Our Nomadic Adventures

Our Nomadic Adventures

My husband Bill and I have joined the RV culture. Not the ones who sell their house and spend their entire life living out of their RV, but those who spend extended vacations going from RV park to RV park, sometimes for the night or sometimes for several days. Our is just a Class C motorhome, but it is a nice one and we can Dry Camp for several days.

RV life is nomadic, and you spend a lot of time with different people, but only for a short time. Unless you make an effort, you will never see or hear from these people again. It is an outdoor lifestyle with a lot of interaction, but the anonymity kind of encourages some people to do things that they wouldn't do anywhere else. Particularly where they would see those same people in church on Sunday.

You become aware of this the first time you see someone step outside naked to get something off the table or sneak a pee behind their rig, or you see them slowly getting changed in front of a window with the blinds up. Now, not everyone does this, but those people who like to be seen or are being playfully flirty do. And, those who think they might like to can try it, and if they don't like it, then roll out the next morning. You can even be one type of person at one park, and a different one at the next. Just erase and start over.

I was in the might category but have moved into the like category, and Bill fucking loves that about me. We have some of the best sex ever when we travel. Shorts with no panties and a tank top with no bra is my standard attire. If Bill sees a guy accidentally brush my free-range boobs after a friendly hug, or "accidentally" touches a little side boob while I lean forward, he can't wait 10 minutes until we are back in the RV fucking like animals. And yes the sounds of nature in an RV park include a lot of fucking.

You can also choose RV parks that don't usually have kids. Some are adult-only. There are also clothing-optional parks, but that really isn't our thing. Once it becomes acceptable, you lose the naughty.

An important part of this is that I have to make it safe for Bill. He is going to see other women showing off and flirting. He may even get some first-hand experiences. If he is afraid of how I will react, this isn't going to work. So, once we got a sense of what was going on, we talked a lot.

I expected I would have to steel myself to him seeing things. But then one afternoon, we pulled into a new park, and Bill was getting things set up. Across from us in the neighbor's picture window, she was standing there just taking off the last of her clothes. She stood there rubbing her body, bending over, playing with herself in a fake yoga session.

She finished her show, gave him a wave, and moved out of sight. How do I know this? Well, I was in our RV, watching him out the window, watching her. He immediately came into the RV and found me.

Like he had just seen a celebrity, "You will never believe what I just saw. Our neighbor just did a total strip show for me. I mean, she showed me everything. And, I know she knows I was watching because she waved to me at the end. I didn't know what to do. Do I wave back, applaud, throw money, or take my dick out and wave back."

I don't know if he even realized it, but while he was talking, he was taking my clothes off. Then he started feeling me up. "She had some nice tits too. She leaned forward and let them swing. She also had a natural amount of hair on her bush. I can't believe she showed off that much."

By this time he had me totally naked, and had laid me down on the bed and was about to put the very hard cock he was sporting into my pussy. Which he did.

There was no foreplay, and I was not as wet as I would have liked to have been, but he was pounding away at me. I wasn't being taken against my will, but I didn't actually consent either.

He just kept talking while he pounded away at me, "All I could imagine was you standing in our window and a guy watching you. Him getting all hard and excited watching you show off. He'd be thinking about sticking his cock in your pussy and feeling what it was like to fuck you. Would you like that? Would you do that? Would you want him to fuck you? Would you tell me about it? That guy would be so horny. Do you want to do that?"

I didn't know what to say. My juices had caught up, and I was getting ready to cum from the raw lust I was getting from him. So I said, "I so want to do that, and I would be getting myself off until I told you about it."

The poor boy just exploded inside me. He was convulsing, he was coming so hard.

He told me everything, and that was key. I didn't question him. I didn't ask him to think beyond his actual thoughts. If I just kept my mouth shut, he was going to tell me everything. I would never have to ask if he saw or did anything. He wanted to tell me, and I let him with no doubt or judgment. It was actually easier than I thought it would be.

It was also at this moment that I realized I wanted more of this. This was some of the most amazing sex I had ever experienced. The more he gets turned on by the world around him, the more I get this amazing sex. So, from that moment forward, I opened up to that world. We would talk about what we saw, and what we did, and compare notes. We were open in our sharing, and our sex life had risen to a whole other level.

There is a fundamental irony in this. When some guy is looking at me or touching me, Bill thinks all he can think about is fucking me. But, when Bill sees a nice tit or gets to feel a little bare ass all he wants to do is fuck me, while he imagines me doing it with a strange guy. I honestly don't think he has figured out the irony in this, and I'm sure as hell not going to be the one to explain it to him.

There are a lot more stories I could tell you, and they are all pretty good, or pretty funny, but there is one particular one I think you might enjoy the most, and it too took our sex to a whole other level.

Whenever we travel, we keep things kind of loose. In many ways. We pulled into our newest temporary home in the Southeastern parts of the US. It was nice and wooded, with some good hills and some water. It was summer, and it was kind of hot. As we settled outside to relax on our first evening, we were greeted by 3 other couples who joined us.

