Never A Sure Thing Chapter One: The Camping Mistake

After many attempts at getting pregnant, she decides the best way to put her husband at ease is to go on a camping trip. Will the relaxation of their trip bring them closer to making a family?

(A.I. Image Dreamerland)

I have always loved cocks, dicks, trouser snakes, whatever people called them. I have always loved them long before I sucked Billy Madix's dick under the bleachers after graduating from high school.

Which was my first experience with a cock, he was the local bad boy, and I had just turned eighteen a few weeks prior.

Even in high school, I considered sucking all the guys' cocks in my senior class, but that was ethically wrong as I was brought up to be a lady, not a whore as my mother would say.

When I went to college, the whore inside of me was released. I sucked any cock that was put in front of me. It didn't matter what the size was. If it was a cock I wanted it in my mouth, between my tits, and in my hands.

I collected cock pics and had a whole folder full of them. I couldn't care less what size, big, small, micro, giant, or massive; I sucked them all, and after I was done with them, I took a picture of them for my collection.

That wasn't to say I fucked any of them. No, I was saving that for the best cock of them all. One that could last at least twenty minutes of me sucking them off, or between my tits.

Not many guys lasted that long. Hell, most guys didn't last two minutes. I had gotten good at sucking cocks, I had my own way and secret, and it never failed me. I could deep throat a nine-to-ten-inch dick with no problem at all.

I even got some of the older men off within seconds. They would brag about their age and experience, but it was all talk. Once they were in my mouth for mere seconds, they were grabbing the back of my head and moaning about how good I was and how close they were to cumming.

I was a champion cock sucker, and some of the other women across campus and even some of the female teachers and professors came to me for advice and lessons on how to suck a cock with perfection.

College was a breeze for me, not only for my cock sucking skills, but because every nerd wanted to tutor me, and for their help, all I had to do was jerk them off, or suck their cocks, which was an easy payment plan for me.

Sure, having a set of H-cup tits didn't help; I was naturally busty since my junior year in high school, and I kept growing from there.

I knew what I wanted to do; they always said to find something you like to do, and you would never work a day in your life. Well, I wanted to become a urologist.

I loved everything about cocks, so why not have a job where I was around them all the time?

My second thought was to become a stripper, but I was no good at dancing, nor did I have any rhythm.

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The college years flew by, and I graduated with honors. I decided that I was going to put my whoring ways behind me and find a good man.

After graduating, I got a nice condo by the beach. I loved the beach; being landlocked all my life was a drag, so being close to it made a big difference, and I got to stare at the guys with tight bodies, rock-hard abs, and muscles.

I often stared at them on my day off and teased them with small bikinis. Some of them I got to know very well.

Just because I didn't suck them off or do anything with them, because I wanted to be taken seriously now that I was putting my professional life first, didn't stop me from getting dick pictures from them.

A lot of women hated getting dick pics, but I loved it.

In the medical field, I met Daniel; he was also training to become a general doctor. I got a lot of references from him, and I gave him some of my clients in return. We had a good professional relationship.

Daniel asked me out on a date, and I was reluctant to go. Not because he wasn't good-looking or anything, but because we worked so close together, I didn't want him to catch feelings for me, and I wouldn't feel the same way.

That feeling changed the moment I saw his eight-inch cock and felt it in my mouth. I knew we would be together for a long time. He never did meet the ten-minute mark, but I knew he was the one because he loved fucking my mouth, sure, many others had fucked my mouth, and used it as a fuck hole.

Daniel was different; he not only loved fucking my mouth, but he was addicted to it. He loved fucking my mouth more than fucking my huge tits; he called my throat his 'throat pussy’ and he said it many times repeatedly as he fucked my throat.

We walked down the aisle together two years later, my blonde hair to his ginger. I was naturally tanned, and he was as pale as a ghost. We were meant for each other: his big dick and my big boobs.

After just a few failures in the bedroom, we finally got in sync. The first few times were horrible. We were both awkward our first time; it was the first time I fucked anyone.

Daniel didn't believe I was a virgin. I had told him all about my college years, but I had also told him it was just sucking cock, jerking cocks off, and being tit fucked, never actual sex. For him, I was his second; the first woman he slept with was a virgin also.

Once we got in sync with each other, sex became amazing, mind-blowing even. We both became addicted to sex. Sex was a daily thing after that, not weekly or monthly like some other couples; we had sex every single day. We were a match in sex heaven.

