Sucked and Fucked while Camping with my step-sister

bait UNLEASHED: Titillating Taboo Tales by the Campfire

There’s just something about the great outdoors that brings out the primitive, Zooeyed beast in all of us. The crisp mountain air, the crackling campfire, the hooting of distant owls – it all seems to magically transform even the most well-behaved, goody two-shoes Step-sister into a raging nymphomaniac, just begging for a big hard cock to fill her up.

And poor ol’ me, ever the dutiful brother, has to bear the brunt of all her pent-up, horny frustrations. *Sigh* I guess it’s doesn’t help that we’re hot, sexy and oozing with carnal desire. The family genes have blessed us with killer bodies, huge tits and an insatiable lust for each other.

But I get ahead of myself. Let’s rewind to the beginning of our camping adventure…

My Step-sister and I arrived at the remote campsite late in the afternoon. We quickly set up our tent, started a campfire, and heated up some dinner. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks, we snuggled up close to each other for warmth, gazing up at the stars appearing above.

“I’m so glad we could finally get away together, just the two of us,” I said, wrapping my arm around her narrow waist. She snuggled into my chest, her huge, soft boobs pressing against me that I could feel her heartbeat pick up.

“I know, this is perfect,” she purred. “A whole weekend alone in the woods. No parents, no rules. Just you and me.”

The way she said that last part, all sultry and filled with innuendo, made my cock twitch in my jeans. I gulped, realizing this was about to be a weekend to remember.

My girlfriend slowly trailed her fingers up my chest, Darren my jawline. Our eyes locked, blue on blue, as she leaned in close, her full, pouty lips parting slightly. “This is the most perfect location for a camping trip,” she cooed. “And I’m not talking about the log cabin.”

She then captured my mouth in a searing, tongue-filled kiss, grinding her voluptuous body against me. I moaned into her mouth, my hands greedily exploring her curves as the kiss deepened. She tasted like honey and sin, and I wanted to devour her.

Apparently, she wanted to devour me too – because she suddenly pulled away and stripped me naked. My big cock sprang free, throbbing and hard as diamond. Her eyes widened with lust as she took in the glorious sight of my manhood.

“It’s huge!” she gasped, wrapping her small hand around my thick shaft. She started to stroke me, her velvety skin gliding along my length. I groaned, throwing my head back in pleasure.

“That’s it baby, just like that,” I encouraged her.

But she could sense I wanted more. While one hand continued to pump my cock, the other slid down her flat tummy and between her thighs. She pulled aside her panties, revealing the glistening pink petals of her pussy. She spread herself open with two fingers, showing me her wet, hot hole, ready for fucking.

“Pound me,” she begged, as she stroked my cock. “Fuck my brains out. Make me scream like a whore.”

And I was all too happy to oblige. Turning her around, I bent her over a fallen log and delivered one hard smack on her ass cheek. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her ass out further.

I lined up my thick cock head with her weeping slit and dug my fingers into her hips. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself balls deep inside her warm, slick cunt. A guttural moan ripped from my throat at the exquisite feeling of her tight walls squeezing me.

“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder!” she begged, tossing her head back. Her tits jiggled hypnotically with each rough, powerful thrust of my hips. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the woods.

“Take it!” I growled, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair. “Take this big cock!”

Over and over I grunted and churned, pistoning my huge shaft in and out, stretching her tight hole to its limits. She cried out and panted, her ample ass rippling with every thunderous impact of my body against hers.

“Yes yes yessss!” she squealed, totally lost in ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop fucking me!”

She squeezed her eyes shut and her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy gushed, squirting hot juices all over my cock and balls. The sight of her cumming so hard sent me hurtling over the edge too. I buried myself to the hilt one last time, my cock jerking and twitching as I pumped what felt like gallons of cum deep inside her fertile pussy.

Spent and heaving, I collapsed on top of her, our bodies a sweaty, sticky mess. We laid there for a few moments, catching our breath.

“That was amazing, baby,” I finally managed to rasp out.

“Mmm, it was,” she agreed, nuzzling her face against my neck. “But don’t think we’re done yet, mister. We still have all weekend…”

And oh did we. I’m talking countless positions, indoors and outdoors. Tits flopping everywhere, hands kneading curvy asses, cum raining down. Fucking in streams and showers and even suspended from a tree branch. I had her bent over the picnic table. I had her riding me cowgirl on the lounger. I had her on her hands and knees in the fuckin mud. She blew me under the pier. Drag racing 69. The works.

The upside to camping in an isolated forest? No one to hear us moan and call out the filthiest things, most perverted taboo shit you can imagine – and we did. Filthy, forbidden things only Steps can think of, let alone do. It was as if the Devil himself had possessed us.

We fucked every inch, every surface of that place into a goddamn spit roast. Fucking brand that goddamn joint. Lordy, it was breaths and bucks and cock grinding in moist warm cunt. I was hard and chubbed all weekend. Morning, noon and night, indoors and out.

Bent over the picnic table Monument to Clit and Finger. Laid across the bed Suspended from a tree branch. All that nasty stuff you don’t want your mom to hear about blowing you a mile wide ass to ass then back. Well, before. Here. Now. What. The Fuck. EVER!

So there you have it – proof that a trip through the forest doesn’t just mean singing girl scout songs and whittling sticks anymore. Hell no! Every adventurer knows that if there’s days camping involved, it’s a given that a wild fuck session is the real meaning behind Award the Mile High Club!

p.s. That steak dinner was delicious. Didn’t forget dessert did ya