Darla-[E-66]-(blowjobs-swallowing-missionary-voyeurism-facial)-part-1 thru 2-of-2

Darla In The Wild
Part-1-of-2

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"No," I said as Darla tried to unzip my jeans.
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We’d been necking in the sun on a blanket outside our tent for 15-minutes and it was obvious how the situation was going to end up. But it was the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight. Even in the shelter of the tent, there were still other campers only 200-yards away. We had selected a spot quite out of the way, but even if they couldn't quite see us from their own sites, the main trail in and out of the rural campground swung near our site.
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"No?" pouted Darla.
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"Just not here," I grinned, "Come on," I said as I got up and started leading her to a place I'd spotted on our first day here when we went for a walk.
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About 50-yards from our tent, a barely visible path led into the trees that closed in for several yards before opening up into a small natural shelter. Under an arch of branches was an area perhaps five yards across, dappled sunlight falling on close growing grass on soft earth with an opening on the far side that looked out onto an upper part of the stream that ran beside the main campsite.
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"You saw this place too?" smiled Darla as she moved to the center of the space and turned toward me. I nodded, hungrily consuming her with my eyes.
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Darla was 19, a petite brunette with a wicked and sexy sense of humor. She was just under 5-feet tall but perfectly proportioned with great legs, a slim waist and firm 34B breasts. She had elfin looks and sparkling dark green eyes, and the most perfect pussy I have ever see. And it tasted as good as it looked, especially after I talked her into shaving her lips, though I could never get her to take it all off. She left a landing strip just above her slit for fear that because of her petite build, “I'll look like a little girl.”
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"Who's going to see you but me?" I'd asked.
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"Pervert," she'd laugh back at me.
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At the moment we stood in the shelter, we'd been going together for six months. Long enough to know how to please each other, short enough to still be horny as hell.
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Putting her arms round me, she gave me a hot open-mouthed kiss as she ground her hips against me. I groped her breasts through her tight tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra and didn't really need to even though she always did for work. I think she wore one at work because it helped cover the fact that her nipples were constantly erect as they were under my palm right now.
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I ran my hands down her body and onto her tight little ass, squeezing it through the fabric of her pink shorts. Then I slipped my hands into the waistband and inside her panties at the rear and felt her warm bare bottom.
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Darla was groping at my zipper again. She managed to get it down this time but I'd decided I couldn't wait any longer to get naked with her so I stepped back a little and whipped my shirt. Tossing it aside, I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged her shorts and powder blue cotton panties down.
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I nuzzled her little dark patch of curly pubic hair and then flicked my tongue out and licked between her delicate pink lips. She was damply hot there and I knew soon she would be flowing wet.
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I drew her down to her knees then stood up, quickly unzipping my jeans and dropped them.
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"Mmmm," she murmured at the sight of my hard cock waving in her face and immediately took me into her mouth. Darla loved giving oral sex to men and always said, “I love it TOO much. If i could i would spend my life on my knees sucking on beautiful cocks.”
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Darla couldn't deep throat particularly well but she was superb with her tongue and had a special talent for swallowing cum. She could take the biggest explosion in her mouth and gulp down stream after stream of cum without losing her breath or spilling a drop. Then she'd come back up licking her lips and looking immensely pleased with herself.
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With a sigh, I let her suck and tongue me. As I stroked her soft shoulder-length hair, her mouth bobbed up and down on my cock and her hand caressed my balls.
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It was then I looked up and saw a guy in the red top. I don't think I jumped in surprise, at least Darla didn't notice if I did. But then the man was at least 100-yards away, walking diagonally towards us on the path beside the stream. I realized that if he continued the way he was heading, he'd stroll by about 20-yards away and probably not even see us concealed in the shelter of the trees. So I continued letting Darla suck my cock and watched as the guy walked past and out of sight.
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That was one of the attractions of sex outdoors, the risk of being seen by a passer-by. There’d already been a couple of occasions when people had happened by just after we'd finished having sex and just gotten dressed.
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The close call this time had me even more turned on so I pulled off my t-shirt and reached down and pulled off Darla's top, causing her to take her mouth off from my cock. As her arms slide free of her top, she fell back onto the grass and with legs parted and arms out she murmured, "Make love to me."
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Moving between her legs, I quickly mounted her. As I'd known it would be the lips of her sweet young pussy was pouting open and slick with her love juices, so my cock slipping easily into her. She let out a contented sigh as I slid my length into her and immediately began moving her hips in time to the rhythm I set up.
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Within seconds she was beginning to pant in my ear. "Oh, oh..." she gasped as her nails dug in my back and she started shuddering. As her orgasm coursed through her she bit her bottom lip as she often did to stifle her noises of pleasure.
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I knew I would cum quickly too but tried to hold off a little longer to prolong the pleasure. And as I momentarily looked up, I saw a glimpse of red behind the bushes at our heads. The man had seen us after all and hadn't passed by. Instead he'd made his way closer and was now watching us from only 6-yards away. I couldn't see him very well but I knew for sure he was there. I realized by the way his shadow shifted then stopped that he knew I'd just seen him too.

