Summer Camp Slut: My Wild Woods Blowjob and First Anal Pounding

Mist hung heavy in the Corrèze woods. Seven a.m. sharp. Just me, Sandrine, and him—the camp leader. Days of stolen glances at the deserted site. His confident stride. My black tight shorts hugging my ass cheeks. Beige turtleneck sweater molding my perky tits. I caught him staring. Hard. We trudged an hour. No mushrooms. Sat on that rough rock. Sweat beaded on my neck. Heart pounding already.

He smirked. ‘I know one mushroom spot. Pink and thick.’

The Approach

My pussy clenched. No more playing scout girl. ‘Show me. Now.’

He stood. Zipper rasped loud in the quiet forest. Out sprang his rock-hard cock. Veiny. Pink head glistening. I gripped it. Firm. Hot. ‘Pretty mushroom.’ Stroked slow. Felt it throb. Leaned in. Inhaled his musky scent. Mixed with pine and earth. Tongue flicked the slit. Salty pre-cum. Then engulfed him. Lips stretched wide. Sucked deep. Bobbed fast. Gagged a bit. Loved it. His hands tangled in my wavy hair. Groaned low. ‘Fuck, Sandrine.’

He tensed. ‘Gonna cum.’ I doubled down. Tongue swirled. Throat milked. Boom. Hot jets blasted. Filled my mouth. Overflowed. Thick cum dribbled down my chin. Onto my sweater. Gulped greedy. Like finest cream. Eyes watered. Choked but swallowed every drop I could. Pulled off with a pop. Licked lips. Obscene mess. Wiped with tissue. Silent walk back. Camp dead quiet. Slipped away. Changed. Acted nunuche all day. But our eyes locked. Fire. Sheer filth hidden.

Night fell. Tent stuffy. Nathalie snored like a chainsaw beside us. Eleven-thirty. Couldn’t wait. My hand snaked into his sleeping bag. Found his thickening cock. Through cotton briefs. Hard instantly. Yanked it free. Dove under duvet. Smell hit—sweat, man, arousal. Sucked quiet. Slurpy wet sounds muffled. His fingers roamed my back. Down to ass. Kneaded cheeks. Slid aside my white cotton panties. Index finger circled my puckered hole. Slick already. Pushed in knuckle-deep. I rocked back. Muffled moans on his shaft.

Whispered hot. ‘Sanitary block. If you want more than a finger up your tight ass.’

Five minutes. There. Grey capris skin-tight. White cashmere turtleneck screaming fuck me. He yanked me in. Locked door. Kissed hungry. Tongues battled. Tasted forest on him. ‘Ready to give me that virgin ass?’

Blushed. Soaked. ‘Yes. Fuck it raw.’

The Explosion

Pushed me to stall. Sat on toilet seat. Spun me around. Ass at his face. Pee smell mixed with my dripping pussy juice. Rolled capris to knees. Spread cheeks. His tongue attacked. Licked rim. Probed deep. Wet sloppy circles. I bucked. ‘Oh god, eat my ass.’ Hole winked open. Begging.

‘Want my cock in there?’

‘Yes! Fuck my ass. Stretch me. Own it.’

Straddled reverse. Legs flexed. Ass grazed his tip. Pressed back. Saliva lubed. Gland popped past ring. Burned like fire. ‘Hurts!’

‘Breathe. Push down. Gonna feel so good.’

Inched. Inch. Full hilt. Rectum gripped like vice. Stayed still. Sweat poured. Then rocked hips. Circles slow. Pain melted. Pure bliss. Bounced harder. Slaps echoed. ‘Deeper! Fuck my shithole! I’m your anal slut!’ He gripped hips. Thrust up. ‘Dirty whore. Gonna tell Nathalie you’re toilet-fucked.’

That snapped me. Cambered. Howled low. Walls spasmed. Orgasmed brutal. Shook violent. Milked him. He grunted. Flooded my guts. Hot spurts deep. Animal grunts. Collapsed together. Kissed sweaty necks. Fingers traced skin.

Lifted slow. Popped out. Cum leaked. Pulled up pants. Slipped out. Walked silent. Tender kiss under stars. Back to tents. Innocent faces tomorrow. But nights? Endless filthy romps. Secret forever.