This is my entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin’ Erotic Story Contest. It involves swapping, group sex, some female on female sex, and other hot stuff, all in an RV resort. Thank you for taking the time to read it and vote. Please read the other great author’s stories too.
As usual, thank you to Eva_Adams and Redhaired Wonder Woman for their beta-reads and proofing.
Please enjoy.
One night in a long lifetime of nights should not define a lifetime. Yet sometimes it does.
Amber:
We stood on the beach as the tide went out, my arms wrapped tightly around her enthralling body, watching the sunset together.
“I read somewhere that a sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.”
“Hmm, I like that,” she said as she snuggled closer into my chest. “I love watching the sun go down. And I especially love to watch it when I can get up here to the Central Coast because sunsets are always so beautiful. There is something about the clouds and the evening fog that sets the sky on fire.”
She turned into me, stood on her toes and kissed me, softly at first and then turning more needy and intimate, pressing her substantial chest into mine.
Leaning back in my arms she said, ” But they also make me sad.”
“Sad? A sunset?”
“They’re so beautiful, but so bittersweet because they are fleeting, like childhood and love.”
She looked wistful for a while, and then she kissed me again harder.
My hands roamed down to the tight, cutoffs covering her ass and started to caress her firm cheeks. And speaking of firm, the kiss and her ass started to make my hardon’s presence known. Still on her tiptoes, she seductively started to grind her pelvis into mine, dry-humping me like teenagers at a prom as she snaked her tongue into my mouth with serious passion and desire.
Before long, the shirt that had been playfully tied under her boobs had come undone along with the front snap bra and Amber’s youthful, large breasts and pink nipples like ripe cherries were exposed to the moonlight and in my hands.
We made out some more until I broke and twirled her around on her toes back to facing the sea and the now, the moon.
The nearly full moon was reflecting its light off of the waves. I could see the reflections dancing upon the alabaster skin of Amber’s boobs. The freckles flirting across the top of them emerging from the soft curves of her sides as the moon’s reflections danced upon them.
I pointed out to the sea.
“Look. Have you ever seen the ocean glow blue before?”
She shook her head wondering at the fluorescence
“It’s bioluminescence. Caused by the so-called “red tide.” Plankton gets stirred up and gives us this natural wonder. Look at it. The ocean is putting on a lightshow for us, glowing blue with the natural shifting of the tides and the white surf, and the moon dancing across it like Misty Copeland on the stage of The American Ballet.”
“Look, you can see its glow and it dancing on your chest.”
“That’s the most wonderful thing I have ever seen after you,” she said as she spun around to grab my head and kiss me some more.
“Will you take me into your rig and fuck me already?”
I didn’t have to be asked twice.
We stood inside my RV. We had met at a rally. Amber had ridden up as a “plus one” since she was newly divorced and her friends thought she needed to have some fun.
She chose me for that task.
I was up for it.
“May I have another glass of wine?”
I poured it. A very nice Pinot from a winery in the local area. She slugged it down, grabbed my hand to the bedroom flopped upon the bed and said, “Andy, I haven’t made love in nearly three years. I am still a young woman. I want you to fuck me and I want it now.”
She looked up at me starting to cry.
“It has been so long. Please, I need it.”
I looked down at her on my RV’s double bed. Her long, wavy red hair flowing across it. Her luscious C-cup breasts splayed on the sides of her chest. I smiled. Natural for a change.
Her ivory skin and freckles framing the firm globes sporting taunt, erect nipples surrounded by now excited salmon colored, small areolas. There was a delicious butterfly tattoo on the inside of her left tit. Just high enough that with the right neckline, it might be seen.
I pulled off her cutoffs to discover a perfect pussy. Pink, ready, not too fleshy, and completely bare except for the tuft of ginger right at the top to remind that she was indeed a natural redhead.
And another tattoo, inner right thigh. A flight of butterflies going up to the Promised Land.
I stood at the end of the bed and slipped off my clothes. My hardon slapping against my belly as I did.
“Oww, I’m a lucky girl! Looks like I hit the jackpot tonight!!!!!”
I was going to ignore it, but said, “Thanks,” and I laid down to kiss her and makeout.
Her kisses were delicious, her breasts were perfection, and my hand traveled down to her already soaking pussy.
She took my head in her hands as she kissed me.
“Please eat and make me cum.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I slowly traced my way down to her pussy. It demanded my attention.
I was happy to provide it.
In my book, all women’s pussies are delicious. All. And, all redhead’s pussy’s are not only delicious, but there is a special sweetness to a redheaded pussy.
A redheaded pussy was pungent yet sweet, acidic but alluring. The smell of a warm summer’s day on the bayou with the sweet Magnolias blending in with the water’s salty, fishy, smell that you love so much and you are drawn to.
It’s primal.
My mouth hit her vagina, and she jerked.
I put my arms up towards her to steady her down, luckily hitting those wonderful breasts and slowly started to caress them.
I looked up from Amber’s crotch.
“Honey, you are here, and so am I. It is time for you to lay back and let me work my magic.”
I slowly licked around her clitoris with a soft, wet tongue. Just to let it know I was in the neighborhood. Then I licked the fingers of my left hand, secured them over her clitoral hood, and started to masturbate her clit, and my tongue slid down to explore her deliciously, soaking pussy.
I licked around her entrance, drinking in her juices and my fingers on her clit made her bounce and moan.
My tongue dug as deep into her pussy as it could and Amber started to moan.
Made me think maybe she was a “G-spot” girl. I filed that one away for later.
Keeping my fingers on her hot button, I continued my exploration down to her ass. Her rosebud was as delicate as the rest of her. The soft outer ring was light in color, not the deep brown of so many, and her ass was small and winking at me, delighting in what my fingers were currently performing upon her clitoris.
I shoved my tongue into her backdoor, tongue fucking her asshole, probing in and out deeper with each thrust. And her clit had an erection jumping out over a quarter of an inch.
“Looks like Little Amber came out to play.”
An action I was hoping for with the ass tongue fucking and I darted back to her now erect clit and sucked it, base deep, into my mouth sucking as hard as I could, and rolled my tongue fully around her extended clit with my tongue over and over as her hips began to undulate uncontrollably and her breathing followed suit.
Remembering the G-spot I gathered some wetness from her pussy with my left fingers and slowly, lovingly, moved inside her, first finger fucking her a bit to moans and appreciation, and then finally landing upon her G-spot.
She jumped!
She was a G-spot girl.
There aren’t a lot. My experience is most women like to be caressed there either finger or cock, but it is not the female orgasm site as advertised.
But just as a few lucky guys can cum from a prostate massage, a few lucky women can cum from stimulation of their G-spot. It looked like Amber was one of the lucky ones.
I started licking and finger fucking. Amber was getting close. Really close. I pulled off.
“You going to cum?”
“Shit. You know I am! Motherfucker.”
I leaned back slowly fingering her clit, edging Amber’s orgasm.
“Oh, you think I’m a motherfucker?”
“No, God damn it! I don’t. Please make me cum.”
My finger continued edging her clit. I slowly slid my finger out of her and placed it gently on her rosebud. Not in it, on it because the ass never lies. It foretells a woman’s orgasm like an old school telegram.
And it started to twitch as Amber’s breathing became shallow and I could see her areolas flattening and expanding as her climax started again. So I pulled my finger away, again.
Jesus! You are a motherfucker. What are you doing?!
I moved up and silenced her with my tongue in her mouth and a hot-blooded kiss. She returned it, our tongues dancing together.
I lifted my head, “I’m edging you. That’s what I’m doing. By my count, you’ve had two minis. I was thinking of maybe four, five, six…”
And I slid back down and put my mouth back lightly on her clit.
“You motherfucker!” and she took both of her hands and shoved my head into her pussy hard! And that is exactly what she did cumming hard and fast and loud. Screaming so everybody in the RV Resort and the beach rally we were participating in heard her ecstasy.
I was trying to decide to be proud or embarrassed when I saw everybody the next morning when Amber started coming again.
“Jesus-Fucking-Christ!” she shouted as her second full orgasm overwhelmed her.