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I stopped moving inside Darla and whispered, "We're being watched."

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She stiffened beneath me and couldn't help craning her neck to try and see. "Where?" she asked.
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"Just over there." I motioned with my head.
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"Oh! Who is it?"
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I told her it was some guy walking by and she asked, “What do you think we should do?”
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I thought about it for a second. There wasn't a lot we could do. We were both there stark naked wrapped in each other’s arms. If it seemed embarrassing like that, it would have been even more so to grab our clothes and scuttle away. I figured if the guy had the nerve to stay there after he'd been spotted, we should brazen it out too.
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"We could..." I started.
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"Just carry on," said Darla finishing the sentence for me. “Let's carry on," she chuckled as she drew me close to her again and began moving again beneath me.
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I realized she was even more turned on than before. Her pussy was absolutely sopping wet. I slipped my hand under her ass and felt her juices running between her butt cheeks as it often did when she was at her most turned on. And she started bucking beneath me I continued pumping my cock in and out of her. I’d known from the first time I saw her long stride and rotating hips that Darla was a screamer.
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When she cummed this time, Darla made no effort to still her cries, moaning loudly and squirming beneath me and arching her hips to encourage my thrusting cock even deeper into her demanding pussy. My balls were wound up so tightly between my legs that that she realized that I was about to explode. Shaking her head from side to side, she moaned, "Oh god yes, yes, cum in me, cum in me!"

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And I did, the orgasm started in my balls, then headed for my thighs and caused a funny kind of warmth in my lower abdomen. The muscles in my body took over for about ten glorious seconds and I no longer had any control. With a loud grunt a massive load of cum flew through my shaft and into her body. As I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum going into her, I kept pumping so that I would send it deep. Whimpering with delight, Darla bucked up against me, desperately thrusting her pussy up to meet my pounding cock. She had her head against my shoulder and just as she had started to gain a modicum of composure she must have felt my cum flooding her pussy, because she started screaming all over again. Her screams were even deeper this time as they racked out of her body in long sobs. I didn’t know if this was pleasure or pain I was giving her. Even if I had been causing her pain it wouldn’t have mattered to me during that minute of ecstasy. I couldn’t have controlled my ramming cock if I had tried.

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When I looked up after cumming, the guy was no longer actually trying to hide but was at least being discreet as he peered round the shrub. When I withdrew from Darla and stood up the man drew back behind the shrub. Darla kneeled up and looked in his direction. "Oh!" she said, as if a little surprised, almost as if she thought I'd been lying about a watcher. Then she got to her feet and stood boldly facing the voyeur for a few seconds. Then she retrieved her lower clothing and disentangled her panties from her shorts. Turning to face him again, she moped at her dripping pussy with the panties.

