Camping

I lined the angry, red tip of my cock up against the former camper's lubed cunt. The gradient between the woman's asshole, taint, and velvety cunt was wonderful. I took a minute to enjoy rubbing my girthy girlcock up and down and back forth. Back in college, I recalled one of my nicknames had been the Gushing Guinness. I ground up against her little nub, before pushing through her folds up to her once tighter cunt. Eileen didn't even wriggle or shift in my gripe anymore as I held her petite hips up. I took a few more seconds to enjoy the tight feeling of her entrance with my mushroom cap. It was compressed and puffed back up when I pushed and pulled it in and out her puss. What a way to start the day I thought as looked down at my 'camping buddy' over my huge sweaty tits and tattooed tummy, while feeling my sweat dripping off my balls.

Eileen and I groaned together when I started to persistently plow my morning wood into her pussy, helped along by a generous portion of lube I had dumped in. Feeling the glob of gel get pushed in by my shecock, it's colder temperature compared to our bodies was wonderful, even as it got smaller. I bottomed out my girly-dick on my first thrust, a feat I could not accomplish when I had first met Eileen and her friends at the campground, umm. Nine days ago I realized, with a sigh of contentment as I felt her start squeezing and twitching involuntarily while my nuts pulsed against her clit. It was missing the mixed chorus of uncomfortable groans and giggling that had accompanied that first week but this was fun too. Her panting and moaning softly around my gock.

It was just me and Eileen now, not that I'd eaten her friends or anything. I chuckled to myself at the thought patting my admittedly generous gut, rubbing my tattoo the way I loved to do ever since I got it at 18. It was a pair of inverted hearts, their tips overlapping. The top one was pink and the bottom purple, with little light pink splashes around the bottom and dark purple stars around the top. The word Breeding was written in the top heart and Fetish was in the bottom in black ink.

We'd just ended up leaving Samantha and Courtney behind five days ago when I had worn them out after a four day fuck fiesta with the three of them and any other attractive campers who passed by or came to complain about the noises. Eileen though did cross-fit, as I heard about again and again. Until I started sitting on her face whenever she brought it up. Which was probably why her holes were lasting longer than the other two.

Well it had become five on the last night in the campground when a pair of lesbians who had just arrived at their campsite across the way came over to introduce themselves. If they hadn't brought their teenage daughter with them then they probably would have joined Eileen and I on our multi-day hike. As it was by the time I parted ways with all of them the next morning all of their wombs were absolutely brimming with my baby batter so at least they'll have some things to remember me by. And their daughter will have sisters to spend time with if I ever bump into them again I thought with a warm smile as I started to work my hips back and fourth at the memories.

I took a firm hold with both hands and pulled my fuck toy up into my lap until her legs were pushed wide by my tatted stomach, our sweat slicked skin pushing up against each other. The wet smoothness was wonderful as I leaned forward and enfolded her in my bulk. I'm sure we were quiet a sight, my love handles folding around the exposed limbs poking out from under me. If you looked from behind you could see

her bum peeking out around my apple sized nuts and fat ass cheeks, wet slapping and squishing noises emanating from our crotches as my gock pushing against her cervix. The whole scene covered in a sheen of sweat, the air almost distorting for the miasma of our sweat and body odour.

As this was her fifth morning in a row being woken up like this in the little tent we were sharing it seemed she was starting to get accustomed to my early and sweaty starts. The light of dawn was just peaking through the tent, warming up my ass and back nicely. As I warmed up I sped up too, forcing muffled little squeaks and grunts out of my companion, buried as she was in the chasm of my cleavage and my profuse paunch she wasn't very loud so I was mostly listening to the sounds of nature waking up, birds and bugs and such. And the squelching of the pussy underneath me as I as went digging as deep as I could looking for where to plant my seeds.

With my gut pushing down on her like this I could feel her tits and stomach sliding against my bulk. I could also feel her start to shift and sweat as she got more uncomfortable underneath said bulk. She reached up and grabbed a hold of one of my love handles in an attempt to shift herself, but I held her firmly in place and just started to thrust harder until she gave up. I loved getting nice and sweaty with a cutie. Especially when I can pin her down and smother her a bit while doing it. After all, she sees it as just a normal thing to do with your camping buddy in the morning.

I groaned with relief as I felt my load start to shift within me, thick and chunky as it slid out of my ladyballs and down my girlcock to clog up her womb. It was definitely going to be a camping trip she'd never forget. The stretch job I did on her cunt was sure to remind her every time she tried to have sex in the future. There was a reason my other nickname in college had been, the Elephant. I gave a bellow as my 'trunk' extended and blasted Eileen's watering hole for the final time. God I love blasting a woman full of my babies first thing in the morning.

I sat up and pulled out with a wet slurp before helping Eileen up and climbing out of the tent. Together we walked a little ways away before Eileen got down on her knees beside the stream we were using for water. This was our second morning ritual and it always put a smile on my face. Eileen closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue as I took aim and relaxed, letting loose into her face. My golden morning piss made a little rainbow in the morning light as it hit her face and splattered, before I redirected it mostly into her mouth. With the occasional flick to hit her hair or tits. I finished by pushing my cock into her mouth and continuing to shove as she choked.

I sighed with absolute contentment as I finished pissing into her throat. Just sitting there for a second, dick pushed past the back of Eileen's throat, the sweat and grime of several days of hard fucking and hiking, only washed off by the occasional splashes in stream water and Eileen's mouth while passing through coating my body. My bladder now empty of piss I felt my cock starting to chub up a bit and felt Eileen gag more around the growing meat-stick in her throat. I felt glorious in that moment. My stench was no doubt devilish, but I felt like a goddess of conquest! And sex! And fertility!

Ppphphhbptpbttt! Pppfft.

A goddess who enjoyed a good bean burrito while camping. I flushed as I felt my fat cheeks wobbled in the breeze, less from embarrassment than from excitement. The joy of being completely unbound. I gave my hair and tits a shake and wiped at the sweat I found there, feeling the natural oils in my hair. I realized it was time for a change of scenery. And a bath. Maybe. I pulled my cock out of Eileen and turned around, blowing her a burrito flavoured kiss, from my guts into her gasping face. She barely even gagged this time as I blasted my rusty trombone right in her face and walked off.

I guess after all the nights spent in the dutch oven of our tent she was less bothered by a bit of open air gas. As she panted on her knees I noticed she had pissed a small puddle where she was kneeling, unable to hold it in while I had released my morning piss. Which was normal after all. We're camping. You can piss wherever you want. I had made that clear.

“Start packing up the stuff, we're heading back today.” I said over my shoulder. I was bored of camping and only having one girl around. It was nice to take a break from it all and get away for a while but I was ready for some fresh meat. As I took care of further business behind a tree I heard my camping buddy packing up behind me. I had met her and her friends when I had wandered into a random campground a little over a week ago. Since everything I did was normal, nobody minded when I wandered into their campsite. Or wandered off with their daughters or wives. I had many fond memories from doing this in the past. There was always a plethora of pussy available in a campground, especially around holidays.

After I stood up and splashed into the stream with some soap, I walked back over, half chub bouncing along with my naked tits. I eyed Eileen's asshole as she bent down to start pulling up the tent stakes to pack it away. Her little stinker peeking out from between her glorious little butt cheeks. I bit my lip as I felt my chub do a few little jumps watching her. If this was the end of our time together I'd have to make sure to hit up all her holes at least one more time before letting her go. But first to finish packing, or we'd never leave.