ADULT CAMPING

ADULT CAMPING ADULT CAMPING

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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A 40th birthday party for Frances reunites her passion with an old flame.

Summary

A 40th birthday party for Frances reunites her passion with an old flame.

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Submitted: December 29, 2016

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Submitted: December 29, 2016

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ADULT CAMPING

You are invited to Frances’ 40th birthday party was on the invite. Ok but fucking camping. I’m a 42 year old father of three.
Jesus Christ 2 nights on a Yorkshire campsite was not my idea of fun. Cows shit and screaming kids at 5am no thank you.

Frances was someone who I had a fling with 20 years ago amazing tits and boy did we fuck, but… fucking camping.
“Please come” she said “Mick and Pete will be there and Lyn and Anna”. “There’s twelve of us it will be great fun, there’s a village pub and the hotel has a great bar”. “Great"I said “I’ll stay in the hotel,besides I have hay fever”.

After much persuasion we left on the Friday lunchtime and headed up to the campsite near Filey. It was glorious weather hot and balmy, and thankfully the site was adults only.
Three large tents were set up four sharing each.

I was partnered with Mick ,his missis Lyn and the star of the show Frances. We were the lucky ones, our tent had a flat pitch and was on a trailer base so we were off the ground and Frances’ cousin the farmer had saved us the hassle of erecting them.

Friday was spent get pissed,reminiscing and having a right laugh.

Saturday morning was seagulls, bacon, nursing soreheads and watching all the 60 + year old bird watchers preparing their cameras and binoculars for the highlight of the year watching wagtails,fulmars and the dream of seeing a dolphin.

We all sat outside the village pub and planned our evenings entertainment. The weather had meant that not a lot of clothing was needed so bare legs and middle age tits were being flashed in low cut tops.

Frances hadn’t changed much and for 40 her tits were still her prime asset. The barbecue was lit at 7:30 and to be honest we were all starving so the steaks and kebabs where urgently devoured, and a great laugh was being had. The Wine, Cider and Jack Daniels bottles were soon empty leaving the local real ale in flagons as the only drink left, and the camp rule of no noise after 11pm was also the point for everyone to retire.

Back in our tent Lyn revealed a bottle of champagne she had kept to celebrate with Fran. Mick ( the boring cunt) had fell asleep so the three of us shared it giggling and getting more daring in our talk.

In the quite of the night apart from our giggles the chorus of the countryside could be heard. Ba’s from sheep,owls twit to wooing, drunken orgasms and loud snoring echoed around the field.

Lyn decided she would nip to the village phone box and check how her daughter was getting on at her grans. Leaving me with The sleeping walrus Mick and the now randy Frances. “I have to pee” I said so unzipped the tent awning and climbed the moss covered gate and gave the big spruce tree some much needed fluid.

As I headed back leaning against the gate with dress tucked in skimpy nics smiling was Frances. “A kiss for old time sake ” she whispered as she fell in my arms. Her heavy breasts pressed against me the cooling flesh and hard nipples had my erection standing like the centre tent pole inside.

Her lips and tongue tasted strongly of alcohol, her hand reached down and released my throbbing cock, pulling me and squeezing my full heavy balls.

Frances kneeled and looking up in the moonlight licked my shaft from the base to the tip, she winked as she licked the pre cum from my japs eye. She had done this many times to me in our younger days and nobody had been able to match her skill.

I watched as her hand reached down and through her damp knickers played with her pussy. Fuck she was still hot.

“Please stand up” I said as I brushed her tits and lifted her up under her arms. I kissed her again and slid her panties down for her to step out of. 

Jesus, I could see her small triangle of hair above her cunt and her shaven pussy glinting with her arousal.

I turned her around as she supported herself two hands the damp moss of the gate with its earthy smell mixing with the fresh damp smell of the dew on the grass.

Frances lifted her arse to meet the wet shiny saliva covered head of my cock which I slid up and down her lips teasing her pussy. As I neared her hole she forced herself back impaling herself. “Fucking screw me she said as she rocked back and forth.

I rammed my cock all the way up to her satisfaction, she gripped the squeaking gate as I rhythmically fucked her, both moaning. I was near to coming when I saw a glow of a cigarette by the tree, Lyn was watching, smoking and one hand on her cunt.

This was all I needed…… FUUUUUUCKK! I pushed all the way in spurt after spurt of cum shooting up inside Fran,triggering her orgasm. Looking up again Lyn was frantically frigging herself and coming as well.

My legs turned to jelly and I lent on Frans back,one hand on gate as she pulled up her knickers. “Quick, Lyn will be back and don’t want her catching us”.

I unzipped the awning again to see Mick snoring still with drool repulsively running from the corner of his mouth. Lyn came in red cheeked embarrassingly smiling knowing unknowingly to Fran that I had seen her watching us.

That night while the birthday girl slept and Mick snored on the chair, Lyn crawled under my duvet and mounted me biting my neck as she desperately came on my lucky prick. Camping is great. The great outdoors.


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