Camping with Bailey, part 3 [m21/f21] | 2016

The rest of the day was spent exploring the miles and miles of camp ground that this event took up. We were camping uphill, with a path leading down and branching numerous times. From the area we were camping at, you could go down to the camp dining hall, which had been remade for the event to be the noble's mansion, or turn the other way and get to a massive archery range. You could keep going down the hill and get to another camp, or further down and get to a truly epic battlefield. On the first day, we watched as hundreds of armored men fought with wooden weapons time and time again, a massive battle in the background with smaller duels happening in the fore.

Following that path further led to the lowest point in the campground, locally called “The Swamps”, where I guess people took just as much to being “trolls”, brigands, or cultists. I was told by some people to avoid the camps down in The Swamp, but they kind of struck me as the druggies, kinksters, and bullies. Now while I don't personally do drugs, and I've never been much for bullies, I am one hell of a kinkster, so when we inevitably did make contact with them, I bonded with their leader over his choice of leashes for each of his harem girls, and what kind of rope he tied people up with, and how. Managed to score a bottle of wine out of it too, so that's something.

All the way back up by our camps were The Market, which is pretty much what you expect from a Renaissance fair. All sorts of ye olde arts and crafts, a bunch of people selling extremely expensive cloths, jewelry, armor, and weapons, and a few groups doing demonstrations of their particular specialties. It was here that I found out that Jake, while having been a geek in high school, didn't actually do any of this kind of nerdiness until he started dating Renee last year, meaning this was only his second year here. Now more at ease with not being -that- new to the group, I began bonding a bit with him. Turns out that though he was carrying a sword, he'd never even swung one. On the other hand, while I'd never owned a real sword, I was part of a national group that fought with hard foam swords, so I was a dab hand as far as technique goes. Naturally, boys and toys, we got along pretty well and beat each other with demonstration swords for a while.

All of that to say that the festival was actually pretty cool, and we all got along well. As the sun began to set, people started packing up their activities and returning to their camps, and one by one campfires started to light the grounds. Cam decided to go back to her camp to grab a quick dinner, and Renee and Jake hadn't thought to bring any food, so they had to once again go to the store (although I started to suspect that “The Store” was their codeword), which left Bailey and I to go back to our camp and our fully stocked cooler of dinner goods.

No sooner had I gotten into the tent than Bailey pushed me face first onto the bed. I flipped over to see her zipping the tent back up before turning to me.

“I've had your cum running down my legs all day,” She whispered. Hiking her dress up and joining me on the bed. “And it has been driving me crazy.”

She made quick work of my pants, only bothering to fish my rapidly growing cock out of the fly before impaling herself on me, her still in her dress, me still in my cloak. True to her word, she was soaked, a mix of her built up wetness throughout the day and my lingering cum still coating her walls.

She sank down on me effortlessly, gliding all the way down until her ass met my hips.

“Oh, fuck.” she moaned, “I needed that.”

Quickly, she began to ride me, alternating between bouncing up and down my whole length and grinding her clit against my pubic bone while I was completely sheathed inside of her. She was in charge of this round. She'd been kind enough to help me this morning, so I let her take what she needed from me now.

After a few minutes, she rolled onto her back, pulling me onto her. By now it was pitch dark in the tent, and going only by feel, I pushed myself back into her slick passage. I felt down to her legs and pushed them all the way back so that her knees were against her breasts, then gave her everything I had. Crouching on my feet, I pounded away at her needy pussy, hearing her gasp and cry out.. I think I felt her pull the comforter to her mouth so she could bite down on it.

Soon I felt her fingers against the base of my cock as she rubbed her clit and she whispered, “Don't stop!”

Seconds later, she shuddered beneath me. I smiled, feeling the muscles in her legs tighten, her pussy contract around me.

“Keep going,” She whispered once she'd settled down. So I did.

I let her legs down and laid myself on top of her. Cradling her head with one hand, I began to kiss her while my other hand felt over her still clothed breasts. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, rubbing up and down my back and thighs while we kissed and rocked together, making love.

Eventually, I laid my head next to hers, enjoying listening to her little gasps and sighs, feeling her move under me, around me, feeling her hair tickle my face, and her breath warm my shoulder, but still unable to see her.

“I'm close,” I finally whispered in her ear.

“Kiss me,” she whispered back.

I did, slowly, tenderly feeling her lips against mine, feeling her gently bite my lower lip. With one final thrust, I buried myself in her and came. It felt so natural, so easy. She shivered around me, gasping gently against my lips. I could feel her smile against mine.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

“Hey, are you two done fucking in there?” came Renee's already tipsy call.

We burst out laughing and tidied ourselves up before emerging.

Even in the firelight, I could see that Jake's face was beet red, so either he was extremely embarrassed for catching us, or he'd just gotten some action himself. Cam and Renee just giggled. Over the next couple of hours, we all passed around the bottle of wine I'd gotten from the Swamp People, then a bottle of wine Cam's friends had “made”, and finally a bottle of rum.

