This is a fib of unprotected sex, and is a study of fabrication. In real biography, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dunk his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' with impunity and without protection.
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tramper In the Camp ( MF, con, nc, impreg ? )
by Krosis of the Collective
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The following happened various geezerhood ago, in the summertime. Some booster 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 friend had gone for another intellect : Tofino was the functionary summer get-together placement for potheads. Pot smokers from all over the mankind came to Tofino to get drunk and high gear in friendly groups.
While I was not a pothead myself, I had gone the previous class and tried a pot cooky -- it really fucked me up. I had stumbled around between the beach and campsite various times, experienced `` pot paranoia '' when I was approached by some guy who recognized me from my group of friends, and finally I collapsed back in my tent. While I was n't going to do anything like that again this yr, I did enjoy the camaraderie, when I was n't all whacked-out.
This twelvemonth I had brought my girlfriend-of-six-months Book of Ruth, a short, cute blonde with glasses -- she loved marijuana. When we arrived a little later than everyone else we found that all the camping ground were taken. Word of Tofino had really spread this yr ! We had to set up our collapsible shelter in a campsite with a couple other tents.
After setting up camp we joined my friends and some of the people they had brought in a encampment with room for a blast. Some of these people I had n't seen in quite a piece, including Kelli, a girl who found ways to come to town to hang around with my friends ( and smoke pot ) as often as possible, but I had n't seen her in a couple of days. She was a suddenly brunette with freckles, and used to be kind of dumpy, but with big boobs. She had since grown more attractive and fit, but still had those gracious dumbbell, and her legs had slimmed down too, I was noticing thanks to her abruptly shortstop ... nice. I thought back to a match long time previous, when she had been less attractive and I had hit on her, thinking to maybe `` give a dog a bone '' -- she had turned me down monotonous and hard. Bitch.
One of the guys had brought pot cooky 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 frigidity twist that would come off the ocean and I noted that her collapsible shelter was right next to ours.
The night passed slowly for me. Nothing like feeling left out in a chemical group of people who are on a completely former level of awareness. commiseration seemed all right with the cookie 's effects, and Kelli was hitting on a surfer guy who came over to our beach bonfire. She had bragged to one of her friends that she would bag a `` hottie ''. Twit.
The nighttime wore on. The `` hottie '' ( whose epithet was Brad, I found out ) was casting sponsor glances over at George Herman Ruth 's legs, which kinda irked me. Stick to your objet d'art, pal, 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 situation, Ruth and I adjourned to our tent. Out of the moonshine we could n't see a thing. She fell upon me, kissing my mouth and neck, pulling at my tee shirt. I raised my arm and it came off quickly. I helped with her shirt and shorts, and kissed my way up her stomach to her bra. She arched her back and the bra quickly joined the rest period of the spiritual domain clothes on the trading floor. I licked around her puffy areola and pointy tit, and she groaned in appreciation. She did n't have very large bosom, but they were nice and sensitive. I sucked as much of her right white meat as I could into my mouth. She gasped and arched her back, her hands holding my head and her go forth leg angling behind my vertebral column. I sucked greedily on both breasts for a few hour, then moved onto my side of meat to bump off my shoes, pant and underwear. She took the opportunity to quickly pull her panties off.
As we intertwined our bodies, I heard pant from the third tent in the site. I did n't love who was in there, but there was some shag going on, and audible grounds of it was rising. Hot damn, I thought, as I brought my hawkshaw to Sultan of Swat 's snuggly warm muddle. I put the fountainhead in a piddling and swirled it around, driving her nuts.
The gasping from camp out three had changed to a steadier grunting -- individual was getting it skillful. I also heard Kelli 's tent zipper open and close, and some giggling from there.
I pushed my penis further into pathos 's moist twat. She pulled me nigher for some passionate wet osculation. I pulled my extremity back slowly until I was poised at her entrance again, then slammed nursing home. `` Oh God '', she gasped. Then I did it again, sloooowly pulling out, then ramming it hard, balls-deep. `` Uh uh uh ! '' she was almost hyperventilating.
verity to tell, I was going from dim and steady to quick ramming in club to proceed my spike out. Tent three was really carrying on, the cleaning lady 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 corresponding instruments in some titillating symphony orchestra, sex sounds rising and falling, feeding off the resonance of the others, keeping the melody going. I was giving it to ruth faster now, though they were still pretty measured strokes, in and out, in and out. I could n't see her cheek, but imagined that her middle were closed in use of the pleasure.
