The Adventures of Karen: The Camping Trip - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Karen: The Camping Trip

... bottle of wine in the cooler,” I answered, trying to get up. “No need!” she said as her head slid down over my belly and her lips pursed as they came in contact with my helmet. “This will do just fine.” Her mouth opened just enough to slip it in and she sucked on it, draining the pre-cum that had formed at the slit. She turned and presented me with her ever-so-neatly trimmed bush and said, “Keep yourself occupied with this.” and lowered it to my face, tickling my nose with the short, curly, red-orange hairs. As she lowered herself, she sighed, “Ahhhh, yes. Use that talented tongue, Grey.” Not wanting to waste any time talking, I sunk my tongue into her wetness, lapping up the sweet nectar as it seeped from her cunt. Her musky scent invaded my head, as I relentlessly licked and sucked on the succulent flesh of her womanhood. Karen did her damnedest to take control and not gag as she pulled my cock deep into her throat, feeling the bloated helmet as it slid in and out. As good as she was, I was just a bit better; making her cum for what I hoped was the first time tonight. It was then that I heard the voices. “Well Len, look what we have here!” Looking up from between Karen’s thighs, I saw three men standing over us. The second man replied, “Looks like as fine an ass as I’ve ever seen, Jake. What do you think Ned?” The third man added, “And that ass is going to look mighty fine hanging off my dick.” Needless to say, the interruption shriveled my cock instantly. “You guys can’t ...

... just barge in here like this! Just leave! Go about your business elsewhere.” “Big talk for an old gomer outnumbered three to one.” Karen interrupted my attempt at being macho, saying, “It’s alright, Grey.” The one called Len said, “That’s one pretty smart lady you got there. Follow her lead and everything will turn out just fine.” He began to unbuckle his jeans, adding, “Now, pretty lady, you need to get up on your hands and knees.” Turning again to me he said, “You, gomer, you can lay there and watch.” Unable to react without Karen’s assistance, I lay there, watching as she lifted herself off me, ass sticking in the air in silent invitation. Len knelt down after shucking his pants and boxers, aiming his well-endowed uncut cock at Karen’s prize. He peeled back the skin on his shaft, revealing a helmet already glistening with pre-cum. I wanted to do something, but there really wasn’t anything effective that I could do, so watched. Lens bulbous cock head nuzzled against Karen’s lust swollen lips, stretching them out as he slowly sank inside. I heard a moan as Karen adjusted herself to better accommodate the invader, wiggling her ass as he disappeared inside. He emerged slowly, his cock thoroughly coated with her ample juices. Increasing his speed, Len thrust deep and withdrew again, and again, and again, his balls slapping Karen’s cunt lips with each stroke. I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene inches from my face, yet, at the same time I wondered, what could I do to stop it? ...