As usual, the introductory talk included the lay of the land. They shared nearby stores, local restaurants, and everybody's opinion on this park vs others they have been to. We learned that skinny dipping in the lake was popular, and where that part of the beach was. 8-9 if you wanted company, and later if you didn't. They also mentioned that the park had a really good handyman who knew RVs well, and his distinguishing characteristic was always wearing those long nylon basketball shorts, and no shirt. Jay was his name. Short for Jacob, Jason, or something.

As the hum of air conditioners filled the air, we made our way back into our rolling home, got cleaned up, and made our way to bed. A little pillow talk about what our newfound friends might look like while they were skinny dipping, and off to sleep.

Morning had Bill, fishing pole in hand, on his way to the lake, either to catch some fish or optimistically a look at some morning skinny dippers. I made my way, coffee in hand and a long T-shirt and nothing else to the porch table to wake up.

A few people were milling about, but it was pretty quiet. Then, coming down the path, I noticed what must have been Jay. He was a muscular black man with no shirt and basketball shorts, carrying a tool bag. He had an easygoing walk and a pleasant smile. He just seemed content with the day. Why he never wore a shirt was unclear, although his muscular chest was something to see, but why he wore the long nylon shorts became abundantly clear. As he walked, you could easily make out this enormous hunk of meat swinging back and forth in his shorts. It was long. It was thick. There is no way he had underwear on, and if those shorts were any shorter it would be hanging out the bottom.

He disappeared around the corner, and big surprise, he had a nice tight ass too.

You hear stories about these kinds of things. You see the porn stars, but I'd never seen it for real. No woman in this campground knows his eye color. You can't look away. I'm not sure how anyone has a conversation with the man. You can't not stare at it. It is surreal. I could feel myself getting wet just watching him walk by. I unconsciously reached down and felt the wetness, and was at a loss for what to do. It happened so fast, I don't know where my head was.

Then I hear a "Good morning" from behind me, and I jump like a teenage girl caught smoking. It was Bill back from fishing. "Well, I didn't catch any fish, but they were right last night about the skinny dipping though. This couple walked past me while I was standing there fishing. They were about our age. They disappeared down the trail but popped out again far enough down that they wouldn't disturb my fishing.

He gave me a little wave, and they started taking off their clothes. He must have liked being watched, or liked me watching her because he was sporting a pretty respectable hard-on. She had a full bush and a nice bubble butt of an ass. They made their way into the water and had their hands all over each other. After a bit, they came back out, and he was still sporting his hard-on. They disappeared into the woods, and I figured the show was over, but about 5 minutes later, they popped out again.

Not as hard as he was going in. He must have fucked her. I just imagined her bent over, holding onto a tree while he pounded into her. Clearly, it didn't take long. They got back in the water, I suspect, to wash off. I packed up my stuff and decided to head back. I didn't want to be there if they walked past me on the way out. I'm not sure what the appropriate greeting is in this situation. Thanks for the show. Can I have a go? How about a closeup? (but then what if they say yes?) Plus, I was sporting a little hard-on of my own. I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Meet you inside?"

I think I may have nodded, but I'm not sure. I followed him in to find him naked on the bed, lying on his back with his flag pole raised. I tossed off my shirt and climbed on. I had found a solution to my wetness problem. That first stroke sent an earthquake through my body.

Bill reached up to play with my tits saying, "You must have enjoyed my story you are soaking wet. Picturing yourself getting fucked in the woods?"

"Sort of."

"I bet you're thinking about that cock." With that another tremor rocketed through my body, making Bill cum, and he pumped and pumped filling my pussy. We were a mess, but at least it took the edge off.

We went and took our showers, met a few more neighbors, had a little breakfast, and settled in in the comfy chairs with our respective books, watching the comings and goings. It wasn't until almost lunchtime before Jay passed by again. He was a little closer on this pass, and I stared over the top of my book, taking in every inch of what was going on in his shorts.

Moments after that muscular ass made the turn, Bill leaned over toward with "Holy Fuck. Did you see that? That thing is enormous."

"Do you think it is real?" I replied.

"Well, of course, it's real. I guess. What else could it be?"

"I don't know, maybe he has a big rubber dildo hanging from his waist, and he just wears it to freak people out," I said with a smile.

"No, really, you think some guy would do something like that? It certainly freaked the hell out of me."

With a questioning look to Bill, "No one has one that hangs like that, do they?"

"Well, if he is a grower, he is going to put somebody's eye out someday."

In unison, "It's got to be fake." And we went back to our books. About 5 minutes later, and again almost in unison, "It has to be fake." We both broke into laughter, and it was time for lunch. Leftover kielbasa. What are the odds? The weather was great, so we sat out at the outside table.

Halfway through lunch, here comes Jay again. Bill, without a word, waves him over. I lean into Bill with a, "What the fuck are you doing?" Jay walks over and stands right in front of us as Bill stands up to greet him, leaving me sitting at the table.

"Hi, I'm Bill, and this is Jill. I know it could be worse, my name could be Jack." Jay responded with a little smile, polite if nothing else. I hate that joke. "Neighbors tell us that you go by Jay and take care of the place, and also do some RV repair work if needed."

Responding in the most wonderful baritone voice, Jay says, "I do. As for the RV work, it's $40 an hour plus parts, but if it's something small, I usually don't worry about it."