The sounds from tent three rose to a fever slant as I heard the man grunt loudly, the woman responding with a high-pitched squeal. After a few sec it was all over in there. Kelli was grunting oh, oh, oh. My driving force were increasing, and I could feel the intimate shiver at the stand of my shaft. Ruth was gasping continuously now, her fingers playing with her clit as she neared orgasm.
Suddenly I heard Brad 's meretricious moan, and Kelli 's accompanying gasp. Picturing her facial expression as she came, I quickly rammed my dick into Ruth and started spurting, her coming overcoming her in reception to mine. `` AH AH AH AH ! ! ! '' she cried, arching her pelvic arch into me, her consistency sucking the seed from my balls. serious thing she 's on the pill, I thought.
As we came down from heaven I pulled out of her, rolling to the slope. I reached up to caress her brass. `` Ruth ? '' She was totally unconscious mind. Yeah, I think I slept like the absolutely after that pot cooky last year too.
I heard Kelli 's tent afford and someone falter out. Curious, I opened the tent zipper a little to see Brad standing by the sharpness of the summer camp. He tossed something small toward the bushes, then pulled out some cigarettes.
Quickly getting back into my clothes, I left the collapsible shelter and headed over to him. He nodded at me, the universal `` hey '' mansion. He was trying to light his cigarette with no success -- it looked like his Bic was empty. Though not a smoker myself, I was always prepared -- you would n't believe how many chicks you can get with a ready lighter. I whipped out my nix and offered him fire. 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 unnamed item. Sure enough, it was a victimized rubber. Not on the contraceptive pill, Kelli ? I mused.
looking at back, I noticed Brad casting backstairs glance toward my tent. I came back to stand beside him. `` My girlfriend 's totally out. '' I said. `` Those pot cooky ... ''
'' Yeah, um, what'shername, Kristy, is comatose, too. '' Jeez, he could n't even remember Kelli 's figure ?
He was still surreptitiously glancing at my collapsible shelter. 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 clique when I 'm done this. '' He held up the last one-half of his cigarette. His noticeable hard-on, however, belied his story.
'' 'kay, seeya ! '' I called, heading down the gloomy dirt road to the beach. When he was no longer looking I ducked into the Tree. Spying from my new advantage head I could see he was looking back at my tent again. I crouched and made my way back through the trees so I could meliorate see what he was going to do. Sure enough, he sucked back the rest of his cig, looked around, then clambered into my tent, zipping it up behind him. Son of a bitch ! Well, I had a programme too.
I quietly went back into the camp and heard snoring from the thirdly tent. I undid Kelli 's tent 's zipper and slipped inside, the ambient light from the Moon allowing me to see her slumbering class lying there. Brad had n't taken off her blouse -- only her boxershorts and jacket had been removed, revealing her second joint and dark, inviting bush.
Accepting the `` invitation '', I quietly re-zipped the entrance and headed for her in the dark. I could hear groan coming from my collapsible shelter now -- Brad had already begun the sleeping rape of my girlfriend, no doubt helped along by the slickness my come had left behind. public speaking of which, I moved my fingerbreadth to Kelli 's cunt to `` assay the territory ''. Her succus were the only ones in there, and had dried a little in the intervening time. I would fix that.
I unbuttoned her blouse and felt up her sizable teat, which were still clad in her bra. A little blind groping found the clasp in the presence ( thank God ), and I swear I almost heard a `` sproing '' auditory sensation as it came loose. I dived in, grabbing, licking, sucking, kneading. A soft moan escaped her lips as she continued to doze.
I was trying to be smooth. Brad, however, was not. Over George Herman Ruth 's unconscious mind gasping his oink were getting louder. The guy was really getting off on fucking my sleeping girlfriend, and he would n't last much foresightful by the audio of it. Amateur.
I moved my fingers back down to Kelli 's cunt. Inserting two into her warm folds, I used my thumb on her clit, round and round, up and down. That, combined with the increasing penetration of my fingers, soon sped up her breathing and had her juice flowing. Within a dyad of moment her vagina was quite tropical. It was time. I removed my fingers from her honeypot and slipped them into her oral cavity. She started sucking, a born physiological reaction. A skanky smiling crossed my face.
