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Camping Delights (Husbands, nc) 

By Johnny and Jill (as told to Meiraj@aol.com)

Chapter 3. Jill’s diary for Friday night:

Dear Diary, last night is a night I will never forget. It was the
first night of our weekend camping trip. My husband Johnny had had
misgivings about camping -  sleeping in a tent? in a wooded area
amidst all kinds of crawling worms? He has never gone camping in his
life. But Bonny and her husband Bill helped me talk Johnnyny into
trying it at least once. So, after we had pitched our tents and taken
in the camp atmosphere, Johnnyny had loosened up a bit with some
positive enthusiasm. I was glad he was beginning to enjoy it.  Hence I
decided to reward him privately in our little tent, at night. 

So, when he came into the tent I was pretending to be asleep. No
sooner had he lied down, then I pulled my ‘tigress’ act that he
loves. I growled and jumped on him and started biting and scratching
and kissing him. Johnnyny likes this but pretends to ward off the
tigress with all kinds of mock escape movements.   But he really gets
excited and can’t help his cock getting fat and throbbing. Like a
tigress I always manage to slam my pussy aggressively around his
throbbing cock. I have my ways of making it real easy for me, like
packing my pussy with lots of K-Y as if I am packing a front wheel.
After all it is my front wheel. 

So, anyway,  last night, dear Diary, was an unforgettable night. A
minute or so after I started riding him, I felt I had perhaps
lubricated myself a bit too much, and at the same time I noticed I was
rising a bit higher and sliding down longer than normal. So I pulled
out and wiped myself a bit with his PJ. I wiped his penis. While
wiping,  I played a bit with the rod. I couldn’t help feeling the
camp had also done his cock some good. It felt like it had elongated
and slimmed a bit. The short stubby one had relaxed and become slim
and tall. Wow. He felt good. 

I gave him my tits to kiss and suck and again slipped him inside my
magic tube. Going up and down was a comfortable fit, not the usual
extra tight fit. So, I cruised slowly, then speeded up, then slowed
down, then speeded up again. His hands were exploring whatever of my
territory. He enjoyed it. His hands couldn’t seem to have enough of
my boobs and butts, while his lips responded to mine. 

I grinded and grinded.  Kissed him all over his face, whispering my
love chant ‘Oh Johnnyny, Oh Johnnyny.’  When I came, boy did I cum.
It was sheer fireworks, and he also came at the same time. I could
feel his hot lava shooting inside me. I must have moaned and moaned.
He put his finger on my lips to shoosh me. I guess he didn’t want our
friends in the next tent to hear me.  Finally with exhausted
satisfaction  I rolled down and curled into his arms. I liked his new
aftershave.  I hadn’t smelled that on him before. His body felt more
muscular, more comforting. 

Jhonny was very silent all through, responding to my whisperings only
with kisses and nudgings of his head on my face. I guess he didn’t
want Bill and Bonny to hear anything. We must have cuddled like that
for a while before I took his penis in my hand again. I like to
squeeze it, squish it, and knead it when it is small. I felt something
different about the now shrunken little guy. 

I must have dozed off for a while. Then I was awake, still in a
cuddle, my body in a close clasp to his. And he was straight on his
back.  I couldn’t help taking his matter into my hand again and play
with it. It didn’t take long for it to rise up again like an awakened
snake; again long and slim. And I was delighted.   Johnnyny is usually
a one-zee. ‘Gee, camping agrees with him,’ I thought. He had let it
out all the way;  yes, all the way which is not usual for him. 

With excitement and gladness my heart felt blossomed. ‘Gee, Johnnyny
has become a different man, may be a woody spirit has invaded his
body,’ I thought. I fantasied him as a woodycock  and wanted to enjoy
him to the fullest. I love the second round, but Johnny and I hadn’t
had second round for a long time. He likes to  ration it, stop when we
still want to go on. He has this idea that that some unreleased lava
is good for a positive tension in marriage. I can’t buy that. I think
he has heard a lot of bull shit while he was growing up. 

