Janet climbed out of the car and pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts to the bright, warm July sun.

“Look at you,” Mary teased as she did the same, letting her much larger breasts tumble free.

Janet tossed her top into the car, smoothed her shoulder-length blonde locks, and said, “Oh, stop.”

She knew there was little chance of that, though.  Only two years ago, on their first visit to the nudist camp, she had been nervous to the point of feeling ill.  It had taken three monthly trips for her to go topless, another the following year to strip down to a bikini bottom, and then two more to go fully nude.  She was hardly ashamed of her body, but it had taken some time to become truly – literally – comfortable in her own skin.

“Look at all the cars,” Mary said as she pushed down her shorts and panties.  “It’s going to be a good weekend.”

Janet shook her head and rolled her eyes while removing the last of her clothing – save her sandals.  She knew exactly what her friend meant by a good weekend.  Mary was an unabashed slut, and she was looking for as many casual flings as possible.  To her, the camp was a smorgasbord of cocks to choose from, all on full display.

They rented separate tents, on the fringes of the camp, far enough apart to be out of earshot of each other for a reason.

Mary retrieved her sunscreen bottle and said, “You could really stand to enjoy yourself this weekend, you know.”

Though she knew it was true, she had never been good with one night stands.  After a bitter divorce, and two failed relationships since, she wasn’t sure she was good with that either.  Lack of sex for more than a year was beginning to take a toll on her spirits, though.

“I’m just not built that way,” she said while retrieving her own sunscreen.

“If I was built like you, I’d never get off my back,” Mary said, punctuating it with an exaggerated wink.

Janet couldn’t help but chuckle as she began applying her sunblock.  She knew all too well how lucky she was to be in such good shape in her 40s.  Genetics played a role – because her mother still looked more than a decade younger than she was – but she worked hard to keep her figure as well.

She smoothed lotion into her still firm breasts, thinking about how she wished they were bigger when she was young.  Now, she was glad that her B-cups hadn’t suffered as much from gravity as they might have if they were larger.

While spreading sunscreen on her mound, she once again wondered if she should have left it unshaven.  Varying amounts of hair down there was the norm at the camp, and she always felt a little out of place.  She’d let it grow for a few weeks the previous year, but it had driven her to distraction.  After twenty years of shaving, she simply couldn’t bear having pubic hair any longer.

Once fully covered in glistening lotion, she slipped the bottle back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder.  She then retrieved one of their coolers from the back seat.  Mary hefted her bag and cooler as well, and locked the doors once Janet closed hers.  The two friends then strolled across the parking lot toward the camp proper.

Ronald was sitting in his lawn chair at the gate, as usual, and greeted them with a jovial, “Happy Nude Day!”

“Happy Nude Day,” they both responded as they passed.

Mary dramatically opened her bag a few steps later, revealing several boxes of condoms right on top.  “I’m certainly hoping so,” she said to Janet as she let the bag drop back to her side.

****

Janet luxuriated on the beach, her toes in the sand, and a cool breeze blowing from across the lake, kissing her nude body.  She chatted with the friends surrounding her, catching up on each other’s lives since the last time they’d been at camp together.

A satisfied sigh marked Mary’s return.  Knowing glances passed between Janet and her friends.  Mary had pounced on a handsome newcomer with an ample endowment not long after settling on the beach.  She’d vanished a little over an hour earlier with him.

Barely lunch time, and she had already made her first conquest of the weekend.

Mary sat down on her towel and ran her hands through her long brown hair – which was wet from a shower.  “So, I’m starving,” she said.

“Worked up an appetite?” Erin suggestively asked.  She was only slightly less uninhibited than Mary – though monogamous with her husband.

“And then some,” Mary answered, and twitched her eyebrows.

Amidst the chuckling that followed, Janet said, “I am a little hungry.”

Mary stood and said, “Well, let’s go, then.”

Of course, Mary described her sexual encounter in detail during the walk back to Janet’s tent.  As much as she pretended to listen out of friendship, Janet was in truth living vicariously through her friend’s exploits.  As often as not, Mary’s conquests fueled Janet’s fantasies when she masturbated, putting herself in her friend’s place.

It was something she was doing far more frequently of late, as time stretched out from the last time she actually had sex.

They made sandwiches of turkey with fresh lettuce and tomatoes from Mary’s impressive garden, and had a cup of wine to wash it down.  As they prepared to return to the beach, Mary muttered, “Oh my word...”

Janet followed her friend’s gaze and a chill raced up her spine.  There was little doubt who Mary was looking at, because the muscular back and tight glutes of the young man were a rarity.  He had to be in his 20s – easily half the age of the average visitor to the camp – so he stood out.

