Jenna Jameison: Erotica for Women with Explicit Sex

It didn’t take much longer for Becca to come. Arching her back and gripping the sand with both hands, she screamed, “oh fuuuuuck!” and her eyes bulged. As she was writhing in pleasure, Jim pulled out and let loose an absolutely massive rope of cum that splashed across Becca’s stomach and up onto her breasts. She didn’t even look like she noticed. It was a powerfully erotic sight.

I was so turned on that I lifted Jen up and pushed her gently down onto her hands and knees on the sand. I moved with her, staying inside her, until I was on my knees behind her. I then grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her hard and fast. To our left, I heard Alan say that he was going to come. Not wanting him to come inside her, Lisa jumped off and quickly spun around, moving her breasts underneath Alan’s cock. A second later, he unloaded on her, soaking her tits with cum. That, in turn, seemed to trigger Jen, who shuddered and squealed. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Not knowing if it was safe to come inside her, I pulled out and let go. My cum shot clear across her ass and up onto her back.

For the first time in a long time, there was no longer anyone fucking or fooling around. We were all just lying or sitting there, catching our breath or cleaning ourselves off. I’m not going to lie. It was more than a little awkward. No one had any idea what to say. Jim was the first to rouse himself and kiss Becca on the forehead and saying “you’re lovely” before standing up. Jen gave me a peck on the cheek before getting up to join him. The two held hands as they walked away into the night.

As the rest of us were returning to our respective cots, Alan switched off the lantern. Just before it went off, plunging us all into darkness, Lisa and I made eye contact. I had wanted so badly to be with her one last time, and by the look of regret in her eyes, I sensed the feeling was mutual. Had we missed our last chance?

It turns out the answer was no. A few hours later, as I lay on top of my sleeping bag, next to Becca, I was awoken by a kiss. I assumed it was Becca, at first, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized it was actually Lisa leaning over me. I turned to my right and saw that Becca was still asleep. By this time, Lisa was tugging on my shorts, pulling them down and then off entirely. And then, before I had time to even think about what was happening, she had her lips around my cock. Within seconds, I was hard. She didn’t spend long down there, just long enough to get me good and ready. Then she slowly climbed onto my cot, straddling me. She had a tank top on but nothing below the waist. Once she was in position, she reached back and gently guided my cock inside her. Of all the multitude of sexual encounters I’d had on this trip, this was the first where we were actually trying not to make noise. And it was refreshing in that way. Lisa was moving very slowly, very delicately, silently gliding up and down on my cock. Remarkably, Becca had still not woken up.

After a few minutes, I reached up and gently pulled down the straps of her tank top, pulling the entire thing down to her waist and freeing her breasts. She leaned into me, dangling her breasts over my mouth. I sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other. Then she leaned back, sitting upright as I reached forward with both hands, fondling her breasts. Her hips were now moving a little faster, grinding against me. It was at this point that Becca finally stirred. As she opened her eyes, I could tell that she was having trouble processing what she was seeing. Lisa reached over and put a hand on her arm. She leaned in and whispered, “I’m sorry, Becca, I didn’t get my chance earlier. I hope you’re not mad.”

I held my breath, not really sure how she’d respond, but all she did was smile and roll over onto her side, facing us. Taking that as permission to continue, Lisa resumed her slow movement, her hands now resting on my bare chest, her breasts squeezed together between her arms. Becca was watching us intently and, to my surprise, I saw her hand move down into her shorts. I turned my head to face her and for a moment our eyes locked. Then we were kissing, gently at first, but then very passionately. Lisa seemed to get off on this. The more Becca and I kissed, the more urgent Lisa’s movements became and the closer she got to orgasm. When I knew she was getting close, I turned back toward her and leaned forward, propping myself up on my arms and burying my face in her tits. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, Lisa suddenly and silently came, her whole body shuddering.

When she’d stopped shaking, I gently pushed her off and rolled over onto Becca’s cot. I was on my knees, facing Becca, who was now lying on her back, looking up at me. I reached down and pulled off her shorts. Then I pulled her toward me until my cock was resting on her pussy. Gently, I reached down and moved the tip of my cock against her clit in a circular motion, teasing her. I did it again and again, causing Becca to moan softly. As I was doing this, Lisa moved around behind me and I felt her breasts press up against my back and her arms reach around me. At first she just touched my chest, but her hands soon made their way lower and lower until they were touching my cock and balls. She stroked my cock a few times and then lined it up with Becca’s opening. I leaned in and buried my cock inside Becca. It felt so comfortable and familiar, like finally sleeping in your own bed after a long trip. Becca was now stroking her clit with her finger as I slowly thrust in and out. We didn’t try to draw things out. Neither of us had the energy. In less than a minute, we were both there. It felt so amazing to come inside her, to orgasm right at the same moment she did, her eyes bulging the way they always did just as her orgasm washed over her.

When it was done, I kissed Lisa one last time. She smiled at Becca and then got up and returned to her cot, where Brent remained asleep.

The last day was somewhat anticlimactic. There was no more sex. No more nudity (no need to bathe in the cold river when hot showers awaited us). And no one really seemed to want to talk about the sexual escapades of the last night (or the entire week for that matter). We rafted the last few miles and then were taken by helicopter out of the canyon in small groups. At Bar Ten Ranch, we all showered, shaved, and changed into clean clothes. It felt wonderful, but as we sat down to eat lunch, it already felt like everything that had happened in the canyon was something that happened in another life. I knew it wasn’t something that would or could continue. It was unsustainable. And it needed to be contained if we wanted to return to some semblance of normalcy in our lives. We didn’t even need to discuss it. We just all knew.

That was six months ago and nothing even remotely like those nights in the canyon has happened to us since. Becca and I have returned, at least for now, to our normal, monogamous marriage. But though we rarely talk about what happened, we haven’t forgotten about it either. The memories, powerful as they are, will always be there, waiting for the right opportunity to lead to mischief.