Anyway I went back to my thought of him as being possessed by a wild
woody spirit. The stick in my hand was in full spirit and  throbbing.
I thought ‘why not a second round?’ We wer not home but in a tent
without a care in the world. I didn’t want to regret in the morning
for not having utilized the two-zee opportunity the night had offered.
‘Yes, I will have him  strike the iron when it is hot; have  him
pound the nail that has stood up; have  him plant the poppycock.  

I snuggled up to him closer, nibbled his ear, ran my tongue around it,
reached into the crevices of his ear with the tip of my tongue,
whispered in his ear, “Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny,  do me again, fuck me,
fuuck me hard, fuuuckk me good,  I want it, Oh please Johnny.” My
fondling his ear must have given him quite a stimulation. He made
delightful moves, quite unlike any I had experienced before. The
camping had induced something deliciously alien in him. He moved his
hand ever so lightly and slooowly over my naked body. He turned me
fully on my back. I felt a light tinkling, intoxicating, his fingers
zigzagging all over my skin. Not the usual  grabbing and sqeezing  the
boobs as if they wouldn’t be there tomorrow,  not the usual  digit
that wants to go down into the cave to calculate. 

No, it was different. The fingers were dancing over my belly, my
sides, my thighs, my butt, barely touching.  I was being teased and
played with. This new play was driving me crazy. I was simmering with
passion unlike ever before. All I could think was, I want it, I want
it, I want it!!!  I was trying to pull him over me. No, he was not
ready. He started brushing my lips with his, ever so slightly, licking
my ear but barely - tiny teasing licks. 

The back of my mind was wondering why Johnny had never excited me like
this. I was also feeling guilty for such analytical thoughts when I
should be enjoying the moment fully. I could hear my heart beat
pounding with anticipatory excitement. I felt I was sizzling in sixth
heaven, and I wanted to go to the seventh heaven right away. I must
have grabbed his head and pulled his ear next to my mouth and pleaded
in whispers - yes a small part of me, a very small part of me was
conscious that we were in a little tent next to another little tent
where out friends could be eavesdropping.  

I couldn’t help pleading whisps, “Johnny, fuck me, fuck me now,
fuck, fuck, fuck; just Fuck, please, FucK, fUCk, FUCK NNOW.” But at
the same time I wanted him to keep me in sweet sensual agony. As if he
read my thoughts, he started planting kisses an inch apart, on my,
breasts, nipples, ears, cheeks, lips, nose, forehead, throat, chin,
cheeks and lips. He lovingly licked and sucked the soft underside of a
breast  while massaging the other with his palm. I was in a daze of
relaxing pleasure in anticipation of an even higher level soon. He
finally mounted me and lowered his thighs between mine, slowly
spreading me apart with his thighs. I could feel his steel rod pressed
flat against my mound, pointing towards my belly button. He rested it
there and sought my mouth with his, taking my lower lip, taking my
upper lip, taking both lips, moving down and sucking my nipples. His
iron horse moved into the opening of the tunnel and I was on my way to
seventh heaven. 

VOILA, I FELT CONNECTED TO THE WIND, TO THE FIRE, TO THE WATER, TO THE
SKY, TO THE EARTH!!! I began to feel a most delicious rocking, up and
down, up and down. Slow at first, then at medium pace, and finally at
full speed, then sudden slowing to just the right speed!  I bubbled, I
quivered, I jumped, I thumped and I thudded. Sounds escaped from me.
He put his finger on my lips.  But I couldn’t help it. When I feel
that good,  I  have to say it out loud. How can you NOT say aaahh ,
wooohh  aaammm, ooooh, hnoohn at a  Fourth of July fireworks. And this
was like the 200th anniversary fireworks.

Finally I felt contented, satiated, satisfied, fulfilled, filled to
the brim, and blissfully exhausted. I felt a new deeper attachment to
Johnny, even gratitude.  All I remember is that I was in a comfortable
cuddle when sleepdom embraced me.
---------------------------------------------- Continued in Camping
Delights  Chapter 4. Johnny’s Diary for Saturday.  By Meiraj@aol.com




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