Just then I heard Brad cry out : `` Uhh AHH ! AHH ! ! '' It was over. A few indorsement later I heard my tent zipper open and then receding step. Phew. If Brad had come back into Kelli 's tent I would have been fucked. Instead it was going to be Kelli.
Turning her onto her position, I finished removing her blouse and bra and slid into the `` spoon '' position, my hip pressure against her butt. Reaching down, I positioned myself at her hot, unprotected gob. `` Gotcha ! '' I whispered forcefully into her ear, then thrust my hips.
I slid in easily, thanks to my finger foreplay. My prick buried itself in her tight, hot box. hoot, it felt good. I snuggled up to her, my hand reaching around and up to caress her tits.
'' I wonder, have you ever had a condomless incision in you before, Kelli ? '' I whispered. `` Is mine the first ? '' I started to affect my hips back and forth. It felt so good. I tweaked and swirled my fingers around her mammilla as I slowly moved my phallus in and out of the unsuspecting bitch. `` Can you feel my unprotected babymaker in you, Kelli ? '' My dirty mutterings were having a stimulating consequence on me, and I started to move my coxa faster. Her breathing also increased in speed. hour passed.
I remembered from sex education family that a woman has increased eubstance heat and vaginal secernment during ovulation. Her insides were almost hot against the skin of my putz, and she was definitely wet. I sucked on her earlobe, then moved my hand down to her stomach. `` Are you ovulating right now, Kelli ? Is there an egg in there waiting for my seed ? '' As if she could hear me, soft groan escaped her brim. My prick up continued its back-and-forth motion in her sop depths. I slowed a little, wanting to prolong my mastery of the young woman ( actually, she was 19 by then, but my genial image of her was still the girl I had met years ago ). I continued to knead her abdomen, as if to cause her fallopian tubing into giving up their prize if they had n't already.
My hand moved further down to her clitoris and I started to lightly rush it. Her breathing got heavier and her rump started to grind back against my pelvic girdle. `` Oh yeah, baby '', I whispered in her ear. `` You want it. You want my virile spermatozoon swimming in your unprotected womb. You want me to lie with my baby into you. '' I increased the pressure on her clit. It was really doing a turn on her, and she started to charge. UH ! UH ! UHH ! she gasped softly.
'' Cum for me, baby. Oh, your hot pussy is sucking out my spermatozoon ! '' It was dependable. Despite my wanting to drag this out, her orgasmic, sucking love tunnel pushed me right over the sharpness. My penis grew another half-inch inside her fertile kettle of fish as the flavor overwhelmed me. I started to spout, grabbing her hips and jamming my bare prick as far toward her womb as I could. My aphrodisiac whisperings turned to insane ramblings : `` UNHH ! Can you palpate it, Kelli ? Can you feel my swimmers being sucked into your eubstance ? AHH ! God, they 'll go all through you, searching for your ... your womb and vulnerable egg. They 'll contend for the right hand to mix with your genes, piercing your egg and making new life. Can you finger it ? UNHHH ! UHHHHHH ! ! AAAHHHH ! ! ! ``
It seemed the streams of semen would n't stop, Kelli 's continuous orgasm coaxing more and more of the genetic material from my testicles. If she was fat right now, there was a pretty good fortune she would get pregnant. I ceased my hip motility, laying my head against her pillow, panting heavily. She had just finished her after-orgasm vibrations when she sighed. Perfectly still, I waited to determine if she was still asleep, my prick still embedded in her.
A instant passed. Her breathing returned to sleep-normal. I pulled out of her slowly, causing a disappointed groan to come from her.
'' Aw, do you want Thomas More, Kelli ? Did I not give your body enough attention ? '' I rolled her onto her back. If she did n't wake up from that spermatozoon injection, then I had the opportunity to hold on going. I 've read that if a woman orgasms after a man ejaculates within her, then the ingress to her womb lowers, sucking up the lodge seed in sentence with her spasm. I returned my hand to her vagina, again playing with her clit.
'' Ohh '' a bothered sound came from her this meter. red cent, her clitoris was overstimulated -- I would have to do this internally. Hm. Well, unless I wanted to dip my finger's breadth into that cum, or to sample it by going down on her ( yuck ! ), I would experience to use my now-deflated penis. Thinking of the fingers I had put in her mouth earlier, I had an idea.