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To Daniel, I was his cock hungry slut, and I owned every word and meaning. It didn't matter if there were friends or family around. My hand was in his pocket, pulling and tugging on his dick.

I sucked his cock right in front of his friends at his twenty-fifth birthday party, then watched as he fucked one of my best friends for his thirtieth.

We were meant for each other. We both loved sex. We were both good at our jobs. He had his general practice, and I had my clinic.

Early in our marriage, we decided to put off having kids until we were financially secure. We had seen many couples with kids that weren't ready for them, and we didn't want to end up like them.

As Daniel approached thirty-four and I had just turned thirty-two, we decided it was time to expand our family.

We had a great house in a good neighborhood, our vehicles were paid off, and we were very financially secure, with a large amount of savings and other investments. We knew we were financially and mentally prepared to take care of kids.

After months of trying, I still hadn't gotten pregnant. Who knew getting pregnant would be such a hassle? We were both in our prime and healthy, but I couldn't get pregnant no matter what we did or tried.

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"Now, cum now!" I said as Daniel fucked me.

I looked into his face as he had my legs on his shoulders. It was that time again, a routine we had gotten into of fucking at a specific time during my cycle. But I knew just like he did that it wouldn't work.

"Jesus," Daniel breathed heavily as he lay out on the bed. "That has to be it," he said, shaking his head. "I don't think I can go another round."

Four times was our maximum, and he would cum inside me every time.

We both had seen specialists, and they all found nothing wrong with us. My damn womb just didn't want a baby in it.

We decided that if I didn't get pregnant by the end of the year, we would seek another means, whether it was adoption or something more drastic.

Daniel didn't like the idea of me going to the clinic and getting inseminated with someone else's sperm. Daniel didn't like the idea of raising another man's child.

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"Why not a vacation?" Raylene asked. She was Daniel's younger sister.

I had nicknamed her Ray, as in a ray of sunshine; there was never a dull day or something that she didn't think was a bad situation.

"I don't know," I grimaced as I looked at her.

She had a woman's boutique, as she liked to call it, a few minutes from my clinic, so we met daily for lunch.

"When was the last time the two of you went camping or did anything exciting?" Ray asked.

"It’s been a while," I nodded.

"See, a bit of relaxation could help relax the nerves. Go to the beach or the lake, get your mind off things," Ray smiled. "I am sure that’s when Ben got conceived, legs up in the air on the beach in Thailand."

"Great," I said, putting down my veggie burger. "I will never get that image out of my head."

Xander, her husband, was into men's fitness and was built like one of those male bodybuilders someone would see on the cover of a muscle magazine. Ray was a four-foot-six, very petite woman. Imagining them fucking was like something out of a midget porn video. Xander was close to seven-foot or above.

Plus, I had seen Xander's dick many times.

Before they got married, he was one of my first patients. He came by for routine checkups. The man was obsessed with his dick; he would send me dick pics nearly every week and come into my clinic at least once or twice a month. He still came by the clinic, but it was a lot less since he was married to my husband's sister.

Daniel suspected Xander was just coming by to check out my chest and not because he wanted to be examined.

"We could rent an R.V. and go to the lake we haven’t been there since we got married," I stated.

"A few drinks near the lake and the next thing you know," Ray smiled.

"Don't," I shook my head.

Ray had the bad habit of making every scenario a romantic one. I wasn't into romance. As long as we were there for the weekend, we had as much sex as possible; the rest would hopefully fall in line.

Ray shook her head; she hated our open marriage. I always tried to explain that it wasn't open to the point where we slept with anyone and everyone.

It was just free will; neither of us could just fuck anyone we wanted, we had to get approval from the other person, and there were no secrets or cheating. If I wanted to fuck another guy, I had to let Daniel know, and usually Daniel wanted to meet the guy. It was the same if he wanted to fuck another woman.

It was beneficial to both of us. We both knew sex would eventually get boring if it were just us. So, we liked to bring others, both men and women.

The one rule was no emotional attachment at all and no repeat offenders. We never went to the same well more than three times. After that, we cut them off, socially and professionally. It had worked so far, and neither of us saw anything wrong with it.

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"About time," Tasha, my assistant, said as I told her I was taking a long weekend.

I had already talked to Daniel about my plans to get away for the weekend, and he was all for it. So, we scheduled it for the following weekend. We would both take Friday and Monday off to have a four-day weekend.

