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Road-trip: Caravan Park Girls
A politically correct married guy encounters genuine slut trailer trash times three: [Chas, Beth and Erica’s road-trip between college and university]
It was either the local caravan park or three weeks at my mother-in-law’s. Some choices in life aren’t really options.
Fiona and I were just back from working in Japan for two years. I had taught ESL and so had Fee with a TESSOL Certificate. We were now waiting for the rental lease on our house to expire so we could really be home. Fiona was happy to be back nursing but wasn’t appreciating the night shifts, while I had time on my hands as a teacher arriving back before my leave without pay break expired.
At least the caravan park was quiet during the day for Fee to get some sleep. It was actually a very picture-scenic location on a fry-pan point by the river though neither of us really appreciated it. The park was actually fairly empty, as the peak holiday season was a week away. So I was surprised to get up just after Fee had crawled into bed dog tired for a heavy sleep to see a battered old combi van with a canvas side annex two bays over from our hired caravan.
I was thinking dreadlocks, counter-culture, dole bludging dudes and d**gs before I checked myself to stay non-judgemental politically correct. Oh the world we live in, we all have to be: no offence given and too careful with language; so we don’t actually call a pussy a pussy.
Well a pussy is a pussy, on an attractive girl. The tall stunning athletic lass with long free flowing brunette hair, who came through and opened up the canvas flap of the annex on the van’s site, was camel toe perfection. Her knickers if she was wearing any would have to be prised from her gorgeous slit, so tightly fitting were her yellow shorts. She started doing some athletic stretches and god was she toned. Just a frickin sexy well proportioned body. Political correctness was arrant nonsense with a boner stirring creature so close and so sexy. Hey, check yourself I told myself, basic respect for the girl.
Well my lucky morning got even better as the cutest barely legal natural blonde I had seen in a long while, came yawning out of the canvas gap. She had on a pink t- shirt and the filmiest excuse for shorts sleepwear I had ever seen, then I realised it was her underwear, but it was her titty wobble and nipples jutting into her cotton top, that had me, well: that; and her wide open mouth. Her mouth looked like it was searching for a cock or two for breakfast. Yeah, there were cockatoo’s in the caravan park. Steady yourself mate, I said to myself, don’t turn the young woman into a fantasy slut.
The blonde, the brunette; I was enjoying my eyes and my filthy mind was despite myself wandering over the pair. But it canlı bahis şirketleri was the appearance of a redhead that made my cock go fully stiff. Well she didn’t leave much to the imagination. All I thought as I took in her body was thank-you god for politically incorrect tarts. She was topless and her perky tits were wasted untouched. Her mouth was a sassy hole designed to suck cock. Her black thong was well there, but I think the term tear drop is the correct phase, I mean fuck it didn’t cover anything except her slit and all it did was draw attention to her girly crack. Here was disdain for political correctness. I think I could have called this young woman a slut and she would have liked it.
Here I was a married man, at seven-thirty a.m. in the morning, my wife just back from night shift, tucked into bed with a kiss and sleeping but I was perving lustfully on three gorgeous young women. Of course I should have just gone for my intended jog but my cock was urging me to step over into the girl’s territory. Screw moral rectitude. But I didn’t move.
Then the brunette waved. I waved back. Yeah I really should have head off in the other direction and jogged my sex drive out of me or saved it for Fee before she went to work tonight. But the blonde, the angelic looking one, blew me a sweet inviting kiss and I was moving with intent to their camping site. The sultry red head didn’t have to do anything, she was a cock magnet and her body was enjoying at the moment being ravished by my greedy eyes.
I was immediately corralled by girls in the best possible way and was led into their annex. Imagine a harem. A personal retinue of sluts. My basic white t-shirt, my track pants and jocks were speed stripped off me. Hands were all over my body, driving my flesh insane with sexual need. The blonde’s mouth was so sweet, yet her tongue work was so dirty in my mouth. The brunette had my cock in her hand. The trashy red head was finger rimming my arse, the savvy bitch.
They all seemed to know intuitively how to share a guy, like they were well experienced in ganging up on a dude. They let the blonde have my cock first. Her cute , butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth eyes, yet my cock felt like perfectly moulded flesh in her warm wet O shaped gob. I was getting a head job from an angel. The brunette was tweaking my nipples at the same time. Insane pleasure. While the red head was sucking off my nuts in turn, under the blonde.
God they knew how to share and I realised I was going to get the whole box of chocolates, if I could control my wad, but hell it was hard, as the brunette sucked along my shaft like an act of oral intercourse. God she was good. The tempo, her pacing, her sucky pursed lips, her tongue somehow getting under my glans canlı bahis in her mouth for the most sensational of pleasures. The blonde was kissing my chest. So sensual. My body heightened to touch. The red head was licking my arse crack and I nearly lost my load, along with my pre-cum in the brunette’s mouth.
