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If you enjoy tonight's show. Priscilla and John breathed heavily
as they stood at the top of the latest hill.
They didn't need to look behind them to know the
storm was following them. The cold breeze told them everything
they needed to know. They could just see the dark,
omnous clouds that had followed them slowly for the past
couple of hours, catching up with them at every step.
Looking down into the valley below, the faint twinkling of
camp lights told them that they were almost at their destination.
Priscilla couldn't remember which one of them had suggested a
walking holiday for the last summer at home, but whoever
it was, deserved to be crucified for such a dumb
idea muscles ached in her body she never knew she
even had, as she would give her back teeth for
a hot shower and a feather mattress at home right now.
It took them another hour to descend the far side
of the hill to the campsite. People were busy preparing
themselves for the oncoming storm, paying attention to their tents
in wa Priscilla never knew you could. It was surely
just a bit of rain, people, not a tornado. Finding
the site office, they quickly checked in the young lady
behind them desk giving them directions that sounded like it
was another hour's walk to their pitch. It's by the forest,
sheltered and private, she said, as if that made it
all the better, finding their way through the maze of paths,
fighting between the people who seemed like they were expecting
armageddon to hit. Eventually they found their pitch site, and
Priscilla had to admit that she was relieved it was
far away from the crowds because they were going frankly
nuts out there, and all she could think about was
getting her tent up and getting a damn good night's sleep.
The YouTube video she had watched as some form of
training on her to set up a tent proved to
be wholly inadequate. This tent falter with every tent peg.
The bitch did not want to be set up. Of course,
it was not helped by the growing wind, which seemed
to be deliberately growling every time she had a piece
of canvas in her hand. Looking over, she was relieved
to see John was having similar issues. He must have
watched the same videos, Young and Naive. They really should
have practiced in the garden first. Priscilla discovered she knew
a lot more cusswords than she ever thought she did
through the torture of erecting her tent. By the time
it was finally up, the first drops of rain caressed
her cheeks. Turning to John, she said, simply, humpyed, I'm
just going to crash. Her body angrily shivered from the
sudden drop in temperature. Sounds like a plan, John said,
forcing a smile. They had been friends since kindergarten, and
Priscilla had never really looked at him in that way,
but seeing him in the diminishing light of the evening,
his body dripping with a potent mixture of rain and sweat,
his shirt clinging to his body tightly. Maybe it was
all the good clean air, but damn he looked horny
as fuck. Shaking the thought from her mind, she crawled
into her tent and rolled out her sleeping bag. Much
as John was dripping with sweat and rain, so was she.
A close clung to her skin like glue, eventually managing
to peel them off even within the confines of her
small tent. She realized she did not have the energy
to drag her nightmare from the rucksack, and argued with
herself over the logic of sleeping in just her panties.
She could get dressed in the morning. She eventually right
now she just wanted the relative comfort of her sleeping bag.
Lightning glowed through the canvas of the tent. She never
had been scared of storms, but being here alone, with
just a thin piece of material between her body and
the full power of Mother Nature that was screaming outside,
she suddenly felt a little vulnerable. Sinking a little further
into her sleeping bag did little to stop the assault
of the storm on her senses. For all the primordial
reactions it brought, she was surprised to find herself very aroused.
It must be the colden wind that had lashed at
her body. She muttered, maybe just enjoying a moment would
help us relax and sleep. As if her hands were
answering the unspoken question, they had moved between her thighs.
An avalanche of goosebumps had already veiled her body as
her fingers explored the soft material of her panties. A
warm wetness welcomed her fingers, the stark contrast to the
cold wet, and kissed every other inch of her body,
making the sensation so much more intense. As the thunder
sounded loudly above, her hips bucked against her hand urgently,
Priscilla moved from the gentle strokes of her pussy lips
through her panti's to plunging her fingers past the side
of her underwear, deep and hard inside her pussy, Feeling
the severity of her pussy clutching at her fingers. She
never knew a storm could be so much of a
turn on. Her hips pushed against her clunging hand, forcing
her fingers deeper, her thumb, rubbing her clip furiously, and
on the next crash of thunder, it was all she
could do to cry out, Oh God, as an orgasm
exploded through her body, continuing to massage her lips gently
just to prolong the sensation. Her body shovered as wave
after wave of warm bliss caressed every nerve. Closing her eyes,
she eventually sank into a deep sleep, her hand still
in her panties, and her hand hadn't moved when she awoke.