“Was all of that stuff you said to the Swamp People true?” Renee asked at some point.

“What stuff?” I asked, passing the bottle to Bailey.

“All of the sex stuff,” Renee pressed. We'd talked about a lot of kinky stuff, so I wasn't really sure where she was going, but she clearly wasn't going to specify by herself.

“Mm, hold on,” Bailey interrupted, taking the bottle from me. She took a swig and then grabbed my collar and kissed me. Wine began spilling into my mouth from hers while her tongue sought mine out.

After a minute, she pulled back and, grinning from ear to ear, said, “ok, go ahead.”

I couldn't keep a smile from my face, nor a thousand dirty thoughts from my head, but finally I turned back to address Renee across the fire. “Yeah, I mean everything I talked about, I'd done, if that's what you're asking.”

“Really?!” this time she was asking Bailey.

“Well, some of it with her,” I hastened to explain, “Some of it in past lives. Some of it with myself, if I'm honest.”

“Like what?” Cam jumped in.

“Like what what?” I asked.

“What have you done with her, what have you done before, and what have you done with yourself?” I couldn't tell if Cam was being flirty or genuinely trying to learn from my kinky past. Maybe both?

“Well this isn't fair,” I protested, sitting up straighter, “I'm not going to divulge my entire sexual history while you all get to sit there and snicker. If I'm doing this, we're all doing this.”

A round of protests went up, apparently gaining the attention of a nearby camp, because over the noes and boos, someone called out “He's right, fair's fair!”

“Thank you!” I called out tipsily to the darkness.

Everyone laughed a bit. When the laughter died, there was a palpable tenseness. While I was fine discussing sex, and enjoyed it in fact (much to your benefit, dear reader), I got the feeling they didn't have the option very often.

“Who goes first?” Jake piped up. I think he just wanted to make sure it wasn't him.

“Why not you?” I prodded, half jokingly. He mumbled something before I quickly waved off my suggestion, “No, you're right, that's not fair. Here, we'll spin the bottle for it. Whoever it lands on goes first and so on, yeah?”

Everyone agreed. I spun the first empty bottle on the grass beside me. It landed on Bailey.

“Tch, of course!” she rolled her eyes to much protest from the rest of us. “Fine, fine. Jeez.” Her eyes rolled this way and that trying to recount everything she'd done. “Let's see.. I've masturbated with a girl,” She ticked off the accomplishments on her fingers, “given head... a lot, gotten head... a lot, had sex obviously, been tied up,” this got a woop from Renee, “had anal, had sex in public, had shower sex, had sex in a car, had multiple orgasms, squirted... uh, I think that's it.”

“All you?” Cam asked me inquisitorially.

“I think so. Most of it, anyway.”

“Everything but my first guy to blow, and the girl that I masturbated with,” Bailey clarified, “obviously.”

“Obviously,” I smiled and kissed her.

“D'awww!” Renee gushed over the fire. “Who's next?!”

I spun the bottle again, this time landing on Jake.

“Sorry buddy, now you actually are it,” I shrugged apologetically.

He chuckled and scratched his head nervously. “I uh... I guess I've had sex.”

“You guess?!” Renee punched his arm.

He chuckled tensely again. Poor kid. “No, I mean, I've had sex. I've gotten head. I think that's it.”

“No shame, man.” I tried to be encouraging. “Anything you're looking to try?” I willed myself to think into his head 'maybe you'll get the chance tonight!'.

“Uh, I don't know. I mean, yeah, a lot of things I guess.”

“Like what?” Renee piped up. I guess they hadn't had this conversation.

“Uh, I guess a threesome,” he not so covertly looked over at Bailey and I couldn't help but grin, “and um, anal maybe.”

Renee kissed him sweetly on the cheek, smiling wide. “We'll see what we can do.” She said playfully, “Now, who's next?!”

I spun the bottle, landing first on Bailey again, then on me. “Well it had to happen sometime.” I began ticking off on my fingers, “I've had and gotten head, had sex, anal, used toys alone and with partners, tied, bound, gagged, blindfolded, totured, and denied partners. Not huge on pain, so I've never whipped anyone, but nails and teeth are nice. I've had sex in a school, in a car, on a bus, in a shower, in the same room as my parents, in the same room as her parents,” I pointed to Bailey and we both smiled remembering the morning before, “in public, in a hot tub--”

“Oh yeah!” Bailey chimed. “In a hot tub to!”

“I think that's it. I don't know, I'm probably missing a few, but you get the idea.”

“How do you torture people without hurting them?” Cam asked, again apparently analyzing the conversation.

“Well, either by denying them an orgasm or by forcing them to cum over and over. Sensory deprivation also adds to that.”

“So are you a dom?” she pushed.

