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The Time My GF Went to Deepwood Ch. 01

Robin first heard about Camp Deepwood at work, after a boring meeting when George, from sales, a charming and smug tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties who often sported a shaved head and a thick beard, started talking about his weekend plans.

"Me and the new girl are hitting this spot upstate," he said, scrolling on his phone. "It's called Camp Deepwood. Kinda like summer camp for adults, but with booze, yoga, and fewer clothes. Cabins, bonfires, group stuff... very hands-on, if you know what I mean. Real 'unplug and get wild' kind of vibe."

Later that evening Robin's petite body was stretched out on the couch, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other bent lazily beneath her. Her long red hair was damp, sticking in soft waves to her freckled shoulders and collarbone, still wet from the shower she'd just shared with Ethan. A towel was wrapped loosely around her chest, barely covering her breasts, and leaving her bottom half unapologetically bare against the cushions.

She had her phone in her hand, lazily scrolling through the Camp Deepwood website. Her skin was still dewy from the heat of the water, pale and freckled.The Time My GF Went to Deepwood Ch. 01 фото

The site was exactly what she hoped for: scenic woods, couples wrapped in blankets by fire pits, candlelit cabins, lots of "unplug and reconnect" language. It promised a weekend of intimacy and playfulness, a rustic, romantic escape.

And then she saw the big red "Last-Minute Cancellation: One Cabin Left!" banner across the top.

By the time Ethan came out of the shower, she had already entered their names and paid the deposit.

Ethan entered the room, a towel slung low on his hips, still rubbing his brown hair with one hand. Water glistened across his chest. A faint trail of hair led down from his navel, disappearing beneath the towel. His expression, as usual, hovered between mildly skeptical and mildly horny.

Robin watched him walk past. "I just booked us a weekend getaway," she said, the corners of her mouth curling.

Ethan paused mid-step, turning back to face her. "What? Where?"

"Camp Deepwood," she answered, waggling her phone. "It's like a couple's retreat. They have themed nights, workshops, communal cabins..."

His eyebrows dipped. "Communal cabins? Isn't that... kinda weird?"

Robin laughed, tossing the phone aside and sitting up, her towel dropping from the movement, setting her perky tits free. "It's not weird. It's liberating. It's like they say, 'the more, the merrier'." She said, her voice smooth and playful, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on! You need this. I need this. Trees, fresh air, maybe some sneaky outdoor sex if we're lucky." Robin said while reaching out below his towel to grab his cock, she knew Ethan can't say no to her when he's horny.

"Besides, you owe me" She continued while slowly stroking his cock. "Remember the Sexy Kitten incident?"

Ethan covered his face with one hand. "That was one Halloween... I was drunk and horny. That costume looked way less revealing online."

"Baaaabe!" Robin said, unwrapping his towel and dropping on her knees. She took her boyfriend's cock into her mouth, gave it a couple of good licks, then looked up to him with pleading eyes.

He sighed. "Fine. You win."

"I always do," she said, smug.

She gave him a final lick for good measure, then stood up, leaving him hard and breathless. Robin had always loved Ethan's cock: uncut, just the right length to hit all the good places, with a gentle curve and a thickness that filled her mouth just enough. Not the biggest she'd ever had, but hers. Familiar. Perfect in its own way.

"But seriously," she called out, not looking up, "this place sounds amazing. I promise it'll be fun."

"Wait... is that it? Are you leaving me like this?" He complained in frustration.

But she didn't even hear him, Robin was already in the bedroom, sorting through her dresser, pulling out a few cute outfits, her softest lingerie, something cozy to sleep in. Ethan watched her for a moment, "I guess we're packing now".

Ethan packed his usual weekend gear: hoodie, shorts, T-shirts, a backup phone charger.

The sun dipped low as Robin and Ethan pulled into Camp Deepwood, the tires of their car crunching over the gravel drive. The dense pine forest surrounded them, a symphony of whispering leaves and chirping birds filling the air. The cabins were as promised, quaint and charming. Everything smelled like pine needles and woodsmoke.

They parked near a circle of cabins and followed signs toward the main welcome tent.

A tall, broad-shouldered man greeted them with a clipboard and a warm smile. He looked like the kind of guy who split firewood shirtless just for the aesthetic.

"Welcome to Camp Deepwood," he said. "I'm Oliver, the director. Do you have reservations?"

"Yep," Ethan replied, hoisting his duffle bag. "Ethan and Robin."

Oliver scanned his list and smiled. "Perfect. Cabin 3B. You'll be sharing with another couple."

He handed them a welcome packet. Inside were hand-drawn maps of the grounds, a schedule of optional activities, and a short list of "camp etiquette."