I couldn’t help myself, and as she was coming I plunged my finger deep into her ass.
“Oh my fucking God!” she shouted and came for the third time.
Deciding three is the charm, I took my mouth off of her clit and moved back up the bed to kiss and nuzzle.
We made out for a while. Her hair was so wavy and thick, I loved running my hands through it, caressing her head tenderly as I did.
Amber’s lips were delicious. Her kisses were like strawberries fresh off the vine. Sweet, succulent, and enticing. My hand moved down to her breast as we kissed. Soft but with the density of youth, the weight, and bounce filling my brain in a sexual overload.
Panting I said, “You ready to fuck?”
After two or three other “motherfuckers!” we did. All night. And in every way imaginable.
The one night that changed my life forever.
I fell in love.
The Invitation:
The email popped into my inbox on Wednesday from my RV manufacturer’s club.
Subject: 2021 SoCal RoadRunners Summer Rally
Friends and Members,
I am very excited to tell you that it’s finally here!!! Yes, we missed last year’s because of COVID restrictions, but the SoCal Roadrunners Association Members’ summer rally is on! We are back, and better than ever!
This year’s rally will be held at the Pismo Beach RV Resort right on what might be the most beautiful beach in all of Southern California.
Yes! We will be back for the second time in Pismo famous for Bing Crosby’s annual Pismo Beach Clambake for the Hollywood elite, and even though Bing and his friends won’t be joining us, we are looking forward to a special time with all of you including our first night, club members and guests, opening night party and clambake on the beach.
Some highlights include beach time, bike rentals, we’ve arranged cabanas to rent, if you choose, there is a spa, of course, two pools and hot tubs, dancing and our nightly no host bar.
We have reserved a large block for our members at a special rate and they will go fast. Email us for the discount code and to reserve your spot.
We look forward to seeing you all there for our 2021 SCRAM reunion and clambake!
Association Heads,
George and Anna Bacon
I motioned for Amber to come over to me by my living room chair.
“Look what just popped in,” and I showed her.
“Remember?”
She slapped me playfully on the shoulder. “As if I could forget, motherfucker!”
I smiled. I fell in love with a potty mouth. What can I say? The gal I fell in love with.
“Want to go back to the scene of the crime?”
“You know I do. Come on! Wouldn’t miss it. You?”
“This time with you in the passenger’s seat. Hell yes!”
We laughed, kissed, and ended up making love in the afternoon on the living room carpet. When she rolled over onto her knees doggie, the orgasms started to hit. I had never been with a woman who was as multi-orgasmic as Amber. After her third, mine exploded in a geyser of cum deep, deep inside her.
When we were done, I clicked “Yes” on the invite, and we were in. Pismo Beach here we come for the 2021 Clambake and Rally!
To this day, I still don’t know why I bought an RV. Haven’t a clue.
I had a weekend to kill since I was waiting for elective spinal surgery. The herniated lumbar disk from my college shortstop days had finally gotten to my right leg causing pain and atrophy. Disk fusion was the only choice. After years of avoidance and physical therapy, I finally decided to go for it.
The surgery was on Monday and I was nervous as hell, so I went to the RV show at the county fairgrounds. What can I say? I fell in love with the rig. (I didn’t know one called it a rig back then), and for reasons I still don’t understand, I bought it. It felt right despite the fact that I had never been in one before or driven a recreational vehicle, and I had spent my life driving only sports cars from MGs to Ferraris.
Turned out I was right. I had the surgery, healed, was pain free for the first time in years, and discovered I had purchased freedom. Freedom! I owned freedom on wheels. Exhilarating! I started to go out and explore.
In the RV world, everybody names their motorhome. I named mine The Enterprise because I was boldly going where this man had never gone before!
State parks, National Parks, public and private campgrounds, and resorts. All pre-COVID. It was amazing how frequently I was the only single person in the campground. The first few times I felt lonely, and candidly, a bit depressed, but I learned to enjoy it for what it was.
That doesn’t mean I was lonely and horny all the time. On occasion, there was a couple that was looking for a third. Usually an older husband and younger wife. Some seriously great fucking there usually involving a lot of alcohol or weed.
And on occasion, I would meet a single lesbian driving a rig. Always great company around the campsite, and delightful conversation over a fine glass of wine. I’ll admit that once, I bent over in one’s rig on my hands and knees and let her peg me up the ass until I came hard and forcibly like the Guns of Navarone shooting shot after shot across the valley of her rig’s bed.
You’ve got to try everything in life involving consensual pleasure at least once. Right?
However, I had never met anybody the way I had met Amber at the rally two years ago when we fell in love.
We fucked for three solid days and four nights at that rally. I’m sure the others were looking at us funny — I know I was walking funny by the fourth night — but to hell with them. Amber and I were in lust. She was newly divorced from a sexless marriage, horny and needy and I was a guy which means by definition I was horny and needy.
We exchanged emails and numbers and I was receiving texts on my way home.
I lived in Los Angeles. Amber did not so we both had to travel to continue to see each other which then became a long-distance affair.
As horrible as COVID is for the world, our country, our state, and our city, there was a small silver lining. Amber’s company all went onto to remote and she moved in with me. We became a “bubble” and her job moved to Zoom and my place. Much to my heart and cock’s delight.
We were a couple. Fully vaccinated. And with “yes” being the answer to the RSVP, this time we were going to the 2021 SCRAM Rally at Pismo Beach as a couple. A first. For me, and for Amber. A clambake. Together. Fun.
We had fucked and cum, but I looked at her “clam” and had no choice, I had to eat her again. I can’t explain it, but her pussy was so sweet and magnetic, I had no choice but to eat her every single chance I could get. And I was unwilling to let this one getaway. So sweet. So tasty. I needed it and happily, so did Amber.
Pismo:
Pismo Beach is a classic Southern California beach town. North of Los Angeles between Santa Barbara and San Luis Obispo. The last of the classic sand and surf Southern California beaches and the beginning of California’s Central Coast. You know the beauty of the Central Coast from hundreds of movies including “Play Misty For Me” to “The Parent Trap and a lot of Alfred Hitchcocks like “Vertigo.” The huge TV hit, “Big Little Lies” was set there. Clint Eastwood lives in Carmel and frequently sets his films in the Central Coast.
The Central Coast is rocky and craggy with beaches filled with pebbles rather than sand like Moonstone Beach in Cambria, California immediately south of the famed William Randolph Hearst Castle in San Simeon. It’s featured in the Orson Wells classic “Citizen Kane.”
Pismo is the last of the “Beach Party” sand and sun beaches of California. Gidget wasn’t carousing there, but she could have.
One of what is called “The Five Cities,” it is the final star in a cluster of beach communities of Southern San Luis Obispo County, and is a great place to party.
Twenty years ago Pismo was a sleepy town filled with retires, motel owners and their tourists, and local ranchers and farmers, and for a week each year, Bing Crosby’s famous celebrity clambake when all of Hollywood would come up to join Bing on the beach as the newspapers, and newsreels oohed and awed.
Now it has been spruced up. Overrun by yuppies and Silicon Valley money, gone upscale with the high-end RV Resorts to match. Right on the beach. Fun in the sun, beach, lots of shops and fun places to mosey around in, spectacular landscape including The Pier and its playground, The Dinosaur Caves Park, the crown jewel of the area, and the Monarch Butterfly Groves.
And an excuse to be in our house on wheels fucking like the heathens we are during a weekend of frolicking in the sun, sand, and sex.
When you are joining others in an RV Resort for a gathering, or rally, site placement is key. Fortunately, I knew the chapter’s Associate Head, George Brown, and he owed me a favor or two. Something to do with a new mortgage I helped to arrange for him at a great rate, but that is for a later time. So, we landed a prime spot in the front row directly on the beach overlooking the sand, the ocean and the picturesque sunsets.
Amber was insatiable on the drive up. Actually unbuckling her seatbelt, getting on her knees on the floor between our seats and blowing me as we drove north on the 101. I’ll admit it was a bit challenging to drive a 5 ton rig at 60 miles an hour with my cock in a hot redhead’s mouth, shooting like a 18 year old getting his first blowjob, but I did, and Amber swallowed it all.
