From youll@never.know Tue Oct 07 23:14:14 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Camping From: youll@never.know (Charles McKinney) Date: Wed, 08 Oct 1997 03:14:14 GMT -------- The usual warnings apply. Don't read this if you're under 18 (or 21, or whatever your state calls a legal age) and don't complain if this warps you forever. It's just fiction, so relax, read, and enjoy. Camping ------- I awoke to the glare of headlights and the sound of engines. At first I thought I must have been dreaming. It was very late in the campground, and there alone in my tent I had been sleeping deeply and dreaming about a girl I'd seen earlier in the day -- a girl who had captured my attention so completely that she'd stayed there in my mind even when I slept. The public campground had only three sources of water, three little faucets on wooden posts with circles of rocks at the base to catch the puddles. I first saw her at the one closest to my campsite, washing out a sierra cup which shined painfully in the noonday sun. She had to be about fifteen or so, with a clean, innocent, slightly chubby face framed by wispy, honey-blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Her body was on the verge of womanhood - her longish legs were firm and shapely, but her knees still seemed a tad big; her waist was slim and her buttocks firm in her dolphin shorts, but there was a subtle awkwardness in the way she bent to wash the cup; her breasts were nicely shaped and she carried them firm and high, but they were no larger than two coffee cups, and she still wore no bra. But some girls, even before they are in full bloom, exude an air of sexuality, and this girl was the strongest example I'd seen. It was clear how unaware of this she was - she caught me staring at her and her cheeks turned pink as she giggled self-consciously and looked away. She did not know what she was responding to, which made her all the more desirable. And she was so lovely. I had to chide myself as she walked back to her site - here I was almost thirty, lusting after a girl who was half my age and certain jailbait. Oh well, I thought, a guy can dream. No harm in that. But my mind would not relent, and I knew I was becoming obsessed with her. I kept thinking about Nabokov's Lolita, and that song by The Police "Don't Stand So Close To Me." All the men who'd lusted after young women. When I dreamed, she was there, peeling away her clothes and smiling that blushing smile at me; kneeling before me, her eyes big and innocent, asking me what she should do; her downy pubic mound, and the soft, small treasure between her legs. I kept waking up with a painful erection, and had to masturbate just to get back to sleep. They those lights and the loud sounds of engines had awakened me. Some idiot was pulling out of the grounds at - I checked my watch -- one thirty in the morning. I'd been dreaming about her again, of course, and I was hard. I stuck my head out of the tent and watched the big Winnebago next door pull away, the fumes of the diesel spoiling the sweet, clear air of the mountain campground. As the big rig slid out of its stall and onto the road, I gained a clear view of the campsite two spaces down; her campsite. I had noticed during the day that she was sleeping in a small yellow dome tent about 10 feet away from a larger canvass tent that housed two adult women - probably her aunts or something. Tonight her tent was lit from within, by a flashlight or a candle lantern, and I could make out her silhouette as she sat there reading a magazine. Her shadow was so appealing - the softness of her hair was evident by the wisps that had escaped her ponytail and now drifted lazily around her cheeks. As she shifted position I could tell that she was topless. Her small breasts shown in perfect clarity, like a silhouette cut in black velvet, and her nipples were standing erect in the cool night air. I had to approach her tent, to get a closer look at that beautiful shadow. Quietly, carefully, I slipped out the door of my tent and tiptoed across the empty campsite just vacated by the fool with the motorhome, and sat down on a large rock that was perhaps 15 feet from her tent. I sat in silence and watched her turn the pages, listening to the rustle of the paper and watching the outline of her face and breasts as she read. Occasionally she would stop and stretch, arching her back and throwing her chest forward. I could not help but stroke my cock through the thin material of my robe. After a while she began to read aloud, but in the softest voice imaginable. I could tell that she was speaking only because I could see her lips moving in silhouette. She was sitting Indian-style, and when her right hand disappeared into her lap and her body started to move slightly, I could just convince myself that she was masturbating. I had to get closer. With the greatest caution, my heart racing, I gingerly stepped over the twigs and sharp rocks and finally stood inches from her tent. I knelt down, my knees creaking so loudly that I thought she must have heard, but she went on with her whispering. Now I could hear her. She was reading from the "letters" section of some adult magazine, perhaps Penthouse. The letter was about some guy named Stu and his teacher -- Stu had stayed after school to help her