Her heart raced when he turned slightly while speaking to an older man.  Her eyes locked on the impressive organ dangling between his legs, and an electric tingle arose between hers.  She glanced upward, taking in his six-pack abs and broad chest.  She looked at his face for a moment, planning to return to his gorgeous cock, and then recognition set in.

Janet gasped and darted into the tent to hide behind the flap.

“Huh?  What?” Mary asked, alternating between quick glances at where Janet hid and longer stares at the incredible specimen of young manhood.

“Get in here,” Janet demanded in a hushed whisper.

“What is wrong with you?” Mary asked as she stepped into the tent.  She stayed within the opening, turning her attention back to the young man.

“That’s one of Darren’s friends – William.”

Mary moaned and said, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“Stop it,” Janet admonished.  “Is he still there?”

“Oh my, yes,” Mary answered, and bit her lower lip.  She looked at Janet and said, “You should go talk to him.  Guys always have a thing for their friends’ mothers.  Bet he’d show you how much bigger that thing gets in a hurry.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not the one being ridiculous.  I saw the way you were staring at him before you recognized him.  You want it.  Do something about it.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s Darren’s friend.”

“So?”

Janet covered her eyes with her hand and groaned in exasperation. 

“That is exactly what you need,” Mary said.  “A hard young cock that can go all night.  Get out here and rope him in.”

Janet shook her head and said, “That is not happening.”

Mary turned toward her and put her hands on her hips.  “Are you seriously not going to make a play for him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, if you’re not going to...” She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips.

Janet gasped, “You wouldn’t!”

“Just watch me.  If you’re going to waste the opportunity, that’s your problem.  I’m not going to let it pass me by.”

Mary waited a few seconds, her expression saying she was waiting for her friend to change her mind.  Then she shrugged, and started walking.

“Mary!” Janet called in a harsh whisper.  Her friend ignored her.

Janet stood fidgeting behind the tent flap, worried that Mary would mention her.  Worse, she could bring William back to the tent.  Nerves frayed, she risked a quick peek around the tent flap.

Mary stood next to the two men – much closer to Will, of course – her back arched slightly to show off her body.  Janet’s eyes gravitated to William, drinking in his sculpted form for a moment before her fear kicked back in.  She darted back behind the flap once more.

A surge of powerful, irrational jealousy flooded through her.

She peeked a second, third, and fourth time.  The scene was always the same.  Mary was undoubtedly flirting, and William was smiling.  It was driving her crazy.

On her fifth glance around the tent flap, she saw that her son’s friend was gone, and Mary was walking back toward the tent.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Janet said when Mary stepped back into the tent.

“I can’t believe you didn’t.  I thought for sure you would follow me when I went out there.”

“You didn’t mention me, did you?”

Mary shook her head.  “I should have.”

“He’s my son’s friend,” Janet admonished.

“And I bet he could be your special friend for the night if you’d just take a chance.”

“Just stop.”

Mary threw her hands up.  “Fine.  Look, all I did was talk to him.  And flirt.  A little.  Let’s just forget about it and go back to the beach.”

“What if he’s there?”

“What if he is?  If it makes you feel any better, he’s here for Ray’s poker tournament.  You know how Ray’s games are.  They’ll be there for hours.  You can hide behind me if he comes down to the beach, and he’ll probably be too drunk to notice you, even if he does.”

“You’re sure?” Janet asked, and then peeked out from behind the tent flap, just to reassure herself that he wasn’t standing there.

“I’m sure.  Look, you can’t hide in here for the rest of the weekend.  Let’s go.”

Janet took a deep breath, nodded, and nervously fell into step with her friend.

****

For the first hour, Janet had been able to do little more than constantly glance about, expecting to see William at any moment.  Ever so slowly, she came to accept that he was indeed at the poker game – as were a large percentage of the other men from camp – and she relaxed.

As afternoon wore on to evening, the men began to filter back to the other areas of the camp as they were eliminated from the tournament.  Mary went on the prowl for one to console, of course.  Two were jockeying for attention, and she looked absolutely thrilled about it, so Janet was surprised to see her approaching.

Mary knelt down and said, “I just saw him coming to the beach.”

“William?”

Her friend nodded.  “Go ahead.  I’ll distract him if he looks this way.  Unless...”

Janet shook her head and began to gather her things.  Her other friends looked perplexed, but she didn’t have time to explain.  She saw William step onto the beach, walking toward the water.  Mary sauntered toward him, much to the consternation of her two hopeful bedmates.