Robin skimmed it. "Wait... no phones allowed in common spaces?"

"It helps people disconnect," Oliver said. "But don't worry, there's signal if you really need it. Also, mixer starts at sundown by the main fire pit. Dress is casual. Shoes optional. Judgment nonexistent."

They thanked him and made their way down a gravel path toward the cabins, past towering trees and low ferns that swayed gently in the wind.

"So..." Ethan said as they walked. "Sharing cabins with some other couple, huh?"

Robin looped her arm through his. "Come on! It'll be like a slumber party! Give it a chance, I think you're going to love it."

Ethan smirked. "Do you always smile this much before discovering you forgot to pack something important?"

Robin stopped short. "What?"

"You didn't bring a swimsuit, did you?"

She looked down at herself, then at the trees. "The website didn't say anything about swimming!"

"You're literally going to be staying fifty feet from a lake." He said, pointing at the direction of the lake with his head.

"I thought it was a decorative lake!" Robin complained with a pouty face. "Well, worst case, I'll skinny dip." Robin shrugged, tossing her raid hair over her shoulder.

Ethan rolled his eyes and chuckled.

They reached Cabin 3B, a cozy A-frame with a front porch. A small hand-painted sign hung on the door.

Robin knocked lightly before opening it.

Inside, the cabin was surprisingly nice, it was rustic but comfortable. The main room had two queen beds on opposite sides, and large windows overlooking the woods. A breeze drifted through the open door.

No sign of their cabin mates yet.

Robin dropped her bag on the bed closest to the window and immediately flopped backward onto it, arms wide.

"Not bad," she said, staring at the ceiling.

Ethan climbed onto the bed and over her, opening her legs to position himself between them, causing her dress to ride up.

"Remind me again how you found this place?" he asked.

Robin giggled and kissed Ethan. "George from work. He's coming with his new girlfriend. Said it was great for bonding."

Ethan snorted. "George? Wasn't he one of your clients back when you were doing massages?"

Robin blushed briefly, her lips quirking into a half-smile as a memory clearly flickered behind her eyes. "Mmm... maybe once or twice."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure that guy wants to get in your pants.". He reached down her dress, his fingers playing with her bare shaved pussy.

Robin smirked. "Well, too bad for George, as I'm not wearing any pants."

"Nor underwear either." He said while rising her dress up enough to have a great look at her pink pussy. But before he could continue, a knock came at the door.

A man and a woman stood on the porch, both looked to be in their early forties, sun-kissed and smiling. The man wore a faded tank top and board shorts, his frame broad and weathered. The woman had a long cotton dress and sun-kissed skin, her dark hair up in a messy bun.

"Fuck!" Ethan whispered while arranging Robin's dress back down.

"You must be our cabin mates," the woman said warmly. "I'm Mara. This is my husband, Dan."

Dan gave a casual wave. "I don't think I've seen you here before. You look like you're new to this".

"Yes, it's our first time at the camp." Ethan said while climbing down from Robin.

"Ohh you're in for a great surprise" the man replied.

"Mara and I come here every year. It's a blast." He said, holding out his hand to shake Ethan's.

The four of them settled into easy small talk, unpacking and chatting about where they were from and how they ended up here. Mara and Dan were earthy, funny, and incredibly relaxed. Robin already liked them.

Dan's broad frame and rugged good looks reminded her of Ethan, but with a few more years and a lot more sun. Mara was the kind of woman who wore confidence like a perfume, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with an almost wicked mischief.

Outside, the sun dipped low and the lanterns began to glow.

Robin glanced toward the window. "Mixer starts soon."

Ethan sighed. "Do we have to go?"

"You agreed to this," Robin said, tugging him gently toward the door. "Besides, there might be booze."

"You'll love it! You'll find all kinds of people here. And the mixer is the best way to know them and have them know you." Dan intervened. "And I bet a lot of people will be interested in getting to know you." He said, sharing a complicit gaze with his wife.

They left the cabin just as the fire pit came into view, they saw a wide circle surrounded by low benches and warm flickering light. Other couples were already gathering. Laughing. Drinking. Mingling.

Robin slipped her hand into Ethan's.

Robin poured herself a generous cup of sangria while Ethan tried the lemonade, sipping cautiously before muttering, "Definitely spiked."

Robin grinned and took his arm as they surveyed the crowd.

There were maybe twenty people still gathered, most of them in couples, though a few small groups laughed in clusters. A woman in a silky robe leaned into her partner's lap while he fed her brownie pieces one by one. A pair of tattooed men sat barefoot near the fire, their legs intertwined, quietly playing a card game. And standing closest to the flames was a guy that really catched Robin's eyes. He had startling black eyes, dark brown skin, shirtless, his V-cut abs catching the light every time he shifted. He wore nothing but dark cycling shorts, and judging by the way Robin's eyes lingered, the man's bulge was no small detail.