We arrived around 1 pm Friday afternoon, checked in, drove to our site, and hooked up. The Roadrunners, or SCRAM as they liked to call the organization had given us the schedule to the weekend including the opening night clambake and party starting at 6:00pm. We were down with that.
My RV is small, as I’ve said,. Only 24′ on a Mercedes Sprinter chassis. The same one FedEx uses. RVs have different “classes.” An “A” is the big one, the size of buses that the rock and country stars use and the older fat cats drive. The size of Greyhounds, they can be up to 44′ long. The “C” class is the classic RV with the bed over the cab. The type featured in movies and TV shows and what most of the world thinks of as an RV or “camper.” Mine is a small “C.” Actually what’s called a “B+.” The “B” class is a converted van. A B+ is a van that is longer and wider, but no one knows what that means so it’s called a small C.
Anyway, in our site #8, our neighbors to the left were a couple of newbies, Bailey and Paul, who looked nervous, but to their credit were trying.
They were the typical December-May RV couple. Paul was older. 60-something I’d guess. Bailey was cute. I mean really cute. Also young for the RV world, maybe 25-26 if she was lucky. A blonde, pageboy hair cut, pink lipstick, and a pert beach body, sporting a belly button ring, which she had on display wearing shorts and a bikini top, her nipples occasionally poking through when the ocean breeze came through.
They were in a large, luxurious 44′ A-class. A gigantic bus that was about 1,500 sq. ft. of glamorous home costing north of $2 million dollars.
To the right of us were Patti and Mike in a class-C. A much larger than us 38′ footer that could sleep six comfortably. Our tiny rig was nestled cozily in between its big brothers.
We met our neighbors and I am happy to say we liked them.
That’s a good thing. When you are RVing, like life, you have no control of who your neighbors are. Sometimes they are dicks and assholes. Not these four.
Patti and Mike were both seniors. More the RV demographic. I’d say mid-to late-60s, even though he obviously worked out every day and was fitter than me, and Patti was pretty, but aging. She dyed her hair a bit too brown to seem real, but who cared. She also had a nice smile and gigantic breasts. I mean huge breasts. Grand Canyon sized breasts. I had a feeling that Mike had been a lucky man for many years motorboating rather than RVing.
We were saying hello while hooking up hoses and stuff and I said, “So everyone going to the clambake?”
We all said it couldn’t be missed and agreed to meet up again down at the beach.
I thought, “Oh! The party has started.”
Marijuana is not my drug of choice. I have no problem with it, and I am glad that it is becoming legal, but confession time, in my teens and 20s I smoked enough for a lifetime.
However, Amber likes it, and since it is legal in California, based off of the smell around the campsites, it was also the choice of many including, apparently, our older friends Patti and Mike. Why not? They were probably hippies back in the day.
Me? I’m a Maker’s Mark man, I grabbed my drink in a beach sippy cup of all things and the bottle for later in the night, Amber grabbed a doobie and a glass of wine, and we headed out to the clambake.
I was in my sand-colored Land’s End shorts with a rock band logo T-shirt.
Amber, I’m happy to say, was in tight short shorts that framed her thonged ass, and an adorable tank top.
SCRAM, I love that name, had arranged for a local seafood chef, Antonio Antionelli, to cook the evenings clambake digging a pit into the sand, filling it with coals, lining it with seaweed, and loading it with clams, mussels brought in from Oregon, fish, sausage, veggies like onions, potatoes, and corn, and then finally, flown in from Maine, lobster.
Yumbo!
We dug in and ended up sharing our feast with Paul and Bailey, Patty and Mike, a fun gay couple Eduardo and his husband Bob.
The clambake was amazing. I was waiting for someone to make the joke and it was, of course, Paul the oldest of us to wave at all of the women on the beach and mention all of the clams on the beach and having a clambake.
Everyone agreed, Eduardo and husband in social discomfort, but not my Amber who said, “Yes! A clambake! What a great idea.”
I don’t know if everyone heard it, but I noticed that Paul and surprisingly older Patti did.
I have never met a woman with such an over-revved sex drive as Amber before. All she wanted to do was pursue her career and fuck. I mean seriously, and this is not some kind of an exaggeration for a hot, erotic story, all Amber wanted to do was fuck.
Well, play tennis too on the weekends, but then a hot and sweaty fuck.
I think her libido was making up for lost time. Maybe it was the years in an abusive, sexless marriage, playing catch up. More likely it was her upbringing and personal history.
Raised in a very strict Catholic family, her mother was pulled from the entrance to the nunnery by her father, she followed her faith, and her mother’s screaming preaching, through high school and all the way through college graduating a virgin. Her mother had actually put her hand on the bible and made her take a chastity vow!
Probably the only one in her entire Texas college. Maybe in the entire state of Texas!
At the age of 24, she lost her virginity to her husband on their wedding night. It turned out that he was actually gay and married her for social cover and was nasty and abusive in resentment over the situation.
After a few horrible, years, she finally achieved her divorce. He came out of the closet and seemed to find happiness with a husband in New York.
A few dates and bedtime romps happened after, but nothing of note. I was the first real relationship and in her 30s, I was nominated as the guide, mentor, and sexual safe harbor.
Maybe it was the history, maybe the sexless marriage, but I was the beneficiary.
On the other hand, my life was the opposite.
I had played in a rock and roll band in my late teens, early 20s and pussy — and even the occasional cock — was throw at me in every way possible. Rock and roll has claimed a lot of victims from Janice to Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain, but it also provides a free pass to a LOT of pussy. A Disneyland of pussy. It was a great life.
But I realized that we were never going to be the next Beatles, and playing in a backup band for some stripper in a club was not for me in middle life, so I went back to school, got a couple of degrees, and found success which ultimately led to my RV and Amber in my arms.
I was thinking about all of this as we sat around our campfire on Pismo Beach — one of around 60 — with our new friends and my arm around Amber.
The campfire roared, the lobster arrived, and as we all dug in feeding our mates by hand with the tasty, sweet meat from the lobster, dipping it into the melted butter and dripping it all over our faces.
The sexiest, most sensual dinner of my life. And it was on a beach!
I look around at the group because I knew Amber was too.
She had stated when we were talking about the RSVP that she wouldn’t do it without a three-way, and she wanted to go down on another woman. I nodded at the time, knowing it was not an empty air statement.
Amber was bound and determined that we were going to fuck another couple this weekend, and she was not going to leave without experiencing going down and eating another woman. She had never done it, and wanted to try it, and was adamant.
I said, “No problem. Give me a show?”
“Count on it motherfucker.”
Alrighty then. And who knows, maybe others. As I said, making up for lost time.
Amber and her hungry pussy were demanding it.
The wine was flowing as was the conversation and laughter. Like most jovial, slightly drunk campfires the talk began to become sex jokes, double entendres, and the implications.
“So, what does everybody think is the hottest sex?” Bob asked. “Hotel sex or RV sex.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I have had a lot of really hot hotel sex. There is something about doing it on a strange bed with sheets that aren’t yours.”
“I agree,” said Mike. He looked at Patti to get her OK. She gave him a nod. “We’ve had some really good times in our rig, but a suite in the London NYC in Times Square is hard to beat for a romp in the hay.”
More lobster, alcohol, and weed were consumed as Eduardo chimed in.
“Vegas! That’s the hottest sex. You know, what happens there, stays there,” and Bob gave him a knowing look.
I had a hunch that the boys had given the sexual boundaries of Vegas, and “what happens there, stays there” a serious stretching.
I thought, “Shit let’s throw it out there and see if anybody bites.”
“Well, this is what I know,” I chimed in. “I played in a band for years and the hottest sex was a bunch of groupies, totally high on music, drugs, and booze, wanting to devour me in my hotel suite. But since I’ve bought The Enterprise, the hottest sex is rig sex, and RV resort sex.”
Shy little Brittney giggled. I could see her fantasies churning, maybe she was someone’s groupie in her day. Paul’s hand was already in between hers legs trying not to be obvious.
Amber wasn’t as subtle. She put her hand right on my cock and said, “I like to fuck in the rig. It always gives me the hottest orgasm ever.”
