Twelve Days of Christmas - Prologue

Prologue:

August 5th, 1989

It was nearly dinner time when we got to the campground. It took another half hour to get the old canvas wall tent set up with its collection of aluminum poles that seemed like they all had to be held up at the exact same time. My girlfriend, Amy, was a real trooper, trying to hold three sets of poles up at the same time while I tried to connect the poles that went across the roof. More than once we lost the battle and had to start over in the sweltering afternoon sun. Had we gotten here earlier, we might have gotten a nice shady spot like the neighbors. Their bright yellow nylon tent was sheltered under two big oak trees, where our site had absolutely no afternoon shade at all. After the third failure, both of us were getting hot and testy. Amy demanded a break to change, and I agreed. No, we hadn't gotten the tent up yet, but that wasn't about to slow Amy down.

I met Amy one night as I was jogging along a road in the city park just down from my parents' house. She was stuck by the side of the road with a flat tire. My parents had always taught me to be a gentleman, so I put my running aside to help the VERY good looking young woman out of her predicament. Amy had a spectacularly large set of boobs encased in a thin white cotton shirt, completely unbuttoned, but held together in the front with a large knot made of the shirt-tail. Not only was a significant portion of her breast showing through the unbuttoned front, but the material was thin enough that I could easily see her dark areola and nipples through the white shirt. She had on high heels and white knee socks and a tiny red plaid skirt that was so short it barely covered the round curve of her butt. I couldn't help but notice, as I was on my knees, changing her tire, that there was a rather important undergarment missing. She had a completely shaved pussy with full round lips that were completely visible to me as I worked, and she stood next to me.

She of course noticed where my eyes were going, and as I worked, she untied the knot holding her shirt together. She fanned herself with the now completely undone shirt, waving the sides of the shirt to blow air across her bare breasts, making my dick get hard as a rock in my nylon running shorts. I was bent over, putting the spare tire in the trunk when I felt her step against me, pressing her body against my butt. Her hand slipped around my thigh and into my shorts, grabbing my dick through my briefs. I stood there while she worked the front of my briefs down inside my shorts, exposing my dick to her hand. With her hand holding my dick she offered to stop by my house after she got off work at the little topless bar outside of town. I knew the place. Most guys my age did. I also knew they were VERY strict about their girls going out with clients of the bar. They'd been closed once for prostitution because some of the girls were caught playing with the patrons in the parking lot after work. She assured me she was NOT one of those girls.

Later that night she did show up at my parents' house, and explained that she wasn't bashful about her body, and stripped completely for me right out on the back patio. She let guys look at her and for a large enough tip, touch her boobs or pussy. But she absolutely drew the line at letting guys have sex with her. She said that if I didn't mind her work, that she wouldn't mind seeing me some more. I said I thought I could handle it which pleased her. She then undressed me and made sure that I understood that the guys touching and looking at her made her VERY horny and that if we were going to be dating, I could have as much sex as I wanted.

Three months later, it was pretty clear that she was insatiable. She LOVED to be touched, licked, kissed, fingered and yes, fucked! She'd even brought home a friend one night for some "extra fun" as she put it. So it was no surprise when she completely stripped right next to the car to put on the tiny string bikini to cool off. It also wasn't a surprise when she got done and started undressing me as well. She soon had me completely naked next to the car with her on her knees in front of me, sucking and slurping on my hard dick. It didn't take her long to make me come in her mouth, greedily sucking every drop of my cum from my dick before she helped me put on the tiny speedo swimsuit she'd bought me a month before.

Dressed now in as little as was legal, we went back to work setting the tent up, getting the poles all in place on the fourth attempt. I opened the tent up and unzipped all the window coverings to let as much air into the tent as possible, knowing it was going to get darn hot darn fast. She stepped in with the sleeping bags and pillows, tossing them down before pulling her bikini bottom off and begging me to lick her pussy. She had one of the sexiest pussies I'd ever seen in person, and I was always eager to put my fingers, tongue or dick into it. She made sure I had plenty of opportunities to do just that, except of course, right before she went to work. She didn't mind letting me lick or suck her, but she didn't want me to come inside her before work. I guess leaking cum down your legs all night wouldn't be comfortable.