"I don't have anything particular in mind, but while we're here, I might ask you to take a look at a few things."

"Sounds good. I'm usually around, or you can just leave a note in the office."

"Great thanks."

Apparently, during this riveting conversation, it was my job to perform a complete medical exam. And, even if it wasn't, I was doing it anyway. He was standing about two feet in front of me, and as he was standing while I was sitting, the damn thing was right in front of my face. If he were any closer, he'd be able to feel my breath, and he'd be getting a long-distance blow job.

As he stood there, it swayed gently, almost like it was affected by the breeze, or maybe it was my heavy breathing because I was definitely breathing heavily. It was long and thick, and it had this weight to it as it hung there. It was not a dildo hanging from his waist. It came naturally from where it should come from. You could even see the outline of a nice pair of balls hiding behind it.

I was so close, I swear I could see it breathing. It took its thickness all the way back to his body. You could even make out the outline of the head in the nylon. Yes, that is all there was between me and this enormous piece of manhood was this singular thin layer of nylon.

And then he walked away. Wait, what happened? Where are you going? I'm not done yet. Bill looked over at me, and I looked up at him and softly said. "I'm going to fuck you now." I stood up, took his hand, dragged him into the RV, and back to the bedroom.

I kneeled before him and pulled his pants down, imagining them to be a certain pair of shorts. I sucked him hard. I fucked him hard, and I came, oh how I came. Oh, so hard. It happened so fast that I didn't think about that piece of art. I was more possessed by it.

Bill didn't know what hit him. I had backed him against the wall turned around bent over and inserted his cock into me pinning him against the wall. I didn't stroke him at all, just ground my ass into him getting him as deep inside me as I possibly could. I started to come and just pressed harder and harder against him. That had to hurt. He must have come at some point, because when I was done, I pulled away and went to get a mop. The floor was going to need a wash.

We went back to our lunch, and it was all we talked about. "It was definitely real," I said.

"Well, you were sure close enough to it. I glanced down a couple of times, and you could have reached out and touched it."

"I know, I know, and those shorts leave nothing to the imagination. It must weigh like 10 lbs."

"Imagine how big it is when it's hard."

Sporting a hungry smile, I said, "Oh, I am. Trust me."

Being late afternoon now, Bill went back to his fishing. Did I mention Bill likes to fish? Although I think in this case he hoped to see some more skinny dippers. This is pretty normal for him. It was fine with me, I had to take the shuttle to town to do some shopping.

As I made my way through the store, I came upon the condom display. I don't give them much thought. I'm on birth control, so Bill and I just free fuck. But, I started reading the boxes and I noticed they came in different sizes. The ones they handed out in school didn't.

I was fascinated, and I picked up a box of Durex XL, which seemed to be the biggest, and took it with me as I went to finish my shopping. Halfway down the next aisle, I stopped and picked it back up out of the cart. I stood there holding it, trying to figure out why I was buying this.

Then I came. I was just standing there holding the box, and I came. I mean, it wasn't a screamer or anything, but it was a real orgasm that came right up through my body. Choosing not to think about it, and a bit embarrassed, I put the box back into my cart. It did not appear that anyone had noticed.

Back on the shuttle, I sat there with my bags next to me, and I could not get my mind off those condoms. Then what the fuck I came again. Just sitting there. I was trying not to think about them. I was doing everything I could to not think about them. I was afraid the others in the bus would think I was having a seizure.

Once we were back at the park, I bent over to pick up my bags, and this guy passed down the aisle with his crotch right in my face, and I came again. I had to sit back down again. My legs would have gone out from under me. I didn't know this guy. Since I was bent over, all I really saw was his waist.

Bill was back from fishing, lacking both fish and a good story, and was reading while I put together some dinner. As we sat across the table, we were both lost in thought. Not unusual, there are always lulls, and it had been a noteworthy day. "Bill," I said.

"Yeah?"

"I want to see it."

And after a considered pause, he said, "Okay."

It is mid-morning, and it looks like I am going fishing. At least until I receive a text. We got cleaned up and enjoyed a little breakfast, and Jill is now sitting in the lounger reading her book, waiting for Jay to come by.

Call it being cuckolded or having a loving wife. I love it. Seeing other guys seeing her. Seeing them want to reach into her tank top and play with those naked tits. Flashing truck drives on the highway. It fills my head with fantasies and leads to the most incredible sex. I never have trouble getting hard. I have trouble holding back. So many thoughts flood my head. But, at the end of the night, I'm the one she's going home with. So, this is a great life. I never dreamed of being fucked like this.

As exciting as all that is though, it doesn't compare to when you know your wife is going to be with another man. That is the major leagues my friend, and it is by far the most intense feeling in the world.

In our life so far, Jill has done this twice. The first time was at another campground. Our lot was pretty secluded. Around the back of the RV was downright private, and that area got some nice morning sun. So, while I went off to fish, Jill would be out back sunbathing. She had a pretty nice bikini that she wore. Nothing outrageous, just nice on her.