inventory the supply room that was adjacent to the classroom, and in the letter, written by the teacher, she described how she ended up sucking his young cock while he stood at the work table, holding desperately onto the tabletop pencil sharpener. After the blowjob, she sucked him hard again and drew him down to the floor, where they fucked "like wild animals in the chalk dust and tiny bits of construction paper." My young friend was getting hot, her breath coming in faster and shorter gasps as she haltingly read the end of the story and her hand moved faster and faster in her lap. Finally, she set down the magazine and lay on her back. Her shadow was somewhat obscured my the topography of her sleeping bag, but I could tell she was stroking her tits with one hand, and the squishing sounds and tell-tale smell of cunt made little doubt as to what she was doing with the other. I was stroking my cock furiously, of course, or as furiously as I could without alerting her to my presence (or worse, alerting her aunts). Her breath changed to a whimper, and I could tell she was lifting her hips off the ground in a circular motion as she fingered herself. The circles got faster and smaller until she uttered a little "Uh!" and then froze, her hips high off the ground, while she came. This was too much for me, and I spurted, the first long stream hitting the side of her tent. Had she not been in the throes of her own orgasm, I am sure she would have heard the sound of my come splatting against the thin nylon. I continued coming for almost a minute, the sperm gushing onto the ground near her tent, and I think I nearly passed out, little lights twinkling in the periphery of my vision. Once I regained my senses I noticed how silent she had become. Her breathing was slow and soft and she was casually rubbing her chest, perhaps with the strands of her hair. Finally, she uttered a little "Umm" and sat up, grabbing some kind of robe and throwing in around her shoulders. Suddenly I realized that she was about to leave her little tent - women always seem to have to pee after they come, and she was probably about to head off to the restrooms. I quickly tiptoed around to the backside of her tent (there was no time to get farther away) and had to suppress a yell as I stepped barefoot on several small pinecones. I watched her emerge from her tent and head off to the cinderblock building that housed the restrooms, peering around her dome tent from behind. She was wearing a shortie robe, pink and embroidered on the back with some sort of oriental character. As she approached the building the light from her flashlight reflected off the white cinderblock and I could see her little ass through the silky robe. Quite a night for silhouettes, I thought, and felt my prick begin to stir again. Without thinking I stepped around to the door of her tent and leaned my head and upper body inside. The magazine was sitting open near her pillow - I could tell it was indeed a Penthouse. The tent was strong with the smell of her sex, a heady, youthful smell, reminding me of frantic nights in the backseat of my dad's Volvo, and the wonders of early sexual exploration. I did not have long to reminisce, though, so I quickly stepped out. I noticed that some daisies were growing wild near the little signpost that marked her campsite, so I picked three and went back to her tent. I placed them on the open magazine, arranged carefully so that she would know they had been placed there intentionally, then slipped back to the large rock and hid behind it. She was gone several more minutes and I began to wonder if she was getting off again, in the bathroom, and was thinking about strolling over to listen when she emerged from the dark doorway. She crossed to the tent and went in, and I had to smile to myself when I heard her gasp. Her head popped out the tent door and she looked quickly around the campsite, her eyes peering but not seeing, and I had to suppress a laugh at the look on her face. She was terrified at the thought of being caught doing what she had done - but she was also slyly curious. After she drew her head back, I waited a few minutes then went quietly back to my tent. That night my dreams were full of her - and more sexually bold than ever. I dreamed of her legs spread wide, my cock slipping in and out of her tiny pussy, her eyes begging me to fuck her harder; of her mouth filled with my cock, her little hands stroking my scrotum as she sucked me. In the morning I found that I'd had my first wet dream since junior high. I dared think, with the evidence of her sexual experimentation, that my dreams might come true. I fantasized, but it also scared me. A fifteen year old girl... The next day I awoke early, with the sunrise, and sat in my tent, peering through the mosquito-net window, waiting for her to come out of her tent. She emerged about an hour later, lovely in her dolphin shorts and bikini top, and I watched her for another hour as she puttered around the campsite with her aunts, making breakfast and washing up. I felt a little strange spying on her like that -- my thoughts kept returning to the night before and my subsequent dreams. But I could not help myself - her skin was so smooth and so perfect, the hollow of her back so fine and firm; I knew I was obsessed. After