As with all things, there were exceptions. And there was one for this as well. One night she wanted to have sex with me, and made me come in her twice before work, promising me she'd explain after work. When she got home, she showered as usual, and then sat on my lap and explained that she had a female customer that came on certain nights and had promised a huge tip if she could give her a shot glass of cum from her pussy. Apparently that load of cum I'd left in her was enough and she got paid a spectacular hundred dollar tip for a shot glass of my cum. Considering that she only made twenty dollars a week to start with, a hundred dollars for rubbing herself until she climaxed, squeezing my cum out into that shot glass, was worth it to the customer. That tip became the beginnings of what she called our honeymoon fund. We both suspected that it wouldn't end there, but neither of us was worried about that at the moment. The only thing she was worried about was the orgasm I was quickly pushing her to.

I was busy cooking dinner on the fire pit when the neighbors came back. They were young, close to the same age as we were, with a baby that looked to be only a few months old. The guy got busy changing the baby while the wife went into their tent. I looked up past Amy and stared as the woman started to peel her white one-piece swimsuit off. She stood in full view, standing inside the tent with the door unzipped and all the windows completely open. She had her back to the road as she pulled the suit down and off. Through the gap in the door I could see her quickly dry with the towel that had been wrapped around her, spreading her legs a bit to wipe her crotch before tossing the towel aside. She stepped into a pair of shorts and pulled on a t-shirt without anything on under it. I had to admit, from what I could see, she was every bit as good looking at Amy.

"Something catch your attention?" Amy asked quietly, watching my face.

"Uh. Just the neighbors," I answered evasively. I wasn't at all sure how Amy would take me checking out another woman.

Amy twisted around in her chair as the woman took the baby from the guy, who stepped into the tent and took his suit off. "Nice cock!" she whispered. "Wouldn't mind getting my hands on that!"

"AMY!" I hissed.

"What? Can't I look? You're not jealous, are you?" she asked as she twisted back to face me in her lawn chair. "What do you have to be jealous about? You know you're the only one allowed in here," she said as she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and showed me her clean shaven lips.

"I guess it can't hurt to look," I said quietly, not wanting the young woman to notice that I was looking. In fact, I was looking at almost her entire bare tit as she nursed her baby.

Amy twisted around again and looked over her shoulder. "Nice tits. I see why you're looking," she said as she twisted back to face me. "You want me to go invite her over?

"AMY!" I hissed. "NO!"

"Well, if you change your mind," she said with a giggle, knowing she was teasing me intentionally.

I continued to cook dinner, watching the young woman nurse her baby. She switched sides, allowing her breast to be completely exposed for several seconds. Her areola and nipple were dark, almost brown. A stark contrast to her otherwise lightly tanned skin. I could see there was just a tiny bit of a tan line around her chest, which made me wonder how often she pulled the top of her suit down to tan. I finished cooking and Amy and I ate dinner. We headed down to the river to cool off, not coming back until well after dark.

The neighbors were already in bed by the time we returned. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. We walked into the camp site and Amy stripped her suit off and hung it over one of the tent poles, the bright moonlight of the nearly full moon making her skin glow a blueish tint. She stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me. "You know what I like most about camping?" she asked in a soft whisper.

"What's that?" I asked as she slid her hands down my body to my swimsuit. She pushed my swimsuit down to expose my already hard cock.

"It reminds me of the first time we had sex. That first night, out on the patio? I sucked on you until you were ready to lose it and then I pulled you to the grass and pulled you down on me. Do you remember what I asked?"

"How could I forget? You asked if I minded if you didn't come the first time."

"I did. Do you remember why?"

"Because you wanted to remember exactly how my face looked when I came in you the first time. And if you were climaxing too, you might not see it."

"And I did see it. You looked sooooo blissful as you came inside me. I loved it. I loved how you looked, I loved how you felt in me, and I loved that when you looked at me you didn't see big tits, or a bare pussy. You saw me as a person, not a sex object. I love that about you. I love you! I hope you've fallen in love with me as much as I have you."