As little as she wanted to admit it, Janet felt the swell of jealousy again.  Keeping her back to him, she walked up the beach.  She couldn’t help but look back over her shoulder, and saw Mary flirting with the young man.  Trying to put the thought out of her mind, she hurried back to her tent.  Amidst the trees, darkness was creeping in faster, so she turned on the lantern, lit a citronella candle, and applied mosquito repellant.

All the while, the memory of Mary flaunting her body to Will was in her mind’s eye.

She sat down in her camp chair with a large cup of wine in hand.  What she had actually observed was taking on a life of its own, despite her efforts to chase it away.  She could imagine Mary leading the young man back to her tent, drawing him down to the air mattress very much like the one behind her.

Janet shook her head and took a long pull of wine, but the thoughts weren’t going away.  Jealousy, depression, anger, fear...  They were all working on her hard, in a relentless onslaught.  She finished one cup, filled it again, and had nearly drained it when her thoughts took a different turn.

She resisted at first, when Mary vanished from her imaginings, and there was only William.  Somewhere between the wine, the settling darkness, and the soothing chirps of crickets, she surrendered without realizing it.

His cock swelled and straightened in her fantasy, bobbing between his legs and demanding attention.  She thought about touching it – feeling how hard it was.  She could feel his muscular arms around her – his rippled abs pressed against her.

“Ms. Oslo?  I thought that was you.”

Janet’s eyes snapped open when the voice shocked her out of her fantasy, only to see the real thing standing a few feet in front of her.  She was soaking wet, and her nipples were as hard as pebbles from fantasizing about him, and he was right there.

“Sorry.  Didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.

Oh god!  What do I do?  Look at his face.  Nothing else.  Her thoughts raced.  Some deep, instinctual defense mechanism kicked in, and she said, “Oh, hello William.”  She was surprised by how clear and nonchalant she sounded.

“Long time, no see,” he said as he stepped closer.  “I had no idea you were a nudist.”

Once again, she miraculously answered, “I’ve only been coming here for a couple of years.”

Her voice was the only thing acting appropriately, though.  It took virtually every ounce of her willpower to maintain eye contact and not let her eyes rove over his body.  She knew she had to be blushing as brightly as a stop sign, from how hot her face felt.

“First time for me.  Little weird at first, huh?”

She nodded and asked, “What brings you here?”

He shrugged one shoulder and answered, “Poker tournament.  Got pretty far, but not far enough.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Oh well, it was only twenty bucks.  Hey, Darrel said you got a promotion.  Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

They chatted about her new job, what he was up to, her son, and what a nice night it was.  The whole time, she was thinking, I’m sitting here naked, talking to him like we just ran into each other at the grocery store!

His hand suddenly jerked, slapping at his thigh.

She lost eye contact, following his rapidly moving hand when he swatted the bug.  His exclamation of damn mosquitoes echoed hollowly in her ears when she saw his very hard cock.  It was even bigger than she had imagined, and trapped her gaze like a fly in amber.  She gasped despite herself.

“Sorry about that.  I read the rules, and I know it’s frowned upon,” he said, repeating the exact phrase from the rules pamphlet.

He had completely finished before she realized she was staring.  She averted her gaze back to his face, and saw a smile growing there.

“You can look if you want, though,” he said.  “I know I am.”

“William...  I wasn’t...  I...  I...” she stammered.

Her heart thundered in her chest as he moved in closer and said, “Fuck, you’ve got such great tits.  I jerked off so many times thinking about them.  Even better than I imagined from seeing you in a wet bikini.”

Janet reeled from the admission that he’d masturbated to her.  His eyes were all over her, looking at her without a hint of shame.  Hers once again disobeyed her, following his hand as he wrapped it around his big, hard, young cock.

“Thought you’d have a hairy pussy, but it looks great shaved.  I could lick that all night long.”

She tore her eyes away from his erection, emphatically shook her head, and said, “We can’t.”

He released his cock and said, “Oh yeah.  Camp rules.  No sex in public.  Good thing the tent’s right there.”

“That’s not what I meant.  I...” she trailed off as he extended his hand to help her up.

Time seemed to grind to a halt as she looked at him with his hand held out to her.  His godlike body.  His incredible cock.  The hunger that was so obvious in his eyes and his voice.

The next thing she knew, her hand was in his, and he was pulling her to her feet.  The fires of her pent up need consumed her, burning away anything resembling reservations.  She crushed her body against him, tilted his head down, and kissed him as if her life depended upon it.

Will growled into the kiss, and slipped a hand beneath her butt, lifting her feet off the ground as if she weighed nothing.  She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pussy against his muscles, and he carried her into the tent, still kissing her hard.  Their tongues wrangled and their lips clashed as he jerked the bows holding back the tent flaps.  The barriers fell in turn, the canvas slapping against the center pole and hiding them from prying eyes.