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To be continued…

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Darla in the Wild

Part-2-of-2

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As I was pulling on my jeans, Darla was stepping into her shorts. Picking it up off the ground, I handed Darla her top. She dropped her panties on the grass while she pulled her top on but when she bent down instead of picking them up she tossed her soiled underwear closer to the bush. "Have a souvenir!" she called sassily and we walked out of the trees and back to our camp.
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Just before the sundown that evening, while Darla was using the toilets up in the main camping area, I strolled back to the spot to see if her panties were still there. They were gone.

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That night beside the campfire we talked about how exciting it had been and retired early to our tent to fuck again, but more slowly this time.
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The next morning I was walking back from the restroom when a guy sitting in a camp chair beside a RV looked up as I went past. "Thanks for the show," he smiled.
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I stopped in my tracks. "Pardon?"
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The man's expression changed to one of alarm. "Sorry," he said, "Perhaps I shouldn't have said anything."
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As I stared at him, I realized that it was the voyeur from yesterday. I'd never really got a good look at him yesterday so I hadn't recognized him on the way past before. The man was in his late 40s, maybe early 50s. As I stared at him he got increasingly nervous. "I said 'thanks for the show'. You know, you and your girl,” he stammered.
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"I know what you mean," I said firmly. I was finding myself annoyed that the anonymous voyeur of yesterday was now an actual person.
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"Sorry," he repeated.
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Then the cloud lifted on my mood and I shook my head and smiled wryly. "That's ok. Hope you had fun."
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He grinned back at me in relief. "I did. Unexpected. What about you?"
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"Sure," I replied.
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"Her too?"
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I nodded. "Must do it again sometime," I said and started to walk away.

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It was only meant to be a joke but he stopped me in my tracks again when he replied, "How about this afternoon?"
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I turned back to him. He gave me a meek grin and shrugged. "You can't blame a guy for asking."
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I glanced across his site. There were signs of female habitation, so I hazarded a guess. "Where's your wife?" I asked.
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"Hiking," he replied. "Hate it myself. I don't mind a short stroll though. That was how I... you know."

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I felt better that he was here with his wife, even if she was away all day. It made yesterday a happy accident. Better that than if he was some creepy dude who came camping by himself just to spy on people.
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"Better keep my girlfriend's panties well hidden," I said.
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He reddened. "I will. Thank her for me."
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"Yeah, right." I started to walk away.

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"Same time and place?" he called after me.

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I kept going but after a second glanced back and said, "We'll see."
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I didn't mention the conversation to Darla when I got back but when she brought up the subject of yesterday's adventure again a little later on, I told her what had happened. "He asked for a repeat performance," I said.

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Darla's eyes widened. "Oh, what did you say?"
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"I didn't say anything," I lied.
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"Oh," she replied, sounding vaguely disappointed.
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"Would you like to?" I probed.

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She grinned back at me. "It was hot, wasn't it?"
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I nodded.
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"But if you said no."
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"Actually I said 'we'll see'." Then I told her how he'd suggested the same time and place. So at the same time that afternoon we made our way to the same place.
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As I led us nervously into the shelter, I immediately spotted the guy sitting behind the same bush as yesterday. He straightened up as we stopped to the center of the grassy area but didn't try to emerge.

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Darla stood beside me for a moment, looking towards the shape behind the bush. Then without any more hesitation, she pulled her top off, exposing her pert breasts with their hard nipples, and turned and embraced me. She crushed her mouth against mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and groped at my cock through my jeans. I was beginning to harden already.
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She stood back a moment, just long enough to drop her shorts and panties and kick them aside. Then dropping to her knees, Darla started trying to undo my belt. But she was nervous and her hands were shaking too much so after swiftly pulling off my t-shirt, I took over, undoing and dropping my jeans. My rock hard cock sprang free and bobbed in her face. Giggling nervously, Darla began kissing my cock and running his tongue up and down the full length of it before eventually taking it in his mouth. As she gave me head as she’d done the day before, I looked past her and saw the man craning his neck for a better view between the branches, less concerned today about keeping himself hidden. Knowing she was being watched, Darla was really going to town on the head job, sucking at my cock before licking along the shaft and sucking gently at my balls, then going back to gobbling on my hard length, trying to get as much in her mouth as she could.
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After a delightful couple of minutes, I eased Darla back onto the grass and parted her legs. I thought for a second about going down on her but I wanted to keep our audience in view. Darla didn't need any priming anyway, her pussy was pouting open and her inner lips were glistening with her wetness. Her clit was hard and prominent and it hadn't even been touched yet. Rather than just mounting her missionary style, I kneeled between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down between her engorged lips. They parted slickly and a drop of her juice ran between her butt cheeks, sparkling in a shaft of sunlight through the branches overhead.
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Still kneeling up, I eased my aching shaft into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and ran her hands over her breasts.
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She saw me glancing up towards the bush, 6-yards away where the guy had given up hiding and was now crouching in the open to one side. Darla craned her head back and surprised me when she spoke, "You can come closer if you’d like."