This one guy, though, seemed to have figured out our schedule and had "stopped by" the last couple of mornings. Jill said, "Hey Bill, you know how we're always talking about me doing things with other guys? Well, the guy who comes by every morning when you're fishing. He is decent-looking, fun to talk to, and definitely leaning toward the flirtatious and suggestive. What about him?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know really, but what if when he comes by, I don't have the bikini on? Nobody else can see me back there, and we're out of here the next morning anyway. I think I really want to call his bluff."

"Is it exciting for you to think about it? I know I'm getting excited."

"Yes"

"Does that mean if I say yes you're going to fuck me now?"

"Yes."

"Okay then."

This was her first time. So her plan was to do her sunbathing as usual, just without the bikini. The loving-wife fun starts with what you intend to do, but ends with what you actually do. You are doing this with another human being, so circumstances will change. That morning, I left to go fishing. I said goodbye to her lying on her back naked on the lounger, and off to fish I went. So, this is not the first time I have stood with a pole in my hand waiting. When I got back, this is what she told me.

"I was on fire from the moment you left. You know I've sunbathed in the nude before, but this was so different. I wasn't afraid I would get caught; I knew I was going to get caught. I kept adjusting my position so that what he first saw had the most impact. I had my hands behind my head. I parted my legs just enough that he could see my lips below my bush, though I thought about just spreading them wide.

He came around the corner all cheery with good mornings and all, and just stopped dead. He just stood at the foot of the lounger staring right up my bushy pussy. It felt so good, and I flexed my muscles a little bit and blew him a few kisses with my pussy.

He didn't know what to do, and neither did I. I know what he wanted to do. He wanted to climb on me a fuck me right then and there. I could see it in his eyes, and pushing out his pants. And, he could do it too, I was lying in a puddle. My pussy was putting out juice like a fountain. I was dripping so much juice. It would just slide right in.

I wanted to come so bad. I wanted more. All these feelings were racing around my body. I wasn't thinking, and I have no idea why I said it, but I said, 'Make me come.'

That was the go-ahead. His hands were all over me. He was playing with my tits, and rubbing my pussy. He was all over. He started fingering my pussy and I came almost right away. I rode his fingers like a bronco. My ass was bouncing up and down on the lounger. Then he said, 'Roll Over I want to fuck you from behind.'

'No, my husband is going to be back soon, and he is going to fuck me from behind.' That stopped things quickly. I had come, oh, how I had come, but the poor boy was in pain. It would have been cruel to send him away like that. His blue balls would have been glowing.

So I sat up and brought him around. I opened his pants and took out his cock. I put it in my mouth and brought the head into my throat. He pushed a little like he was going to get deeper, and just came. I had him deep enough that I couldn't taste it at all, but could sure feel it. I could feel the cum pouring down my throat and could feel his shaft pulsating in my hands and lips. I took it all and left him on empty.

'So, you need to go now. All day long today when you think about this morning think about my husband's cock pounding away at me because we are going to fucking all day long.'

I sent you the text, and then just started masturbating. I couldn't stop. I must have come a dozen times while I waited, but it just wasn't enough. I want your cock in me so badly."

And that explained why when I got back and found her ass up on the lounger, she told me, "Fuck me now and don't you dare stop." Well, being a good husband, what else could I do? Somewhere along the way, we took a break, and she told me the story, and then we were back at it for the rest of the day. We left the next morning, and we were both pretty sore.

The two best parts of having a loving wife are the waiting and the after-sex. The after-sex starts with the story, and goes on and on for days, weeks, even months, as you revisit the experience and all those naughty thoughts. All those memories just make the juices flow and excite the sex.

The waiting is the time between when you know it is going to happen and when you are back with her again after it has happened. It is the most exciting feeling you have ever had in your entire life. It is based on anticipation, but your mind is racing through a million fantasy possibilities, and it is impossible to think of anything else.

The second one was along the road. We had stopped to get gas, and in the store, there was a young guy stocking shelves who was fascinated by Jill's side boob flashes and her ass in her leggings. He was a typical southern boy in his T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts. When we got back to the RV, she said, "I want to see what that young guy does when he can have what he was looking at."

"Okay, and how do you plan to do that?"

"I'm going back in there, and I'm going to tell him the sink in the bathroom is broken, and take him in to show him. Then I'll lock the door and let him have me."

"So, I'll be waiting here with my dick in my hand?"

"Until I get back and you put it deep inside me."

And with that, she was gone. I finished refueling the RV, climbed in, took a seat on the couch, and grabbed my book. I think I read the same sentence a hundred times.

And then she burst back into the RV. "Quick, let's go. Come on, we've got to get back on the road."

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you in a minute, but get this thing moving."

"Is he after you?"

"No, but I have got to fuck you so bad right now, if we do it here everybody in this place is going to hear me screaming."

I jumped in the driver's seat, smacking my cock on the steering wheel, and fired her up. At the same time, Jill started taking her clothes off.

"Find someplace we can pull off and fuck, and I mean fuck loud."

I started driving, and nearly naked, she started talking. "It worked perfectly, sort of. I got him in the bathroom just as I'd planned, and got the door locked, and he just stood there. He didn't realize what he was supposed to do. So, finally, I just said, 'Lift my shirt so you can see them for real.' There was a long, silent pause before he concluded that it was okay to do that. He lifted my shirt, not taking it off, and he just stared at them.