Moving up beside her head, I turned her face toward me, opened her backtalk and sneak in my limp member. She immediately began to suck. I was pleased at the irony that she seemed like a baby nursing. I wondered if our child would be lucky enough to be breastfed on these beauties. I rubbed and tweaked her teat with my fingers as her sucking brought life back to my member. After a few minutes I started to pump into her mouthpiece, then stopped myself. Mr. Wiggly, there 's a place for everything and everything in its place, and you 're needed for a mission deep in the fat jungle.
I moved down between her pegleg and put the tip of my cock at her fix. Ah yes, the warmth was nice, and everything was quite dodgy because of my already-deposited cum. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her hip so I could jam my phallus straightaway in, hard. If she was n't going to arouse up then I was going for broke.
I pulled almost all the way out and then push up back in. No audio from her yet, but I had just begun. For proceedings I varied my focal ratio as I went, using a compounding of half-strokes, faint swirling and balls-deep ramming. Our breathing had again increased and I no longer cared about making sex noises, much like Brad when he had fucked Ruth.
I buried my face in her neck opening, nibbling, necking, sucking. I swear I 'd never had sex as just as this. I did n't know if it was that she was unconscious and this was a kind of rape, or that I was unsuspectingly impregnating the bitch, or what.
I rose back so I was only on my knees. Taking her legs, I threw them over my berm for maximum penetration. God, I was deeply ! Holding the vertebral column of her thigh against my chest with my hands, my thrusts became hard and regular. After a minute I pushed her legs back against her chest of drawers, climbing more on top of her, squishing her breasts, and she started to puff each time I buried myself in her -- I must have been hitting her womb.
I could feel the familiar spirit intuitive feeling Begin in my ballock. Three times in an hour was a record for me, and I was going to curse well make certain she came, to construct her womb suck my potent stuff inside. Picking up speed, I rammed her again and again. Her body tensed, preparing itself for orgasm as she started to grunt. I jammed myself all the way in, then tensed my leg, abdomen and hip muscularity, producing nervous shaking ( you know, like when you try to show off your biceps and end up with a shaking arm because you 're trying too hard ). The vibrations running down my hips and penis through her clit, vagina and womb set Kelli off like a firecracker. She howled, her arms flying around my head and pulling my mouth to hers as she CAME ! I could n't believe the feeling ! I could feel her vagina go nuts as her womb pulsated at the end of my turncock, sucking, sucking. I let go of my load with a loud cry, spurting my seeded player directly into her womb, continuing the mesomorphic vibrations. She continued to cum and cry, her fingers twining into my fuzz, her tongue delving into my mouth, her organic structure needing this fertilization on the most canonic of levels. Should 've been on the anovulatory drug, Kelli, I thought. Stupid slut like you deserve what they get.
Finally, her coat of arms fell to the face and I unhooked her wooden leg from my shoulders. My phallus was still in her and I could still feel the aftershocks of her cum moving through her. An evil sentiment went through my head. I resumed my jabbing, even though my cock was losing its rigidity, keeping her orgasmic aftershocks going. After a few second base 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 life as her vagina spasmed around my cock over and over, hopefully sucking the close of my potent babymaking sperm inside her unprotected womb. I did n't mean what I had said, of course of study, 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 unwritten sexual climax in a woman, especially if it was the outset time you 'd ever secern her. How dry that a passing sex slovenly woman like Kelli would subconsciously find the concept of veridical honey so stimulating.
As she came down from her final climax, I continued to whisper in her ear : `` Little strumpet ! You wo n't call back this fuck, but you 'll never forget it either ! '' Even if she did get pregnant she would manoeuver the finger 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 pants back up and quietly slipped back into my collapsible shelter. Book of Ruth was splayed wide unresolved on the sleeping bag, cum running out of her. Brad had n't used a safety either ( no wonder he came so fast ), but thankfully Babe Ruth was on the pill. Still, I did n't acknowledge if he had HIV or what. We left in the morning and I gave her the silent treatment until we got back to town. Once there I broke up with her, claiming that she had been traitorous, that mortal had seen a guy go into our collapsible shelter during my absence, which was technically reliable. She was dumbfounded, but I was full of conviction. She was getting slow anyway -- a pothead and a smoker, and I was neither.
I stopped hanging around with my pothead supporter after this so I did n't learn if Kelli got pregnant after all, or if so, if she carried it to condition. Asking questions would probably have attracted some suspicion anyway. Still, I sometimes wonder if I 'm unknowingly a pop, and if the bitch got what was coming to her .