First thought: What is it with KOA campgrounds?I'll start this story by admitting that I had two of the strongest orgasms of my life.
Remember my story
"Back in the Saddle"? If so, you might recall the two individuals in that experience, Anne and Paul. They are the couple who we've been with the last 8 days, up until yesterday.
There was discussion between the four of us on our ride to Kentucky about the nipple suction cups. Paul and Anne admitted to having immense knowledge and experience with them. Next we knew, we pulled off the next exit we came to advertising a Sex Super Store. I didn't go in, but Dan, Anne and Paul did. Coming back to the RV, Dan held a bag, as did Anne.
Fast forward to two nights later, at the Chattanooga KOA in Tennessee. The discussion came up again about the suction cups. Thirty minutes later Anne is sitting on the couch with her legs spread and Paul kneeling between them. He was slowly twisting the little handle, and in turn, slowly pulling her clitoris into the clear tube. He was explaining his method as he did this. When her clitoris protruded about 3/4 inches, he stopped and said he needed to proceed more slowly, giving her body time to adapt.
Anne patted the couch next to her and said, "Come on Julie, join me."
I looked at Dan. We had sworn off couples play as it almost ruined our marriage. He told me he was okay with it if I was.
Truth was, I was imagining me being in her place and was getting excited by it. Getting naked in front of another man, even if he had seen my body before. I asked Dan if he was sure and he said he was.
I wiggled out of my jeans and slipped my underwear down. I immediately thought of
Sweetie Just Leave Your Socks On.
I sat on the couch next to Anne, and Dan knelt down in front of me. I noticed Paul looking at me. He was smiling. He looked at me and said, "Pretty pussy. Just as pretty as the first time I saw it." I could feel a little surge shoot from my heart to my belly.
Paul handed the other suction tube to Dan.
"This is smaller in diameter than ours."
"It restricts the hood from getting sucked up and only allows just her clit to enter. The narrower diameter holds the base and hood back."
Dan spent 3 minutes fumbling around and couldn't apply it to me properly. I said, "Let Paul do it."
Dan looked at me and said, "If you're okay with it."
I felt another surge from my chest to my belly and lower as I thought of another man touching me and said, "Yes, if you are."
He said, "Paul, would you like to help me out here, give me a couple of pointers."
"It would be my honor." And he moved over to kneel between my spread thighs. "Gorgeous pussy, baby," he said looking right at my sex.
A man other than my husband was about to touch me.
Taking the tube from Dan, he held it in his hand and began giving Dan instruction. His left hand reached forward and high on my labia, he placed his middle finger and thumb and spread me open. I was so hot, and looking down I could see how wet things were. Still giving instructions to Dan, his index finger touched above my hood and pulled upward toward my belly, and nestled the tiny tube down atop my tiny sensitive exposed spongy flesh.
Using one finger, he began turning the lever. About 4 turns, I felt the tug of the suction. Another turn caused my orgasm. I couldn't contain my legs from shaking.
Anne was sitting next to me. I realized she had taken her tshirt off and was removing her bra. I suddenly wanted to be nude also. The exhibitionist in me wanted Paul to see all of me. I began undoing the buttons on my shirt. When the last button was undone, I opened my shirt, revealing my bra.
Paul leaned back, sitting on his heals. Dan reached in holding his hand out, I took it. He helped me lean forward and I wiggled out of my shirt. I leaned back into the cushion of the couch. "The bra too," Dan said.
I looked at Paul, his eyes flickered for a moment to my bra covered chest then back to my face. When my fingers reached between the cups to the loop and hook, his eyes went to my chest. I undid the loop, and pulled my cups to the side.
Paul looked at me and smiled. "Gorgeous tits, baby."
I really didn't like him calling me baby. Only Dan can. I also don't like the words 'pussy' or 'tits', but in this situation it made me shiver.
Paul reached forward and began slowly turning the little peg, drawing my clitoris out further from its hiding spot. The flesh inside the tube was a firey red. It was surreal. I felt the sensation down below, but my brain couldn't correlate it was coming from the flesh a half inch inside this clear plastic tube.
Paul let go and the cylinder stood out straight. He gave it a light tap and it felt like a lightning bolt had just come from the sky and hit me squarely on that spot.
"Oh my God," I yelled coherently.
He reached over to his wife and gave her cylindrical another twist.
"Play with your nipples," Dan told me.
I could see the erection beneath his jeans.