Well! That blew the lid off of the whole thing.
The conversation got hotter as did the slightly subtle caressing and couple play.
The wine and booze kept pouring and doobies started to be passed around like the ’60s.
“So Eduardo,” Paul, the older newbie said. “I’ve never chatted with a gay guy about sex before. We have the gays at work, and I like them, but never chatted about sex.”
I could see and hear the heat in Eduardo’s response understanding that he was moderating it knowing Paul’s age and generational prejudices. “You ‘have the gays at work?'” Do you understand that when you say “the gays” you are both homophobic, insulting, and frequently racist?”
I thought trouble was brewing and sat back to watch what developed
“Gosh, I’m sorry. I meant nothing by it. Really. I didn’t. Excuse me. I’ve insulted you and I feel like shit. Damn. I was trying to understand.”
Bob put his hand on his husband’s shoulder. A cooler head. “Paul. Where are you from.?”
“Bakersfield.”
“Right. Word to the wise. In the future stop saying ‘the gays, the blacks, the Jews, the Mexicans, etc. Okay? That is racist, anti-Semitic, homophobic coding. You get a pass this time. Please learn better. I have a hunch you want to.”
Paul nodded yes, and I watched him shrink into the sand as far as he could.
I secretly slid the bottle of Maker’s to Eduardo who thanked me with a quiet nod.
I jumped in to lighten the mood and cut him a break, “So do the gays, and the blacks, the Jews, the crackers, and the old fogies, the horny motherfuckers like myself up and down this beach actually fuck in their rigs?”
That helped to cool Eduardo down. He smiled. “Hell yes. Besides the freedom to go where you want to, why else do we have a rig?”
“Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed. “That is exactly my thought. Freedom and sexual freedom. That is what our RVs provide.”
Paul came back to life. “That’s why I bought mine. Freedom and the chance to play. And look who it brought into my life!” and he smiled lovingly at Bailey.
Crisis averted, I moved over and gave Paul a big hug. And whispered, “Maybe later in the rally the four of us could play together?” I glanced at Brittney and gave a slight nod in Amber’s direction.
He looked at me surprised. Totally unexpected, but I thought considering it.
Patti looked at Amber, “Hey will you come with me and help pick out the next couple of wines?”
The two women left and even though our little clambake stayed intact, many others on the beach started to split off. Either to their rigs or private campfires, blankets, and their own clambake.
Amber had been thoughtful enough to bring another bottle of Maker’s for me since I had slid mine to Eduardo. I was refilling my cup when I noticed Bailey stealing a glimpse at my package.
Hey, I’m no porn star, I’ve got a nice 7″ cock. Okay, a bit under 7″, okay, maybe actually 6 & 1/2″ but close enough to claim it. My calling card is I’m thick. Three inches wide. That’s true. It makes most women very happy, but occasionally makes the backdoor dicey. Luckily, that was not Amber.
Anyway, my natural girth does fill a pair of shorts well, and I noticed Bailey sneaking that peek. But all is fair. Her loose fitting shorts proved she also had no panties and I had been sneaking my share of peeks at her shaved pussy winking in the gap of her shorts and thigh.
A sweet looking pussy it was too!
The night was breaking up. Patti looked at us and said, “Want to join us in a nightcap?” and looked knowingly at Amber.
I can take a hint. “Sure.”
Their rig was nice. A 38′ class-C, but an upscale one. Not one of those cheap Winnebago things. The living area was spacious and well designed. I admired the kitchen since I am the cook and our little rig has a small one.
Built to sleep six, it had two separate bedrooms including for a Class-C motorhome a luxurious master bedroom with a large slide-out giving it more floor space.
Mike uncorked a Justin Isosceles Reserve — one of Paso Roble’s finest wines from one of the crown jewel wineries — as Patti reached into a cabinet, pulled out fresh glasses for all of us, made sure everyone had a healthy pour, finishing the fresh bottle with four glasses of wine. Mike pushed his glass forward and toasted, “To new friends.”
“To new friends!” we all exclaimed, clinked glasses, and took a sip of the wine.
Oh my, it was scrumptious. A beautifully balanced blend of cabernet sauvignon, franc, malbec, and merlot. I swirled mine around in the glass. No wonder it has won so many awards.
Looking at it in the glass, it had a deep ruby, nearly purple color. As I twirled it and the light hit there was a true cherry red hue. I put my nose deep into the glass and inhaled. The wine’s aroma was complex — indicative of its exceptional quality and character. I’m no wine expert, but I could smell the black cherry and oak with a hit of spices.
As I swirled it some more I noticed how it clung to the glass and some slowly seeped down the inside. I knew enough to know that was called “legs.”
Mike, who obviously was a wine expert was doing the same thing.
“Do you smell the blackcurrant, autumn leaves, licorice, the jazzy, oak, and the long finish?” He took a sip. “My oh my, That is a mighty fine wine, and worthy of belonging to their Wine Club, which is why we do.”
I swirled mine around again and looking at it said, “Well, I don’t know about any of that. But I know this: I like my wine the same way I like my women, with long legs.”
Mike started howling, and everybody else joined in.
“Me too buddy, me too,” and he laughed some more.
We chitchatted and drank a little more. I can’t speak for Amber, but I could feel the sexual tension descending upon the rig.
Patti looked at us and slurring a little said, “This might seem a bit forward, but we swing. Any chance that you do too?”
And they both smiled like spiders looking at their prey in the web.
I looked at Amber to see the reaction. I could tell the answer was going to be yes by how she was slowly grinding in her seat.
“No,” she said, “But I’m opening to learning, I think.”
“Oh!” said Patti and we all drank a bit more wine.
She continued, “I know Andy is an experienced RVer, but you are sort of new at it. Right?”
“Yes, We met at a rally but yes, this is only my second time in a motorhome because we were quarantined like everyone else thanks to COVID.”
“Well, lesson one, we don’t’ call them motorhomes. We call them rigs or RVs. Hey! I have an idea. Let me show you a few things you need to know about RV life. Want to come to the back with me? There’s a lot of stuff about RVing you should know back there.”
“OK, sure.”
And Patti grabbed Amber’s hand and led her into the back half of their rig closing the door.
You swing, don’t you,” Mike said.
“I have. It can be fun with the right folks.”
“Hell yes!! I agree with you, buddy! Listen, I’d rather drink a 25 year old cognac than this, as great as it is. How about a shot of a Remy Martin XO 25 year reserve? What do you say?”
“Sounds good to me.”
He grabbed it and poured. The Remy was remarkable. Sweet and warm as it rolled down my tongue.
“Oh yeah. This is nice. Thanks.”
Mike nodded. So you guys are in the lifestyle?”
“No. Not at all. This is all new for Amber, but I’ll gladly play it out as far as she wants as long as you are not looking to cross swords.”
“Don’t worry. That’s not my thing. We are straight. You know how it is. We have been married for over 35 years and just like to fuck other like-minded people. I met you and I thought we had a Vulcan Mind Meld on that. Did I miss guess?”
“Not with me. Amber is the wildcard.”
From the back, we heard Amber moan, “Oh fuck. Just like that motherfucker!”
“Well, maybe she’s not.” I smiled and we toasted again, shot the Remy down and he poured another.
Waking up tomorrow was going to be a challenge. I really needed to drink some water and take an Advil or two before I crashed tonight, I reminded myself.
Mike said, “Shall we join the ladies?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We opened the sliding door and entered their rig’s bedroom. And unlike our little 24′ RV, this was a bedroom. A king size bed, all the fixing with electric candles flickering, and in the middle of it all, a naked Amber being eaten by a naked Patti.
A 32 year old redhead splayed wide across a king sized bed with an 60-something woman chowing down on her in a very knowing and experienced way.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, Jesus Christing fuck!” Amber shouted as her second orgasm hit.
“Shit honey, slow down!” said Mike. There will be nothing left for us.”
Patti rolled over. “Trust me. She has just begun.
I looked at her. Short, about 5′-2” chubby, maybe 170lbs plus, and over 60 years old, but there was something about his woman that was hot. I mean really naturally hot.