'Play with them.' I said, and he grabbed on with both hands and youthful exuberance, He had no style. But he sure was having fun with his hands full of my tits.

After a bit of this, I said, 'Pull down my leggings and play with my pussy and my ass.' Which he did. He was all over the place there, too. No skills whatsoever. But he was sure eager. He did get his fingers in me, and I was already so turned on, I just came right then and there. It was so hard to stay quiet.

After that, as he continued his wanderings I opened his shorts and got his cock out. I probably only stroked it twice and he started shooting cum all over the fucking place. It got all over me. My leggings still have some puddles in them, and look at my bush it has got his cum all over it. Then I just covered up and left him to clean up the mess."

Two miles down the road I found a pull off and we fucked like rabbits for about an hour. I suppose you could say it was stop-and-go driving the whole rest of the day.

So, here I am at another lake waiting to find out what happened. It is impossible to explain what this feels like. Unless you have experienced it yourself, there is no real analogy. Nothing I know of is like it. It is the best worst feeling you can have. It is intense.

You are in massive fear of everything that can go wrong. You have no real idea of how far it might go, or if it happens at all. You are horny beyond belief, but oddly enough can't come. I have tried. Your mind isn't free enough to come. As soon as you imagine one thing, you are all of a sudden imagining another. You are just imagining everything at a hundred miles an hour.

A dozen naked women could start dancing in front of you, and you would be thinking about your wife. They could rub their bodies up against you, and you would still be thinking about your wife. Bombs could be going off, and the lake could be on fire, and you will still be thinking of your wife.

Suddenly, my cell phone buzzes. "Time to come home. I have a story to tell you." How long has it been? You also lose track of time. My God, it has been almost 2 hours. And back I go. Walking, but at a breakneck pace. Halfway there, another text.

"I'm waiting for you on the bed." Almost there, and another text "I want you inside me." Fuck I never responded to the first message or any message. In the door, I go.

There she is on her back on the bed. She is totally naked with her legs spread wide. Her hair is a mess, the bed is a mess. The room is still hot and humid and reeks of sex. Most people think it is about horses, but this is where the term "ridden hard and put away wet" comes from. I tear my clothes off and gently get on top of her. I ease my cock inside her. There is no resistance whatsoever. She whispers in my ear, "I probably won't come. I just want to feel you in there for a little while before I tell you what happened." I still couldn't come.

The story begins as I roll off beside her, "I could still see you walking away when he came by. It was good that it was so soon. If I had too much time to think about it, I might have backed out. I waved him over, and he stood right next to me as I lay there with my book. It was right in my face again, just hanging there inside his shorts. All I could think about was pulling down those shorts and getting a real look at it.

He asked, 'Can I help you with something?' Based on the tone of his voice, I got the feeling it may not have been the first time he asked. I was kind of distracted.

Knowing what I wanted to do, I just couldn't stop staring at it. I sat up, hoping that would help, and asked, 'Could you come take a look at something in the RV?'

Forgiving my rudeness, he responded with, 'Sure, happy to help.'

Standing up, we both walked into the RV. I walked back to the bedroom as he followed me. Standing at the end of the bed, I turned, and he was just inside the bedroom doorway. I looked at him, and said, 'Can I see you without your shorts?' He didn't say a word and just stared at me for a little while. Clearly, he was deciding if he should do this or not.

I don't think he thought it was a trap, I just think he was thinking through the ramifications. Then, without a word, he stuck his thumbs in the sides, slid his shorts down in one gentle stroke, and stepped out of them.

He stood there totally naked with his cock hanging down and time stood still. It was long and oh so black. I couldn't tell how long it was, but it just hung there, and I just stood there staring at it. He reached down to touch it, and I said, 'No, please, I want to just watch it get hard.'

As I stared, it looked like it was starting to get thicker. It was hard to tell, but I think ever so slowly it was. He watched my face, waiting to hear what I was going to say next. Then, without a word, I stuck my thumbs in the sides of my shorts, gently slid off my shorts and panties, and stepped out of them.

My pussy was now totally naked for him to see. He was no longer looking at my face. He was just staring at it like I was staring at him. I felt so on display. For a moment I forgot about his cock, and just was aware that a strange man was fixated on my naked pussy.

I felt my nerves tingling inside me. I knew I wanted to see his cock, but I hadn't imagined showing myself off to him. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and I couldn't stop staring at his cock. It continued to grow. It was still hanging there, but it was getting thicker and thicker.

I slowly turned around, though still keeping an eye on his cock, so he could see my naked ass. I parted my legs a little and relaxed my cheeks, so he could see my pussy between my legs, and my ass hole just peeked out. It was probably only minutes, but it felt like I was there for hours.

Turning back, I lifted my shirt, took it off over my head, and kept my arms up in the air, letting him see me totally naked. The tits he had seen loosely giggling within my shirt were now on full display for his enjoyment. His cock now easily twice as thick as it was when we started, slowly started to rise.