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The man stood and took a few paces forward but stopped a relatively discreet six feet away. Darla didn't need to crane her neck to see him now. "Hi!" she said, looking at him upside down. He was already flushed but he reddened even deeper, and said nothing.
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I could see now that he also had an erection tenting the front of his canvas walking shorts.
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Still kneeling I was holding Darla’s legs apart at the knees so she was as exposed to view as she could be. When I started slowly pumping my cock in and out of Darla's pussy, without ever taking her eyes off the man, she ran her hands sensuously over her breasts.
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Keeping his distance, our watcher moved around us. Seemingly aware of my caution or perhaps not wanting me to block his view of Darla, he was careful not to go behind my back.
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From time to time he rubbed and squeezed the bulge in the front of his pants. But when Darla cummed noisily as I flicked my thumb across her clit while still pumping faster in and out of her, the man’s hand hovered near his zipper, as he looked at me with an expression of desperation on his face.
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Taking pity, I said, "Go ahead, but keep your distance."

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He had his zipper down in a split second and whipped out a hard cock. It was thick but stubby so it almost disappeared in his fist as he started stroking at it. With his hand in constant motion, he went back to walking around us, and staring open mouthed and slack jawed as I continued fucking Darla from my kneeling position. When I took her right hand and drew it down to her pubic mound, Darla smiled at me and started masturbating herself, her fingertips moving in tight little circles over her budlike clit. Her gaze went back to the man, flickering between his eyes watching her and his hand pulling on his cock. It was almost as if she was as much the voyeur as he was.
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Finally, she began to make little catching sounds in the back of her throat as her orgasm approached. Looking him in the face, she held on as long as she could. Then she threw her head back and moaned loudly “Oh god yes, … Fuck me…. Fuck me… That’s right baby…Fuck me…” I complied by fucking her just as hard and as long as I could. “That’s it… oh god yes …don’t you quit…don’t you stop… ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh gggggggggaaaaawwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She began to scream beneath me again and moved up to muffle the sobs against my shoulder. She finally ending up by giving my naked flesh little love bites as her body began to spasm uncontrollably underneath mine as her orgasm, spurred on by my violent thrusts shuddered and shook through her body,

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I don’t know how long or loud Darla must have screamed, but it was a good thing no one but our watcher was close enough to hear her. Darla was one of those types of women that scream almost as if they are in pain as they reach climax, and was very vocal about it.

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As Darla subsided, I was right at the edge myself, perhaps two or three thrusts from exploding inside her. But at the last second I pulled out, grasping my pussy-slicked cock and administering the final strokes by hand. I spurted an immense splashing first stream directly at her gaping pussy followed by an equally large second jet of cum that laid a line from her belly all the way up to her throat.

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Steadying myself against her bent knee, I wildly shot two more streams up across her body, one of them splashing the underside of her left breast and the other falling across her stomach, before grunting a final couple of dribbles over her neatly trimmed and already cum-caked pubic tuft.
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Recovering sufficiently to look to the side where I'd last been aware of the watcher, I saw him turned half away from us but still watching avidly while jacking away frantically and apparently about to cum himself.
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I almost jumped when Darla, who was also watching him, suddenly called out, "No, stop!"