The red head felt my jerk and took control. She moved swiftly and gripped my throbbing cock along its base and helped stay my untimely explosion. I got my second hard on, as it were. Oh the bitch was crafty, pure selfish need I realised, as she gave me the deepest ever throat love my cock had the happy satisfaction to receive. She was like one of those circus performers who swallow a sword. God my cock was completely encased somewhere down her throat. Shameless, politically incorrect slut depth and I loved it. And she did too.
Did I deserve more, well no, not as a cheating bastard of a husband, but my cock was on auto pilot and needed pussy, it had been teased too far. The brunette knew the blonde couldn’t wait. Suddenly I was eased back into one of those fold out camping chairs and the blonde was facing away from me, but her spread out fetching peachy ivory skinned butt cheeks were angled to expose the cutest pair of girly fairy wing shaped pinkish flaps I had ever seen. Really open, glossy wet, natural moisture glistening, poised over my cock knob, then spread over my pecker head, then working fast up and down my shaft. My cock in the sweetest of tight slits. The joy made more rewarding by her moans of pleasure. She was a cock in pussy craving whorette. I don’t know what that made the brunette who grabbed my head and twisted it slightly to the side so my tongue could lick out her stunning trimmed dark pubed love nest. My face buried in her mound. My tongue delving and licking everywhere.My tongue then guided to lick her tight puckered arse.
The red head was sucking off her girl friends tits. I realised they were all trailer trash bi. But I was glad.
My cock was enjoying the tightest pussy of my life. The blonde angel was true pecker heaven. God she knew how to work her body up off a cock , hold her poise with the tip of a cock in her and use her thighs, her arse and gravity to drop down the length of a male shaft with stunning wrapping girly flesh.
My tongue was tangled happily, alternating between the brunette’s arsehole and pussy.
My cock was smeared with fem-juices and smothered in slut lust. It couldn’t get better, could it?
Then brunette moved her happy pussy and tight butt hole from my face and whispered in the blonde’s ear. The blonde was off my pecker. My cock momentarily forlorn.
I didn’t have time to realise what I was getting till my cock was rimming and being guided with expert precision into the brunette’s bahis siteleri arse, like her friend, facing away from me. Just what these girls were up to and capable of I was finding out fast. The red head had to have fingered and gaped the brunette’s arse while I was lost licking her pussy. Her arsehole was too cock ready. My dick was just welcomed into her tight beautiful relaxed constriction like moving from one table to the next in speed dating. My cock had been transferred from the blonde’s tight pussy into the brunette’s stunning bum crack. The tall athlete knew how to work her butt furrow off a cock. I couldn’t believe the traction and the movement she got. She was so strong in her thighs. She was total anal sex delight. Cock bliss in a bum-hole. If Fee had come through the tent flap I wouldn’t have stopped, this was the arse I was going to cream. Well I would have, if the red head hadn’t urged her friend to share the dick inside her.
There was another brief moment of disappointment. I wanted the brunette’s arse. However, the wranger was the dirtiest, skankiest, yet most amazing female I had ever been with and I had had my fair share before Fee. Her arse and pussy and my cock were a flexion of smutty mind blowing pleasurable action in a stunning cavalcade of undreamed sexual misdeeds. She gave me her arse facing towards me, our eyes locking, her butthole so clenching, my cock couldn’t believe its luck, another great arsehole. But she was a first rate trollop, as she gave me her pussy too. Arse to pussy just like that. Her sweet wet coochie, so warm and clasping too. Holding cock as males dream a pussy will hold cock. Then she gave me her butt back. The dirty, dirty girl. Pussy to arse, tightness to enveloping squeezing. Cock pleasure beyond expectation. My cock enjoying her arse. Then my pecker got to ferret in her pussy. Then my rod was hammering her arse again. Then my cock was pummelling her sopping pussy. Finally; I creamed her arse in a blur of sexual delirium. A male volcanic release.
I was sweat saturated. I didn’t need a morning jog. Hell my heart rate was up. The calories burned off. Well for a while.
They offered me coffee and invited me to share in their pancakes, as they got them ready. The brunette, I learnt was Erica, an athlete, no surprise there. The blonde was Beth, Bethany, a musician; well she certainly knew how to work a male instrument. And the red head was Chastity, thankfully fully misnamed; a languages lass and well she knew the lingo of harlotry.
I should have done the right thing and got back to check on my sleeping Fee, but the three vixens invited me after a languid breakfast into their van. I mean I’d experienced damn near everything their three bodies had to offer in the annex, but cock, it wants it all, and they were offering it all. The van space was cramped, but I was thinking of other tighter petite spaces; like the blonde’s arse hopefully, the lithe brunette’s pussy and the red head, well; she was a mobile Kama Sutra.
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