Creampies While Camping

As we ate dinner around the fire and drank from a flask full of warm bourbon, all I could think about was how Ben would fuck me tonight. It was hard to believe that I was a virgin just eight months ago, because I felt like an experienced woman - even a little slutty.

The bourbon made me lose more inhibitions. I was talking dirty to Ben in front of the others. He shushed me a few times, and I liked that I made him blush. Everyone paired off quickly, and we made out in our tents to the sounds of other couples moans. I was too drunk to take charge this time, and Ben showed some initiative. Undressing me, kissing and sucking my nipples for minutes until I begged him to touch my cunt. I lay back as he made his way down to my crotch, kissing and licking my tummy and hips. "Be careful, I'm a little sore," I cooed.

His tongue felt glorious on my reddened pussy, gently lapping at me. I imagined I tasted different, a mix of my juices and his, but he didn't hesitate. He put just one finger inside me and sucked on my clit gently. I came quickly, my thighs convulsing around his head.

I rolled him over and started sucking his cock hungrily. I bobbed up and down and stroked, slobbering over him sloppily. Then I put my fingers in my soaked pussy and used that to further later him up. I took his cock out of my mouth and placed it between my tits. I looked into his eyes as I slid his cock up and down, leaving a trail of wetness on my chest. I licked at the head at the top of each slide. I had never titty-fucked before, and I got excited about the idea of him coming on my tits and neck. But I really wanted more cum inside me. I moved up and straddled him, pointing his cock at my slit again. But he had a different idea.

"Turn around," he said.

I followed orders, spinning so my ass was facing him. I grasped his shaft and pulled down to aim at my opening, then slid down quickly, gasping as I bottomed out. It was my first time in the "reverse cowgirl" position, and the angle was hitting different spots inside of me. I liked it and began bouncing quickly while gently rubbing my clit. Ben held my hips, pulling me down hard and thrusting up at the same time. I tried to get into a rhythm, but Ben took control. He held me up on the tip to tease me, and then impaled me by pulling me down fast just when I didn't expect it, taking my breath away each time. After one deep thrust, I was surprised to feel a warm burst of his cum inside of me.

I was close too, and I was determined to come on his cock even though he had already orgasmed. I reached down and felt some of his cum leaking out of me and that turned me on more. I scooped up the sticky mixture of his cum and my wetness and spread it over my clit, rubbing hard as I slid down his cock. I needed to fuck him while he was still hard. He was writhing beneath me, so sensitive after his orgasm, but I wouldn't stop. I loved the warm liquid against my clit and lubing his shaft. The orgasm was violent as I pounced on him as deep as I could, my pussy pulsating on his cock and ejecting more fluid as I came. I realized again that I really enjoyed having a man's cum inside me. I thought about it scientifically. I guess millions of years of evolution made women want a man's cum inside them, especially with a guy they trusted and saw a future with.

I pulled off, his cock popping out of me slick with fluid and almost flaccid. I put my head on his chest and fell asleep, feelings of deep devotion toward Ben growing as I slept. Later Ben spooned me as we slept, kissing my neck and back. I had to hold back from expressing my feelings. I didn't want to freak him out by telling him that I was falling for him. But it felt so good to have his arms around me. I fell in and out of sleep, dreaming of Ben. At some point, he grew hard against me. "Mmmmmm," I said, unsure if I was awake or dreaming. I spread my legs and grabbed his shaft, pointing it to the spot where it belonged. We pressed against each other sleepily until I felt dribbles of cum adding to the loads already coating my pussy. I smiled and fell asleep with his cock still inside of me.

The morning clean up went quickly, and I helped break down camp and load the car with cum dripping down my thighs. I whispered to Tammy about our night, and she laughed and called me a slut. I slept like a baby that night at my apartment. I would have invited Ben over, but my pussy was stretched and sore. Still I was horny thinking about him, and I started fingering my pussy gently. As I ran my finger through my moist folds, I found globs of his cum still inside me. That got me even more excited, and I rubbed my clit with his cum until I orgasmed.