A loud crash of thunder, followed swiftly by the illumination
of the lightning, shaking her tent. Without warning, A strong
gust blew along her tent, forcing one side to collapse,
covering Priscilla in cold water and exposing her to the
unhindered view of the storm clouds above. Panicking, she unzipped
her sleeping back and stumbled through the mud to John's tent.
Unzipping the main flap, she scrambled inside, closing the zipper
behind her hurriedly. What's happened, John uttered, half asleep. My
tent collapsed, she said, shakily, her body shivering from the shop.
Where's your clothes, he asked, sensibility flooding his mind. I
left them in the tent, she muttered, Okay, get in
the sleeping bag. I'll grab your clothes. You do not
want wear clothes. In the morning, John crawled out of
the sleeping bag. He had also elected to sleep in
just his underwear. The tents had been advertised as two person,
but given how snug they were as John maneuvered around her,
how she could feel every part of his hard body
pressing against her trembling skin, Priscilla was just glad they
had not decided to get one to share. John unzipped
the tent flap and took a breath before launching himself
into the night, silhouetted by a flash of lightning. Priscilla
just sat there, shivering, holding her legs close to her
chest as she waited his return. She probably should get
into the sleeping bag, but for some reason, she was
reluctant until he returned, as if that would change anything.
She knew. It had only been minutes when he returned,
but it did seem like ours before He pushed through
the tent flap, dripping with rain. There's nothing you can
use tonight, he said. We'll get all your stuff dry
in the morning. Reaching over to his rucksack, he pulled
out a large T shirt and a towel. Passing her both,
he said, dry yourself and put this on before you
catch your death of a chill. Her body was already
experiencing intense sensations from the cold and the rain, but
when the rough caress of the towel moved abrasively over
her body, they just seemed to intensify. It took all
her will power were to stop herself from moaning loudly.
She dried her breasts, that rough material, teasing at her
already erect nipples. She suddenly realized how much bigger JOm
was in her. She could use this as a tent
all by itself. I haven't got any panties, I'm afraid,
he said, smiling, But you should remove those. I bet
they're drenched. Priscilla flushed a deep crimson at the thought
of how a row she was earlier, and she slipped
her panties down her legs, trying desperately to maintain her
dignity by keeping the shirt pulled low from the rain.
Of course, he added, Oh, yes, the rain, she so, smiling, gently,
passing the towel to John to dry himself. She laughed
gently as he looked at her hair. That's some serious
bed hair, Priscilla. She punched him playf as he dried
his own body. In the privacy of her mind, Priscilla
kind of regretted that he was drying himself. He looked
rather good wet. When he finished trying, he stopped suddenly
and whispered, shit, all my dry shorts are in the
bottom of my rucksack, and there is no way to
take everything out of my rucksack just to get to them.
Close your eyes, Priscilla, I'll get in the sleeping bag first.
That way you won't get any nasty surprises. Priscilla closed
her eyes, but let them drift open slightly through sheer curiosity.
She turd rumors from the football team about John's prowess,
but she really wanted to see for herself. As he
slid her shorts off, all the gossip proved to be
an understatement. Priscilla had to bite her lips to stop
a gasp, leaving her mouth focusing on his groin. She
watched him through her eyelashes as he slid into the
sleeping bag before saying, okay, kind of decent again. Priscilla
slid in with her back towards him to say it
was snug was an understatement. Thank god she was only small,
But even with her petite frame, she could still feel
John pressed tight against her back. She could still feel
that cock pressed against her ass, with a vision of
it in her mind as she closed her eyes. She
really doubted she would get much sleep. Some images just
leave an impression. It will keep you up all night.
John put his arms around her, snuggling in tight to
her as best we share our body heat. It will
keep you from getting hypothermia. He whispered, the warm caress
of his words and breath on her ear, doing nothing
to stop the sensations pulsing in her body. He tried
to place his hands respectfully, but given how broad they were,
how long his fingers were, there was just nowhere he
could hold her. That didn't mean he was caressing her
breast or the top of her hips. Don't worry about
your hands, John, Let's just get through to night, she whispered.
