Jenna Jameison: Erotica for Women with Explicit Sex

Twenty minutes later, virtually everyone, including us, had made their way to their cots and the camp had grown quiet. I was starting to doze off when I heard it. It was the sound of a cot nearby creaking with a consistent rhythm. I focused on the sound. It continued, for much too long to be someone merely tossing and turning. We soon got confirmation of our suspicions in the form of a woman moaning. There was no question that a couple was having sex, and they couldn’t have been more than 20 feet from us. Becca rolled over onto her side, touched my arm, and whispered “oh my god” into my ear.

“I know,” was all I said back, as I reached inside my sleeping bag and grasped my rapidly growing cock. The sounds grew louder and the moans and vocalizations more frequent. I couldn’t make out who the woman’s voice was other than it wasn’t Alesha or Lisa. But whoever it was, I was building toward a spectacular orgasm, and it was enormously arousing to listen to. I couldn’t help but stroke my cock.

I wasn’t doing it for long when I felt the top of my sleeping back being pulled down. Becca’s hand grabbed a hold of my cock and took over. Moments later, the woman belted out “oh god, oh god, oh god” before trailing off, clearly in the throes of an orgasm. Becca stopped stroking my cock to listen, whispering “holy shit” in my ear. “Who do you think that was?” she finally asked.

“No idea,” I whispered back, trying to hide my disappointment that it was over. But no sooner had the sounds of the mystery couple died down than more sounds began, this time on the other side of us. We could hear sounds of creaking cots and heavy breathing. And then there was even more noise, coming from a whole different direction. Over the next few minutes, sounds of sex slowly emerged from all over the camp. It was as if everyone had, all at once, realized the kind anonymity the cloudless sky provided and was determined to make the most of the opportunity.

Becca and I were no different. I felt her climb onto my cot. She must have taken her shorts and panties off while we were listening because, as soon as she was straddling me, I felt her guide my cock into her already very wet pussy. She gasped audibly as I entered her and within seconds was rocking up and down on my cock and kissing me furiously, our cot creaking loudly with every movement. After a few minutes, she began to moan and sigh loudly. I sat up and gently lifted off her tank top, followed by my own shirt. It was so dark that I still couldn’t really see anything. But we were now completely naked. Our sweaty bodies sliding against each other in the warm pitch black night, while sounds of other couples having sex echoed all around us. It was completely intoxicating and surreal.

At one point it dawned on me that Brent and Lisa, who had set up their cots less than ten feet to our right, were making loud slapping sounds. While I couldn’t see them, I pictured Lisa getting fucked doggy-style and it was almost too much too take. The sounds were so loud throughout the camp that I was pretty certain every couple there was engaged in some kind of sexual act. It was like a Roman orgy in the dark.

Becca was clearly incredibly turned on by the whole experience. She was never the most vocal lover, usually only making any real noise toward the very end, as she neared climax. But this was different. She was moaning and sighing loudly from the beginning, with an occasion “oh god” thrown in for good measure. Eventually, she seemed to completely lose control and started bucking her hips frantically. When she finally came, she nearly screamed. And the funny thing was, her scream barely stood out amidst the sounds everyone else was making around us.

Once she was done, I flipped us over until I was on top of her and drove my cock into her hard and fast until I came as well. For a quite a while thereafter, we just lay there, panting and catching our breath as we listened to the sounds of people coming all around us. I was particularly focused on Lisa’s voice, which was close by and easy to recognize. When she finally came, she squealed “oh god, I’m coming, Brent,” and I suddenly felt my erection return. Becca felt it too, and she responded by rolling over onto her side, facing away from me and sticking her ass out toward me. Within seconds, I had turned on my side and my cock was back inside her, my chest pressed against her sweaty back and my arm wrapped around her, fondling her breasts.

We took things slower the second time around, soaking in the sounds rather than contributing to them. While some of the couples had grown quiet, there were still a few who were actively and vocally fucking each other. And as I continued to slide in and out of Becca, other couples began to join back in, clearly on their second go around, like us. After a good long time and a slow build up, we were again both nearing orgasm. Becca was actively stroking herself, something she rarely did under normal circumstances. At the very end, I rolled Becca onto her stomach, pressing her into the cot as I plowed into her from behind.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, Clint, I’m coming again,” she panted. I kissed her ear, grunting as I came too.

By then we were so exhausted, emotionally and physically, that we both fell asleep on top of our sleeping bags, still naked.

When I woke near dawn, needing to pee, I stood up groggily, forgetting that I was completely naked. It was light enough at that point to see around us and I immediately noticed that several other couples were still in various states of undress. To our right, Lisa was only half covered by her sleeping bag and I could see one of her large breasts hanging out. A voyeuristic thrill coursed through me.

After enjoying a good, long look, I pulled on my shorts and walked in the opposite direction, toward the bank. On my way to the river, I passed by Candy, the one with the short hair and the nose ring. She was lying naked on top of her bag, as was her boyfriend, Keith (I had learned the night before that they weren’t married). It occurred to me that they were lying in roughly the place where all the sounds seemed to originate the night before. Picturing Candy as the mysterious moaning woman somehow made the memory even more powerfully erotic.

Breakfast that morning was a fascinating study in group psychology. There was no question that the craziness of the night before was on the forefront of everyone’s minds, to the point where it made normal chit-chat and small talk nearly impossible. But no one felt comfortable acknowledging the elephant in the camp. So most of us just sat there and drank our coffee in silence.

That is until Aaron strolled up from the river with a big grin on his face and said, “did you folks save any energy for the river today? I mean, damn, when I said that modesty would be one of the first things to go, I had no idea. You guys are animals.” We all started laughing, with sheepish grins on our faces, while glancing around awkwardly at each other. But acknowledging the craziness of the night before did seem to ease the tension.

I spent most of the rest of that day thinking about the night before and hoping we could replicate some of that magic once the sun went down. Based on the frequent looks and occasional touches I was getting from Becca, I knew she was thinking the same thing. And lest there be any doubt, as we were disembarking the raft at the confluence of the Little Colorado River that afternoon, Becca leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.” Then she winked and walked ahead to catch up with Lisa and Alesha. You’ve gotta understand, that my wife never says anything like that. I couldn’t remember a single time she had ever said the work “fuck” to me in a sexual context. Something about this situation had really brought out another side of her.