"Hopefully this time it will work," I tried to sound optimistic as I looked over at my patient.

I loved my clinic because it was near a college, so I got strapping young men coming in for physicals all the time.

Most came because they heard about the busty blonde that touched their dicks.

Sometimes, I spent more time looking at their dicks to see if it was an ideal length and girth. Sometimes I would give them a slight tug job as I pretended to examine them. A few of them came right away, and others moaned a lot.

I could already tell by how his dick was throbbing and twitching that he would burst quickly.

"So, you think with all the relaxation and resting that Daniel will be able to put a baby in there?" Tasha pointed at my stomach.

"I hope so. We have been having sex nonstop, and no baby yet," I replied.

I pretended not to be paying attention to the length of time I had been stroking the young man's dick.

It had been just over forty seconds, and I could already see the look in his eyes. He was going to burst.

"It's just so frustrating," I sounded frustrated. I ramped up the speed of my hand going back and forth on his young cock, pretending to be mad at the situation and not his cock in my hand. "Wish he would just dump his fucking cum in me like many other men and seed me with a fucking baby already!"

There it was, the poor guy nutted all over himself and the gown.

"Sorry," he stammered.

Tasha had already started cleaning him off.

She liked doing that trick just as much as I did.

The rest of the physical went well.

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"He's coming back again," Daniel said as my head bobbed up and down in his lap.

Daniel always got road head whenever we were on long car rides. I always thought it was the least I could do as the co-pilot to keep him entertained. I had already made him cum twice, and a third was on the way.

It seemed a trucker had seen us and decided to follow us in case of another show.

I looked up in time to see the toothy grin of an older man driving a large truck. I smiled back at him as he gave me a thumbs up. I smiled and went back to the main attraction.

Daniel loved getting his dick sucked while he drove. It was the best part of the drive, he always said.

"Here it comes," Daniel said as I held his dick in my mouth.

'Right on time,' I thought.

My neck was feeling sore from sucking him off at this angle. Like always, I sucked him off until he was completely soft again. I never just let him cum and then stopped. I was an all-or-nothing girl.

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When we got to our destination, Daniel parked the large R.V. in a central location, next to some trees and a reasonable distance from the main entrance. We had been here plenty of times before and knew some of the locals, or the people who came regularly.

Some of them waved at us as we set everything up. Others asked why we hadn't come around as often as we used to; we told them about our jobs and how things were going.

At heart, we were social animals and liked to be around as many people as possible. Daniel loved to drink, I liked to talk, and I was always the center of attention with my giant breasts, which I loved to show off in skimpy clothes or low-cut tops.

It didn't take long for us to find a group of people who wanted to hang out and drink with us. So, after taking our bikes down to the restaurant and having a large dinner, we were ready to party.

That's when everyone introduced us to Douglas, a new regular who came to the lake every weekend. He had the biggest R.V. out here; the thing looked like one of those R.V. s that famous people would use.

Walking through it, we saw that it had everything: beds, a bathroom, a large-screen television, and many other perks.

Both sides expanded when he pressed a button, and the real party started. Liquor, Beer, and some other drugs got passed, and I began feeling great.

When I mentioned my job, the guys all had dick questions I was happy to answer.

I loved talking about dicks, and I didn't mind when guys would send me dick pics or pull theirs out. But the most often asked questions revolved around the size of a dick. And did size really matter, and was it true about black guys?

And the truth was, for me, size was everything. I hated to admit it to the more petite guys, but I loved a big cock inside me, nothing less than seven inches. Luckily for Daniel, he was sporting a good eight inches with a decent girth, or he wouldn't have made the cut.

As for the old rumor.

"No," I looked over at Douglas, a tall, muscular black male. "Not all black males have long, thick big black cocks," I smiled. "The biggest and longest I have ever seen," I looked at Daniel. "Belonged to a Mexican."

"Now you're just pulling our legs," David said. He was one of the partygoers.

"No, swear you not!" I held up my hands as I stared at the guys. "He had gone to his doctor for a physical the doctor told him there was a rash under his ball sack, the doctor told him to go get it checked out," I stopped and took a toke of the joint that was being passed around. "When he came into my clinic I shit you not; when that Mexican dropped his pants, I had to back up," I laughed. "It was fucking huge!"

"Must have been a swelling or an infection or something," one of the men said.