I reached down and touched my pussy a little bit. It was drenched. I was probably dripping on the floor. Having already stepped out of my sandals, I was totally naked in front of him. Wave after wave of nerves were fluttering through my body. He could see everything. He liked what he saw well enough that fairly quickly his cock was soon pointing straight at me with a slight upward tilt. It was hard, and it was huge. I made him watch me check my pussy once again.

I then stepped forward and kneeled down in front of him and took his cock in my left hand and cupped his balls in my right. I could sense that he was very nervous, but he didn't resist or pull back at all. I put my face right up next to it and smelled it, then I put my face under his balls and smelled there.

It was hot and sweaty. It had a strong musky smell. I took both my hands and put them around the base of his cock. Even with both my hands, I could barely reach around. It was so thick and leathery. I put my lips up to the tip of it and gave it a little kiss/taste. I don't think I could have fit it in my mouth. It was enormous. It was bigger than my arm."

She brought her hand over to her arm and cupped it around her arm as if she was comparing having her hand around his cock, to having it around her arm. She opened her fingers a little, and then a little more, and then a lot more.

Returning her eyes to mine, she said, "It was a lot bigger than my arm." Her eyes rolled back a little, and she continued, "As I slid my left hand down to his balls, it seemed like it was as long as my forearm. I slid my right hand down between my legs, to see how I was doing, and my pussy was absolutely soaked. I was dripping, and it was running down my legs. I stood up, reached over to the bedside, picked up one of the condoms I had bought, and handed it to him. Then I lay back on the bed all the way up to the pillows. I had my knees up and my legs spread."

My head was flooded with questions: When did you buy condoms? Why did you buy condoms? Are you going to fuck him? Did you plan to fuck him? But you don't ask questions. This is not the time to ask questions. You don't want to interrupt the story. You don't want to distract her.

This is the 1st time telling the story. It will be the most complete recounting of the event. If you interrupt, she may forget something, leave something out, or stop telling the story. You can ask questions later, and you will, for days or weeks to come.

Knowing all that. Knowing how important it was, I still blurted out, "Did you let him fuck you?" It was the stupidest question I could ask. With everything I wanted to know, this was the stupidest choice for a question. If I had just waited, probably a few more seconds, I would know.

She focused her eyes on mine and said, "I didn't let him fuck me." She took a deep breath and continued, "I invited him to fuck me. I asked him to fuck me. I would have begged him to fuck me but I didn't have to. He started unwrapping the condom and began to put it on."

Lying next to her, my breathing just stopped. If it started again, I don't remember, but I suspect it must have.

"I looked up at him and spread my legs a little further apart to make it clear what I wanted. He came towards the bed. For the briefest of moments, I felt I should stop this. It wasn't so much the getting fucked part. You and I have talked about that a hundred times, and in a few days, I would never see him again.

It was more of: Can I physically do this? Will that thing actually fit in me? Does he know what he is doing, so he doesn't hurt me? As he got on the bed on all fours just getting over me, I could see his cock hanging under him. It was huge and solid as a rock. It was sticking straight along under his belly, like a horse just before they mounted their mare.

Just as he got on top of me, I had a massive panic attack. I can't stop him. He has me pinned down and is way stronger than I am. He is going to shove that huge thing all the way up inside of me, and it is going to hurt so bad. There is nothing I'll be able to do. I didn't just consent, I encouraged, and now here I am. Before I could tell him to stop, he penetrated me with just the tip, and as I began to feel him inside of me, and feel how much I stretched to get around him, I just exploded in an orgasm.

My hips bucked, and I convulsed under him. He held it there until I finished. Then he gradually started sliding it in. He took short strokes. He was gentle and patient. Deeper and deeper he went. Then I felt it hit bottom. But it wasn't all the way in yet. He was now lying on my body. I was trapped below him, and there was nothing I could do to stop him from doing anything he wanted.

I had no idea what he was going to do. He must have wanted to put it in all the way. You always like that the best when you come. He slowly slid it out a little way and then back in again. And he just kept doing that. With each stroke, my body quivered in these little mini comes. With each stroke, he got a little deeper. I don't know how, but my insides were rearranging themselves to make room for him. Eventually, he was all the way in.

Then he started getting faster and pounding harder. I started coming for real, but he wasn't stopping this time. He was taking me now, and he wasn't going to stop until he came. I was in this state of constant orgasm, and then he came. I could feel it pumping inside me, throbbing. His muscles all got ridged, and he forced himself into me as deep as he could.

Eventually, both our orgasms subsided, and after a little while, he withdrew from me and rolled over on his back. I slowly got up on all fours and went to his cock and slid off the condom. It was full, like a water balloon. I tied it off and set it off to the side of the bed.

I came back to bed and brought my face right up to his cock, and started to rub it a little. Waiting there, I figured any moment now he was going to get up, put his shorts on, and leave. But then I realized he was still rock-hard. I ran my fingers along it a bit and smelled his semen all over it, and it just stayed hard.

Looking up at his face, with a questioning look, he just nodded. I felt this quiver inside me. This didn't have to be over yet. I had already fucked him, so fucking him some more wasn't going to make a difference now. I checked my pussy and it was still soaking wet, so that wouldn't be a problem.

