Bryn watches the last of the barbecue flames die as he and Jason head inside the tent to the sleeping bags they bought on the way up to the camp site. The night was colder than they'd anticipated for their little fishing trip, but the excitement of being out in the wild and the warmth of the fire had them warm and ready for bed. They zipped their bags and snuggled in, the sound of the lake and the rustling of leaves outside the tent lulling them to sleep.
But as the hours passed, the chill of the night began to creep in. Bryn tossed and turned, trying to ignore the shiver that racked his naked body every few minutes. The sleeping bags, which had seemed so cozy by the fire, were now as good as a pair of wet socks in a snowstorm. His teeth chattered, and his body felt like ice. He whispered to Jason, hoping to get some comfort, but his friend was fast asleep, snoring gently. The only other noise was close by and it sounded like a lady was getting a good seeing to not far away, with all the whimpering and the sound of a sex toy.
With a grumble, Bryn unzipped his bag and slithered out. His feet hit the cold ground, sending shivers up his spine. He looked over at Jason, who remained oblivious, and decided to warm up in the car. The keys were in the pocket of his jacket, which was hanging on a nail outside the tent. He tiptoed out, the moon casting a pale blue light over the campsite. The crunch of gravel under his crocs seemed deafening in the quiet night.
It was only a few yards but his steps felt like miles in the cold dark night as he made his way, naked except for his crocs, to his pride and joy of a car, his Picasso. He would be safe there and he could hide how naked he was from prying eyes. He knew he had the fleece blanket on the parcel shelf he could wrap himself in, while the engine warmed up.
When he reached the car, his teeth chattered so hard he could barely get the key in the lock. He fumbled, his hands cold and clumsy. Just as he thought he had it, the lock snapped back, refusing to cooperate. He cursed under his breath, his breath coming out in misty puffs. That's when he heard it. The sound of a zipper, and the flap of a tent door opening.
The flap of the neighbouring campers' tent zipped open. The light from inside spilled out, blinding Bryn momentarily. A figure emerged, tall and curvy, wearing nothing but a long camisole. She had a flashlight in one hand and a look of bewilderment on her face.
"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped. "it's half past two in the bloody morning!"
Bryn stumbled back, his hands up in surrender. "I-I'm sorry, I am just trying to warm up. My sleeping bag just isn't cutting it." he said, covering his cock with one hand and his chest with the other, standing in the beam of her torch.
The lady stepped closer, her torch trained on him. "This isn't your car."
Bryn stepped forward, his teeth chattering. "It's okay, I'm just from the tent over there. I didn't mean to wake you."
The lady's eyes narrowed. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"No, we're just on a fishing trip, myself and my nephew and I don't think our camping gear is up to it." Bryn said, his voice shaking.
"Well, you're not getting in my car," she said firmly.
"I'm just so cold," Bryn pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation.
The lady sighed, her expression softening. "Fine, but you can't get in my car."
Bryn nodded, his breath misting in the cold air. "I understand."
"But I'm not letting you go back to that tent until you're warmer," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Before he could protest, she grabbed a blanket from her tent and spread it over his shoulders. "Now, get inside," she ordered, pulling him into her tent.
Once inside, she gestured for Bryn to lie on the airbed, on her open sleeping bag. Bryn could see a discarded sex toy and it was glistening in the dim light of the tent. This might explain the noise that was keeping awake.
Before he knew it, she was on top of him, her legs straddling Bryn's chest. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed down, forcing his face between her ample thighs.
"What are you doing?" he gasped.
"You're going to warm me up, and I'll warm you up," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You can pull the sleeping bag over you if you want."
Bryn felt the heat of her body enveloping him, and before he knew it, his mouth was on her wet, shaved pussy. He groaned, the heat of her flesh warming him up immediately. He licked and sucked, his hands finding their way under her camisole, feeling the wetness of her arousal.
She pulled his hands up and wrapped his fingers around her massive tits and squeezed while she ground her wet cunt against his mouth, making his protests a muffled moan.
"You came out at just the right time, as it happens," she said looking down at her sex captive, "I was just having a play with my toy, but you'll do instead. It'll warm us both up."
Bryn found himself extremely hard and his fingers soon wrapped his thick cock and began to pump as he ate at her delicious cunt, licking and savouring her every drop as he worked his thick meat beneath her.
Meanwhile, Jason had woken up just as freezing as his uncle Bryn and wandered out to see where he had gone.
Seeing the only light in the area, being a tent, he made his way over and peeked through the flap.
A raven haired woman had her back to him and she was riding her lovers face and boy did her lover have a big cock and boy was he enjoying himself.
Jason stared in shock for a moment before his own cock started to respond. He'd always had a bit of a thing for watching, and the sight of this stud of a man with his face buried between a stranger woman's legs was doing things to him.
Jason loved cock and even though it was something he and his uncle Bryn never discussed, Jason always thought his uncle might have a nice big one, nice enough to suck on in the way a gay man never would with a relative - it felt so forbidden and always made the best wank material.
He stepped closer, his own hands fumbling with his zipper. This stranger's cock was magnificent and it drew him in. The fact he could not see his face made it even more exciting. All he knew was, he needed that cock down his throat, like he had never needed anything before.
Bryn was surprised to feel a warm mouth engulf his cock as he lay under his temptress, nuzzling and lapping at her soaking wet cunt. She tasted fantastic and he could feel her orgasm approach as she pulled his mouth hard against her clit.
The lady looked back, noticing Jason's head bobbing up and down, worshipping her captive's cock for all he was worth and joining in the fun. She smirked and leaned back, spreading her legs wider for Bryn's benefit. "Looks like you have some help too," she said, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.