breakfast (I had eaten a peanut butter sandwich in my tent) she waved to her aunts and headed down the trail to the river, a towel abound her neck. I assumed she was going down to swim, and though I knew I shouldn't take things any farther, I followed her. I stayed back far enough so that if she looked around I would not be suspicious to her. I was wearing a pair of tan safari shorts and a light brown golf shirt, so I looked like a typical hiker out for a jaunt. She followed the trail down to the river, then followed the river upstream for what seemed like at least two miles. I could not understand why she was going so far; the trail had ended, making the going rough, and she had passed plenty of pools suitable for swimming and sandbars large enough and comfotable enough to sunbathe on. She looked even more childlike, in a way, clambering over those rocks so playfully, as if she could not imagine slipping and falling. As a thirty-year-old with my share of negative life experiences I found it difficult to keep up her pace without giving myself away. Finally she dissapeared around a sharp bend in the river and I peered around a large tree that was growing close to the banks. We had come to what was obviously her private place. There was a circle of lush grass that grew almost to the edge of the water, sheltered on three sides my huge rocks and dense trees. The grassy area was about 10 feet across, and seemed fairly flat. We had come far enough upriver from the trail end that she could be pretty sure of her privacy (or so she thought!) and I had a hopefull feeling about what she had come here for. Sure enough. She spread her towel on the grass, plopped down on her little butt and reached around to undo her top. I smiled warmly to myself as her perky breasts popped out of that bikini. They were so firm and perfect, and her nipples were a charming shade of baby pink. But my smile quickly turned to an "o" when she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her dolphin shorts. Time seemed to dialate. I watched her in agonizing slowness as she slipped her shorts off, drawing her knees up, then rolled over on her tummy and began to sunbathe. Though she certainly did not know I was there, her moves had perfectly hidden her pussy from my eyes. I became almost frantic - I so wanted to see if my fantasies about her little pubis were close at all to the truth. I knew she'd eventually turn over, and that I only had to be patient, but I could not keep myself from jockeying for a better viewpoint. My foot slipped, and a fist-sized rock rolled down the slope and into the river. She gasped, turned, and pulled the towel over her body. In slipping down the slope a few feet I had completely left my tree, and once I gained my footing again and looked up, we were staring into each other's eyes. "This is a private spot!" she said, trying to sound indignant, but the quaver in her voice belied how scared she was. Until I had heard that sound, I was pretty scared myself. But realizing how vulnerable she was, how scared, combined with my knowledge of her actions on the previous night, gave me back my confidence. I strolled casually into the clearing while she gathered her towel around her and tried to back away while on her knees. "Not really," I said, smiling, "since this is a public river. But I can see you're looking for some solitude. Looks like a nice place to get a tan." I sat down on my haunches, plucked out a strand of grass to chew on, and stared into her eyes, my smile never wavering. "Um, I uh," she began, nervous as ever, then a look of recognition came into her eyes. "Hey! You're the guy two spaces over, huh? You're camped on loop 3 where we are." "Um hmm," I said, my smile broadening, "and you're the little girl in the yellow dome tent." "I am not a little girl," she said, as I thought she might. "Excuse me - young woman, then. You're staying with two older women." "Look, I'd like to get dressed..." "I wonder if they know you come out here to sunbathe in the nude. I wonder what they'd think about that." "They wouldn't mind at all. They don't care what I do," she said, voice haughty, but I knew she was lying and she knew I knew. "Maybe I'll bring it up with them when I get back." I kept smiling, but narrowed my eyes. She looked back with real fear - not of me, but of getting caught by her elders, which always seems to be the biggest fear kids face. "Oh, no, please don't tell them," she said, real pleading in her voice. "In fact," I went on, "I suppose we could talk about a lot of things. Like adult magazines and little girls alone in tents. Hmmmm?" A look of horror passed over her face. "How!? How do you...." Then all of a sudden she remembered. "The daiseys! You left them, didn't you?" "Um hmmm," I said, smiling again. "Right after you finished your little adventure with Stu and the teacher. While you were in the bathroom." She blushed a very bright shade of red and buried her face in her towel. She was saying something, but I could not make it out. I told her I could not understand what she was saying, and she lifted her face, streaming with tears and flushed bright red, and said "Oh, you're going to tell them. God, I'm so embarassed. You're going to tell them." I cleared my throat and stood. She stopped crying for a moment and looked