I Crossed the Line 2

"This is a contuation of "I Crossed the Line""

The next day, after the rabbit and salad breakfast, was spent with Larry and Terry having pissing contests with rifles and pistols to see who was the better shot. They called it target practice. It kind of made me nervous as a cat with all the gunfire. I was still uncertain if Larry had found out about Terry and I, and his reaction if he had.

As the day passed, I began to settle down a little.

Along about noon or so Larry went off by himself with a .22 rifle to see if he could find something for lunch. While he was gone Terry kept trying to get me back on the picnic table, but I was afraid Larry would return and catch us. Remember the .22 rifle?

I did let him take me for a little walk through the trees and kiss a little. While kissing he kept stealing feels on my breast and butt.

When we got back to the camp, Larry had returned with several squirrels and some water cress. He had stuffed the squirrels with a little sage, roasted them, and served the water cress as a cool salad.

Much of the rest of the day, we all three sat around chatting and enjoying the day and into the evening.

Again Larry retired to the station wagon before Terry and I.

After about a half hour, Terry started kissing and feeling my breasts again. I have to admit I did nothing to discourage him.

I was having trouble relaxing enough to enjoy it too much for fear Larry would wake up and discover us, so Terry suggested we go to another camp site a few yards away. We walked hand in hand to the other picnic table.

Upon reaching the other table, Terry boldly started nibbling on my neck. Remember how that affects me? As he was nibbling, he started to take off my blouse and bra. Next he unfastened my pants and started sliding them down my legs. For some reason he left my panties up.

He next started to very lightly slide his hands over my body as he kissed along it. After a long, agonizing journey down my body, he was kneeling in front of me with his longer than average tongue grazing over my clit.

I came immediately.

He then lifted my butt onto the edge of the table and started inserting his tongue into my hole. It reached in far enough to reach my g-spot. As he moved his tongue around the inside I began cumming so intensely that I feared passing out. My head started swimming in my scull and my vision began to fade away.

In the fog of my brain, I remember him sliding a single finger into my anal opening. I normally hate anal anything, but for some reason it seemed so erotic this time. He then he starting pressing on the back of the colon at the base of my spine. I immediately came again. Suddenly he withdrew completely away from me, and I felt so empty at that moment.

As the fog lifted from my brain, I saw he was undressing.

He lifted me off the table and turned me facing it.

He then stepped in behind me and guided his hard as stone member to my throbbing pussy. This time he just lunged forward into the hole and buried himself to the base in one stroke.

I screamed out in pain so loud it echoed.

Gone was the gentle actions he exhibited before.

After standing buried in me for a couple of minutes, he began pounding into me with force enough to slam my legs into the edge of the table. Strange as it seemed to me, I began to enjoy the rough treatment, and I began to cum as it felt that he was bruising my lungs and diaphragm.

The orgasm started somewhere deep inside me and rolled through me like an avalanche. I came so hard that the tremors hurt.

He pounded me that way for a long time. It seemed like hours, but was probably closer to about ten minutes.

I thought his peter was large, but as he began to dump inside me, it grew even more and the pulsing seemed to be trying to split me. Then as he started to shoot inside me, I was suddenly relieved by the lubrication and heat form his sperm. I exploded into the strongest orgasm yet.

After he was finished cumming, he just slid my panties back over the hole, put my pants back on, and walked away.

How can someone so gentle one minute be so crass the next.

I don’t know why, but I felt I had fallen in love with him in that moment.

I followed him toward our camp putting on my bra and blouse as I walked. When we got back to the camp, I just crawled into the station wagon beside my husband. He turned to me and cuddled up to me. For some reason, this time I felt comforted.

I reaked from the smell of sex, but I hoped he was to much asleep to notice.

The next morning I slipped out before he woke, and got cleaned up and changed clothes.

While Larry went hunting for breakfast, Terry woke and came to me and apologized for his actions the night before. The funny thing is that I got more angry at him for apologizing than I did for his actions.

We shared a long, wet kiss.

A few minutes later, Larry returned with a rattlesnake. I was thinking, “No way am I eating that thing.”
Actually, after some persuading from Larry, I found it to be quite tasty.

We packed up the things, and left for home right after breakfast.

In my mind I was relieved that Larry had not found out about my indiscretions.

It was several months later, after he caught us in another indiscretion, that I told him of the camping episode.