I was kind of tired, but far less than I was excited. So, I reached over and got another condom, slid it on him, and climbed on. I felt that whole thing just slide inside me. It felt like I was riding a fence post. My hips were stretched wide to get him in there. But it went all the way in, and he liked it. He liked it a lot. He was reaching up and had my tits in his big hands. I just gently rode him stroke after stroke after stroke."

She was lost in herself a bit now. She was back in that moment. But I needed something. My stomach was swirling, and my entire body was tense. I had the nerves of a cat and was ready to jump out of my skin. "Can you do that to me?" softly squeaked out of me.

"Absolutely," was all she said, and as I rolled onto my back, my cock sticking straight up in the air, she climbed right on. My cock disappeared effortlessly into her pussy. This was not a familiar feeling, and spinning through my mind was the realization of how much and how recently her pussy was stretched beyond the shape I knew. She stroked the whole length of my cock and I felt this loose soft caress where a firm squeeze had once been.

I reached up and grabbed at her tits when she slowly started to talk again, "He couldn't keep his hand off my tits. He'd grab my hips for a moment and then back to my tits. My cheeks were spread so wide I could feel the cool air on my butt hole.

I imagined you down there between my legs with your face right up to my butt, and it was your breath I was feeling on my butt hole while you watched me take this big black cock all the way in me and all the way out again."

And with that, I just exploded in her. Finally. She said, "I can feel you pumping. It feels so good to have that cum inside me. I could feel him pumping inside me. It was throbbing with each spurt flooding the condom, and I came along with him. I just thought what it would be like to have all that cum pouring out of me." She had a soft small orgasm as she slid up and down my cock and without any way to hold in my cum it immediately ran out of her and poured onto my belly.

A shiver went through her body, and she came again. More violently this time. Her body twitched and convulsed, and I held her up there above me as it subsided. She gently eased herself off of me and lay next to me. We lay there in silence for quite a while. Then, out of the silence, she resumed her story.

"I imagined what this must have looked like from the foot of the bed. My ass spread wide sucking this massive cock up inside of me, watching it disappear and then reappear again. My lips stretch around this huge black hunk of human flesh. I rode him and rode him. I felt so sexy as I made him come. Twice he had come, and it was all because of me.

I climbed off of him and took that condom off. I tied it off and tossed it aside. On all fours again, I stared at his cock as I waited to watch it go down. I held it a little bit. But it still didn't go down. Only then did I realize that I had my butt up near his face, and he was playing with my cheeks, and my soaking wet pussy.

So I started stroking his cock, my lips right up near the tip. My ass cheeks were wide open as he ran his hand along my lips and over and around my ass hole. He stuck his long middle finger up in my pussy. He wasn't trying to get me off, it was more like he was just feeling how wet I still was. He has big hands. I could hear how sloppy wet I was. It was both disgusting and arousing at the same time.

Then all of a sudden, without a word of warning he withdrew his finger and covered with my slippery juices slid it all the way into my anus. His fist was pressed against the entrance, and it felt just like I imagine a cock would. It didn't hurt. It wasn't as thick as a cock and certainly not his cock, but it was close to a normal one.

It was a full feeling, and I was trying to decide if I liked it or not. Then deep inside me, he began to wiggle it, and something was happening, and I couldn't immediately figure out what, but I was starting to come again. Through the walls of my ass he was rubbing my G spot, and I began to brace for my next orgasm because I was going to have one whether I wanted to or not.

I don't know when but I must have grabbed his cook hard, and between that and how much he was liking my ass hole. He started coming. I watched as it squirted out. My lips were right there, right at the tip, and just breathing in, I would suck in some of his semen. So, there I was my lips pursed at the tip of his dick, sipping his cum, getting finger fucked in the ass, and coming like a teenager.

I collapsed flat on my belly on the bed. He slid his finger out of my ass but kept rubbing my butt. I have no idea how long this lasted. My head was in a total fog. At some point, he spread my legs a little wider. I didn't realize that he had gotten up, but I could feel his hard cock sliding up and down through my butt cheeks.

He was either still hard, which I couldn't believe, or he had gotten hard again. For all I knew, I might have fallen asleep. I had lost all sense of time. It was then that I realized he was wearing a condom. Holy fuck, he was going to fuck me again. And he was behind me. You know how I tell you that you always feel biggest, and fill me up the most when you take me from behind, well, it seemed that he was just about to do that, and I don't think that I had any more that he could fill.

He moved up on top of me and started easing himself inside me again. No matter how much extra room he had made before, this was unbelievable. I felt so incredibly full. He was all the way in and would slowly pull almost all the way out. I swear I could feel his cock in the back of my throat.

I felt this orgasm start to build up inside me, but it wasn't like any I had ever had before. With each slow stroke going in, I would feel this long shudder throughout my whole body. I guess it was an orgasm; it was amazing. And then, as he withdrew, my body would twitch and quiver. I didn't want it to stop. I couldn't make it stop. I was having trouble breathing. It was amazing.

Somehow though I came to realize that each time he withdrew he was playing with my asshole with the head of his cock. Covered with my juices he was slipping it around my hole and then going deep into my pussy again sending me through another shock wave. Then out again and back to my hole. I couldn't tell, but I think he might have been slipping just the tip in a little bit.