William knelt down, and deposited her softly on the air mattress.  She let her legs fall from his back, and her hand slipped between their bodies to his erection.  A warbling whimper escaped her as her fingers caressed his hardness.

“Ah yeah,” he said before squeezing her left breast and moving in.

Janet shuddered from how his sucking lips made her pussy ache.  He sucked her nipple hard – even nipping it lightly with his teeth.  She snapped a hand to the back of his head, entwining her fingers in his short, dark hair, while the other continued to explore his cock.

He suddenly let her nipple go, and pushed up to his knees, pulling his cock away from her questing hand as well.  A sad, needy whimper escaped her.  The sound had barely faded before he slid his hands behind her knees – pushing them up and out.

She had just enough time to whimper, “Oh yes,” before he dived between her legs.

Janet’s hands clawed at the inflated mattress, unable to find any purchase as he devoured her pussy.  His lips sucked her folds.  His tongue slathered over her.  Her hips lifted, grinding her sex against his mouth.

“I wasn’t kidding,” he said, his breath hot against her folds.  He darted in, sucked her clit and a healthy amount of her labia between his lips for a moment, and then released them.  “I could lick this pussy all night,” he finished before stabbing his tongue into her wet heat again.

Janet writhed and bucked her hips from the intensity of pleasure so long denied.  She looked down at his rapidly moving head between her legs, and needed more.  She planted her hands behind her, and lifted up.  The sight of the muscles working in his back and his buttocks flexing caused her to throw her head back and yelp in ecstasy.

She jerked her head back up, staring at the gorgeous, virile young man eating her pussy so relentlessly.  There was no subtlety to the way he tongued her.  It was pure, animal passion.

Exactly what she needed.

The hot, electric pulses in her swollen clit spread rapidly, shooting through her pussy, and arching up her spine.  She fell back to the air-filled bed, but he held on tight with the hands curled around her thighs, never missing a beat.  Sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips beyond her control, growing louder with each lick and suck.

Her body slipped free of her consciousness as well.  Her hips undulated, alternately shoving her pussy into his face and slamming her butt to the mattress.  Her head lashed.  Her hands flailed.  He never stopped, and never slowed.  She soared to a crescendo, and hovered there, teetering on the edge, in a moment of almost painful pleasure for seemingly countless thundering beats of her heart.  And then finally – blissfully – tumbled into the abyss with a scream of agonized release.

William’s fingers dug into her, and he leaned forward, pushing her knees back toward her chest, and his powerful muscles held her in place.  There was no escape – and no mercy.  He licked her just as feverishly in the midst of orgasm wracking her body as he had to bring her there.

Janet’s hands snapped to the back of his head, pulling his hair, and her nails dug into his scalp.  Senseless with ecstasy, she had no idea if she was holding him to her, or trying to claw him away.  It didn’t seem to matter to him.  His tongue assaulted her, keeping her coming.  Her vision – behind her tightly closed eyes – became swirling motes of exploding lights surrounded by pulsing darkness.  Her screams became distant, haunting things, drowned out by the rapid, roaring beat of her heart.

Some part of her not caught in the swirling whirlpool of beautiful agony felt the pressure on her legs relax.  His tongue left her.  Her legs snapped together with the force of a steel trap and she covered her sex with her hands as well.  Freed from the bonds of his hands, she thrashed on the mattress, flopping to and fro.

Then he was atop her, his hard cock poking into her stomach.  He dropped down and kissed her hard.  She could taste her pussy juices – thick on his lips and tongue.  The musk of her arousal filled her lungs, and she tried to kiss him back, but desperate gasps for air prevented her.

He turned his attention to her breasts, moving back and forth between her nipples, sending her into fresh, sharp aftershocks.  They continued even after he rose to his knees above her.  The throes ever so slowly settled, and her gasps turned to pants.

“Holy shit.  You’re fucking wild,” he said, and then chuckled.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, and then went into a violent, full-body tremor as a lingering aftershock ripped through her.  When it passed, she repeated, “Oh god,” a half dozen times more.

“Never seen a woman come like that before,” he said.  “Fucking wow.”

Janet swallowed, but found her mouth dry.  A second attempt did no more to soothe her parched throat.  In a hoarse croak, she said, “I...  Need...  I...  Drink.”  She tried to add a please, but couldn’t force it out.

“Yeah,” he said, and then stood up from where he knelt over her.

While he fumbled about in the faint light, she realized her skin was slick with sweat.  Her hair stuck to her scalp.  A drop of her juices welled up from her still tingling pussy, meandered down her folds, and curled around her butt before dripping to the mattress.

William finally found the cooler, opened it, and pulled out the wine bottle.