at me. "Maybe not," I said. A moment passed and our eyes were locked. She knew I wanted something, and she had a pretty good idea what it was, but there was a real uncertainly in her eyes, an awkwardness and an excited fear that only virgins feel when the idea of sex arises in the mind. "What... what do you want?" "Oh, I don't know. First of all I think I'll let you get back to your sunbathing." But I made no move to leave. "With you here?" "With me here." She hesitated, then threw herself forward on the towel, clamping her knees and buns together. I almost laughed out loud - it was such a kid thing to do. `Here, I did it, OK?' she seemed to be saying, and like all kids she tried to get away on a technicality. `I'm sunbathing, see? Now don't tell...' "You know, you've got to vary your position or you'll get an uneven tan," I said, thoroughly enjoying myself. "That's how you were when I arrived here - don't you think you'd better give the other side equal time?" She whimpered a little, then raised her face. "Then you'll go away?" "We'll see. No promises." Her breath quickened and I swear I could almost hear her heart beating. Her shoulders shivered and she turned over, her left hand covering her pussy and her right crossed over her breasts. I arched my eyebrows at her, and she left her hands drop. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she lay there, and I took in her loveliness. Her pussy was almost hairless, except for a tiny, wispy blond triangle that pointed down to her cunt. Her breasts flattened almost not at all as she lay back, but actually seemed to jut out even more. Her tummy was flat and smooth, her navel a perfectly oval "innie", and her thighs, clamped together as they were, were muscular and tight. I knelt beside her and reached out to stroke her stomach. She flinched and her breath hitched as I touched her, but the gentleness kept her from leaping away. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice a whisper. "What's going to happen?" "What do you want to happen?" I asked. My cock was like a flagpole, and it's tip had protruded out the right leg of my shorts. Her eyes met mine, but kept dodging back to that spot. "Nothing," she said, "I just want to go back. Please." She put her hand on mine, as if to stop the stroking. But she pressed it tight. "Do you? Remember last night. I was just outside your tent. What were you thinking about when you touched yourself?" "I wasn't touching anything.... I didn't do...." "Don't lie. I was there. I saw your shadow against the tent wall." She blushed again and tried to look angry, "That was private, I..." "What were you thinking about? What do you keep looking at my leg for?" "I'm not...." her voice drifted off, and now she could not help but stare at the tip of my cock as it winked at her from the leg of my shorts, her eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. "Well, I said, after a moment, "I guess since I've had a look at you it's only fair you should have a look at me... She said nothing, but swallowed and continued staring at my crotch. I undid my shorts and pulled out my hard dick and she again bit her lip as she stared wide-eyed at it. "It this the first one you've seen?" She nodded, and her breathing quickened again. "I swiped some Penthouses from my uncle, but they only show women's... you know. Gee, it's so... so big." I took her little hand, and placed it on my cock. She gasped, and so did I, which I think scared her a bit. Her touch was electric, so warm and so soft. Her small hand carried the strong fact of her youth right to my penis. My heart was pounding. "It's so hot," she said, "I never thought it would be so hot. Does it hurt when it's hard like this?" "Not at all," I said, somehow keeping my voice even. "In fact, it feels nice. Like what you were doing last night." I reached down with my left hand and cupped her pussy. I had not noticed, but at some point her legs had unclamped, and even spread a little. She breathed in a few quick, short breaths, and closed her eyes as her grip on my dick tighened wonderfully. "Stroke it," I said, as I began to finger her little slit. She was only slightly wet at first, but after a few moments of my fingering her pussy while she stroked and stared at my raging hard on, she was soaked and dripping on the towel. "What do I do?" she asked, her big eyes staring at me, just as I had dreamed it. "In the stories the girl sometimes takes it into her mouth. Do you want me to?" She suprised my then by kissing the tip, and a bit of my pre-come beaded on her lower lip as she drew away again. Her smile was so sweet, then, with my clear fluid on her lips. I nodded. "Slowly, and use your tongue a lot. Be carefull not to scrape with your teeth. Use your lips to cover your teeth." Her first attempt was suprisingly good. Perhaps it was the mere sight of this little beauty opening her mouth and sucking in my cock, her lips stretched sensually wide to accomondate me, her eyes wide and nervous, but something was almost magical about that moment. I have always remembered it, that instant when my dick first entered her little mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet as my cock slid in, but her tongue was on the side, not against the glans, so when I pulled in back out I said "see that little bump on