Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2

When Anne woke the following morning, she stretched, and looking down at the dried cum on her breasts, smiled as she remembered the events of the night before. She felt a curious sense of liberation, and knew that she was going to enjoy this new world of licentious sexual pleasure that they had stumbled into. She turned her head and looked across at George, still quietly snoring beside her. She had been so surprised when he had taken Margrethe up on her invitation with such enthusiasm, hardly recognising her previously rather sexually unadventurous husband. Her pussy started to tingle as she recalled her excitement at watching him lapping at Margrethe's cum soaked pussy until she climaxed again in obvious and noisy pleasure. The tingling grew even stronger as she remembered how she had licked and sucked Jan's beautiful cock until he was on the verge of coming, and her fascination at the amount of semen that he ejaculated into her open mouth and over her boobs as he too enjoyed his second climax of the evening. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before - and she liked it, oh how she liked it! The evening had ended in a most glorious climax when Margrethe and Jan had returned the compliment as it were, and licked and sucked George and Anne to further heights of rapture. The erotically charged sight of George thrusting his cock in and out of Margrethe's mouth, his buttocks straining, and his balls contracting, as he pumped his load into her, to her obvious ...

... satisfaction, had only increased the intensity of Annes' own amazing orgasm. The heady pleasure of their joint abandonment to pure unadulterated lust acted on her like a drug, and she knew that she wanted more, all her former moral scruples about extra marital sex lying in ruins. After several minutes luxuriating in her lascivious memories, Anne dug George in the ribs to wake him up, jumped out of bed, and grabbing a towel, headed off to the wash block. There was a new confidence in her step as she strode between the ranks of tents, proud of the fact that the men, and perhaps the women too, might be aroused by the sight of her naked body. How dramatically she had changed in the last twenty four hours, or maybe it was just the release of feelings long suppressed beneath a veneer of polite respectability. Standing beneath the stream of hot water in the shower, Anne had the sensation that all the inhibitions of her former life were being flushed away, and like a butterfly breaking out of its chrysalis, a new more beautiful being was emerging into the light. She caressed her breasts, taking pleasure in their weight and softness, and gently parting the folds of her pussy, she began to masturbate, excited by the idea that someone might be watching. Her eyes closed, and lost in these new delights of blatant public sexual display, she didn't notice that Jan had entered the cubicle with her. When he pushed her hand aside, she almost melted with pleasure at the exquisite sensations his long ...