Ethan noticed and bumped her hip with his.

She smirked and took another sip of her drink.

"Welcome to Camp Deepwood," she murmured.

They found a bench near a couple. The woman wore a cropped tank and a flowing skirt with no bra underneath, her nipples outlined clearly in the firelight. Her partner was lean and sandy-haired, in cutoff shorts and a loose, open camp shirt.

"I'm Melissa," she said, scooting closer. "This is Jonah. You two are new, right?"

"Yeah," Robin said. "I'm Robin. This is Ethan."

"Welcome!" Melissa said brightly. "You have to join us tomorrow morning. There's an art workshop. I'm the instructor. It's really casual, no pressure to be good."

"We'll be there," Robin said brightly. "Sounds like fun."

Ethan gave her a look but kept quiet, sipping his drink.

Before they could exchange more words, a familiar voice called out from across the firepit.

"Well, well, well... Robin! I did not expect to run into you here. Or maybe I should've."

Robin turned and let out a surprised laugh. "George?"

It was George from work, in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and white shorts. His arms were veiny, a drink already in hand, and his signature confident grin firmly in place. On his arm, clinging to him, was a girl in a semi-transparent pink mesh crop top and tiny denim shorts. Her bleach-blonde hair was in space buns, and her glossy lips in a half-smile.

Ethan couldn't help to compare her breasts to Robin's, he noticed George's girl's were smaller and more perky.

George gave Robin a not-so-brief once-over, eyes lingering on her curves, grinning thinking of their shared secret. "You look amazing. Still got that glow, huh?"

Robin laughed, clearly amused. Her body reacted instinctively to George's flirting.

"Ethan is here too," she said, slipping her arm through her boyfriend's and leaning into him just slightly.

George extended a hand. "Right, right. Ethan. Respect, man. Not every guy's secure enough to bring his girl to a place like this." He winked at Ethan "Guess you two are more adventurous than you let on"

Ethan blinked. "Like what?"

George just chuckled, shook his head, and gave him a friendly pat on the chest. "No, I mean... it's cool. You get it."

Robin raised an eyebrow but didn't press.

"This is Isa," he said with a smirk, like he was showing off a new sports car.

Isa bounced up to Ethan and threw her arms around him with a squeal. "You're sooo cute!" she said, smushing her chest into him without hesitation. Then turned to Robin doing the same gesture. "Oops! Oh my God, boob crash!" Isa squealed. "That's, like, such a good sign. We're gonna be besties!" She said, giggling as she pulled away from Robin, her small, perky tits bouncing slightly inside her mesh top. Robin laughed, her own nipples hardening visibly under her thin dress. The air between them was electric, charged with a mix of alcohol and pheromones.

She turned to George and whispered something in his ear. George smirked and whispered back while sliding his hand just below the small of her back.

Robin watched with thinly veiled curiosity.

"Well, we'll let you get back to... whatever," George said, his eyes on Robin's nipples before flicking quickly to her eyes. "We've got a hot tub waiting, and Isa's allergic to swimsuits."

"There's a hot tub?" Robin asked excitedly.

George nodded. "Don't be strangers," He added as they moved off into the dark toward one of the side trails.

As they walked away, Isa giggled and slapped George's chest, whispering something that made him laugh like he'd already won something.

As the night went on, the conversation got looser. Laughter came easier. The flames burned low, but the glow around the fire only grew warmer. There was a sense of shared secrecy in the air.

At one point, a game of never have I ever broke out.

Robin declined politely, but she couldn't help overhearing.

"Never have I ever had sex in a hot tub."

Half the group drank.

"Never have I ever watched someone else have sex."

More drinks. More giggles.

Someone leaned over and whispered something into Mara's ear. She laughed, eyes twinkling, and swatted Dan's chest playfully. Dan just looked proud.

Ethan nudged Robin. "Still think this is about s'mores and lake hikes?"

Robin smiled and looped her arm through his. "Maybe it's both."

After a while, as they stood to leave, Melissa waved them down from across the firepit. "Don't forget! Art workshop. Ten sharp. And bring something loose-fitting."

Robin waved back. "We'll be there."

When they reached Cabin 3B, the porch light was off. Inside, everything was dim and quiet. Robin opened the door slowly. The cabin was empty.

"No Mara. No Dan," she said, kicking her shoes off into a corner.

"Do you think they're off somewhere getting a head start on that 'watching other people have sex' thing?" Ethan joked, closing the door.

Robin shrugged and walked over to her bed, pulling the dress over her head in one smooth motion.