Without missing a beat, Jason knelt beside them and took the stranger's cock in his hand and brought his against it, squeezing them together and working them both together in his hands, his mouth dipping now and again to spit saliva into their cojoined cocks, working them into a furious creamy frenzy until they both were close to cumming, shaft against rigid shaft.
Bryn had never felt anything like it and knew he would never feel anything like it again, this forbidden moment of man on man, on woman.
The woman moaned, her hips rocking back and forth as she felt the warmth of their breath and the pressure of Bryn's tongue. She leaned back against Jason, her eyes closed in pleasure.
The cold night was forgotten as the three of them succumbed to the heat of their passion. The woman's moans grew louder, echoing through the campground. She pulled Jason's head closer, her fingers tangling in his curly mop of hair.
"Oh, yes, like that," she murmured, her legs quivering.
Bryn reached up and unbuttoned her shirt, sliding them down to expose her bare tits. He licked and kissed his way to her breasts as he slipped four fingers inside her soaking cunt. The woman gasped, her body arching.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned and Bryn looked around her at the stranger who had been sucking and wanking his cock alongside his.
Jason looked over at the same time, his eyes glazed with lust and surprise. He lurched back and grabbed a blanket to cover himself up. The woman's eyes opened in surprise, watching the two men with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"Is this what you guys do on your fishing trips?" she asked, her voice breathy.
Bryn pulled away for a moment, shocked he could have felt such pleasure from his nephew.
The woman leaned down and kissed Bryn, her tongue slipping into his mouth. The taste of her juices mingled with their kiss, sending a bolt of desire through him. He reached up and untied the strings of her camisole, revealing her large, round breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking and biting her nipple gently.
Her hand found its way across to Jason's cock, stroking it in time with his movements. She reached down and guided Bryn's erect penis inside her pussy completely.
"I want you both," she murmured, her eyes flicking between them.
They didn't need any more encouragement. Jason slid his cock into her ass, filling her up as she sat up on Bryn's cock. Bryn's tongue danced around her thick nipples, feeling the vibrations of her moans against his mouth as she began to ride Jason's cock.
Her hips rolled, her breath coming in pants as she took both men deeper and deeper. The sounds of their fucking filled the night, the only other sounds the occasional splash of a fish jumping in the lake.
Bryn's cock was hard as a rock, spreading her cunt lips before he shot the biggest load inside her, his orgasm was sweet but confusing. The woman noticed and reached down, her hand wrapping around him. She stroked him as she rode Jason's cock in her ass, her eyes locked on his face.
"Take it out," she said, her voice commanding.
Bryn did as he was told, his cock springing free. She stroked it for a moment before leaning down and taking him in her mouth, her warmth enveloping him like a glove.
Jason watched, his eyes wide with lust, as his best uncle's cock disappeared into her mouth. He felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening.
"I'm gonna come," he gasped.
The woman leaned back, her hand still on Bryn's cock, stroking him rapidly. "Come for me," she said, her voice a purr.
Jason did, his hot seed spurting into her tight fleshy ass and up over her back as the woman's ass tightened around his cock. She followed shortly after, her body shaking with the force of her climax.
Bryn's cock was still hard, and the woman knew just what to do. She straddled him, her pussy wet and swollen. She slid down, taking him all in one smooth motion.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
Bryn didn't hesitate, his hips rising to meet her as she rode him. The cold was forgotten, replaced by the heat of their bodies. The woman's breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard points in the cold air.
They moved together, their rhythm perfectly in sync. The woman leaned back, her hands on the car for leverage. The moon cast shadows across her face, making her look like a goddess in the night.
Bryn felt himself getting closer, his balls tightening. "I'm going to cum again," he moaned.
The woman leaned down, her mouth finding his ear. "Come inside me," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
He didn't need to be told twice. With a roar, he filled her with his hot cum, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. The woman's muscles clenched around him, her own orgasm washing over her.
They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, the only sound the gentle lapping of the lake. The woman climbed off, her legs wobbly.
"Thank you," she said, her voice still a little shaky. "That was... amazing."
Bryn and Jason looked at each other, grinning like fools. "No problem," Bryn said, his voice a little hoarse.
They pulled their clothes back on, the warmth of their recent activity keeping them from feeling the cold. The woman handed them each a blanket. "Take these," she said. "You're not going back to that tent without something to keep you warm."
They thanked her again and headed back to their tent, the memory of her warm, wet pussy and ass still fresh on their lips. They crawled into their sleeping bags, the blankets she'd given them a welcome addition.
"Well, that was unexpected," Jason said, his voice filled with amusement.
Bryn chuckled, his body still buzzing with pleasure. "Couldn't have asked for a better way to warm up," he said, pulling the blanket tighter around him.
The two of them fell into a contented sleep, the sound of the lake and the occasional hoot of an owl lulling them into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning, the woman was gone, but the memory of their impromptu threesome remained. They packed up their gear, the events of the night playing on a loop in their minds.
"I can't believe I fucked a woman," Jason said, still in disbelief.
Bryn grinned. "I can't believe we got to keep the blankets, they'll do nicely for the back of the Picasso." he said, wrapping one around his shoulders.
They climbed into the car, the warmth of the interior a stark contrast to the chilly night air. They drove home, the sun rising over the lake, each promising never to speak of the previous night with anyone as the reality of what they did as uncle and nephew with the welcoming stranger hit them.
And as they drove away, the campground returned to its peaceful slumber, the only evidence of their wild night a set of slightly damp sleeping bags, two very satisfied men and a wantonly wicked lady with two guys cum in her pussy and ass. |
