitute sure she came, to get to her womb suck my stiff stuff inside. Picking up fastness, I rammed her again and again. Her body tensed, preparing itself for coming as she started to grunt. I jammed myself all the way in, then tensed my leg, stomach and hip musculus, producing nervous vibrations ( you know, like when you try to read off your biceps and end up with a quivering arm because you 're trying too hard ). The vibrations running down my coxa and phallus through her clit, vagina and womb set Kelli off like a firecracker. She howled, her arms flying around my principal and pulling my mouthpiece to hers as she CAME ! I could n't believe the feeling ! I could feel her vagina go nuts as her uterus pulsated at the end of my cock, sucking, sucking. I let go of my consignment with a loud cry, spurting my seed directly into her womb, continuing the muscular quiver. She continued to cum and cry, her fingers twining into my hair, her tongue delving into my mouth, her body needing this fertilisation on the near basic of storey. Should 've been on the pill, Kelli, I thought. pudden-head hussy like you deserve what they get.
Finally, her arms fell to the English and I unhooked her wooden leg from my shoulder. My phallus was still in her and I could still sense the aftershocks of her cum moving through her. An evil sentiment went through my head. I resumed my jab, even though my stopcock was losing its inflexibility, keeping her orgasmic aftershocks going. After a few bit I moved my mouth back up to her ear and whispered, `` Kelli, I love you ''.
'' UUHHH ! AAHHHH ! ! ! '' she screamed. The aftershocks she was experiencing exploded into full lifetime as her vagina spasmed around my rooster over and over, hopefully sucking the last of my potent babymaking sperm inside her unprotected womb. I did n't entail what I had said, of row, but I had found out with my second-to-last girlfriend that saying those three witching words unexpectedly during sex can almost always produce a self-generated orgasm in a charwoman, especially if it was the initiatory fourth dimension you 'd ever distinguish her. How wry that a casual sex trollop like Kelli would subconsciously ascertain the concept of real love so stimulating.
As she came down from her last orgasm, I continued to whisper in her ear : `` Little slut ! You wo n't remember this fuck, but you 'll never forget it either ! '' Even if she did get meaning she would point the fingerbreadth at Brad, who by that time would hopefully have disappeared back to where he came from.
I pulled out of Kelli with a slurping sound, pulled my bloomers back up and quietly slipped back into my tent. Ruth was splayed wide unfastened on the quiescency bag, cum running out of her. Brad had n't used a safety either ( no admiration he came so fast ), but thankfully Ruth was on the pill. Still, I did n't know if he had HIV or what. We left in the morning and I gave her the silent treatment until we got back to township. Once there I broke up with her, claiming that she had been unfaithful, that mortal had seen a guy go into our tent during my absence, which was technically lawful. She was dumbfounded, but I was full of judgment of conviction. She was getting slow anyway -- a pothead and a tobacco user, and I was neither.
I stopped hanging around with my pothead friends after this so I did n't hear if Kelli got significant after all, or if so, if she carried it to condition. Asking doubt would probably give birth attracted some suspicion anyway. Still, I sometimes wonder if I 'm unknowingly a pappa, and if the beef got what was coming to her .