More than the gigantic H-cup tits that were spilling all over — the largest breasts I had ever seen in my life. , Gigantic! She oozed sex. Patti was most definitely not my type, but all I wanted to do was fuck her.
I knew that was what Mike was counting on. So I said, it, “My God, Patti, I want to fuck you. And I want to fuck you now!” And I pulled down my shorts. My goods once again springing towards my six pack.
“Oh, honey. Oh yes, dear. Put that big boy in me!” She looked at Amber, “You’re a lucky girl.”
That was all that was needed for the starting gun to go off signaling the fun. I looked at Patty and I said, “If that’s the case, put that hefty, bodacious booty in the air and dive back down into that pussy.”
I gambled that she would hear that as a sexual compliment and not an insult and I was right as Patti did exactly as commanded. Offering that fat, 60 year old ass to me, thick, pock-marked with way too much hair for my tastes, but at that moment, it was the hottest pussy I had ever seen in my life.
Patti was chowing down on Amber who I could tell was getting ready for another climax. I said, “Should I get you ready, or slide it in?”
“Will you just shut up and fuck me!” was the response. So I did.
Shoving my cock balls deep into Patti’s dripping cunt.
Eating Amber’s pussy, I heard this from Patti, “Oggg, Thatggkkk, is fucgggiick, thieeeek.”
I plowed her hard. My balls bouncing on her clit as she continued to eat my girlfriend who was about to come again.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” shouted Amber until Mike, who had maneuvered his way to the front of the bed shut her up by shoving his cock into her mouth.”
“Urrrgh, hmmm, oddddd, mmmerimmgh,” was all I heard as Amber came for maybe the fourth time?
I’d lost count.
And we fucked for a while.
Mike came first. I heard him and watched him as he unloaded a gigantic shot into Amber’s mouth. For an old guy, he shot a lot since Amber’s a swallower and his cum was dripping out of her mouth as she frantically gulped shot after shot down.
Patti was next. I was ramming my thick cock in as vigorously as I could, bouncing off the cushions of her buns, but my finger was getting the job done, and had moved my hand at the beginning to her clit. I tried to time the fireworks to a group orgasm and watched Mike’s face knowing he was close and tied to bring Patti to it if not at the same time, close.
She exploded. A squirter! A 60 year old squirter. Well, why not? I suppose once a squirter always a squirter.
The head of my cock was so large and engorged with blood it was hurting. I needed to cum myself. I was trying to decide whether to cum inside Patti or on her when I heard Mike say, “Let’s see you shoot over both of these lovely ladies!”
So, I pulled out, grabbed my cock for a couple of quick strokes, and did.
The first shot landed on Patti’s ass. The second made it further up her back. By shots three and four I was spraying Patti’s back, hair, and onto Amber’s tits.
I moved up for the final four and unloaded all over Amber with the final rope hitting her face, dripping down her nose into her open mouth, then I rolled over and collapsed upon the bed in a mass of humanity, sweaty skin, and juices.
Back in our little rig taking turns in the shower, I was standing outside waiting my turn and said, “So, what did you think? Did you have fun?”
“You motherfucker. You know I did.”
“I mean more than the orgasms. What did you think of your first swinging experience?”
“It was great, but also disappointing.”
“Disappointing? You didn’t seem disappointed.”
Amber stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and started to dry herself off.
“Your turn,” she said gesturing towards the shower.
“I’ll give it a moment for the hot water to fill back up. What do you mean disappointed?”
“I wanted to go down on a girl too.”
“Oh. We have another night, maybe we can make that so.”
“Yes please,” she said as she dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hands.
“You got anything left in there for me?”
It turns out I did.
The Next Day:
Coffee, breakfast in the rig, and then SCRAM had a full day of fun in the sun for all of us. Amber looked especially delicious in her skimpy tank top and cut-off white jeans.
A lunchtime BBQ, tri-tip sandwiches on French rolls with all of the goodies, fries, and plenty of coleslaw and games. Old style picnic games.
It had been years since I had participated in a potato sack race. I lost. Amber and I tried out best in the three-legged race and came in second, thanks to her long legs, and at least I was on the winning team of the tug of war.
Great, great fun that dissolved into lunchtime groupings on the beach, hearty sandwiches, and numerous bottles of beer and wine.
We ended up with the newbies, Paul and Bailey. By design, not happenstance. I wanted Brittney. And I wanted her badly.
We sat upon our two mingled towels chowing down on the fine lunch fare. SCRAM really understood how to feed its rally attendees!
Bailey was looking especially hot in a polka-dotted bikini top and short-shorts.
“So, how did you guys meet?” I asked — People always like to talk about themselves.
“I picked her up at a party,” Paul said.
“No, you didn’t! We met at a party.” Obviously a running joke between them.
“We spent the entire night making out in the kitchen,” Paul said.
“Did I go home with you?”
“No.”
“See?! You didn’t pick me up at a party.” She turned to me. “We met at a party.”
“We sort of did too,” chirped in Amber.
“The last one of these before COVID. That counts as a party, right?”
All agreed.
“And he did pick me up.” Amber smiled at me. “We fucked all night long.”
Paul laughed. Bailey blanched. My potty mouth girlfriend.
Bailey’s curiosity overcame her modesty. “You did? What was it like doing something like that?”
“It was great! The motherfucker’s hung like a horse, ate me until I came three or four times, and then we fucked like rabbits all night long. I screamed like a banshee when he was in my ass. Greatest night of my life!”
Both of them simply sat there in shock. No one speaks like that to strangers about their sex life. Well, no one except Amber.
I merely sat there amused. My completely authentic, no holds bared, girlfriend was telling it as it is, and a guy in his 60s and his young pixie were shocked. I decided to double down.
“So Bailey, Amber came clean, what was it like the first time you and Paul did the deed?”
I looked at Paul. “No disrespect, but he is a bit older. “You like a bit of snow on the mountain top?”
That brought a smile from him.
“Yes. I needed a daddy to keep me safe and warm and Paul is it. We are in love.”
“How nice that you found that,” said Amber.
“You have no idea. My dad was killed in Iraq when I was young. There were three of us and our mom, and she then married a mean-spirited, drunk of a man. He didn’t want us kids around and made sure we knew it. Nothing sexual, but abusive. Being the oldest, I got the worst of it and also got out first. Now my two sisters are with me. I met Paul, fell in love and he understood.”
She looked at him adoringly.
“He had gotten his divorce, bought this rig, moved my sisters into the guest house back home, and here we are enjoying the good life!”
Overcoming our shock, both of us oohed and aahed.
“I think that is so wonderful for you,” Amber said.
I leaned over and put a hand on Paul’s shoulder, “I had no idea. My hat is off. You are a good man.”
“Thanks,” he said. “Bailey is worth it. and he looked at her. You could tell they were deeply in love.
Amber looked at me warmly, “Then we are members of the same club! Because we are in love too.”
Bailey beamed at her.
“I also experienced abuse,” Amber continued. “Not my dad, my first husband. He was a hitter. It took a restraining order and finally a divorce to get rid of the creep. You know, when they want to marry you they are so sweet and nice, and then when you are in the web, the madness comes out. There were times when I wondered if I was going to live, but I did, I am here, and I am bound and determined to enjoy my life anyway and every way I can! I am a free woman and celebrating it to the limit!”
She pulled down her top to flash her left boob.
“See! I got this tattoo to celebrate,” showing her breast butterfly.
“I got it because I’m now free to fly wherever I want to.”
Bailey was shocked again. Paul, on the other hand, had a look of appreciation and desire for Amber’s large, scrumptious breast.
As Amber put her boob back in her top, the shock turned into warm and comforting words that were exchanged between all of us. The two women bonding over their experiences and Paul and I unexpectedly bonding over being the white knights.
Amber looked at Bailey and said, “Can we talk sister to sister?” and offered her arm.
Bailey took it and they walked down the beach together. I thought for some authentic, sharing.
I had a sneaky suspicion that a deep friendship was developing between the two women.
I offered Paul a beer. He took it.