With that he stopped moving his hand, gently holding her
breast so they might share their body heat. Priscilla wasn't
sure if it was the lull in the storm that
woke her next, as there certainly was one. The thunder
and lightning were still overhead, but it was more of
a whisper now than a growl. Or maybe it was
John's hand caressing her nipple with his thumb in his sleep,
and his growing erection that was determinedly pushing between her
ass cheeks. Her own body had already started to respond
even in sleep. Her hand was between her thighs, stroking
her clit, the warm caress of her feminine juices teased
at her thighs, the sensation accentuating the desire burning through
her Wriggling gently so not as to waken John, she
managed to part her thighs a little further to allow
her hand space to explore between the dripping volts of
her pussy, biting the edge of the sleeping bag to
suppress a moan as her fingers pushed slowly and firmly
inside herself, her core clutching at her fingers, tightening harder
and harder with every thrust of those digits. Tears caressed
her cheeks as she fought the need to groan loudly,
the very act of restraint making the orgasm rise for
her body even more intensely. In a desperate need to
fill her fingers inside her pelvis rocked against her hand.
John's cod sliding from between her ass cheeks and now
throbbing against her pussy lips. Feeling the tip of his
cock pulsing against her fold just sent her pussy into
overdrive as it clutched needfully at his erection. The temptation
was just too much. Gently, Priscilla rubbed her pussy lips
over the tip of his erection. As she continued to
rub her clip, Feeling his warm tip just pushing inside
was too much to bear, her orgasm growing uncontrollably. She
knew if she came like this, she would be sure
to wake him and she would die of embarrassment. With
a pang of regret, she moved her hips forward, letting
John's cock drop from her pussy lightly. He moaned in
his sleep, his own frustration evident. Don't stop, he whispered,
pulling her back against him before he kissed gently on
the base of her neck, caressing that soft flesh with
the edge of his teeth. Reaching his hand down, he
pulled her leg back over his, opening her pussy further.
Priscilla's own hand reached down to find his cock and
guided him inside her welcoming folds, rubbing his balls as
he started to thrust slowly, Every movement of his cock
was deliberate and intense, pushing along the walls of her pussy,
massaging that one spot that always drove a wild John's
hand reaching between her thighs and massaging her clip firmly
in perfect time with his thrust, sending the wildfire of
pre orgasmic need ricocheting through Priscilla's body, pushing back into him,
forcing his cock even deeper into her. Her lips stretched
tightly around his shaft. She could feel every single motion
through every nerve in her pussy, the ripple of every
vein in its bulging erection, sending new tremors through her body. Suddenly,
he bit on her neck as his other hand clutched
hard on her breast, pinching her nipple tightly before grasping
at the soft flesh with his finger nails. His body
tensing as he thrust deep and hard into Priscilla's dripping pussy.
Unable to withhold any longer, she moans loudly as her
legs tense, her toes curling. She grasped at the sleeping
bag with such an intensity that she lost the sense
of feeling in her fingers before the rush of orgasm
collapsed through her body, the intense clutching of a pussy
taking John over the edge as she felt his warm
comor rupt inside her. Panting gently, Priscilla immerses herself in
the sensation of his still throbbing cough pulsing inside her,
not wanting to move in case she loses that feeling.
Stay right there, she whispers, closing her eyes. She noticed
how all the sensations intensified, moaning gently as John pulls
her back onto him a little tighter, accelerating the wave
of pleasure moving through a body. Silently, they lay there
for the longest moment, just enjoying the feeling of being
that close. Eventually, John whispered, what say we find a
hotel in the morning, and continued this there He kissed
her neck gently, sending goosebumps cascading down her body. After
a nice hot shower together, of course, he added, that
sounds like an awesome I dear, she replied, deliberately, making
her pussy clutch at his cock a little harder to
show her appreciation. So another week, another story. I hope
you enjoyed that. Next week, we'll have another new story.
Well means you can send in your requests. If you
have a fantasy, a story you'd like to hear, then
send it in and I will do my best to
write it for you. I'm not the best writer, but
I'm enthusiastic. Let's say that I'm enthusiastic. So until then
and they can get you back in bed again and
we can enjoy even wilder pleasure. But for now, and
always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild,
wishing you silacious dreams.
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