Monday afternoon, I boldly went over to Ben's apartment, knowing that his roommates had class. He was surprised to see me, but smiled. I didn't really have time to flirt so I pushed him into his room as I pulled off my shirt and slipped out of my skirt. "Slow down," he said. But I had to be at work in an hour, and if I didn't fuck him, I would be distracted all night. I yanked his clothes off and was shocked to see him flaccid even though I was nearly naked. I pulled off my bra and panties and threw him onto the bed. I guess he really wasn't in the mood for sex, but I took his soft penis into my mouth anyway. I enveloped his cock in my warm mouth, and loved the feeling of him growing hard against my lips. I had brought lube in my bag and lathered his now erect cock up with my hand. I placed him inside of me and rode him, fingering my clit until I came fast. He quickly flipped me around on my stomach and fucked me hard in the prone position again. Within a few minutes, he was moaning, "I'm coming inside of you," as he filled me up again.

We rolled around on his bed, me kissing him in the afterglow. I stared at him smiling. "So are we something more than friends now?" As soon as I said it, I knew it was the wrong thing to ask.

"Of course, Lily. You are incredibly special to me," he said.

I noticed the words he didn't say: "girlfriend," "exclusive," "dating." Any of the above. At least he didn't call me his "fuck-buddy."

"I just wished we took it a little more slowly," he said.

"Why? Do you think I'm a slut, or something," I said, too defensively. "I mean, we did take it pretty slowly. We've been hanging out for weeks."

"Yes, yes. I love hanging out and being with you. And the physical was incredible. Mind-blowing even," he said. "It's just ..."

I could not believe what I was hearing. I expected him to declare his devotion to me, or say he was falling in love with me. His cum was literally inside of me, and he was breaking up with me. Worse, he was saying we never had a real relationship.

"Lily you are the kind of girl a guy falls for and never gets over. You are the kind of girl I want to be with," he said.

This was sounding more optimistic.

"But I'm really hung up with someone else. Obsessed even. I can't dive into something with you when I feel this way about another woman," he said, breaking my heart with each word.

"What! Why are you hanging out with me if you are thinking about someone else? What the fuck was this weekend about?" I screamed.

"That's not fair, Lily. I had a separate tent for the weekend. You and your friends put us together without asking me about it. And, I obviously enjoyed our time, but you were the aggressor each time. I would have had to be a eunuch to have resisted you. I'm not shaming you. We're both consenting adults, but you can't act as if I lured you into anything."

I hate arguing with people who are calm, logical and kind of right. I was nearly hyperventilating and tearing up. He held me tentatively.

"Lily, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. That was wrong. When you were kissing me, I thought, maybe if I spend the night with her, I'll wake up and not think about the other person. I should want to be with you. You're beautiful, smart and funny. But I can't help how I feel. And I think it's better if I tell you now than months from now."

I screamed in frustration. I put my clothes on quickly and stared at him. "Who the fuck is it?"

"It's Lexi, your friend from work," he said.

"Lexi! She doesn't even know you exist! Is that why you've been coming to the office to walk me home! Oh God! You know Lexi fucks every drummer in every band that comes to town, right? Oh God!"

"I can't help how I feel," he said.

"Is that why you couldn't come inside me while looking at me? Did you spin me around and fuck me from behind because you had to imagine I was Lexi to get off?"

He didn't answer, just put his head down to avoid my eyes.

"You're a fucking prick. And I may be a slut who came on to you, but you could have been a man and told me you didn't like me before you fucked me all weekend," I said.

I ran out of the apartment, tears running down my cheeks. I somehow got to the office, and I tried to concentrate on work, but I was crying half the time. Angry at myself for being so giddy about a new guy, angry at him for allowing me to humiliate myself and angry in general that things didn't work out exactly how I wanted them to.

Jake stayed clear of me, understanding I was in no mood to be teased tonight. He left to pick up some dinner and brought me back a taco and soda. "You looked really busy. I figured you didn't have time to get something and I know we have to stay on deadline."

I thanked him and smiled. We finished around the same time. "You OK?" he asked sweetly. You need me to walk you home? You want to get a drink somewhere and talk about it?"

"Thanks. I could use a drink. But I'm only 20, so I can't get into a decent bar," I said.

"Well, you're in luck!" He went to the office freezer, reached around the back and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He then bought two cans of cranberry juice from the vending machine and poured us both a mix in red Solo cups.

"The office bar is open to all ages," he said. I laughed.

"So, I figure the tears are about the tall, skinny guy who isn't here for the first night in weeks," Jake said. "How did he disappoint you?"