Ethan watched her, his eyes taking in her slender figure as she stood in the soft light, bathed in the warm glow of the flickering lanterns. Her flecked breasts, hard pink nipples and her clean shaved pussy in full display for him.

Ethan didn't need any more prompting.

He crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling his shirt off and letting it drop behind him. Their lips met. Ethan's hands roamed her body, fingertips brushing over her breasts, the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back.

Robin let out a low hum, her arms looping around his neck.

"I've been wanting to do this since we got here," she whispered.

Ethan's mouth found her collarbone. "Then let's not waste the opportunity."

He lowered her back onto the bed, climbing over her as his hands skimmed down her sides. She welcomed him between her thighs, spreading them with a sigh as he kissed down her stomach. When his mouth reached her inner thigh, she gasped softly.

"You're really wet tonight." He looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with desire, before his tongue flicked out to taste her.

"Oh babe!" she hissed, her hips bucking off the bed.

The room was filled with the sounds of their breaths, punctuated by the wet smacks of his mouth on her pussy. Ethan's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he devoured her. He licked and sucked, his tongue darting in and out, exploring every inch of her.

Robin's head fell back against the pillow, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

Ethan teased her with his tongue, licking circles around her clit before sucking it gently between his lips. Robin's hips moved restlessly, urging him on, her breath coming in short gasps.

"God, baby, don't stop," she begged, her hands fisting the sheets beside her.

He didn't stop. He fucked her with his tongue, driving it deep into her pussy, making her cry out. He could taste her arousal, salty and sweet, and it made him crazy. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body writhed beneath his touch.

Suddenly Robin's mind went to the V-cut abs of the guy at the fire pit.

She imagined them glistening with sweat as he thrust into her with his big cock. Robin really hoped his shorts weren't lying. She shivered, her hips bucking against Ethan's mouth. He felt her climax building against his tongue.

Robin reached down and grabbed a handful of Ethan's hair, pulling him harder against her. Her clit throbbed, aching for release. She could feel the heat building in her core, the tension coiling like a spring. She couldn't hold it anymore. She arched her back, her body taut, as the orgasm crashed over her.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she cried out, her hips jerking against Ethan's mouth as she came hard.

Ethan held on, his tongue riding out the waves of her pleasure, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He didn't stop until her hips stopped moving, until her body went limp beneath him.

He kissed his way back up her body, his lips lingering on her stomach, her breasts, her neck.

She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice full of desire. "I need you inside me."

He obliged, positioning himself at her pussy entrance. She could feel the head of his cock, slick with her arousal, pressing against her. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was completely buried inside her.

"Shit," he groaned, his forehead resting against hers. "You feel so good tonight."

Robin wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back.

She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her completely. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, her body already primed and ready.

"Fuck me harder, Ethan," she demanded, her voice low and breathless. "Make me feel it."

Ethan obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her. His strokes were deep and hard, hitting all the right spots inside her. Robin let out a moan, her toes curling in pleasure.

He looked at her tits bouncing with each thrust. He thought to himself if a smaller set of breasts will bounce the same way as Robin's are. A smaller set, similar to Isa's. Ethan's cock got even harder at the thought of Isa lying on her back, her blond hair spread out in bed, would her pussy be smaller too? He thought she was probably getting fucked in that hot tub, her tiny little tits bouncing with each thrust, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

 

The thought of Isa getting fucked was suddenly overwhelming. He was on the edge, his cock thick and hard inside Robin. He grabbed Robin's hips, thrusting harder and faster, his cock swelling inside her.

"Fuck, Ethan," Robin moaned, feeling him tense. "Come inside me, baby. Come on."

Ethan let out a low growl as he thrust one last time, his body shaking as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body hot and slick with sweat.

Robin wrapped her legs around him, holding him against her as they both panted, their bodies clinging together.

Ethan pulled out of her slowly, the overflow of his cum slipped free out of her pussy. Robin moaned softly, a shiver running through her body.

"God, that was... fuck!" She let out a soft laugh, her fingers tracing the lines of his back. "I love you!"

"I love you too babe." Ethan grinned, kissing her. "And yeah, it was great!"

They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Catching their breath for another few minutes, before Robin wrinkled her nose.

"Okay, we're definitely going to stick together if we don't clean up."

They padded quietly to the bathroom, washed off, dried each other lazily, then crawled back under the covers, this time fully spent and relaxed.

Ethan wrapped his arms around her, spooning her close.

Robin smiled in the dark. "Babe... I'm very excited for tomorrow."

Morning crept in slowly, sunlight spilling through the cabin's windows in soft golden shafts. The air was crisp and fresh, the kind of clean you could only get from sleeping under pine trees.

