Journal Saturday, June 24, 1989 – Pat
I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. For those of you keeping score at home this would be #9 in the series. 1-8 are already posted on Literotica. Cheers!
Pat called Friday and we talked for quite a while. She asked about Steve and I told her he had been moping around not doing much. I didn't tell her about all the babes he'd been fucking. I didn't figure it was my place to tell her. Besides I wanted to talk about the two of us and what we were going to do this weekend. Pat wanted to go camping. "We can't spend the weekend at your place or Steve might stop by," she said, "camping might be fun."
"If it means I get to spend the weekend in a tent with you," I told her, "I'm in. Where do you want to go?"
My Uncle has a huge farm over by Baksley," she said, "there's a spot way out in the middle of nowhere where we used to camp out as kids. I'm sure no one has used it in years."
"It sounds perfect," I told her, "miles from anywhere; you won't have anywhere to run."
"Why would I want to run from you," she giggled, "you don't scare me."
We finished our plans; she was going to bring some food and I'd supply the tent and some wine. She wanted to meet me at the mall parking lot so no one would see her car parked at my place for the weekend. "I'll be there Saturday morning," I told her.
I got a good night's sleep and was ready and waiting for her at the mall when she drove up. I helped her with her bag and picnic basket. "You look as beautiful as ever," I told her as she climbed into my car. She had on a pair of short shorts and a button down top. Once she got in the car she removed her shirt revealing a tiny little tube top that did little more than accentuate her lovely tits. "And now you look hot and sexy," I told her.
"Thanks," she blushed.
"I can't wait to rip that off you," I added.
"Me neither," she grinned, "It's been way too long."
"We'll see if we can't fix that problem this weekend," I said.
She grinned. "How has your love life been?" she asked, "better than mine I hope."
"It's been pretty dry," I lied, "I made one new friend but she went back to Texas before we could fool around much."
"That's too bad," she said, "we'll have to keep each other company this summer."
"Sounds good to me," I replied.
It was about an hour's drive to the farm. We played grab ass along the way and by the time we got there we were both horny as could be. "You're right," I said when we finally arrived, "this place is secluded." The final mile or so had been down a grass covered lane. We made out in the car for awhile before I told her we'd better get the tent up as it looked like rain.
"It's really humid," she said with a grin, "do you mind if I take my top off?" She didn't wait for an answer as she slowly pushed her top down around her waist. Her tits, while not as big as Jane or Vicki's, were still very nice. She was a smaller girl and her tits looked big enough on her smaller frame. They were firm and oblong with very little sag. Her sweet, button nipples were large and erect.
"Looks like someone's ready for action," I said, "unfortunately I'm going to be too busy staring at your tits to get anything done. We might just as well go naked."
"OK," she agreed. In a flash she peeled off her shorts and panties. "We don't need no stinkin' cloths," she grinned, "welcome to naked weekend." I stood frozen, staring at her cute, neatly trimmed blond haired pussy. "Don't stand there with your mouth open trying to catch flies," she giggled, "get out of those cloths and let's get this tent up before it rains."
I shucked my cloths and tossed them in the back of the car. My 10" cock was fully erect. "Oh baby," she said, giving my cock a quick squeeze, "let's hurry; I want that monster inside me as soon as possible. Fortunately my tent was one of those you removed from the bag and it pretty much set itself up. It was a good thing because it was already starting to rain. I tossed in the sleeping bags and followed Pat inside. Her ass stuck in my face was looking so fine that I stuck out my tongue and gave her asshole a lick.
"Hey!" she squealed, flipping around to face me, "who said you could lick my asshole?"
"I couldn't help myself," I grinned, "your ass is so fucking hot." She did have a beautiful ass. It was full and firm and perfectly rounded. I was usually a tit man but Pat's ass was so fine she could flip me into becoming an ass man. "Didn't you like it?" I asked.
"Of course I did, silly," she giggled, "but I wanted to go first."
"I insist on going first," I grinned. "Tell you what we'll do hammer, rock, scissor for the honors." We played and my scissors cut her paper.
"Oh well," she sighed, "I guess I can't complain about having my pussy eaten by the best in the business."
She leaned against the back of the tent and spread her legs for me. I hesitated long enough to drink in the beauty of her body, from her perky, full titties to her hot little pussy with droplets of fuck juice already beading on her short, trimmed blond bush. "I hope you don't mind my saying that you are very beautiful."
I leaned in and we took turns slipping tongues into each other's mouth. "A girl really hates to hear that," she sighed as I ran my tongue down her neck and circled her tits. She moaned as I zeroed in on her nipples and started sucking. She had one hand on her clit rubbing herself while I sucked her tits. Between her rubbing and my sucking it wasn't long before she was cuming.
I held her as she came then we kissed long and deep. "You won the first orgasm of the weekend contest," I announced, "now let me at your pussy and we'll see how many more times you can win."
She sighed as I ran my tongue down her body. This time I didn't stop at her tits but kept going right down to her sweet, wet pussy. I licked up as much of her cum as I could from her bush before gingerly slipping my tongue between her lips. She was even wetter inside. I did my best to lick as much cum from her pussy as possible but the more I licked, the wetter she became. It wasn't long before she was cuming loudly again, adding still more wetness.
"You weren't joking when you said its been a long time," I told her when she'd finished.
"Baby, you have no idea," she sighed as she slowly thrust her pussy up and down my face, "but you're starting to take the edge off a little bit."
"That's what I'm here for, Mam," I teased, "to satisfy your inner nympho."
"Hey," she protested, "I'm not a nympho. I'm just a girl who likes to fuck. A lot."
We shared a laugh. "You're my kind of girl," I said. "When was your first time?" I asked.
"I was 13," she said, "and it was right here. One of my cousin's was curious and we were playing show and tell. One thing led to another and pretty soon he had his tiny, little cock inside me. He came almost immediately and pulled out before I had a chance to cum but it was something I knew I had to keep trying until I got it right. The summer before freshman year I started dating seniors. Their dicks weren't much bigger but at least they could last long enough to make he cum."