I thought for a minute. “I don't think so. I mean, I take charge in sexual situations if I feel like it, but I don't think that makes you a dom. I think that's a mental place, and sub is too. I think you actually have to become submissive, and allow for someone to be dominant over you, not just let them tie you up.”

She only nodded.

“So,” I spun the bottle. Cam.

She chuckled and took a swig of the bottle. “Well... I've had sex with men, with women, with black men, haven't had anal, but I kinda want to. I've had a threesome, a foursome, and a five way. I've given and gotten head from both genders. I've had a bunch of one night stands. I've had sex all over my campus, I'm not even going to bother listing places. Had sex with a soldier once, that was disappointing.”

“How so?” Bailey asked.

“Well, you expect them to have more stamina.” This got a giggle from all of the girls. “I mean, I guess it wasn't that bad. Most of my hookups have been pretty sub par, but that's what you get from college guys.”

“Jeez, I'm sorry.” I genuinely apologized. Pleasing my partner is what gets me off, so I can never understand when a guy doesn't put in any effort. “At least there's not too much time left in school, right?”

“Pff, sure, just a whole year. A whole year of terrible hookups to look forward to.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, it's your turn, miss nosey-pants.” She looked towards Renee, who seemed all of a sudden to get bashful.

“Ok, fine,” She said, just wanting to get it out of the way. “I've also had sex with a girl, and sex with a guy, I've given blowjobs and been gone down on a couple of times--”

“A couple?!” I interrupted.

“Yeah, my last boyfriend wasn't into it,”

I looked to Jake, “Well you know what you're doing tonight.”

He chuckled, embarrassed.

“I've had sex in a car, but usually it's in someone's bed. And apparently I'm going to be trying anal pretty soon,” she said, kissing Jake.

We all cheered.

The conversation went on much like this for a few hours, deviating here and there to talk about experiences or the festival, mostly about years past. Finally, we all decided to call it a night rather than look for extra firewood.

Bailey and I climbed back into our tent, hanging glow sticks from the ceiling as we did (our ingenious way of illuminating the tent enough to see each other but not enough to cast embarrassing shadows – it works too). We cuddled under a mass of blankets, now freezing in the mountains since we didn't have the fire to keep us warm.

“Jake's cute,” I whispered to her.

“He seems nice,” she smiled.

“You think you'd be up for a threeway with him and Renee?” I half teased.

“Him, maybe. Renee.... I don't know. She's been my best friend since we were babies. It would be like having sex with my sister.”

I shrugged. “Just a thought.”

“Now you, on the other hand,” began kissing me, running her hands over my chest.

It was so cold that I was content to just wait until we'd built up some body heat under the multitude of blankets we'd buried ourselves under. We were happy just taking things slow and making out, maybe grinding against each other, until we heard a gasp. We broke apart, looking at each other. It came from outside the tent door. Then it happened again, another gasp, followed by a moan.

We chuckled to each other. It was definitely Renee.

“Want to compete?” I raised my eyebrows.

Bailey bit her lip and considered briefly before nodding energetically.

I grinned and turned her around so that we were spooning. I quickly pushed my pants just down onto my thighs while she did the same. In less than a minute, I was inside of her.

Bailey gasped, and just a second after that, Renee yelped. We both laughed, me hiding my giggles in Bailey's shoulder. She began to move back on me, taking more and more of me in, which quickly dissolved any giggles I might have had.

As we began moving in rhythm, her hand grabbed my thigh, pulling me into her with more force. My own hand found her breast, massaging it in rhythm with our movements.

The funny thing about Bailey is that no matter how many times she makes me come, I always want more. She is to this day the only person who could keep up with my libido, and even then, her pure sexuality makes me want more of her. The smell of her hair and skin while I kissed her neck, the feel of her fingers gripping my hand on her breast, her nails digging into my thigh, urging me on. Her hot, wet pussy gripping me so fucking tightly.

“Oh, gods!” She let slip.

It was met by a loud “Fuck!” from Renee who actually screamed, and then a groan from Jake.

I bit Bailey's shoulder, making her gasp out loud. Her hand reached up to snake her fingers through my hair, urging me to keep biting her. My own hand slid between her legs, finding her clit, and eliciting a sudden, “Oh!”

Bailey turned her head to kiss me. “Don't stop,” she begged me between kisses, “Please don't stop!”

“Oh, gods!” Came a call from across the fire pit, “Oh, oh, oh!”

“Fuck!” Bailey hissed, curling forward in my arms, pushing her hips all the way back onto my cock as she came around me. The feeling of her soaking cunt gripping me and sliding over my cock while our neighbors and friends were fucking ten feet away sent me over the edge, and I came deep inside of her.

I honestly don't remember anything after that. It had to be pretty late, and at least a bottle of wine and a few shots in, I was tired, spent, drained, drunk, and exhausted. I fell asleep still holding Bailey tight.