Janet gave him a weak nod, and an even weaker wave.

He stood up, carried the bottle back to the mattress, and then moved in behind her.  He thoughtfully helped her sit up, and then provided a backrest – albeit one with a hard cock poking her – while he picked up the bottle.

He supported her arm as she guided the bottle to her lips.  The first sip hit her parched throat wrong, and she coughed, spraying them both.

“Easy,” he cautioned, giving her a few seconds.

Janet tilted the bottle again with his help, and managed to sip.  She sipped again, and then took a drink.  The cold wine felt like pure liquid heaven.  She took one more drink, and then silently instructed him to put the bottle down.  Once he had control of it, she leaned back against him with a groan.

“So fucking sexy,” he said while brushing her hair off her damp scalp.

“Oh, I’m burning up.”

“Want some ice?”

She nodded and said, “Uh huh.  My cup should be out by my chair.  Please?”

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded once more, and he slipped out from behind her.  When he pushed back the tent flap, her eyes rolled up in her head from the sight of his naked body in the lantern light from outside.

Darkness descended again when the flap closed behind him, but only briefly.  Light filled the tent again when he returned, cup in hand.  He dipped it into the cooler and brought it to her.

She drank first, the ice-cold water far more of a balm to her parched throat than the wine had been.  Then she pulled out an ice cube and placed it against her forehead.  The initial touch was a shock, but after that, it felt oh so good.

Will reached into the glass, retrieved a cube of his own, and then placed it against the back of her neck.  She shivered as it glided over her hot skin.  He drew it around the side of her neck, and then to the front, the water from its melting dripping down onto her breasts.

It was as if she’d suddenly been transported into some romantic movie.  In sharp contrast to his animal passion, he slowly rubbed the ice over her neck, chest, and then down to her breasts.  Her nipples stiffened as the coolness touched them, and a far different heat swelled within her.

The cube melted away, and he leaned in for a kiss.

His kiss was different, too.  She could still taste herself on his lips, but he kissed her softly, his tongue tickling her, and then slipping over her tongue when it joined his.  He took the cup from her hand, put an arm behind her back, and then leaned forward, lowering her to the mattress.

His next kiss was more ardent, their tongues wrangling.  When their lips parted, he moved to her neck.  Janet’s hand explored his back as he kissed her neck, then behind her ear, then on her jawline.  He moved down to her chest, and then kissed each of her shoulders in turn.  She drew in a slow, deep breath as he hovered above her breast.

A growl rumbled in his throat as he took her nipple between his lips.  Her fingers curled into claws, raking along his back, leaving behind faint red lines from their passing.  He sucked hard, but teased the stiff point with his tongue rather than using his teeth.

He switched to her other nipple, but only briefly.  He sucked it hard, and lifted his head, letting it pop out of his lips, causing her breast to jiggle.  He looked up into her eyes as he kissed his way down her body, the smolder in his eyes growing more intense with each kiss.  She tensed, steeling herself for what was to come when he pushed her legs apart.

He maintained eye contact, snaked out his tongue, and gave her clit a lick that made her gasp.  A few swirls of his tongue over her labia and hood followed, and still he kept his gaze on her.  He moved in, sucked her hood and clit between his lips, and she shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds, until he released her button.

His eyes were hard and full of fire when hers opened once more.  The beginning a wicked smile touched his face before he looked down and shoved his tongue in her pussy.

Janet’s back arched, and she squeezed her right breast as his tongue swirled at the entrance of her canal.  He licked back up the parting of her nether lips, and she felt his thumb lift her hood.

She cried out when his tongue washed over her naked clit.

Three more swipes over her undefended button set her to squirming.  He let her hood slide back over her clit, lapping and sucking at her folds.  He shifted position as he licked, and she felt the tips of his fingers a fraction of a second before they pushed inside her.

“Oh.  Oh!” she whimpered when two fingers slid into her depths, stroking in and out.  His tongue continued to wash over her, pressing harder, and stroking her clit with almost every lick.  Though he was eating her enthusiastically, it wasn’t the same raw, animal assault he’d subjected her to the first time.  Unsure whether she could have withstood that again, she counted her blessings.

“Pussy tastes so good,” he growled, his fingers still pumping in and out of her.

“Oh yes,” she breathed.  Her other hand joined the first, squeezing her other breast.  She rubbed her nipples – still slick with his saliva – and let out a moan.

For a second, he licked and sucked her with the same vigor as he had the first time, causing her hips to twitch in a rapid quake.

Hot breath kissing her folds, he said, “Going to make it come again.”  His stiff tongue flicked her clit several times.  “Want me to make that pussy come again?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come.”

