Jenna Jameison: Erotica for Women with Explicit Sex

I raised my eyebrows again, conveying both my skepticism of Lisa’s logic and surprise that Becca found it at all convincing. But whatever my reservations about where this was headed, I had to admit that I was intrigued by it all. When Becca wasn’t looking I popped one of the Viagra and washed it down with my beer.

The six of us were some of the last to leave the communal area and head off the bed. Twenty minutes later, we had all brushed our teeth, made our respective trips down to the toilet or river, and were lying on our cots under the stars. Once the flashlights were off and my eyes had adjusted to the dark, it was clear just how intimate a setting this was. There was more than enough starlight for me to clearly see Alesha and Lisa on their respective cots. Both, like Becca, were wearing tight fitting tank tops and skimpy sleep shorts. As I lay spooning with Becca, my hand on her hip, both of us facing inward toward the other cots, I very quickly found myself with a strong erection.

With her ass pressed up against me, she noticed too, and she slowly reached her hand back to rub it through my shorts. I began to kiss Becca on the neck. By this time, the other two couples had manoeuvred into similar positions and looked to be similarly engaged in cuddling and very light foreplay. This continued for quite some time before anyone dared to up the ante. Like previous nights, what ultimately prodded us on were the sounds coming from elsewhere in the camp. Just behind us, on the other side of some bushes, a couple had clearly begun to have sex. I knew from my surveying of the scene earlier that the cot on the other side of the bushes belonged to Sonja, the beautiful Filipina guide. I wasn’t sure who she was having sex with, though, which somehow made it an even bigger turn on. There were at least two other couples already going at it in other parts of the camp.

By this time, I felt like my erection was going to burst out of my shorts. I was desperate to escalate what we were doing. So I took it upon myself to make that happen. Gently, I reached down and began to slide Becca’s shorts down her hips. She gave no resistance. I then slid my own shorts down, freeing my cock. I lined it up and plunged it inside Becca, who was already dripping wet. She gasped audibly as I entered here, which alerted the others to what we were doing, if they hadn’t noticed already.

As I began slowly thrusting in and out, I watched as Alesha and then Lisa was slowly disrobed by their husbands. Following my lead, both soon removed their wives’ shorts. And Brent pulled down the strap on the left side of Lisa’s tank top, exposing her left breast. He caressed her breast with one hand as he slowly thrust into her from behind. Seeing this, Alesha sighed and sat up. She pushed Alan over onto his back and quickly got on top of him, lowering herself onto his cock. She then reached down and pulled her tank top up over her head. Now completely naked, she placed her hands on Alan’s chest and began to really ride him. It was an incredible sight to behold.

Before long, Lisa followed suit, but instead of facing Brent, she straddled him facing his feet, as she had with me that fateful night in the pitch black. Almost as soon as she’d slid onto his cock, he pulled down the other strap of her tank top, letting the whole shirt fall down to her waist and exposing both of her incredible tits.

Becca and I opted for an entirely different position. She rolled over onto her stomach, temporarily breaking the connection. Keeping her head and shoulders on the pillow, she got onto her knees, thrusting her ass high off the cot. Taking the hint, I got onto my knees behind her, grabbed her firmly around the hips, and re-entered her. She gasped loudly as I did so.

Before long, the sounds coming from just our corner of camp were incredibly loud. It was like we were all trying to outdo each other. We all shuffled through several different positions, as if wanting to put on the complete show for each other. Eventually I found myself lying on my back, with Becca riding on top of me. She liked to finish in that position because it was easier for her to orgasm without using her hands. I finally took the opportunity to remove her tank top, leaving her completely naked. She was so lost in passion that she barely noticed.

It was then that I noticed that there were people standing around the perimeter of our camp area, watching us. It was too dark to make out more than their silhouettes, but there must have been at least six or seven people standing around. And there could have been more that I just couldn’t see from my vantage point. Becca hadn’t noticed them yet, but when I looked around, I saw that both Alesha and Lisa had noticed. Alesha was on all fours, getting drilled from behind by Alan and moaning wildly. Lisa, like Becca, was riding on top of her husband. When I looked in her direction, we briefly made eye contact and she grinned at me.

When Becca finally opened her eyes and noticed the audience we’d generated, I saw a flash of self-consciousness pass across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a wide eyed look of pure lust. A few seconds later she screamed “oh god” and came hard, shaking and quivering on top of me.

The rest of us all came soon thereafter, one after another, and when the show was over, our audience silently dispersed.

I awoke a little before dawn, desperately needing to pee. There was just enough light that I didn’t need to bring a flashlight with me as I made my way down to the river. On my way back up, I nearly crashed into Lisa, who had apparently just made a bathroom run as well. I was startled not just because of the unexpected contact, but by the fact that Lisa was wearing only a pair of sleep shorts. She reflexively moved one of her arms up to cover her breasts, before smiling sheepishly and letting it drop again.

“I guess it’s silly to cover up at this point,” she said, sleepily. Her straight black hair was all disheveled and fell down onto her perfects breasts. She looked so beautiful. Without even really thinking, I reached out and grabbed her arm, gently pulling her toward me. I leaned down and kissed her and she kissed me back.

I’m not sure what I was thinking. I probably wasn’t thinking. But at that moment I wanted so badly to touch her. The feeling seemed to be mutual because she practically melted into my arms and before long we were kissing passionately. I’m not sure if it was the Viagra still in my system or the eroticism of the moment, but my cock reacted almost immediately, poking through my shorts. Lisa felt it and immediately reached for it.

The rest happened very fast. I yanked her shorts down as she did the same to me. We were standing right near one of the beached rafts, so I picked Lisa up and sat her on one of the raft’s pontoons. A moment later I was inside her, my hands gripping her hips. It was a fast, almost animalist fuck. There was nothing gentle or tender. We just wanted each other and didn’t care about anything else. She came surprisingly quickly, her eyes growing wide as she mouthed “oh god” and I felt her spasm on my cock. A moment later I pulled out, with ropes of cum landing on her tummy.

When it was done, neither of us said anything. We just kissed a final time, found our shorts, and then wandered back to our cots.

I couldn’t fall back asleep once I was back on my cot. I just kept replaying my encounter with Lisa in my mind. Did I just cheat on Becca? Did the fact that I’d already had sex with Lisa twice in the last few days, with Becca’s knowledge, mitigate things at all? Why did it feel so right in the moment?

After an hour lost in my thoughts, it was truly dawn and there was some movement around the camp, most likely some early risers getting up to bathe in the river. Since I couldn’t sleep, I decided to join them. When I got down to the river, towel over my shoulder, there were already seven or eight people in the water, all of them in various states of undress. None of them seemed a bit self-conscious about it either. What a difference a week had made.