“I think our girls are starting what Bogie described at the end of “Casablanca,” “The beginning of a beautiful friendship”
“Yeah, it looks that way.”
“You’re a good guy. Good for you, man. I mean it.”
He nodded a thank you.
“Why did you do it? Please don’t get me wrong. I mean no offense. Is it because she is such a babe, or something else deeper?
“No offense taken. A fair question. To be honest, she is the best thing that’s ever happened to me besides my children. My ex-wife was a dishrag. We screwed in college, the damn condom broke, pregnant, married, then two more. The third one was a surprise, like the first. Seven years later. You know how it is, when you are young, you sleep with who you are with.”
“The worst 30 years of my life. We had to wait for the last kid, a great guy, by the way, to leave the house and go off to college to divorce.”
“I couldn’t wait. She too. We both had affairs during it. Nothing special. Sexual release. We fucked on birthdays and anniversaries. You know how that goes. Thirty years, I think maybe five blowjobs. Our wedding day. Each day we found out she was pregnant, and one drunken night in a hotel on vacation. Missionary all the time. Forget about the so-called backdoor. An exit, not an entrance was the standard line. I couldn’t wait for the divorce. I think she felt the same.”
“And Bailey?”
“She’s in love.”
“I can see that. Are you?”
“Probably. She is young. Looks at me with stars in her eyes. A man in my stage of life can do a lot worse than that.”
I nodded yes. Two men understanding the fears of later life. We sat silently for a while enjoying the ocean, the breeze and our beers.
Finally, I looked at Paul and said, “Gosh, I don’t know how to ask this considering all of the important stuff we have been sharing, but we are on this rally, and, err, excuse me for being so upfront, may I ask you a personal question?
“Sure,” the older guy said without hesitation.
I’m just beginning to understand your relationship, so this might be way out-of-bounds. Have you ever consider swinging?”
“Swinging? Are you suggesting what I’m thinking?” asked Paul.
“Listen, no offense meant. You were open enough to share about your marriage and what it is like to be with such a hot young girlfriend. And, Bailey about her life. As Amber said, coming out of her abusive marriage she is raring to experience all aspects of her life, especially her sex life, and it sounds like you might feel the same way considering your story.”
He nodded, listening.
“I made a commitment to support Amber’s desires. So, if I may ask again, do you guys ever swing. If not, have you ever considered it?”
“Nope,. Can’t say that I have. Never really considered it before.”
“Okay. Let me ask you this: Are you willing to explore it? Take a moment to think about it. You are older, Bailey is younger, and you have already said inexperienced, and I’m fairly certain that Amber would like to sleep with her.”
“No way.”
“Way! My girl is desperate to experience girl on girl for the first time in her life and she told me she wants to do that with Bailey. She wants to go down on Bailey and eat her until she cums.”
“I’m pretty certain she has a better chance of finding Ameilia Earhart than doing that”
“Oh, you don’t know Amber. I think it is being discussed right now,” and I looked over towards the two of them on the beach with Amber’s hand caressing Bailey’s back.
“Think about this Paul. The two of them putting on a show for the two of us, and Amber then wants you to fuck you — which is fine with me — and if it’s okay with you, watch as I fuck Bailey and we all have a gigantic four-way gang bang in that big beautiful rig of yours.”
And I saw some stirring in his shorts.
I took another sip of beer and said, “Have you ever had same room sex?”
He shook his head no.
“Man, it’s the greatest. Live porn right next to you. The hottest kind of sex, I have ever experienced.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Really.”
“What does that mean?”
“No group sex. No swapping back and forth. No one sharing each other. Not some hot porn three-way. One couple gets it on next to another couple getting it on. You have sex and you watch the other couple having sex. Seriously man, live porn. Nothing hotter.”
“Wow! I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Sounds hot though. Doesn’t it.”
“Yeah”, he admitted.
We sat there again sipping beer and enjoying the sun and surf. The girls were still huddled together talking on the beach. The tide was beginning to lap at their toes.
“Shit, we are lucky men. Look at those two hot women we are in love with.”
I looked at him, “How did we gain entry into the ‘fucking lucky’ club? Damn, they are hot.”
“OK,” he gulped. “Let’s try.”
“There you go!. Shall we make this happen? You are the oldest here. Why not take the lead and make it so. After all, you’re the Daddy!”
That primed his ego.
Standing in their 44′ Prevost rig I was in awe. So this is what $2 million buys on wheels.
Handcrafted fine wood, granite, and marble, a kitchen finer than my one at home with a real refrigerator-freezer with all of the fixing. Let your imagination run wild. It won’t meet what we were looking at.
I had no problem picturing Mick Jagger and the Stones touring in something like this, but it was just Paul and Bailey’s rig. Now I knew where he had invested his side of the divorce.
“Wow! An amazing rig, man. Truly awesome!” I said, honestly.
“Thanks,” Paul responded. I’m glad you like it.
“You do have a problem driving a large rig like this in traffic? How do you change lanes in congestion like Los Angeles or any other big city?”
“You know, you just have to do it. You are bigger than them. I will admit, I have had more than more one middle finger salute, though.”
“Thankfully, no gun?”
“Yeah, in this day and age, I consider that too, but at some point, you have to lead your life. Right?”
“Yes sir, and that is what we are doing right now in your spectacular rig.
“This is a fucking palace,” said Amber.
“Thanks!” said Paul, beaming. “Who needs a drink?”
When everybody’s beverages were refreshed, Paul looked at Amber, “Yeah, it’s great, isn’t it? The first time I have had a home where I was happy!”
Let me give you a tour!” said Bailey offering her hand and the girls led us into the back
The master bedroom was palatial. Larger than the bedroom in my townhouse and appointed with every luxury known to mankind.
The centerpiece was the king-sized walk around bed.
“Oh my!” said Amber lips smacking.
“Nice rig, Paul,” I said .
“Yeah.”
I looked at Amber, “Rumor has it you guys were going to put on a show?
She looked at a bashful Bailey and said, “Ready to do it?”
I saw a slight nod.
I looked at Paul pointed to the head of the king-size bed and said, “Let’s get comfortable.
We did.
I heard Amber whisper to Bailey, “Remember, like in a strip club. Dancing and rubbing and stuff. Fun. A show.
“Yeah, a show? Like being on stage at a club? Let’s do it.”
The two women started kissing and making out. Amber moved to Bailey’s bikini top, reached behind, and in an instant, it was on the floor, and her spectacular breasts were on full display.
Amber was working fast and the short-shorts were quick to follow.
I looked at Bailey standing there naked. Tight and fine. The blonde pageboy shaking, with succulent and firm tits, and I realized why her nipples were poking out on the beach, they were both pierced matching her belly button ring.
Like most of her generation, there was also ink, and sure enough, the downstairs was bare.
Amber rapidly stripped off her clothes and both young women were standing before us, naked, pert and fine.
Amber led Bailey upon the bed and the two knelt facing each other. The two women smiled.
“Relax,” Amber whispered. “Come kiss me.”
Bailey did. Hesitantly at first, and then starting to make out. Actually, it started to get a little heated between them.
I watched Paul’s cock springing in his shorts to an instant erection. Candidly, mine too.
I figured, “What the fuck?” took my shorts off and slowly started to stroke myself enjoying the show.
Paul looked down at my hard cock, also decided, “What the fuck.” and the next thing I knew, his shorts were off and he was stroking too.
The dude wasn’t lacking in the manliness department either, even though he had some gray in the pubes. And he was uncut. I am circumcised so I’m always fascinated by the foreskin of an uncut penis as it is stroked up and down and how the engorged, purple head is exposed and then hidden over and over.
The next thing I knew he was reaching into the nightstand and putting on a cock ring!
“Dude!” I said.
“Gives you a diamond cutting hardon!”
It certainly seemed to as I watched his cock get harder and the purple head become huge. I jotted that down in my memory banks for the future.
The girls had moved from playing to full blown kissing, I watched as Amber maneuvered Bailey through the experience and Bailey’s reactions.
I turned to Paul. “Has she ever been with another girl before?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh,” said Bailey. “It’s sort of like kissing myself. So much softer and no five-o’clock shadow.”
“Like it?”
