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

Anne and George go Camping in France - Part 2

... naked people fucking all around them. It was Anne who broke the spell, however, and roused them from their post prandial lethargy. Jumping up, she exclaimed, "Come on you three, it's time to go, I will go mad if I don't get fucked very soon, my cunt is aching for a cock, especially this one," and leaning forward she grabbed hold of Jan's rock-hard penis and gave it a none-to-gentle tug. Anne and Jan led the way back to the tents, both impatient to get on with the main business of the night. George and Margrethe followed, but at a rather more leisurely pace, stopping every so often to embrace, each kiss and caress fuelling their mounting excitement. By the time George arrived to unzip the awning and get the loungers out from where they were stowed beneath the tent, Anne was already on her knees on the grass, deep-throating Jan's shaft, and feverishly sliding her fingers between her engorged lips into her sopping wet cunt. This sight of his wife in lost in the throes of unbridled lust turned him on even more, and his cock started to throb and twitch in time with his racing pulse. While his back was turned, Margrethe, unable to wait any longer, had lain down on the grass beside Anne, and was lasciviously holding her pussy lips apart like a common whore. "Come and fuck me now George," she said, "forget the chairs, and come and put that magnificent weapon into my hot little hole. Look how wet I am." George needed no further prompting, and taking his place between Margrethe's ...

... thighs, plunged his cock deep into her in one swift thrust, and started fucking her with short, savage strokes. Taking George's cue, Jan pulled out of Anne's mouth, and pushing her back onto the ground to lie beside his wife, was soon matching George thrust for thrust, filling Anne with exquisite sensations beyond anything she had ever known before. She was beyond thought, lost in a world of utter bliss, orgasm after orgasm washing over her in waves, each peak higher than the last, mounting to crescendo of ineffable rapture. George was aroused in a way he had never experienced before. It seemed that it in shedding his clothes he had also broken free of the inhibitions of thousands of years of civilisation. For the first time in his life he was set free to enjoy his sexuality in a new and transcendent way. Everything that had gone before seemed pallid and insipid by comparison to this illicit and dangerous pleasure, which shattered all the petty rules of respectable behaviour., and the sensations coursing through his body seemed almost primal in their intensity. Seeing the faraway look in his eyes, Margrethe pulled him roughly down until his weight was resting on her breasts, "Stop thinking George," she cried out, "and let yourself be carried away on a tide of lust. Just fuck me until I scream. I want to feel used. Fuck me harder, fill me with your hot cum, I want to feel it trickling down my arse-hole," and she sucked his tongue hungrily into her mouth in a kiss of urgent desire, ...