Kinky Confessions

She nodded. “Yeah, I know. I wish I could see you. You’re always so beautiful after.”

My hard-on nudged Christy’s thigh, so she reached between us and wrapped her fingers around it.

“Oh my gosh, Brooke, now he’s between my legs. For real. Do you wanna listen…?” She smiled at Brooke’s reply. “You’re sure? You don’t mind?” She nodded once and then drew me forward with her grip on my shaft. She set the tip at her opening and closed her eyes as I eased into her.

“Oh, that’s nice. Yeah. He’s inside me. He’s so big. Oh, Brooke… you have to let him do this. It feels amazing.”

I began thrusting, slowly at first. Christy’s tight breasts bounced each time my hips met hers, so I bent and sucked her nipples. She gasped and ran her fingers through my hair. She described what I was doing, although I stopped paying attention at some point.

The pressure eventually built in my balls until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I had to consciously remind myself not to come inside her. The little head wasn’t in the mood to cooperate, so I pulled out before he decided to ignore me and do what we both wanted. I hopped over Christy’s leg and steadied myself against the headboard. She automatically opened her mouth.

After a moment she rolled toward me and let the phone slide to the pillow. She concentrated on sucking my balls. I grunted and spewed a thick line of semen across her cheek. She captured the tip and caught the next spurt in her mouth. Then she moaned and pulled my hips toward her as I emptied my balls down her throat.

I finally sat back and breathed hard through my nose. Christy wiped the errant white streak from her face and licked her fingers clean. She belatedly groped for the phone.

“Brooke? Hello? Oh my gosh! Sorry about that. He was ready to come.”

She listened a moment and then rolled her eyes. “Of course I did. But a little escaped and I had to chase it down. I should probably warn you, he shoots a lot when he comes.”

She shifted gears in an instant. “Did you come too? For real? Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I know!” She listened and then glanced at my hard-on.

“He is. So I might… you know. Yeah, you know how I am.” She glanced up at me. “He’s as horny as we are! And he’s gonna rock your world.”

She nodded and listened for a moment. “I can’t wait either. Yeah, okay. I understand. I love you too. Okay. See you Friday. Bye.”

She sighed and pressed her thumb to the button to hang up. Then her eyes lit up. “Ooh, leakage.” She sucked gently and then fell back to the pillows.

“That was fun.”

“Mmm.”

“But… um… I might need another snack. You know how I am. My metabolism. It’s really high, you know.”

I chuckled and flopped next to her on the bed. She rolled away from me and hung up the phone. Then she turned back, draped her leg over mine, and rested her head on my chest.

“I love you,” she sighed.

“I love you too.”

Her hand found my penis and began stroking him back to life.

“Hold on… you were serious?”

“I’m always serious about fellatio. You created a monster.”

“I think you were like this before I met you.”

“So what if I was? Besides, I have to keep you interested. Do you think that’s what Scheherazade did? That she was an insatiable nympho? Maybe I’m a nympho too. And insatiable. Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay. Now, about that snack…”

To be continued…

Read the next book in the series,

Risqué Management.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hi, I’m Nick Scipio, the creator of the Summer Camp Swingers universe.

I started writing sex stories when I was a teenager, before I was legally old enough to read them. I wrote regular stories too, ones I could share with teachers, family, and friends, but I never stopped thinking about sex and all the “what if…?” scenarios.

Fortunately, I led a fairly adventurous life through my teens and early twenties, so I have plenty of personal experience to draw from. Many of the things in my books actually happened to me, although plenty of them are pure fantasy, the product of my overactive imagination.

I stopped writing in my twenties and into my thirties, especially while I was working nonstop at a small software company. The small company grew into a medium-sized one, which was bought by an even larger company. By then I was managing development teams and directing entire projects.

I eventually reached a point where I was happy with my software career, and I found that I wanted to start writing again. It wasn’t really a conscious decision—it was just something I did. It was an easy transition, because I’ve always been a storyteller. These days I simply have a larger audience than my friends or a group of people at a party.

In any event, that’s probably enough about me. You can join me on Patreon if you want to read more Summer Camp Swingers and be part of a fantastic group of people who love the story as much as I do. And if you want my free stories, you’ll find everything on my website.