Robin stirred first, her bare skin tangled in the sheets, her pussy sore in the best way, a reminder of a great night. She blinked a few times, then rolled over to find Ethan still asleep beside her, mouth slightly open, his hair a mess.

She smiled. Then frowned.

The other bed was still made.

"Did they... not come back?" she whispered to herself.

She padded over to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and by the time she emerged, Ethan was sitting up and stretching, rubbing the back of his neck, enjoying the view of his naked girlfriend, he could look at her firm ass for hours.

"Morning," he croaked. "Did I miss Dan and Mara coming in?"

Robin shook her head. "Their bed's untouched. Think they pulled an all-nighter?"

Ethan gave a sleepy shrug. "They did look like they knew their way around the place."

They dressed lazily, threw on light clothes, and wandered over to the breakfast area. It was a shaded outdoor buffet near the mess hall with picnic tables, fresh coffee, pancakes and the usual breakfast food.

Mara and Dan were already there, seated at the end of a long wooden bench wearing the same clothes as the previous day.

Robin raised her brows as they approached. "You two survived the night?"

Dan grinned wide. "Thrived, actually."

Mara tilted her head, smirking. "Let's just say... Cabin 5A has a very welcoming crowd."

Robin and Ethan exchanged a glance.

Swingers. Definitely swingers.

Robin tried to play it cool, grabbing a plate and a cup of orange juice. "Sounds like you had fun."

Dan chuckled. "It's Camp Deepwood, right? Wouldn't be Deepwood without a little... bunk-sharing."

Mara raised her mug toward Robin with a wink. "Do you have any activity planned for today?".

Robin nodded. "Yes, we were invited to an art workshop."

Mara smiled wide. "Melissa's workshop, right? You two are going to have so much fun!".

They joined their cabin mates at the table, and for the next half hour, breakfast passed with playful conversation, thinly veiled innuendo, and Mara occasionally brushing crumbs off Dan's thigh with more intimacy than necessary.

Ethan leaned over at one point and whispered in Robin's ear, "This is the weirdest wholesome place I've ever been."

Robin whispered back, "You're not wrong. And I kinda love it." As they wrapped up breakfast, Ethan and Robin made their way to their scheduled activity.

The art workshop was held in a large open-air pavilion on the north edge of camp, shaded by a canopy of trees and lit by dappled sunlight. Easels were arranged in a wide semicircle, with sketchpads and charcoal sticks already waiting for them.

Melissa, radiant and barefoot in a gauzy wrap and oversized sunglasses, stood at the center like a bohemian queen.

"Welcome, my lovely campers!" she sang, arms wide. "No judgment, no experience necessary. Just observe, feel, and let your charcoal flow."

Ethan and Robin chose two seats near the middle, settling into the easy, artsy vibe. A few other couples filtered in, some still yawning, others with more experience already sketching warm-up circles. A pair of camp assistants brought over trays of fruit and iced tea.

Melissa clapped once to get their attention. "Today we're doing a long-pose figure drawing. For that I'm choosing our first model from among us."

She scanned the group dramatically, her eyes pausing on Robin.

"You, redhead goddess," she said, pointing. "Up here. Front and center."

Robin blinked. "Wait... me?"

"Yes, you! You've got energy. Lines. Light."

Robin glanced at Ethan, who gave a half-smile and a shrug that said you're gorgeous, go show off. She rolled her eyes but stood up, smoothing the hem of her sundress and walking to the front of the pavilion.

"Now, before we start..." Melissa stepped forward gently. "We need you to shed everything. Clothes, fear, ego. This is about truth. About being gloriously, radically seen."

Robin's eyes opened wide. She looked at Ethan for a way out.

"Come on sweetheart, this workshop is a celebration of the human body." The instructor insisted.

For a moment, she looked to Ethan, not for rescue, but reassurance.

Then she smiled, just a little. "Alright," she said, her voice steady now. "Let's celebrate."

She tugged the straps off her shoulders slowly, deliberately.

Ethan shrugged and gave her a nod.

Robin took a breath, then slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders. She let it fall slowly, pooling at her feet, revealing her naked body to the circle.

Her breasts were full and freckled, firm despite her soft posture. Her nipples stiffened in the morning breeze. She stood at 5 ft tall, pale skin glowing in the filtered sunlight. Her hips curved with confidence. Her bare pussy, freshly shaved and smooth, glistened faintly from the anticipation that had been building.

The group of artists murmured softly. "Let's ease into the moment," Melissa said, clapping her hands. "Try lying down, one leg bent like you're lounging in a dream. Soft hands. Breathe beauty into the pose."

Robin struck the pose, steady but clearly trying to hold in her nerves.

"Okay, group," Melissa said. "Raise your hand if you want this pose for the sketch."