“Make that pussy come?”

“Make my pussy come!” she exclaimed in a yelp as he sucked her clit hard.

Janet pinched her nipples, slowly losing control of her body once more.  He licked.  He sucked.  He shook his head back and forth with her labia caught tightly between his lips.  His fingers pumped in and out of her, making squishy sounds.

Though she was climbing the mountain toward another orgasm, there was something else building as well.  She felt a yearning void, deep inside her – too deep for his fingers to reach.  The sensation grew more insistent, outpacing her rising pleasure, until she could bear it no more.

In a rush of high-pitched words, she cried, “I need you.  I need you inside me.”

Will growled, and sucked her clit between his lips one last time.  He shook his head back and forth, worrying it like a dog with a chew toy, and then let it go with a slurp.  He planted his hands beneath him, and rose up to his knees.

A moment of panic ripped through her as he took his cock in hand.  It had been so long since she’d been with anyone, and far longer since she’d tried to take a cock so big.  In those few seconds it looked gargantuan – monstrous.  She wanted it and feared it in equal measure as he moved in.  The needy void within her screamed for it, now completely devoid of stimulation from his tongue and fingers.

“Oh.  Oh.  Oh god,” she whimpered as the big head pressed against her folds.  He wriggled it between them, rubbing it up and down, coating it in her wetness.  Then it pushed against the entrance of her canal.

Janet let out a sharp, short groan when it popped inside her.

“Fuck yeah.  So fucking tight,” he said as he pulled back and thrust again.

She cried, “Easy.  Easy.  Fuck!  So big.”

He growled, but his next thrust was slower – more measured.  It still sank a little deeper inside her, though.

Janet found herself groaning every time his cock penetrated her.  She lifted her head, but couldn’t really see over her breasts.  When she propped up on her elbows, her mouth dropped open.  Barely half of his length was inside her.  She was stretched tight around his girth, and didn’t know how she could possibly take any more.

On his next thrust, he paused with his thick cock buried inside her, leaned forward, and grasped her right wrist.  He pulled her hand down, between her legs, and she pressed her fingers over her hood.

Janet rubbed her clit in circles with four fingers, rolling it beneath its protective sheath.  Though he kept up the slow pace, his bearing and his growls suggested it was taking a great deal of willpower not to stab into her.

“Yeah, that pussy feels good,” he said, opening her up a little more with his next thrust.

She couldn’t manage more than a whimper in response.

“You want more?”  His cock dived into her depths, and then retreated.  “You know you do,” he said as his hard young cock stretched her out again.

Her voice wavering, she cried, “Yes.”

The curly hairs on his balls tickled her on the next stroke.  “You want it all.”  Three times more the hairs tickled her, and then his balls brushed her skin on the following thrust.  “Want me to stretch that pussy out.”  On the next stroke, his balls tapped against her.  “You know you want it all.”

Feeling as if he was going to split her in half, her inner voice screamed, No!  Yet at the same time, she was so wonderfully, terribly full.  The aching void in her was almost sated.

Almost.

Her lips cried, “Yes!”   Her fingers circled faster over her clit.

Tap.  Tap.  Tap.  His balls beat a slow tattoo against her.  Janet jerked and cried out, feeling him push ever deeper.  Then his balls squished against her, and a satisfied groan escaped him.

All of it!  So deep!  All inside me! she silently screamed, because her throat was too tight to let even a squeak escape.

A ragged gasp drew air into her lungs when he pulled back, and then escaped in a shriek when he shoved his cock in her to the hilt once more.  His next thrust was faster, making her cry out again.  She rubbed her clit furiously, trying to keep up.  He slowly built speed, and then power.  Her breasts began to quiver – then bounce.  She slipped an arm beneath them, to dull the uncomfortable jostling.  It felt as if he was poking into her belly.

William gripped her thighs, and grunted with exertion.  Slowly, but surely, she acclimated to the thick invader.  Her pleasure began to rise again, having ebbed, and then stalled from the shock of his big cock reaching depths that hadn’t felt the touch of anything in years.  Mindless of the neighboring tents, which weren’t that far away, she voiced her soaring pleasure in ever-louder screams.

“You going to come for me?” Will grunted.

There was nothing of words in her scream as she neared the cusp.

His voice strained, he said, “Do it.  Come for me.”

As if waiting for permission, her orgasm took her at that very moment with the force of a lightning bolt.

She could feel herself screaming, but couldn’t hear it.  Her vision swam.  Jolts of orgasmic energy raced from her head to the tip of her curled toes, crashed back into her pussy, and then shot to her extremities once more.  William kept pounding her, growling like an animal, and her orgasm refused to let her go.