"I do love you. I'm just always afraid someone else is going to steal you away from me. I'm not all that much to look at."

"I think you're very fine to look at," she whispered. "Would you do me a favor if I asked you to?"

"You know I'd do anything you asked."

"I know doing things out in the open makes you nervous. But I want you to lay me on the table and lick my pussy until you make me come as hard as you can. I want to climax in the moonlight and under the stars. Then I want you to put that fantastic dick of yours in me and fuck me until you come. I want to see that look again. That look of bliss on your face. I want to remember this night forever."

"Oh? Why this night?" I asked quietly.

She pulled us together and kissed me, long and slow. It was a wet erotic and loving kiss. She finally broke the kiss and whispered, "Because I know what you are going to do tomorrow."

"How could you know that?" I asked with a furrowed brow.

She giggled. "Because you're horrible at hiding things. Especially little boxes with rings. I don't know what you have planned to pop the question, but all you have to do is take me tonight, and when you're done. Ask. The answer is already given."

"You're incredible," I whispered. I swept my arm under her legs and carried her the few yards to the table and lay her on it. I took my suit off and tossed it over my shoulder dramatically, drawing a giggle from her. Then I lowered my face between her legs as she lifted and spread them.

I just happened to be looking up Amy's body at her fantastic tits when I saw her slip from the tent, the woman in the next site. She walked quickly, almost nervously, towards a tree in the small treeline between our campsites. Her tent was a good forty yards from ours, but the tree-line and the table were much closer to each other. I watched her, squat down behind a tree, shielding herself from the road as she let herself pee. Squatted down completely naked. From where I was, I could easily see her full, milk filled tits and her pussy with its significant inner lips in the moonlight.

Amy moaned loudly as I stroked my tongue up between her lips and over her clit, drawing the woman's attention to us. She had a startled look on her face as she backed around the far side of the tree. I could see her look towards her tent and then towards me, trying to gauge if she could sneak back to her tent. Apparently deciding she couldn't, she cowered behind the tree. With nothing to see, I concentrated on Amy, licking her clit and pushing two fingers into her hot pussy. She moaned and groaned about how good it felt as I teased her. She used her feet on my shoulders to lift herself towards my face, her hands trying to pull my face to her pussy. I looked up her body towards her tits, reaching my free hand to one of her firm breasts, squeezing it and her hard nipple.

I heard a second moan, one a bit past Amy. I looked towards the tree, wondering if the woman was still there, and saw her face poking around the side of the tree. As I continued to work on Amy, coaxing her climax closer and closer, the woman behind the tree got braver and braver, slowly moving out around the tree. She stayed squatted down at first, almost as if she was not as obvious if she did. But she held her knees apart and pushed three fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She finally stood, standing in full view, her legs apart as far as she could while standing, her fingers working feverishly on her clit. She stared at me and at Amy, laying on the table, clearly excited by the sight, and possibly by what she was showing me. Our eyes locked for a moment, confirming for both of us that we saw each other. I knew what Amy wanted; I knew I had her close. I watched the woman standing barely thirty feet away as she started to climax, while Amy was moaning loudly that she was coming as well.

I stood up between Amy's legs, letting her spread them for me. She found my dick and guided me to her spasming pussy, letting me slide into her still orgasming body. The woman stood, playing softly with her pussy now, making no effort to hide herself or her actions from me as she stroked her clit. She used her free hand to squeeze one and then the other breast, clearly wanting more from her orgasm. In the light of the moon, I could see little glistening streams erupt from her nipples, milk spraying out in multiple tiny little streams as her body shuddered again, coaxed to a second peak by her fingers as I plunged in and out of Amy.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I heard from the road only a couple dozen yards from the table.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You can't just have sex out here like this! There are children around! What the hell is the matter with you?" an older woman practically shouted at us.

Amy pushed up onto her elbows and looked at the woman. "What is it to you? It's the middle of the fucking night?"