I laughed and snorted at the same time, tears welling up again. I told him the whole story. Ben's constant signals of interest. The camping invitation. I looked into Jake's eyes and saw true concern. So I even told him that we had amazing sex all weekend. "I don't want you to think I'm a slut, but I really liked him, and I thought it was obvious that he liked me, too."

"Lily, I know plenty of sluts, and you are not one. And he definitely does LIKE you. Still. He's just got commitment issues. And, he's created a fantasy about one girl that doesn't even like him and he wouldn't like her if he got to know her," Jake said. "It's a classic guy move. A year from now, when you are dating the guy of your dreams - with much better employment prospects than Ben - you'll wonder why you ever liked him, and he'll regret sending you away."

I smiled, and took another drink. "I would like someone to walk me home, Jake. Thanks for asking."

He made me laugh again as we walked, and I slowly pushed the earlier events of the day out of my mind. I put my arm in his to stay warm. "You gonna be OK?" he asked outside my apartment.

"Come on in and I'll make you some coffee or hot cocoa. And you can keep saying things that make me feel better."

We sat on the couch, hip to hip watching TV and drinking from our mugs. He said something that made me laugh and I buried my head in his chest playfully. I looked up at him. He really was gorgeous. So handsome that I couldn't imagine myself with him. I lacked confidence sometimes, and I aimed for guys who I thought were more attainable. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. I let him linger and turned my lips to him. Suddenly, we were making out like high school kids, and he was a glorious kisser, much more confident then Ben.

Every place I moved my hands on him I felt muscles that I wasn't used to. Hard shoulders, bulging arms and thick forearms. His back was rippled and defined. My nipples were hard and my pussy was opening. I felt wetter than usual, and I realized that Ben's cum was still in me. Somehow kissing another guy with Ben's seed inside me and dripping onto my leg turned me on even more. What kind of cum slut was I becoming?

Jake was kissing my neck, and I was moaning involuntarily. His strong hands were rubbing me outside my bra. "Would you judge me if I asked you to stay with me?" I asked.

"I would never judge you, or ask you to do anything you weren't comfortable with," he said. "You are in charge."

I wanted to fuck him on the couch. I pictured myself bending over it and him standing behind me, but I worried my roommate would burst in. I took his hand and led him to my room. I sat on my bed and he stood up between my legs. He pulled my shirt over my head and started kissing my chest above my bra. My pale skin turned pink in spots as I grew more aroused. My nipples ached to be in his mouth. He undid my bra with one deft move, and my tiny nipples pointed toward him, erect and wanting to be licked. He placed his warm mouth just above my nipples, teasing around them and sucking at my flesh, but not touching the most sensitive spot. I wiggled around trying to push my nipple into his mouth, but he kept teasing me, then moved over to the other breast and did the same thing. Finally, I felt his tongue against my nipple and it sent an electric shock down my spine. My pussy moistened and opened more.

He took his shirt off and I stared at his body for a while. He was thick and strong all around, and when I rubbed his muscular shoulders it made me quiver a little. I rubbed my chest against his, eager to feel his strength against me. His hands were now cupping my ass and pulling me up toward him. I pulled myself slightly off the bed and helped him pull my skirt down. His finger stroked my panties and I shook. He could feel my wetness. I wondered if he could tell some of the fluid was the remnants of another guy's cum.

I was worried he would eat me out, and get freaked out by the taste of cum. I pulled myself up and told him to put his head back on my pillow. I unbuckled his jeans and pressed my hand against his erection which was stretching the crotch of his pants. I could feel the outline of a thick, hard cock and was eager to get a good look at it. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His boxers could barely contain him. The head of his cock was peeking out the top of his waistband. I rubbed it through the fabric, and an involuntary, "Mmmmmm," escaped my lips. I slowly pulled his boxers off and my eyes widened. The thick shaft is what I noticed first, at least an inch thicker than Ben. And he was uncircumcised, like the Italian lover I had during my summer abroad, but Jake's foreskin was paler. I stroked it admiringly. "It's really thick. I'm a little nervous, Jake," I said, knowing that would help his ego, but also kind of scared.