the underside?" She nodded. "Okay, that's like this part on you, " I said, a gave her clit a flick with my middle finger. She moaned and giggled a little. "So, that's where you should swirl your tongue as my cock goes in and out." "I can't believe this is happening," she said, almost to herself, then took my cock back into her mouth and began to slide it in and out, about a third of the way deep, while she rubbed the tip of her tongue on the glans. "Don't use the tip of your tongue, use the whole thing, like sucking a Popsicle," I said, my voice breathy. I was still stroking her pussy, but her attention was focued on my cock and I wanted it to stay that way, so I kept my fingering light. She immediately changed the position of her tongue so that the upper surface was rubbing my glans directly, side to side, as my cock pumped in and out of her mouth. I took her left hand and placed it on my balls, completing the dream, and she instinctively began to stroke them lightly as she sucked. I could feel that I was going to come soon, so I said, "OK, now I'm going to come, so get ready. When I say `now', take my cock as deep as you can and swallow." I placed my hand on the back of her head, buried in her soft blonde hair, and gently increased the rhythm of her sucking. She "Ummmed" something to me, the vibrations insanely fantastic, and I began to come. "Now," I said, and she leaned forward, taking my cock just a little more than halfway in. Far enough. My come began to pour into her little mouth, and she gagged on the third spurt and the come stared leaking out of the corners of her mouth. She pulled my dick from her mouth, coughed a little, and a spurt hit her on the cheek. Lustily she look my cock back in and began bobbing and swirling as the last streams erupted into her throat. My head was spinning and my legs weak as she sucked the last drops from my deflating cock. A little of the come that had leaked from her mouth was on the tops of my thighs, and she laid down to lick it off, her eyes filled with young lust. She reached up to stroke my cock again, but I gently pushed her back down onto the blanket, stroking her breasts, and said "your turn." She looked a little nervous -- perhaps she thought I was going to fuck her, but my cock was completely spent, and I was in no mood to rush anyway. She smiled strangely when she realized that my head, not my groin, was moving down to her pussy. I think she, like many girls, was a little embarrassed by her cunt, by the way it looked. She needn't have been. Never before or since had I seen such a perfect little pussy. Her labia were small and puffy and slightly parted, and the hood of her clit was just barely visible at the upper juncture of her nether lips. Though she had some wispy blond hair up on her pubic mound, there was nothing but baby-smooth skin between her legs, and I swear it was pure heaven as I sank my tongue into her. Her response was immediate. She began making mewling, grunting sounds as soon as my lips found her clit, and I nibbled it relentlessly while intermittenty plunging my tongue into her cunt. Young girls usually take a long time to come the first few times, mostly due to nervous tension and uncertainly. She was no exception, but I had the patience and experience on my side. It took about twenty minutes, but I brought her to climax, her hips firm and shaking, her eyes closed tightly, tears leaking out the corners, her voice a high cry of pleasure. When her orgasm was over, I kissed my way up her tummy, sucked both her nipples for a few minutes while she sighed and stroked my hair, then drew up to her face and gave her a long kiss. We lay for a few moments, relaxing, then I said "What's you name, by the way?" "Cindy Matthews," she said, as though she was standing in class to give a report. "I'm Arthur Deitz," I said, mimicking her style of formality, mostly for fun but also to keep her at her ease. We lay like that for a while, the shadows of the trees dappling the sunlight on our bodies. It was a warm day, but we had shade and a breeze, and the sound of the river nearby. I felt young, in a way that I had not felt even when I was young. After a time I felt her begin to tense, and I knew she was thinking of something, and trying to decide how to say it. I must say she picked a rather awkward phrasing when she said: "Um. Mr. Deitz? Would you like to do it? Um, fuck me, I mean?" I had to laugh a little at the "Mr. Deitz" - I never thought I'd be invited to fuck someone that way, as "Mr." But there was no doubt that I wanted her. My cock was firm again in an instant, just at the thought of penetrating her warm young cunt. Her face was flushed with nervous excitement, afraid that I'd say no, afraid that I'd say yes. "Certainly, Miss Matthews," I said, smiling. "I would love to fuck you." She pressed her face against my neck and her breathing became almost as rapid as her heartbeat, pounding into my chest through her breasts. "But first I think a little soixant-neuf..." "A what?" She looked up, her face pink, her eyes a little wild. "69. You suck me, I suck you, at the same time." "Oh 69!" She grinned. "They talk about that in the letters. I get on top, right?" I grinned back, and began guiding her with my hands. She was shorter than me, so with her pussy perched before my tongue, she