"I should call the rangers. They'll run your ass to jail for public indecency!"

"Why don't you go get fucked?" Amy said. "You're just jealous that your husband isn't ballsy enough to fuck you in the moonlight!"

"I am NOT! My husband could have sex with me any time he wants!"

"Then why are you screwing up MY time when you should be spread out on your own table!"

"You little hussy! I don't care how good looking you think you are! You can't be having sex in public like this. I'm going to go get the rangers!"

"Come on. We'll go finish this in the tent," I said quietly, looking up to the woman by the tree, who was now hiding from the woman in the road.

"No! Just because she's stuck up. I wanted this! I wanted to see you come in me! It's too damn dark in the tent to see anything!" Amy complained.

"If the rangers throw us out, it'll ruin the rest of the weekend. Come on. We can do this later," I said, coaxing Amy off the table.

"Oh fine," Amy said with obvious frustration. I led her back to the tent, the woman heading down the road towards the bathrooms now that we had given up. I watched her walk away into the dark and then led Amy back to the table, laying her back down while the woman behind the tree tried to sneak back to her own tent.

"Now, where were we?" I asked with a grin, sliding my still hard cock back into my now fiancé. It didn't take long for me to finish what we started, unloading my cum deep into her pussy. She sat up, wrapped her arms and legs around me to keep me from pulling out of her and kissed me deeply. "Will you marry me?" I whispered.

"I would love to," she whispered back. "I've waited a long time for a man to love me for who I am, not what I look like. I always knew one day I'd find him."

I woke up the next morning and crawled out of the tent to start a fire to make breakfast. All I'd pulled on was a pair of shorts and a pair of tennis shoes. I squatted by the fire ring and started working on building a fire. She came out of the tent in a long t-shirt, walking towards the fire ring in their campsite, carrying her baby. She sat on a cut log with her back to the road and partly facing me. I could see her looking at me but wasn't sure what the look meant. Then she shifted herself, pulling the long t-shirt up from under her butt and pulling it all the way up in front to expose one of her breasts. She looked down and helped guide her baby's face to her exposed nipple. Once the baby had latched onto her nipple, she shifted some, spreading her legs. The baby was laying across her lap, but from my view I could see under the baby all the way to her completely bare pussy.

"Just engaged and already looking at other women?" Amy whispered as she leaned against me. I could feel the firm softness of her tits and her hard nipples poking into my back as she kissed my ear.

"I think it's more the other way around," I said quietly, hoping the woman didn't hear me. "She's flashing me."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. She snuck behind a tree over there last night to go pee and then realized we were out there. She hid behind the tree for a while and then played with herself while I made you come."

"Oooooooo. Naughty! Should I go invite her to come over?"

"I don't think she wants to be that obvious," I answered as the woman shifted the baby on her lap, leaving her right breast completely exposed for long seconds. The shirt fell down over it again, but she pulled it up with one hand until both breasts were exposed. She looked over at the two of us, making sure we saw what she was doing, and then down at her baby, getting the little girl latched onto her breast, still holding her shirt up so that her other breast was exposed.

Amy reached around between my legs and stroked my already hard cock. "Someone's getting excited," she whispered in my ear. "Should we show her what she's missing?" Amy continued. I felt her hands move; her chest still pressed to my back. She pushed my shorts down, slowly forcing them over my butt and then down my thighs until my dick was completely exposed. Amy reached around me with one arm around from each side. "I have men that would kill to have me do this for them," Amy whispered in my ear, her breath tickling as she spoke. She started to stroke my hard cock with both hands, slowly running them the length of my shaft, my head disappearing into her hands with each stroke. "Just watch her. She's watching you," Amy said as the woman shifted the baby, allowing her to slip one of her hands between her legs.

Her husband didn't see what was going on, his back to her as he worked at the picnic table, preparing breakfast on their gas stove. The baby finished feeding and she shifted to let her sleep, the shirt still hooked over both breasts for a few more seconds before it fell down to cover both nipples. She stared at my cock as she slowly stroked her own pussy, letting us watch as she played with herself.