It was longer than Ben's dick, too. When I pulled on the foreskin, more of the pink head and tip were exposed. My pussy was getting even wetter staring at this huge dick. I kept stroking, bringing my other hand over to play with the tip. It was so long, I used both hands to stroke it, as if I was holding the bottom of a baseball bat. I licked the head and then put my lips over it, slurping up as I stroked with both hands. "Oh Lily," he moaned.

I tasted his precum and had to slow down my worshipful stroking, worried that he would come too soon. I bobbed up and down a few times, barely getting my lips over half of the shaft before my mouth was full and the tip was choking me. I relaxed my jaw and got more in, but I could not deepthroat him. I stroked harder and suckled the head.

I forced myself to pop off and rolled over to the drawer next to my bed, pulling out a container of lubricant. I slathered it over his gorgeous cock, running my finger over the tip and making him jump. I put some lube inside of me, greasing my vaginal walls for the entry. The lube just added to the mix of goop and fluid inside of me.

I told him to stand up next to my bed. I lifted my feet high in the air and put my hands behind each of my knees, giving him full access. He stood between my legs and stared at me lustfully, his thick cock glistening with lube and my saliva. He pushed it downward toward my vagina, wet and ready.

"Be gentle," I said softly. "You are so big." This time, I wasn't exaggerating.

He stroked his shaft and lined the head up to my slit. I felt the familiar pressure of a cock against me, but it was different. His head was so thick, the opening to my vagina resisted unfolding for him. I held my breath as the hammer-like tip put pressure on the edges of my pussy, finally popping through with a shove. Unlike some cocks, Jake's didn't slide all the way in after the huge head had created space. He was so thick, my pussy needed to stretch more before he could thrust. I pulled on my knees to spread my legs wider as Jake pressed gently deeper, millimeter by millimeter. There was a tiny bit of pain, probably because I was still a little sore from the weekend, but I loved being full and I always enjoyed new sensations that surprised me. I looked up at him with encouragement. "It's so big Jake, I love how it fills me. Keep going."

"You're so tight, Lily. But you're so wet, it feels great," he said, sliding another centimeter in as I gasped and my walls stretched wider. He pulled back so just the tip was in, and my walls relaxed, and then he was deeper still, that huge head pushing against both sides of me as it slid. Jake put his thumb on my swollen clit and rubbed as he pushed.

He started to push faster and deeper, more than two-thirds into me by now. I was actually glad I let Ben come in me earlier. His cum was helping Jake slide deeper than Ben could ever get. As the last part of his enormous penis entered me, it reached untouched territory. I could hardly breathe. I felt so full, and the clit play had my whole pussy tingling around this thick invader. I spread my legs wider still and Jake pulled back and pushed hard, his full erection inside of me. My heart was racing and I was breathing fast. I have never felt so full.

Every time he pulled back, I desperately wanted him deep inside me again, even though it was slightly painful and scary. I couldn't imagine anything going deeper. I was about to come when Jake took hold of my feet and put my ankles on his shoulders. He angled himself down on me and pushed again, and I screamed. I don't know if his cock hit my cervix, or went beyond it, but it was deeper than anything had ever gone, and so thick. Every wall of my vagina felt like it was getting pressed against by part of Jake's monstrous penis. He was thrusting hard and I felt a different type of orgasm welling up. My body went rigid, and then the convulsions started, but not just my vagina and ass muscles. I felt vibrations in my toes, legs, thighs, my abdomen, shoulders, hands and even my face. And my pussy was contracting also, but faster and harder than before, squeezing around the penis that had me so full.

"I'm coming Jake. I'm coming so hard," I said, as he just kept thrusting, his cock emptying and filling me every second. Finally, I felt warmth spreading deep inside my stretched vagina, burst after burst hitting my walls. He groaned with each spasm, and I moved my legs to pull him closer. I kissed him as we were both still coming. He kissed me back hungrily.

"You feel so good Lily. I've never come so hard," he said. I wanted to hold him as tightly as possible. I grasped my other hand around his back and pulled his strong upper body against my chest, while I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my ankles against his tight ass.

"That was amazing Jake. I've never felt anything like that," I whispered to him.

I thought Ben had taught me something about sex with a guy you really like, but he taught me a different lesson: To be careful not to trust every man who seems like a nice guy. And Jake taught me that some guys rough around the edges can be sweet and gentle when it matters.