Only Ethan's hand went up.

Melissa smiled kindly. "Tough crowd. Let's try something more... inviting."

Robin adjusted, shifting to one knee, one hand on her thigh, arching her back slightly. Her breasts lifted beautifully, her nipples pointing at the sky. Her hair fell to one side. She met Ethan's eyes for a moment, gauging his reaction.

Five hands this time.

Still not enough.

"You're doing so good," Melissa said, twirling her fingers like she was conducting an orchestra. "But give us a story. Think of juicy curiosity. A flirt with the divine. Show us temptation wrapped in light."

Robin bit her lip, then turned and crouched low on her knees, resting her weight back on her heels. She leaned forward, lowering her upper body until her head was sideways on the ground and supporting her weight with her chest, her ass up. The pose made her spine curving into a soft S-shape, her thighs open wide as she reached down with her right hand, fingers splayed in a V-shape. Like she was inviting the group to take a good look at her exposed pussy.

Every hand went up.

"Perfect," Melissa said. "Hold that. Ten minutes."

The pavilion was quiet except for the occasional stroke of charcoal. Ethan's fingers trembled slightly as he sketched, trying to focus on lines and light and not the aching pulse in his cock. Robin, for her part, held the pose almost too well. Her breath stayed steady. Her face relaxed.

She could feel the air shift around her. It wasn't just about being looked at... it was about being seen.

Every breath made her nipples ache. Every second she held the pose made her ache a little more between the legs.

Ethan noticed. So did Melissa.

Robin met Ethan's eyes once more, and this time her look said something else entirely.

She was turned on. And she couldn't hide it.

Melissa clapped twice. "And... time. You can relax now, sweetheart."

Robin let out a soft exhale and straightened up slowly, stretching her arms overhead in a way that made her breasts lift and sway gently.

"Let's give her a hand," Melissa said, and a light round of applause followed.

Robin stood, flushed but smiling now. Her earlier hesitation had melted into a quiet confidence. She made no move to cover herself.

She caught Ethan's eye. His hand was still on the sketchpad... but his fingers hadn't moved in a while.

Melissa looked around. "Now for our second piece, I'd love to explore... connection. Soul-on-skin. Breath-to-breath." She turned, eyes scanning the group. "Boyfriend. Would you be willing?"

Ethan froze. "Me?" he asked.

Melissa smiled. "Yes. Partner sketch. Let's see the intimacy between you two."

Robin gave him a look that was half encouraging, half amused. "Come on, mouse boy."

He chuckled, standing and pulling off his shirt. He wasn't shredded like some of the other guys, but he was lean and strong, with broad shoulders and a soft line of hair down his chest. A few campers murmured as he stepped forward. Then something tight pulled behind his smile. Being naked in front of strangers was one thing. Being naked next to Robin, while others watched, was another. A part of him felt exposed. Another part was already half-hard.

He kicked off his shorts, hesitated at the waistband of his boxers... then let them fall too.

Melissa gestured to the center. "Let's start with something close. Maybe spooning on your side. You two choose the positions."

Robin lay down on her side first, one leg bent forward. Ethan curled behind her, his arm resting over her waist. His cock pressed gently against her hip.

Melissa circled them, examining angles. "Okay... now let's try something different". She grabbed the chair Ethan was using before and placed it in the center. "Boyfriend, sit here and redhead will sit in your lap".

They followed her instructions, Ethan with his legs open sitting in the chair, Robin sitting nested between Ethan's legs.

"Closer," Melissa encouraged. "More tension."

She arched her back so her head was facing his, their lips open almost touching in a kiss.

After a minute, Melissa frowned slightly unconvinced. "Hmm. Let's try a contrast. Strength and surrender."

Robin gave Ethan a curious glance.

"Maybe... let's bring in a third model. You! Come here!" Mellisa pointed at a man. Heads turned.

The guy was already standing, as if expecting the invitation. He peeled off his shirt and jogged confidently to the front, flashing a practiced grin. Robin's eyes widened when looking at his body, she realized it was the V-cut abs guy from the firepit, the guy she fantasized with the night before.

"Ethan, would you mind switching out?" Mellisa voice broke the spell Robin was in.

Ethan blinked. For a heartbeat, his breath caught. Was he being... dismissed? Replaced? His chest tightened. But before he could process it fully, Robin's eyes found his. He gave her a small shrug and stepped away.

"I'm Ty" He introduced himself to Robin.

Robin's heart started racing. It was surreal to have him here, inches away, half-naked, his bulge already noticeable through his cycling shorts.

"Take off your clothes and just sit behind her, facing the class," Mellisa instructed.