Janet squealed when the world crashed back in on her.  Will had jerked his cock out of her, shocking her out of the fog of beautiful agony.  Her climax swelled once more, but not before he dropped hard on his knees next to her, and pressed his pussy-slick cock against her lips.

Defying all common sense, and her body slipping from her control again, she parted her lips and took the bulbous tip in.  She barely managed to suck it before it erupted.

Will’s breath exploded from him with his cum.  The first burst hit her at the same time as a wave of renewed orgasm.  The thick cream hit the back of her tongue, and her cheeks puffed out when her stomach rebelled.  Somehow, she locked her lips around him again, allowing only a dribble to run down her chin.

She sucked the pulsing head, swallowing his hot cum, though her body was twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm.  A wet pop sounded when he jerked his sensitive cock from between her lips.  A final weak squirt decorated her upper lip as he lurched away.

He lay down hard next to her, bouncing her upward for a fraction of a second when his weight shoved the air in the mattress toward her.  He grunted between gasps for breath, and his cock still bounced – though it was slowly lying down.  Janet continued to twitch and shiver from the remnants of her climax.  She felt slight twinges of pain from her gaped and abused pussy, but it couldn’t long stand against the warm afterglow that was seeping into her every pore.

She recovered before he did, and rolled onto her side to marvel at the virile young man still breathing hard beside her.  They were both drenched in sweat.  Save for the head, his nearly soft cock was coated in her juices.  A thicker ring near the root marked where her pussy lips had kissed it on each thrust.

Her face warmed as memories of him playing with her son in the back yard or sleeping over intruded on the moment.  But, he wasn’t a boy any longer.  He was a man.  He’d proved that beyond any shadow of a doubt.

Oh-so well.

William’s head turned toward her, and in a weary voice, he said, “Holy shit.”

“Mmm hmm,” she moaned in response, and then found herself giggling.

He chuckled back, and for a few seconds, they were caught up in uncontrolled mirth.  They both sighed simultaneously, and then lay gazing into each other’s eyes.  She knew it was a bad idea, as nothing more could really come of it, but she couldn’t resist.

She scooted a little closer and asked, “Hold me?”

Will raised his arm above his head, allowing her to scoot in and lay hers on his broad chest.  He then slipped his arm around her, and stroked her butt.  They lay together, listening to the sounds of the night for a while, and then a thought occurred to her.

“Did you know I was here?”

“Huh?”

“Did you know I come here?  Is that why you came?”

He shook his head.  “Nah.  I heard about the poker tournament, and how big the pot always was.  Figured it was worth a shot for twenty bucks, even if I had to get naked for it.”

“Oh.  Okay,” she said, a little disappointed that he hadn’t come here specifically for her.

“I did catch a glimpse of you peeking out of the tent when I first got here, though.  I assumed it was just my imagination – or wishful thinking.  Couldn’t resist coming by to try to make sure, though.  Glad I did.”

That made her smile.  “Me too.”

“Thought about coming over right then, but that lady with the big tits had me spooked.  She was coming on pretty strong.”

Janet chuckled.  “She does that.  So, you weren’t interested?”

“Well...”  He shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I might have.  She’s a distant second to a chance to fuck you, though.”

“Very good answer.”

“Fuck, you felt so good.  Made me come hard.”

She shivered.  “You were so deep.”

“And the way you come...”  He let out a barking growl, which set them both to laughing.

“It felt like you were going to split me in half.  But, oh my.”

“Ultimate MILF,” he said, his hand on her butt beginning to drift into the crease.

“I just wish I’d had enough of my wits to tell you to come inside me.”

His hand froze for a moment and he said, “Huh?  Really?”

“Oh, god yes.  My tubes are tied, and I love the way it feels when a man explodes inside me.”

“Oh fuck,” he growled, and squeezed her ass hard.

Feeling something, she shifted her legs, and saw his cock twitch.  She lifted up from his chest and asked, “Are you already getting hard again?”

“A little,” he answered.  “Bet you could help me along.”

Janet bit her lower lip as she thought about it.  She would likely be walking funny for a couple of days.  It really wasn’t a good idea.  Yet, her pussy was tingling from a fresh trickle of wetness, and her nipples were growing stiff.  Along with that came a renewal of the aching need inside her.  When she thought about him filling her full of cum, it intensified.

She reached down and brushed her fingertip over his cock.  It almost immediately straightened a little more.  She let her fingers glide over his cock, and looked up at him.

“Have you ever come inside a woman before?”

“Only once, and it was an accident when the condom broke.”

“So, I would be the first.”

“Holy fuck,” he growled, his cock swelling beneath her fingers.