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When she looked from the man, who had frozen unsteadily at the edge of blowing his load across the grass, to me, there was no doubt what the question was in her eyes as she searched my face. I nodded back at her and she turned back to the man. "Do it on me!" she said breathlessly. He didn't need any further encouragement. He immediately shuffled over and stood over her as he concluded what he was so desperate to do.
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His face was bright red and his knees suddenly trembled as he commenced cumming over my girlfriend.
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He grunted loudly with each jet of cum spewing from his stubby cock. Looking down at her, he directed the salty streams onto her. His first shot missed her completely, squirting past her onto the grass, but his wild hosing action caused most of the rest splashed at least in part upon her skin.

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Darla watched enthralled as the man started to cum. She was wide-eyed and open mouthed until his second blast spattered across her cheek, mouth and hair and then she screwed her eyes tight shut and closed her mouth, involuntarily licking her lips nonetheless at the wetness upon them. And just in time too, because the man's next grunt sent a splash of cum over her forehead, eyes and nose.
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When he finally finished, staggering a few paces away and slumping to the glass, cock still in hand, Darla was covered in cum.
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From the lower half of her body, where I had deposited the larger part of my load, to her face and breasts where it seemed the man was mostly trying to aim, there were lines and runnels and pools of sticky white fluid. Cum glistened on her breasts, slowly running down the side of her body, and on her flat stomach, where some had pooled in her belly button and all over her pussy. Her face and hair especially was covered with the man's cum. a big gob of it filled one of her tightly closed eyes until she turned her head sideways and it ran down over her ear like a thick sticky tear.

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She raised a hand and wiped across her mouth, appearing reluctant to taste the stranger's cum any more than she already had. Then she used her knuckles to wipe it from her eyes like a tired child. When her eyelids fluttered tentatively open, her lashes were still heavy with cum.
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"Wow!" she gasped, looking at me then over at the man. He was sitting on the grass looking back at us, his quickly softening cock still poking out of his shorts.
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"Thank you," he said. "I didn't expect that."
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Darla grinned at him and then sat up and surveyed herself. "Wow," she said again.
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She got uncertainly to her feet and stood facing me for a moment, sticky hands splayed and slightly out from her body. Cum dripped off her chin and oozed down her wet chest. The pool of cum in her bellybutton spilled out and oozed down her body into her soaked pubic hair and then dribbled on down the inside of one leg.
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Darla turned and faced the man, letting him gaze one last time at her cum coated full frontal nakedness. After a few seconds in which I saw his eyes flicking rapidly up and down, drinking in the obscene sight of Darla’s petite body lathered in his cum and mine, she turned back to me. "I think I need a shower," she said.

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She bent down and grabbed her white cotton panties, wiping them deftly between her legs then across her breasts and stomach. A second later they were a sodden ball of fabric and she'd hardly seemed to have wiped that much cum off her, our cum was that extensive.
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She dropped the soaked panties on the grass and I tossed her my t-shirt so she could wipe her face and try to wipe some of the gobs of the man's cum out of her dark hair.
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While I pulled on my jeans, Darla finished wiping herself down as best she could and then pulled her shorts and top back on. All the while, the man sat on the grass, watching us.
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When we were both dressed, Darla put her arms round me and kissed me, then turned back to look at the man with her arm round my waist, as if to say to him, "You can look, you might even have cummed all over me, but I only let him touch me."
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"Shall we go?" she said to me.

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"Ok."
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Turning, we started walking out of the shelter, leaving the man sitting on the grass buttoning up his shorts at last. Just before slipping into the trees, we stopped when he called out, “Hey, you forgot your..." he said, pointing at Darla's cum-soaked panties balled up on the ground.
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"You can have them too," Darla replied.
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As we walked away we heard the man call out, “Thanks again!”
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Back in our tent, Darla went through her gear and hauled out her toilet bag, a towel and clean clothing, ready for a trip to the showers. She held up a fresh pair of panties. "Yellow next, I think," she smiled. "You know, this camping trip is costing me a fortune in underwear..."

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The end…

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