Ty removed his shorts, his semi-erect cock bouncing free. Robin was surprised, it was about the same size she had thought but thicker. He took Ethan's place.

"Now let's try the same pose you were doing with..." Melissa gave Robin directions again.

"Ethan." Robin said, her voice raspy.

"Yes, yes. Now, let's get into the pose," Mellisa said. "Ty, lean in closer. Make her feel you."

Robin positioned herself over him. Standing, her legs slightly bent and spread around his legs like she was about to sit but leaving a gap between her and his cock.

She felt his warmth as he leaned in, a hand resting lightly on her hips, the other grabbing one of her tits firmly. His touch made her skin prickle with anticipation.

She was turned on by the heat of his body behind her, his breath warm on her back. Her heart raced as she looked down at him, his other hand gripping her breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

"This is divine," Melissa purred, stepping closer. "But let's make it unforgettable. A little more connection, a little more heat... there." Melissa said, almost too excited. She stepped closer to the models. With surprising ease, she reached between them and gave Ty's shaft a few deliberate strokes. He stiffened instantly under her touch. Then, with the skill of someone far too comfortable with boundary-pushing, she guided the swollen head of his cock between Robin's thighs. Just enough to part her pussy lips, not enough to enter her, but enough to make her gasp. A muted yelp slipped from Robin's throat, half shock, half arousal.

"This is perfect!" Melissa exclaimed. "Class, drink it in. The curve of her back, the tension in his grip, that's the story of touch. Of hunger. Of surrender." She cooed. "And of course there's story in how his cock is about to impale her." She said proudly.

Melissa stepped back, a satisfied smile on her face. Robin's chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing, her pussy lips tingling where Ty's cock head was pressing against her. She could feel every inch of Ty's body behind her, his cock rock hard and pulsating against her.

She glanced at Ethan to see him staring at her, his eyes wide with surprise. What is he feeling? Was it jealousy? desire? She couldn't tell. But he looked with intensity, a hand absentmindedly rubbing his crotch through his jeans, the other one trying to draw his girlfriend in such an intimate position.

As the group continued to draw, the passage of time seemed to stretch out interminably, each minute feeling like an hour. Robin's thighs trembled, muscles beginning to ache from holding the pose. Her calves burned with the effort, her balance becoming harder to maintain.

She shifted her weight lower, her body seeking rest... but with that motion came Ty.

The tip of his cock, already thick and flushed, pressed against her slick entrance, firmer now. Her breath hitched. Her thighs flexed. She tried to hold still, but her body, being sore, needy, heavy with tension, kept sinking.

The first inch slid in.

Her pussy stretched around him, the girth unfamiliar and shocking. A gasp escaped her lips, almost a whimper. Her fingers clawed at Ty's thigh for stability. He was so much thicker than Ethan, thicker than anyone she'd taken before, and her body reacted with instinctual tightness.

Her pussy pulsed, clutching around him in resistance and desperate need.

Then another inch.

She could feel herself being opened further, the sensation equal parts pain and pleasure. It wasn't fast or smooth. Her body had to slowly yield to his size. Her back arched. Her mouth fell open.

Ethan was watching. She knew it. She could feel his gaze like a hand on her skin.

Another inch.

Her walls stretched wide to accommodate him, her slickness the only thing allowing him to advance. She felt so full already, yet there was more. Her pussy fluttered, helplessly greedy, aching with every heartbeat.

Ty's breath was warm at her back. His hands gripped her hips tighter now, steadying her, guiding her down. Letting her take him at her own rhythm. Letting her surrender.

She was almost half way there. Her pussy just had to adjust a little more.

Robin's knees finally gave in, and the last few inches filled her with one quick, devastating thrust.

She was impaled. Utterly full. Her pussy clenched hard, trying to accommodate the thickness inside her, but it was too much. And somehow, it was perfect.

He was so much thicker than Ethan. And unlike Ethan, he was circumcised, his head smooth and blunt, dragging over every nerve ending inside her.

The difference was jarring. Not better, not worse... just intense. Foreign.

A deep moan vibrated in her throat, but she swallowed it down, teeth pressing into her bottom lip. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Just feel.

Feel the stretch.

Feel the fullness.

Feel the pulse of his cock twitching inside her.

Ty let out a low groan, his fingers digging into her hips. "Damn, girl," Ty whispered into her ear. "You feel even better than you look. And trust me, that's saying something."

Ethan watched, frozen. Ty's thick cock slid into Robin slowly, and Ethan's breath caught. He should have looked away. Should have done something. But instead his hand moved on its own, he started stroking himself through the fabric. Not just aroused, but aching. Not just jealous, but jealous of both of them. "Do I want to stop it? Or be part of it?" He thought to himself.