“Different.”
Amber looked at her new lover and said, “Now, kiss and lick my breasts. Make my nipples happy and hard, and I’ll do the same for you.
And that is what Bailey did. Taking one of Amber’s pert breasts into her hands and kissing them, licking them, nibbling, sucking them, the way she liked it.
She begrudgingly admitted out loud it was fun. She had a sudden and new insight into why men were so infatuated with breasts.
Like many women, she enjoyed a man’s attention to hers. And she was really happy that her breasts looked good in clothes and a bikini, and attracted the male gaze, but had always questioned men’s fascination with them.
She had once looked at Paul as he was girl-watching on the street, “What is it with you guys?! It’s not like you haven’t seen breasts before.”
And he said, “Yeah, but I’ve never seen those two,” as a young babe walked past them.
“But don’t worry honey. Yours are the only ones I want. It doesn’t matter what I look at on the menu. All that matters is I eat at home,” and he smiled.
What do you say to that?
For the first time, kissing, fondling, playing, loving a pair of breasts Bailey got it. They were so round and soft, yet firm at the same time.
It reminded her of a man’s erection. She was constantly fascinated how it could be so steely hard, yet soft to the touch.
Nuzzling on Amber’s tits, she had an out-of-the-blue thought: She needed to go buy some lower cut tops and show hers off a bit more.
Bailey looked over at the guys. Their cocks were out and they were stroking!
“Ever seen a guy jerk off before?” asked Amber.
Bailey shook her head.
She looked at their cocks. It was different this way. Whenever she had seen an erect penis it was because she was playing with it, or going down on it, and it was ultimately going to lead to sex and hopefully an orgasm or two.
She had never seen a guy pleasuring himself, and yet, there was Paul and their new friend, Andy, stroking their cocks. Their cocks were really hard and both were very big but different. Andy’s looked thicker but he was circumcised, unlike Paul.
Then she snapped back to, “Holy fuck!” They are whacking off to us. We are a live porn performance that they are whacking off to!
OK. They were live porn.
“We are live porn!”
“I know. Isn’t it hot? I’m dripping.”
And she reached down to her pussy, grabbed a handful of her juices, put it in her mouth, and turned to kiss Bailey swapping pussy juice between them.
Amber started to rub her breasts against Bailey’s just like the strippers do in a club. Bailey joined in and they both shimmied.
Amber whispered, “OK, ready for the Big Time? Let’s give them a show and you the Big O,” and she grabbed Bailey’s head and kissed her, then shoved onto her back onto the bed, and patted her inner thighs open.
Bailey lay back against the pillow as Amber’s tongue lightly moving down her body, hitting and licking every stop from pierced nipple to belly button to all the way down to her left knee.
Amber’s left hand took hold of Bailey’s right thigh and slowly started to move up tickling her inner thigh to her now dripping pussy, rubbing up and down the lips penetrating her lightly with each caress..
Bailey pulled her knees toward her shoulders inviting Amber to start lapping at her slit. Her tongue moved faster darting into the center of her wetness and finally to her clit and started nibbling and licking.
I could hear Bailey’s breathing growing deeper and faster as Amber worked her magic. Her clit was sending SOS signals to her brain, which was overloading from the sensations.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” The blonde pixie started moaning
Bailey was approaching serious sensory overload with a soft woman’s hands on her ass shoving her clit deeper and deeper in her mouth.
She closed her eyes, feeling a swirl of colors even more than seeing them beneath her eyelids. Amber pushed her inner thighs spreading them wider, to gain even more access to her clit making Bailey’s thighs shake slightly as she felt heat spreading from her clit up to her breasts.
She grabbed Amber’s shoulders, “Ahhh, yes!” as her stomach contracted sharply a beat before the waves of her orgasm rippled from the end of her spine to the top of her head.
“That’s it! That’s it!” she moaned, as Amber, who had been playing with herself the entire time, started coming along with Bailey. Bucking, and moaning, Amber grabbed Bailey’s ass to hold her pussy to her mouth as her own orgasm ripped through her. The two women coming together in a female, female simultaneous orgasm.
“Oh God, Oh God,” shouted Bailey as she hit her second orgasm or maybe her third.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she shouted at Amber who didn’t.
We sat there in amazement as Amber brought Bailey to four orgasms before finally stopping, licking her way up the pixie’s tight body, hugging her, and planting a gigantic kiss wrapping her arms around Bailey as the two lovelies started to tenderly makeout.
I looked at Paul and said, “I think we’re on.”
He seemed very eager.
“Paul take Amber. She really wants to go with you. Have fun. You have my blessing.”
“And Bailey?”
“Give me a chance to do my thing.”
He grabbed Amber who said, “Thank God! I’ve been waiting for you all day!” and threw Paul down on the bed.
I looked at Bailey who was still coming down from her multiple orgasms courtesy of Amber.
“You look confused.”
She was.
“I know this might seem out of the blue, but we are swinging. You know what that means, right? Having fun by switching partners? You already have, you know. My girlfriend, soon to be my wife ate you until you came multiple times you are a swinger.”
“Yeah. So fucking hot.
“You are now a swinger.”
“I am?”
“Yes, honey you now officially are. Look over there to your right. Paul is about to start doing it with Amber who just gave you all of those orgasms. You know what that is called? Swinging.”
“Oh my.”
“Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”
“I don’t know.”
I sat on the bed and took her hand.
“Would you like a glass of wine or some water?”
“Water would be nice.”
I got it and returned.
I took the liberty of stroking her head. “Honey I understand. This is a lot to absorb all at once. But whether you know it or not, you have been swinging.”
I caressed her softly some more.
“You are in a relationship with the love of your life, Paul, but let the love of my life eat you until you came three or four times. That is either an affair, or swinging. Since we are all here in the same room, it is swinging. See how it works?”
I nodded over to Paul and Amber.
“Take a look at them. What are they doing? They are having sex. That is swinging. Why don’t we join them? I promise I will be gentle and not take you any place you don’t want to go.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Can we start with a kiss?”
We did. And then a few more, and before we knew it we were making out like teenagers.
“Oh, I had forgotten it could be like this,” she said.
My tongue was rolling in Bailey’s mouth, and I was having a ton of fun too.
“Yeah, me too.”
And I decided to keep the college thing going and slowly moved down to those tantalizing breasts.
“I understand. We can not do it if you want, but look over there.”
Amber had Paul cock deep in her mouth and seemed to be having fun playing with the cock ring. Maybe not her first time?
“Looks like they are going at it. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said definitely. “I want to try. But you promise gentle, right?”
“Tell you what, I will follow you all the way. Whatever you want, and nothing more.
She relaxed.
I rolled Bailey over onto her back, got between her legs, and rubbed my throbbing hardon up and down her lips.
“You ready? Hell, you’ve already cum four times!”
“You’re big.”
“So is Paul. I’ll go slowly.”
Her pussy was tight but also wet, thanks to Amber. And unlike some women, she seemed to love sex and was moving in rhythm with me as I began to stroke in and out.
“My God you have a great cock!” she said.
“Thanks. Let’s take this slow.”
We did and made love for a while. Amber has a great pussy. Bailey’s was also world-class. Tight, deep enough to take me, and soaking thanks to Amber’s prior work.
I was now balls deep and we were going at it long and strong. Bailey, happily, was a mover and grinding in and out with me as her breath was coming harder and faster.
I slowed it down again to say, “Look over there.”
And she turned to look at Amber riding Paul cowgirl.
“Want to do that?”
“Oh yes!” and we flipped.
Paul and I were now on his bed on our backs, getting fucked by each other’s girls, watching each other watching each other getting fucked.
I mouthed, “I told you, totally fucking hot.”
He tried to reply, but Amber’s pussy had other ideas and somehow swallowed his thoughts.
Yeah, her pussy can easily do that with any man.
I looked at Bailey on top of me and said, “Ever tried the backdoor?”
She blushed, “Gosh once or twice.”
“Want to try it again? I promise it will give Paul a great thrill watching us, and I guarantee you the best orgasm of your life.”
She rocked on top of me thinking quietly.
“But you are so big, it will hurt.”