"Show Paul how you like to pull on your nipples lately when having sex."
I shook my head.
Without asking, Paul reached forward and said, "Anne likes this too." And he grabbed my nipples and gave them a tiny twist and pulled gently on them, lifting them high, gravity pulling back against him, before releasing them.
I looked up at Dan. He was watching my face. "You're loving this, aren't you babe."
A man that was not my husband was playing with my body sexually, like I was a toy. "Yes," I moaned. Did I dare ask Paul to do it again.
Paul reached back down and gave a couple of quick twists to the handle atop the tube. A first it felt like a pinch, a moment later it felt like a thousand butterflies were flapping their wings against my clit.
I looked down at myself. My clit had begun forming into a point.
Anne moaned. Looking over she had taken the cylinder off and began rubbing herself.
"Sorry, I'm neglecting you baby,," Paul said to his wife. "I'm enjoying playing on Dans playground right now, forgive me."
She laughed softly and said something along the lines of , "Of course I don't mind, play all you want."
Paul reached up and played with my breasts again before reaching down and rubbing lower on my lips. He looked back at Dan and said, "Do you mind if I take a closer look?"
Dan glanced at my face and I gave him an expressionless look, with my mouth half open, breathing heavily.
"You may," he answered Paul.
Paul reached forward and grabbed the pubic hair on each labia and pulled me open. He crouched down a little lower.
"What a pig", I thought to myself.
Dan surprised me by reaching in and lifting my right thigh, instructing Anne to do the same to my other leg. She grabbed my foot, lifting, my sock covered foot resting in her hand. A moment later my legs were both up in the air, spread wide and my sex pointing almost straight up. Paul, grabbed my lips by the hairs again and pulled firmly to the sides, opening my vagina entrance to him. He looked inside me. I looked down and couldn't see around the little apparatus with my clitoris climbing up inside of it.
Letting go of my lips he instructed Dan and Anne to keep my legs up. He reached forward and gave the tiny handle two full turns.
"Oh God, I'm going to cum."
Paul slowly turned the handle.
"What happened to letting me adapt," I thought, panicking.
The last I looked at my clitoris it appeared to be well over an inch long. I clamped my eyes shut, unable to object to what he was doing. He pulled outward a bit. I cried out as I came. Wetness sprayed out on Paul's hand. Like spittle.
"Nice cum", Paul said. While Dan stood to the side and said, "Holy shit, Jules."
"Oh my fucking god," I screamed, "Get this thing off me."
Dan said in an urgent tone, "Take it off Paul." Both he and Anne lowered my legs.
Orsamsmic sensations continued coursing through my body. It felt absolutely wonderful, but I needed that thing off me. I reached up and started pulling and twisting on my nipples. Another mini orgasm shook my body. And then I felt a sudden release of pressure. I looked down and my clit was free of the cylinder, but it continued to stick out like a tiny penis. Paul spit on his fingers and enveloped my clit between two fingers and his thumb, he stroked up and down with light pressure, like jacking off a tiny penis. It felt wonderful as he alternated between, stroke, squeezing and pulling lightly on it.
I looked at Dan who was watching. I wanted him to play with it. "Dan, do what he's doing to me." He didn't understand me. I repeated myself. Dan told Paul to move and knelt down in front of me, I tried spreading my legs open more for him. He licked his fingers and put began doing what Paul had just been doing to me. My clitoris was slowly retracting.
"Suck it," I told him. He leaned forward and took me between his lips. "Suck my cock, harder," I ordered. "Suck it out! Like it's the cylinder sucking on it."
He sucked hard on my clit, it felt like a string was attached to the back side of my belly button and I felt like I was about to pee. "Lick it," I yelled. "Lightly."
The very tip of his tongue touched the very tip of my clit. I recalled the little point I saw moments earlier. It Had looked like the point of a pen. He licked it softly. I could feel the ball of fire rush from my breasts, down through my belly, and seem to spin near my sex. I began to reach down and grab the side of his head, but the world crashed down around me. I screamed as my sex seemed to explode. My legs clamping around Dan's head. I screamed again, fighting to close my legs. I felt like I might pass out, but didn't. When I opened my eyes a moment later, my breasts were rising and falling quickly as I tried to regain my breath. I looked at Dan as he wiped his chin. The front of his shirt was wet. I had squirted for the second time of the night and only the fourth time in my life.
Less than 18 hours later, Dan and I dropped off Anne and Paul at the Atlanta airport.