Designing Intimacy

Back to camp…

Earlier that day on Saturday, Jefferson had taken a class on punching and wanted to show off what he had learned back in the cabin after midnight snack. Match volunteered, happy to be punched. Match was laying on Jefferson’s bed with Jefferson straddling his hips as he started raining down punches.

He threw some punches on Match’s chest and then a few on his stomach. I sat next to them watching and decided I wanted to try. Jefferson showed me how to hold my fist and land my punches and I very quickly got the hang of it. Match asked us to alternate between slapping and punching and soon his skin started to redden on his stomach and chest. Match looked like he was enjoying it so much and that made doing it all the more fun!

Match and Jefferson switched places as Match started punching Jefferson’s chest. Somehow, they got out of sync because as Jefferson sat up after a punch, Match leaned in and they bunked heads- hard! I cracked up on the side of the bed as they rubbed their heads in a confused state.

It’s all fun and games until somebody pokes their eye out, I always say!

The head butting kind of killed the mood, but that was ok- I had a date with Match. And a good thing too because I noticed rustling under my covers and realized Wendy and Desire were getting hot and heavy! Match and I stripped though he was already mostly naked wearing just a tiny Catholic school girl type mini-skirt: H-O-T!), and climbed underneath the covers; and quickly as the cabin was freezing!

We started by making out slowly, Match lying on top of me nestled between my legs. My pussy was still a little sore from the orgy Thursday night, so it took a bit of convincing on Match’s part for us to fuck that night. He grabbed a condom and I just asked him to go slow at first.

The cabin was dark, lit only by a few Christmas lights, as people were settling in for the night. Match pulled the covers over our head to create a warm cocoon for us. He pushed into me and I moaned softly- half in pleasure, half in a little pain. After a minute of gentle, slow thrusting, I started to loosen up and the soreness went away. We fucked quietly, careful not to disturb our resting cabin mates.

He whispered to me, asking if I liked his cock; if I liked how he was fucking me. Shit, yeah.

He’d pull out, making me ask him to keep fucking me.

God, that’s hot.

I came a few times, quietly as difficult as that is for me, lol. And by the end of the night, I helped Match get his first (and only, I think?) orgasm of the weekend. Go me, hehe.

It was late at this point and we were ready to settle into bed.

Why there are twins at sex camp is beyond me.

But, we managed to fit together well enough (though, I almost fell off during the night).

We fucked again in the morning. We started under the covers again, but after a bit he had me flip onto my hands and knees to fuck me from behind (remember how much I love doggy?). It was a little strange to be fucking in the middle of the cabin while everyone was getting ready for the day. No one blinked an eye, yet at the same time, it seemed so out of place and gauche, you know?

Eventually I made him take a break as I was getting sore again and needed to be somewhat fresh for Jefferson’s g-spot class that afternoon.

I gave him a kiss and started to make my way to breakfast.