“Well, you said, ‘once or twice'” Was it Paul?
She nodded yes.
I’m not any bigger. If you can take Paul, you can take me. Right?!
Bailey nodded her head tacitly
“What if I promised it will not hurt, it will give you the biggest orgasm of your life, and if it does I will stop immediately?”
“Okay, But I’m scared.”
“I know Are you willing to trust me?”
She sat on me with my cock fully impaled in her.
“I don’t know why, but I do.”
“Good. But we need lube. Do you have any?” I was confident she did. Hell, her man kept a cock ring in his nightstand!
And she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a tube of KY.
I knew it. Once a Girl Scout, always prepared.
I rolled her over onto her back, took my cock out of her, kissed her tenderly, and said, “I’m going down on you. Why don’t you look over there and enjoy the show.”
I did and she did until my tongue hit her ass.
“Oh my God!”
Her asshole was beautiful. A soft brown outer ring, and a small, winking ass. I couldn’t resist and I lick her rosebud,
“Oh my God.”
I heard as I continued to lick until I shoved my tongue deep inside her asshole.
Bailey leaped off the bed.
“What are you doing?!”
I leaned up and said, “I’m licking your ass, sweetheart. Lay back and enjoy.”
She did, and I did.
I added a finger into the mix and then two as Bailey’s ass loosened up and began to join the fun.
I had the lube in my hand, spread some on my index finger and teased around her asshole.
I moved my index finger into her ass. She clenched a bit, but I moved out, went back in and kept doing that until I felt her start to relax on my finger.
I pulled out, put on more lube reinserted my finger into her butt and moved it this time all the way down her rectum right to the 2nd ring.
I’m experienced enough to know how to buttfuck. So I moved my other hand underneath Bailey and started to rub on her clit until she started to move and moan maybe against her will, but not her desire.
I decided to go for it and moved my finger through the 2nd ring and inside her ass.
I could feel the heat, 98.6 burning on my skin and I kept going until I was knuckle deep. A muffled cry came out of Bailey as her hips protectively jerked back away from the assault. I slide out until only the tip of my finger was in and played around teasing in and out of her ass. I began to slowly push back into her rectum until I reached her inner sphincter again.. I turned to look back at Paul who was now laying there wide-eyed, looking at me finger fucking his girlfriend in her ass, with an opened mouth panting with excitement.
I moved up to kiss her.
“Are you ready?
And I put a large load of lube on the head of my cock and positioned it upon her rosebud and moved it in a bit until the head of my cock had breached.
My thumb was rubbing Bailey’s clit, and despite her anxieties, she couldn’t help herself and kept moving and rotating against my thumb.
I looked at her. “Now, this is going to seem weird and counterintuitive to you, but I am going to press my cock into you and I want you to press down as if you are going to poop.”
“What?! No!”
“Trust me, you are not going to poop. I promise, It is how your brain tells your butt to open. You said you trust me. Right?”
She nodded her head.
“Okay, here we go.”
I slowly pushed in, Bailey did as told and before I knew it I was totally inside her ass feeling the tightness of it gripping me and the full body heat enveloping my cock.
I rolled around for a bit.
“How does it feel?”
“Weird. Different. Full.”
I started to move and in a few short movements, Bailey was moving to with the occasion, “Oh yes, Fuck yes. Jez, that is so good. I never knew. So good. So good.”
And we started assfucking for real.
“Amber couldn’t help but notice. I heard, “Hey that’s not fair. He’s assfucking her.”
She looked at me and said, “Throw me that lube.”
I did and she looked at Paul and said, “Put that big cock in my ass right now.”
He looked startled as Amber pulled off him and lubed up his cock and then eased her ass down on him until that large, older dick was deep inside her. And they started assfucking too.
Talk about your live porn! This was too good. Two guys, swinging, fucking the other girl’s ass and watching each other doing it.
It was too hot, I really needed to shoot.
“Bailey, you close.?”
She was panting so hard she could barely get out the yes, and the next thing I knew let out with a screaming orgasm clenching over and over on my cock that was all it took for me to start shooting rope after rope deep into her bowels.
And I heard next to me, “That fucking it, God damn it!” as Amber came. And from the grunting that followed I assume Paul was next.
Everyone collapsed into a giant heap on the large bed.
After a while, Paul threw his big paw at me and said, “That was fucking great, buddy.” Thanks. You were right.”
He looked over at Bailey, “Good for you, honey?”
She just smiled.
I didn’t have to ask. I knew it was good for Amber.
After a lot of kissing, caressing, and soft tender moments, we all extracted ourselves and I said, “Paul how large is your water heater in this rig. We have a lot of showering to do.”
“It’s like a regular house. Who wants to go first.”
I said, “Is the shower large enough for two at a time?”
He nodded yes, and I said, “Ladies first.”
They did and we talked.
“Hot as advertised?” I asked.
“Hotter.”
“Good. Any chance you would like to hook up again? I think we are all a good fit in many ways, and we have no RV friends to travel with.”
“Yes, that would be nice. I think we would like that.”
I reached down to grab our unfinished drinks, and said, “Here’s to future adventures.”
We clinked and Paul said, “To further adventures” just as the girls were done with their shower.
My host said, ” You are the guest. Please go first.”
I did, it felt great and a half hour later we were back in our little home on wheels.
“Thank you so much, my sweet love,” said Amber dreamily.
“Did that make you happy?”
“You have no idea. Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too.
She looked at me and said, “I hope you don’t want to go again tonight.”
“God no! You?”
“Please no. I’m satiated.”
“Good. How was Paul.”
“The man knows how to use his cock. So large, but it never hurt and uncut. That was fun.”
“Fun?”
“Oh honey, I don’t mean I don’t like yours. You know, something different.”
“Yeah, that’s what swinging is all about. Something different.”
“And Bailey. Do I need to get jealous?”
“I won’t deny she is hot, really hot. But she is timid and doesn’t know how to take charge in bed like you.”
Amber smiled.
No one else does it like you. And that is why you are stuck with me forever.
“And you with me too!”
And we kissed and sweet-talked until bedtime.
Next Morning Goodbyes
The incredible food-spreads by SCRAM continued for the get away breakfast. Our now usual group was around the campground, Patti, Mike, Paul, and Bailey. A different vibe was playing out. A shared intimacy that didn’t exist before.
We were all chit-chatting and discussing the traffic conditions going home, the weather, and what we had all read in the newspaper and social media, but I knew everyone was thinking about fucking. What happened, and maybe the possibilities for next time.
Eduardo and Bob finally joined us looking the worse for wear.
“Sorry,” said Eduardo. “It was Bob’s birthday last night and we are kind of dragging ass.”
“His birthday???!!!” The crowd let out with a bunch of Happy Birthdays, hugs, punches, glad-handing, and finally a loud, really bad singing of “Happy Birthday To You.”
“Thanks, you, guys,” said Bob. Sorry, I drank a bit too much tequila last night.”
We all smiled in total understanding.
“Seems like a like of fucking went on here over the last few days,” said Eduardo.
“Dude!” my dear sweet Amber said. “If you’re going to spend your entire time at the rally in your rig, drinking tequila, and fucking your husband, you are going to miss out on all of the fun motherfucker.”
And she moved on.
She leaned into me and said, “I was sort of hoping to swing with them. too.”
“Eduardo and Paul?!”
“Yeah! I wanted to see you in a London Bridge with two other guys one in your mouth and one in your ass.”
“Honey, I don’t think that is a fantasy we will ever see, but with fantasies, one never knows. Shit, Scarlett Johansson could be pulling her rig up to us right now!”
And she started to playfully punch me. “You motherfucker. You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. I’d really like to fuck Scarlett Johansson.”
And we dissolved into a delicious little cat-fight between us until it was time to disconnect the hookups, stow the rig, and start to head down the road. Our SoCal RoadRunners Summer Rally was over until the next year.
“You know I love you,” I said.
“And I love you too.”
“Happy we came here?”
“Yes.”
“Achieve your desires?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Good.”
“And we have next year.”
Amber looked deep into my eyes and said,
Thank you for this. I love you motherfucker.
What more could I add?