Camping with Bailey, part 6 [m21/f21] | 2016

The next morning, it was raining again, and we gathered by the campfire with a tarp running from our tent to Renee and Jake's, making our own little shanty. Each couple was bundled up together, wrapped in three or four blankets with cups of tea constantly being refilled with water from the fire to fight the chill. Cam was sadly bundled up alone. Although I wanted to offer her a spot in our cocoon, I didn't want to cross any lines with these people who I'd only met a few days before, which in itself is funny to think about given the details we'd shared.

This was officially the last day of the event, but it didn't end until nightfall and most people left after dark or stayed the night. We were in no rush to do much, so we spent our time enjoying the fire and recalling the night's events while the rain tapped on the tarp above us. I learned that Renee and Jake had scampered off well before we had, and that Jake had tied Renee up (good for him!). Cam told us that although she hadn't belly danced (as she's not wiccan and therefore didn't know about their plan), she had started dancing on her own towards the back of the feast with two guys and took both of them back to her tent. Lastly, Bailey had discovered that she fucking loved drunk sex, which would become a staple in the months of our relationship that remained. Being completely free of inhibitions and worries let her just bask in the feelings and the moment, something that she desperately needed.

We split up around lunch time, Renee and Jake going to the shop as usual, and Cam searching elsewhere. Bailey and I had a light lunch,but as the rain started to wane, she took my hand and pulled me to my feet.

“Where to now?” I asked.

She kissed me on the cheek and simply said, “you'll see.”

She led me up the path, now muddy and therefore pretty sparsely trafficked. This being a campground, it naturally had some hiking paths, we just hadn't walked them in favor of the clear cut roads. Bailey took me down one of these paths, holding my hand and making idle chit chat the whole time. The sun came up sometime during this, making the whole environment muggy and damp.

The grounds, for what it was worth, were beautiful. Having only seen fields up to this point, I was glad to get a chance to appreciate the mountain scenery, and all of these trees and plants that I'd never seen in my life. To add to that, there was a beautiful stream that we followed for some time, complete with a number of both small and large waterfalls. There was a lot of uphill and downhill climbing, which created obvious difficulties for Bailey in a dress, but we worked together to navigate the sloppy terrain. It honestly felt like a bit of an adventure, which tickled my geek brain.

Finally, we came to a place which was obviously intended for something. The trees and brush in this area created a circle about ten feet in diameter, thick enough that you couldn't see through. Directly in the center of this circle was large tree. As we entered the circle, Bailey shocked me by grabbing me, deftly unhooking my rain cloak and tearing my shirt over my head.

“What?” I laughed, watching as she undid her own cloak.

She smiled, running her hands over my chest and kissing my neck. “This is the Hallow Tree,” she said between kisses. “people sneak off to it to have illicit affairs and scandalous sex. Sometimes,” she bit my neck, “there are even orgies here.”

“And how do you know that?” I peaked an eyebrow and undid the laces on her dress.

“You hear things,” She whispered, winking at me as she backed up to the tree.

I couldn't suppress a grin. I closed the few feet between us and quickly fell to my knees, hiking her dress up and pulling her panties down to her ankles. Without hesitation, I began lapping at her clit, enjoying the new sensations of her stubble against my tongue, not caring that my knees were getting covered in mud.

Bailey mewled and ran her hands through my hair. I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder to get better access and drank in all of the juice that she was dripping. Despite being one of the dirtiest women I've ever had the amazing fortune to fuck, Bailey always tasted so clean, so unbelievably pure. She smelled like flowers and tasted like spring water. I'm not joking when I tell you that I once ran a mile to her house and immediately went down on her to slake my thirst.

I looked up when one of her hands left my hair. She pulled the top of her dress down to just below her breasts, palming one and rolling her nipple between her fingers roughly.

“Come up here, please!” she whispered, “I want to cum on your cock.”

Not being able to refuse, I stood up, first sucking on the nipple that she wasn't pinching, rolling it around my tongue and flicking it with as much intensity as she was giving the one in her hand, and then kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned as I pushed my tongue, still covered in her juices, into her mouth.

Her hands grabbed my cock through my pants and quickly set to work freeing it. Meanwhile, I began attacking her neck, drawing moans and gasps from her while I pinned her between myself and the Hallow Tree.

As soon as I was free, she pulled my rigid length directly to her slick opening, drawing me into her with her fingers.

“Oh,” she gasped, then sighed, “gods...” as I slowly filled her. The words felt particularly appropriate at the moment.

I pulled one of her legs up and began to drive her back into the tree. The whole time, I kissed her with as much passion as I could, knowing that this was literally a religious experience for her. Her hands trailed up my back, up my shoulders, and her fingers found their way once again into my hair, holding my lips to hers while she moaned into me.

My free hand found her breast again and massaged it in time with my thrusts. When I pinched the nipple between my thumb and fingers, she threw her head back. I took the opportunity to return to her neck, kissing, nibbling, and sucking every inch.

“More,” she moaned, one hand holding my head while the other scratched at my back. “More, please!”

I did my best, basically holding her up and pounding her into the tree as fast as I could. I could feel her begin to tense in my arms, whimpering and squirming against me. Her hand on my back trailed up, nails increasingly digging in as her orgasm built, over my shoulders and then up to the tree above her head. I watched as she held it, caressed it, and then dug her nails into it as she came, moaning from deep down inside.

As she came back down, both of her arms wrapped around my neck, holding my body tight against hers. She buried her face in my neck, her breath catching with every powerful thrust into her.

“Keep going,” she whispered into my ear.

She held me desperately. She'd become soaked, more slick that I'd ever felt her before. I could feel her juices running down her ass onto my hand, and down my cock and balls, dripping down my thighs. Tremors ran continually throughout her whole body, making her literally shake in my arms. I'm not sure if she was continually coming, or just that turned on, but I didn't dare stop.

“Cum for me,” she whispered in my ear, “Cum for me, please!”

“You'll have to convince me,” I smiled, pressing my forehead against hers, “You've built up my stamina lately, I'm not terribly close.”

A particularly strong shudder ran through her at the thought of this going on even longer.

“Please, I want your cum.” She whispered, her eyes clearly conveying that she was telling the truth. “I need it. I need your cum in my body. Please, I'm begging you.”

I picked her up in my arms and threw myself into her, fucking her has hard as my body would let me. Her nails dug into my back and neck. She cried out shamelessly, basking in the moment.

Finally, I kissed her hard and felt her quake around me as I shot rope after rope deep into her. I could feel the shivers run from her core out to her fingers and toes with every pulse I made inside of her.

Before I could even catch my breath, she dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock, still covered in both of our cum. She hungrily devoured it all, soaking her face in her own juices which had coated my cock, balls, and thighs. When she was content with cleaning me, she scooped every drop of our combined cum out of her pussy and licked her fingers clean over and over.

I stood back in awe. This was certainly not the first time she'd tasted us together, as I mentioned before, that was one of her favorite things in the world, but I'd never seen her so hungry for it, starving for every drop.

After a solid minute of scooping all of our cum off of me, out of her, and off of her face, she kissed me hard. I realized that I was tasting my own cum for the first time, but didn't care. She was so turned on, so incredibly erotic and shaking with hormones and endorphins, I knew that this was for her. Whatever this was, all of this, it was important enough to her to make her quake and shiver, have the most powerful orgasms I'd ever seen her have, and make her starving for more. Fuck, how could I object to anything at this point?