Heck I play almost every weekend and often with someone new. Guess you can call me a male slut. That's OK. I LOVE my life.Now my story:I had planed a ...hursday night to Sunday evening camping trip. But plans change. A friend was suppose to come camping with me Thursday but she got stuck with an extra half shift at work. I had the camp trailer ready and was itching to go. My hormones were ready too. (bummer)So I was settling down for an internet porn date and a bottle of lotion when I checked. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it off, quickly followed by the bra. I posed boldly, purposely, for the two; hands on my hips, feet spread. I rocked my hips then teased “Check it out guys” and felt another surge of gratifying tummy shivers as they gawked and stripped. Sam bolted for the door and in moments the three of us were in the water again.We splashed and frolicked under the moon for 15 minutes, at first my brothers had stiff pricks but they slowly drowned in the lake. As we. She hadn’t removed her skirt to the full and her panties on.. her panties were soaked with cum and her fingers dripping with cum. I could feel the throb in my pants. My dick was aching to cum as my English professor​, beaula the angel turned out to be a slut that deserves a good fuck in all her holes. She covered​ her big boobs with her right arm flicked her hair back and licked the dripping cum of her fingers and asked me ” you are not planning on telling anyone Ryan, are you?” How could I. She: I have shown many such signs. You haven’t taken them.Me: Such an ignorant guy I am.She: That’s exactly what’s cute about you.Me: So, when shall we do it?She: This Saturday night? Can we do it in your flat?Me: Yes, we can do it in my flat. I will get some drinks. We can have some booze and then start having sexShe: Done.We then chatted for some time and slept. I was eagerly waiting for Saturday evening to enjoy my lovely babe, whom I have been fucking only in my imaginations. On the D day,.