Page 77 of Stitch
Also, married fuck number six was a doozy. There was this little outbuilding that wasn’t part of the tour, but nobody caught us as we slipped under the barrier rope, and went around the back of it. We knew we only had minutes, and we knew we could get caught. While that was a real thrill for me, Camille was still getting used to my exhibitionist side, and finding her own, but she was trying.
I backed her up against the wall of the building, and I fucked her good and hard, fast, frantic, you know, like it was the last fuck. Did I have to keep a hand over her mouth to shut her up? Yeah, fucking right I did. The woman has no idea how to be quiet when she’s being railed, and if not for the sound of someone approaching just as I was trying to finish her off, after me, because I’d been a real bastard and got mine first, it would have been perfect. We were ushered out of there pretty quick, when the security guy discovered us. He wasn’t buying our ‘we got lost’ bullshit, any more than anyone would.
As soon as we made it back to the camper, I dragged my woman down onto the carpeted floor and hauled her jeans back down, using my tongue to drive her into screaming oblivion. Naturally I was hard as a rock after that, so married fuck number seven happened right on the floor of the camper, and it was perfect. Well, even with her worrying about getting carpet burn on her ass.
We lay together on the floor after we’d fucked, just enjoying the time together as we tried to calm our hearts and breathing back down again.
“Married fuck seven is my favourite so far,” I murmured, stroking Camille’s hair back from her damp face.
“Yeah… it was good… I mean, six was hotter than I expected. When that guy almost caught us… I didn’t expect that to be so exciting.”
“See? I told you. Fucking in public places is amazing. It’s always a thrill. Never knowing if some bastard is gonna walk up and catch you… yeah, it’s a buzz. Wait ‘til I fuck you in the clubhouse bar, where any of my brothers can catch us. There’s a little alcove I’ve been wanting to try. I could shove you in there, and rail you up against that wall. Anyone catches us, they’ll see more of me than they ever wanted to.”
Cammy
It shouldn’t have soundedappealing to me, but I think Stitch was unlocking a side of me I’d never known was even there inside me.
We’d eaten so much while we were out that we didn’t need an evening meal, so we made the bed, and slid between the covers, falling asleep almost immediately.
When I was woken the next morning, it was by married fuck number eight. Stitch was easing his cock inside me from behind, and strumming my clit, and I couldn’t believe it hadn’t woken me sooner, but it was amazing. What a way to wake up. What a way to start a day that might end in heartache.
Stitch’s fingers drove me right over the edge, and my orgasm destroyed the control he had over himself, because he followed me a few thrusts later.
“Morning wifey.”
“Morning hubster.”
“Hubster? Really?”
I giggled. “Just trying it out.”
I felt Stitch kissing the back of my neck, but he was laughing as he did.
“I’m vetoing that one, Camille. Just no. No hubster.”
I wriggled as his lips moved behind my ear, tickling me, while simultaneously sending a shiver down my spine.
“We need to get up at some point, but I wanted to wake you with my cock, since you made it so hard with all that whimpering you were doing in your sleep. You sounded just like you do when I’m fucking you so hard you can’t breathe right.”
Jesus. He was going to have me squirming again in no time at all.
When Stitch suddenly stopped nuzzling me, and reached for the buzzing phone beside the bed, I didn’t realise things were about to change in an instant, but that’s how life works, right?
“It’s my sister.”
He answered it on speaker, which surprised me, but then I guess he figured if he couldn’t speak in front of his wife, then who could he speak in front of?
“Hey sweets, what’s up?”
There was a pause, and then she spoke, and even though I didn’t know her very well, I could tell she sounded worried.
“Am I on speaker, Seth?”
Stitch groaned. “Yes, but I’m here with my wife, so you can talk, yeah? If my brothers were here, you’d get hell for not using my road name. I’ve told you this before.”
“Will you just shut up for a minute?”
She sounded frightened rather than pissed off, and I know Stitch was instantly on edge, sitting up with the phone resting in his hand. I sat up with him, ready to move if we had to.
