Sometime during the night, Tara sucked me off again — this time while I remained in my sleeping bag. I worked her clit while she sucked me and I felt her body stiffen and her legs squeeze my fingers at one point. After I shoot my spunk into her mouth she again shared it with me, returning silently to her bed afterward.
On our last day camping, Tara went for a walk by herself, having discretely informed me moments before that she would be in our secret clearing. I managed to sneak off without anyone noticing and met her there about five minutes later. We didn’t have the blanket this time, so she stripped and bent over with her hands bracing herself against one of the big boulders while I fucked her from behind. I came eventually, licked her clean, and shared it with her then returned to the campsite carrying some dried branches for the campfire.
“Where’d you get off too?” Helen asked.
“I realized I hadn’t been down to see the river all the time we’ve been here. So, I took a little hike.”
“Hmmmm … I wish you’d said something … I could have walked down with you.”
“Sorry, Dear. Next time.” I said, insincerely.
That afternoon, we packed everything up and drove home. Tara spent several more nights with us before we had to take her and Amy back to school. Emily was flying back to school on the west coast the day before Amy was leaving.
I had to work so I didn’t see Tara during the day. I did sneak into the guest bedroom and spend about two hours with her each night. The second night, Helen stirred as I returned to my own bed and asked if anything was wrong.
“Couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs … watched some porn on the computer.”
“Oh gawd …” She groaned and went back to sleep. Helen detested porn and couldn’t understand want I saw in it. Hey, ask any guy; they’ll tell you.
On the last night of Tara’s stay, Tara and I both had a moment of panic — she was astride me and bouncing up and down on my cock – when we heard Emily or Amy get up to go to the bathroom. We were sure the bed’s creaking as Tara rode me was sure to be heard. In fact, Amy did mention something to Tara the next morning. Tara told Amy she was unable to sleep so she was getting herself off since it been so long since she’d been with a guy. Amy seemed to accept that, though Tara told me later that Amy’s reaction was one of having learned something that she would rather have not known.
We drove the girls up to school and Helen and I stayed in a motel near campus so we could attend the first football game of the season on Saturday afternoon. Much to my surprise, Helen got amorous after imbibing more wine than was her custom while we sat on the balcony of our room and reminisced about the kids when they were younger.
Helen gave me subtle signs that she was “in the mood” so I was happy to oblige her — the last time we’d had sex was for my birthday months earlier.
Of course, after a week of having had wild sex with Tara several times a day, sex with Helen was tame, at best. She liked to be on top until she came and she always had to stroke her own clit to get off while she rode me; I was never allowed to help. And always, as soon as she reached her climax she would roll off me and if I hadn’t cum, well it was too bad and too sad for me because then she was too exhausted for anything else.