It was at that moment that I realized he was going to fuck me in the ass with that massive cock. And, there was nothing I could do about it. He had me pinned to the bed. He was covered in my slippery juice, and in this constant state of orgasm, I couldn't breathe, let alone talk.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out. He had my hands pinned above my head, but I was so exhausted I couldn't lift them even if he wasn't holding them. There he was at my asshole again sliding his head just into the opening. As he slid back into my pussy my body started into these massive convulsions. My hips were thrusting into the bed, my legs were shaking. My whole body was trembling.

He pressed himself as deep inside my pussy as he could go. And then he wasn't there anymore. He wasn't in my pussy. He wasn't in my ass. He wasn't on me anymore. I turned my head and saw him standing there. He was sliding off the condom, tying it off, and putting it with the others. He came, but I don't remember when. He got his shorts and pulled them back on. His hard-on, finally having subsided, hung swinging inside them. He leaned over and kissed me on my ass, and left.

I must have passed out. Because I don't remember anything that happened at that point. From the juice in the condom, he obviously came again. Four times I made him come. I'm pretty sure he didn't fuck my ass. It was a little loose at the opening, but if he had been all the way in there, I'm sure I would know it, I think anyway.

I lay here for a little while. I had a little headache, and I relaxed and waited for it to subside. Then I texted you. I may have fallen asleep again, but you weren't here, so I texted you again. I think I might have texted you again. It was kind of like I was a little drunk."

Her eyes began to close. She was falling asleep. I got up and pulled a sheet over her when I heard this soft whisper, "Thank you so much." It could have been for the sheet, but I don't think so.

I ran into Jay later the next day. We stood there and stared at each other for a minute. Then he said, "We good?"

To which I responded, "Oh yeah, we're good." And that's all we ever said about it.

When I got back to the RV, Jill was getting dressed in the bedroom.

"So, I just saw Jay." She stopped getting dressed.

"Did you stare at his cock?"

"Yes." She started getting undressed.

"Did you picture him naked?"

"Yes." Now naked, she lay back on the bed.

"Are you picturing him naked now?"

"Yes."

"Me too." She spread her legs wide open. I could see her pussy was already wet, and getting wetter.

"Can you see him naked on top of me? Is his black ass sticking up? Is his massive cock buried deep inside me? Can you see me coming underneath him?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Taking my clothes off and climbing on top of her, I buried my own hard-on inside her, and as I did, she said, "Reclaim me. Take me as yours. Keep fucking me until you know this pussy is yours. No matter what I do, no matter what I say, don't stop. Take me until you are done."

And, I did. It was the most selfish fuck of my life. I pounded away at her as deep as I could get. I grabbed at her tits as I fucked her harder and harder. She started coming, her body shaking in convulsions. She kept saying, "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. Make me come. Take me." Was she yelling at me or Jay, I couldn't tell. I didn't care.

Her hips bucking and bucking, I kept going. I began coming and dumped a massive load inside her, and kept going. With each continuing thrust, our combined juices squirted out of her. I wanted more, pounding harder and harder, pinning her bouncing ass to the bed.

I came again, probably not much in the way of cum, but it rocked every nerve ending in my body. And, with that, I was done. I withdrew my rapidly softening cock and sat up between her knees watching the juices flow from her pussy onto the bed, and her body as it enjoyed a series of aftershocks.

She motioned me back down on top of her and whispered in my ear, "When you want to do that again. When you can do that again, do that again, and again, and again." I gave her a kiss and left her to recover.

The next day, we were on our way again. Home until the next time.

It was clear that the thoughts and memories of that day came back to her often, because our sex was amazing, more often, and wetter than ever. Sometimes when we talked about it, she would come just from the conversation, and I thought about it a lot when I masturbated. Her pussy has returned to its normal familiar size. I wasn't sure that it would.

Weeks later in an RV park far far away, she was lying naked on the bed and I was balls-deep in her from behind. We were both just so happy. I had her pinned down and was taking long slow strokes, and she was quivering with each stroke. Then as I pulled back one time, I decided to try something and wiggled the head of my cock just into her ass. We had tried anal before a couple of times and it was okay, but it had that kind of experimental feel. Didn't ever leave me with the feeling that it was something she wanted to do. Suddenly I noticed her soft whisper, "It's too big. It won't fit. I can't take that." I realized right then, that she was in her head, and it was Jay at her back door and not me.

Well, I slowly began to enter her and as I did she raised her butt and let her cheeks fall open a bit. I was sure her head was somewhere else right now. But sometimes it is good to not be too big. I finished sliding myself in to a chorus of, "Oh my god. Oh my god. It is so fucking big. You are so fucking big. I can't take anymore. Oh my God. Fuck my Ass. Fuck my Ass."

I started stroking, and she started coming. It didn't last long her tight butt hole squeezed and vibrated around my cock, and I couldn't last, I went balls-deep and filled her up with all the juice I had. I withdrew and watched her legs and hips quiver and quake, as she finished her orgasms.

I have no idea what's next for us. I can't imagine it getting any better. I'm thinking of getting a bumper sticker for the RV. "If this rig's rocking, come in and grab some ass"