Robin could see the outline of her boyfriend's hard cock pressing against the fabric, and it turned her on even more. She looked back at Ty, who was now fully inside her, his 7" cock filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him, the veins on his cock rubbing against her inner walls, stimulating her pussy in a way Ethan isn't of.

"Fuck, Robin, you're so tight," Ty groaned. "I can feel every bit of you."

"Robin's breath caught in her throat, her body quivering as a soft moan slipped past her parted lips. as she felt a wave of heat wash over her. Her hips began to rock subtly, a silent plea for more, a desperate attempt to find some measure of relief from the fire that burned within her. He responded with a low, guttural growl, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.

She could feel his cock twitching inside her, already throbbing with the need to release. Robin realized she was about to get creampied in front of the whole group, and within that group was her boyfriend.

But instead of feeling guilty the thought of it just made her pussy pulsate more, the heat building between her thighs.

She glanced at Ethan again, his eyes were fixed on their bodies, transfixed by the sight of Ty's cock disappearing into her pussy. The situation was too much for her. Her breath started coming in short gasps, her body trembled, and a warm flush spread across her skin. She was so close, her climax building like a storm inside her.

Ty felt her pussy pulsating against his cock, he knew she was about to cum. He thrusted his cock deeper inside her while at the same time pinching her nipple.

This movement was enough to make her cum. Her body convulsed with a sudden, intense orgasm. Her back arched, and her face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened in a silent cry, her body trembling violently as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Ty held her in place.

He felt her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him as she came. Ty tried he best but he couldn't hold back any longer. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening.

With a final, deep thrust, he let out a low growl, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her pussy with his hot cum. His body shook with the force of it, his fingers digging into her hips.

Robin could feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock inside her as he came. It sent shivers through her, her own body still trembling with aftershocks from her orgasm. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back onto his shoulder as she rode out the last waves of pleasure.

 

Ty's fingers dug into Robin's skin, his jaw clenched tight as he held her firm against him, unmoving. His cock still throbbing as he continued releasing more of his cum inside her pussy, his balls riding up and down with each spurt.

For a couple of minutes they stood there still. Neither of them said anything. Just a faint flush spreading across Robin's cheeks and chest.

Ethan, watching from his seat, loved the expression on Robin's face. It was raw, unguarded. Something had just happened. Something... big. But what exactly?

Ethan couldn't tell. His hand had stilled on his sketchpad, charcoal forgotten. His thoughts were scattered.

Was it just the intensity of the pose? The strain in her muscles? The high of being watched, desired? Maybe she was just... tired.

Robin looked at Ethan, "Can he tell his girlfriend just got creampied?" She wondered. But the thought dissolved in the haze of warmth still spreading through her. She loved it. Loved how full she felt. This was what Camp Deepwood really was.

"Time's up" Melissa called out. "Okay lovers and line-makers, close your pads, hydrate your souls. That was... breathtaking."

Everyone in the art workshop applauded as Robin straightened up, her body glowing with sweat and exertion. Her breasts were heaving, nipples still hard and sensitive. She looked over at Ethan, her skin flushed with heat.

Ty handed Robin her dress. "Thank you," she said. The air was filled with erotic tension. Robin quickly slipped her dress over her head. Ty grabbed his shorts and pulled them on, his cock still semi-hard.

He looked at Robin, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'll be at cabin 6C."

Robin's breath was still coming in short gasps, she nodded and adjusted her dress. She turned to Ethan, who was staring at her with a mixture of confusion and desire. She licked her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "O-Ok." She replied.

Ethan's cock was rock hard in his jeans, the outline of it clearly visible. He adjusted himself, trying to alleviate the discomfort. "Fuck, Robin," he said, his voice tight. "You were amazing," Ethan said, his voice full of desire.

Robin looked at him, her eyes glazed over, still lost in the haze of her orgasm. "Do you really think so? Aren't you mad?" she whispered.

"I don't even know what I'm feeling," he admitted, eyes on the ground. "But it's not anger. I mean... It was just an art workshop, right?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You were just... doing what you were told for the art". His voice full of doubt. "Totally normal. For art."

He said but he couldn't believe it either. He had watched as Ty's cock slid into Robin, and had seen her face contort with pleasure. He had never felt more turned on, and more confused, in his life.

"Exactly," she said, brushing his cheek with her fingertips. "You get me, babe. I can be myself with you... even when I'm a little wild." She said melting into a kiss with Ethan while Ty's cum was dripping out of her pussy. "Now, I think I need a good shower," She said, breaking the kiss.

The couple made their way to Cabin 3B so Robin could take a shower. After all he had witnessed and experienced, Ethan was wondering what else Camp Deepwood had for them in the next few days.

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