had to stretch a little to get her mouth over my cock. No matter, it lent something exciting, to feel her body straining to take my dick into her mouth, to feel her want it there so badly. I licked her little bud for several minutes, and occasionally let my tongue plunge the tight depths of her quim. She was undoubtedly a virgin, and I began to have my doubts as to whether she'd able to take me - but I knew it would be fun to try. She was sucking me with great enthusiasm, her head bobbing wildly, her blond hair flying. I stopped her before things went too far, then swung her around so that her pussy was positioned over my stiff cock. She had come again, and her juice was dripping into my public hair. "OK," I said, a little breathlessly, "you're as ready as you're ever going to be. Since you're so tight, I think you'd better lower yourself at your own pace, OK?" "Um... I'm a... a virgin." "Obviously. Look, just take it slow and easy, and expect a little pain. It's normal for the first time." "`Kay." She smiled nervously again, and kissed my mouth. Then, staring down at my cock, she began to try to insert it into her tiny cunt. I had to help get the head in, guiding with my hand, and that first touch was so fantastic. She was dripping wet and slippery as oil. She lowered herself about an inch, and gasped. "God. I don't know. God..." I lifted her off and set her back down again that same inch, three, four times and I could feel her body respond to that pumping, shallow as it was. "Let it happen," I whispered. "Just move with it and don't be afraid." With each downstroke her throat whined. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were closed. Her head was thrown back, and her face held an expression of complete concentration. A dozen strokes later, my cock already in ecstasy from the feeling of her sweet pussy, I reached up to stroke her breasts. Her mouth opened and she let out a little "Huss!" of pleasure, and I felt my cock slip in another inch. "Uh.... Oh my.... Jesus...." She was obviously feeling the pain, but she did not slow down the strokes. I felt her knees begin to shake, and I knew she was starting to get tired, but she was so intent on our fucking that I dared not interrupt to change our position. That extra inch had made a big difference to me too, and I was thumbing her nipples and rotating my hips. The pumping caused her pussy to create a vacuum somehow, and now my dick was being sucked in. Her cries were becoming pretty loud, and had I not been lost myself in the utter lust of the moment I might have been worried about someone hearing us. But I was as obsessed as she was now, and on every stroke I went fractionally deeper into her tight cunt. Her knees finally gave, and she dropped onto me. My cock sank to the hilt, my balls touching the crack of her ass. She screamed, then hissed in her breath, and whisper-screamed. Her head dropped violently and her forehead smashed into my chest. She started to cry. Quickly I rolled us over, so I was on top, and began pumping her slowly. The first two pumps caused her eyes to pop open, and she made a motion to push me off of her, but by the third stroke her feet had crossed behind my back and she was moving with me, her face wild, her eyes tightly shut. Our rhythm became ideal; not too fast, not too slow. I had never felt anything so wonderful as my hard cock sliding in and out of her perfect, tight, warm, young pussy. She began to murmur on each inward stroke... "Um.....fuck.....fuck.....yes.....fuck.....ohhh.....God.....fuck....." Over and over and over. She was lost in her building orgasm, and then I felt her stomach and thigh muscles twitch, then spasm, then her butt lifted off the blanket and she bagan to come. "Yessssssssssssssssssssss..... Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," she crooned and her face broke into a nose-wrinkled grin. Something about that smile made her look even younger to me - at that moment she was a little girl, coming like a woman. Her eyes opened and she stared at me with rapture as her pussy juice flowed around my cock. A few short strokes later I came as well, the sperm exploding from me like water from a breaking dam. We lay there, hot and sweaty, for about five minutes. My cock shrank, then slipped out of her. She reached down and placed her hand gently on my spent dick as I lay on my back beside her, as though she did not want to lose contact with it completely. After we'd regained our senses, she said excitedly "That was so great. That was so fantastic. If I can get away from my mom and her friend tonight, can I come to your tent?" "Sure," I said. "Will you fuck me again?" "Happy to," I said. And I looked her in the eyes. "But we'll have to be quiet, you know." Her face was angelic, her expression one of total love. I knew I'd captured her, at least for the time. "We're here for a week before we go back to L.A." she said. "If I'm real careful..." "We'll do our best. But I absolutely cannot get caught. I'm an adult. They'll send me to prison." "I promise," she said, then slid down to take my hardening cock back into her mouth again. I lay there, in that beautiful wooded glen, a gorgeous little girl sucking my cock, and realized that whatever happened, I had had the most incredible sexual experience any man can ever enjoy.