She gasped and said, “I want it.  I want to feel that big cock explode inside me.  I want you to fill me full of cum.”

It didn’t take long for him to harden enough for her to wrap her fingers around him.  She stroked his cock, and soon, he was fully erect and throbbing in her grasp.

She uncurled her fingers from around his hard organ, fixed him with a sultry stare, and then rolled over onto her side.  She bent one knee, parting her legs, and said, “Come here and give me that big cock.”

He was quick to scoot in behind her, but clearly unfamiliar with the position.  A few whispered words and her guiding hands soon settled him in against her, with the tip of his erection touching her folds.  She reached down, and guided it between them.

Twin groans broke the silence as his cock sank into her hot embrace.

It took a little more wriggling for him to find the right angle to thrust into her, but they managed it quickly.  Janet went to work on her clit, while he reached around her and filled both hands with her breasts.  That gave him further purchase, and let him thrust deeper.

Janet moaned in bliss.  It was perfect.  He was deep, but not too deep.  Stretching her out.  Filling her full.  His muscled body undulated against her, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck.

“Oh my god.  I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”

He grunted, “Oh yeah.”

“Do it.  Fuck me and fill me up.”

“I want you to come too.”

Hearing that made her whimper.  “I’m going to.  You feel so good.”

Apparently growing more confident in the position, Will kicked up the speed and power of his thrusts.  She increased the pace of her fingers to match him, magnifying the chilly sparks already shooting through her clit.  They climbed together, their skin growing slick with sweat – especially where they touched.

Will’s grunts and growls of effort grew louder – more frequent.  Knowing he was getting close served to make her pleasure spike.  Her fingers blurred over her clit.

“Oh shit.  Come for me,” he grunted.

Her response was a loud, whimpered, “So c-c-close!”

“Can’t...  Fuck!  Too good.  Fuck!”

His hips lost their rhythm, and she could feel his muscles tensing.  She cried, “Going to come.  Just do it.  Want your cum d-deep inside m-me.  Fill my pussy u-u-u-up!”  The last word turned into a squeal.

William let out a long, growling, inarticulate sound that lasted for several fast thrusts, and then his breath blasted from him in a cut-off roar.  He squeezed her tits hard, jammed his cock into her, and unleashed a jet of cum into her depths.

“I can feel it!  Yes!” she screamed as he throbbed and pulsed inside her.  The sensation pushed her over the edge as well.  “Oh!  Yes!  Coming!”

His hips bucked sporadically – uncontrollably – as he emptied every drop of cum he had left into her climaxing pussy.  Held tight in his grasp, Janet writhed and twitched through her orgasm as well.  Finally, they both went limp.

Janet moaned in blissful contentment as she lay full of his cock and his cum.

****

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Will, lying next to her, his muscular body exposed from the waist up.  In a way, he was exposed below as well.  She shivered as she beheld his morning erection tenting the sheet.

She carefully slipped off the mattress, watching him to make sure she wasn’t disturbing him.  Unfortunately, she forgot the pile of bathroom wipes next to the bed, which she’d used to clean them up with before drifting off to sleep.  She winced when she stuck her knee directly into the clammy, slimy things.

One more wipe remedied the results of that mishap.  She crept to the tent door, and then darted out, so as not to let the light from outside awaken him.

The sun was bright.  The breeze had just a touch of nighttime chill remaining to it, and was filled with birdsong.  Though it usually took at least two cups of coffee for her to begin to function in the morning, she felt giddy and oh-so alive.  A silly urge to do a pirouette to greet the morning washed over her, but she resisted.

She was sore, but not nearly so much as she had expected, after having such a big cock buried inside her twice in one evening.  Her bag was dew soaked, after sitting outside, forgotten overnight.  She opened it up, found her phone, and saw she had messages from Mary.

The first read.  “Just dropped by after having some fun.  What’s that I hear in your tent?  You go, girl!”

The next had been sent about twenty minutes later.  “Still?  Got to love young cock.”

The third message was an hour later.  “Turned off the lantern and blew out the candle.  Guess you had other things on your mind. #soproud.”

Another message arrived while she was reading the others.  “Up yet?” it asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“What about him?”

Feeling deliciously naughty, she replied, “Depends on what you mean by up.”

Mary’s next message said, “Slut.  See you when I see you.  If that’s tomorrow evening when we leave, it’s all good.”

Janet heard the sound of the tent flap, and turned to see Will standing in the entrance, his morning erection bobbing.  She quickly lifted her phone, and snapped a picture.  It would go out to Mary when she had time.

As she sauntered toward the rock-hard hunk in her tent, she knew that was going to be a while, and that Nude Day had just shot to the top of her list of favorite holidays.