"Oh, no," I shook my head, blowing out the smoke as I passed the joint to Daniel. "This fucking cock was all him; believe me, I tugged on that thing with both hands and probably could fit another two hands on that motherfucker!"

"Well fuck me," Douglas laughed.

"The smallest?" one of the women asked.

"A white guy," I nodded to a chorus of boos. "Sorry, I am being blunt here, the thing was a micro penis, my pinky finger was bigger than it."

"Now she is fucking with us," another man said.

"Show them," Daniel chuckled as he looked at me.

"Fine," I shrugged as I downed another beer.

I took out my phone and went into my gallery.

"You have dick pics on your phone?" one of the women asked.

"And on her laptop," Daniel laughed.

"He collects boob pics, so if you got them, send them to him," I told the other women as I scrolled through the categories. I had my cocks in categories: small, tiny, large, thick, skinny, black, white. All of them fit a category.

"You don’t mind her having them?" a guy asked.

"She comes home to this one," Daniel said, grabbing his crotch. "Who cares what the others are packing," he laughed.

"It’s true, after all this weed and alcohol, he’s getting very lucky tonight," I nodded as I found it. "There it is, that’s the biggest," I said, taking out a cigarette.

"Holy fuck!" a woman said as my phone got passed around the group.

"That’s a big Mexican cock!" Hank exclaimed as it reached him. He was the caretaker of this place.

"Alright now the smallest," I blew out the smoke as I got my phone back. "There," I said as I found it.

"Aww," one of the ladies said as she saw it. "It’s so small!"

"Fuck that," one of the guys said. "I would empty my bank account for an extension if I had that fucking cock."

"It will cost a lot, and penis surgeries are risky at best," I shook my head. "They have to…."

All the guys stopped me as I made a cutting motion. "No, don't do that," Douglas shook his head.

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The night went well, and Daniel got very lucky once we returned to our place. He fucked me hard against the window as promised for some of them to see.

I pressed my huge tits against the window as he fucked me from behind. Many of the guys from the group stood outside our camper and cheered Daniel on as he fucked me.

After the show, where he came in my mouth, and I showed the guys that I swallowed his cum every time he came in my mouth, he fucked me in the ass and then my mouth. I was his slut and didn't mind going from ass to mouth and back again.

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Daniel fucked me again in the morning. He spread my legs wide and used me to care for his morning wood. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige. I was his to use as he pleased. He was heading to the lake to fish with the guys.

"Whoa," Daniel said as I pinned him against the R.V. wall when he returned.

"Fuck me!" I told him as I stripped his clothes off. I didn't care if he reeked of sweat and smelt like fish. I wanted his cock deep inside of me right now.

Daniel happily obliged as he fucked me doggy style on the floor. He loved this position because my ass thumped against him as he fucked me.

After a few minutes of calling me his slut, and many other names, he pushed deep inside me and dumped another load of baby batter.

I was hoping that with all the sex we were having so far this weekend, I would finally get pregnant, and we could start planning for our family.

I wanted it so badly. Something was missing in my life, and I knew that it was that motherly instinct kicking in. I knew that once I became a mother, I would feel whole, and maybe I would put this wild side of me to rest, once and for all.

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"Douglas invited us over for dinner," Daniel said as he showered.

"I don't think I want to go over there again," I said as I looked at him.

The shower in our R.V. was small. It was just big enough for one person.

"Serious?" Daniel asked. "You had fun last night," Daniel said, shaking his head.

"It’s how he was looking at me," I replied.

"All the guys were looking at you, you had your tits out, they were barely staying in that shirt," Daniel grinned.

He knew I loved teasing other guys, especially guys I had no interest in. I loved being a tease sometimes.

"Yeah, but," I tried to hide what I was truly thinking.

"Don’t start this bullshit again," Daniel stared at me, his eyes judging me right away.

"I’m sorry, it’s just that…." I pleaded.

"You grew up in a small-town yada, fucking yada," Daniel blurted out. "I am not asking you to go fuck the big mean black guy, or should I say the N word to make you feel at home?"

"I have never said that word!" I shouted back at him. "Just because you grew up in the city doesn’t mean you get to," I paused, staring at Daniel. "You know what, let’s go."

"Nope, don't want to go now, fuck it, since you don't want to go, you can go over there and tell him!"

I nodded my defeat and took a quick shower. Daniel was still pissed as he sat down to dinner.

"I'm sorry," I tried to apologize.

I grew up in a small town, and even though there were many colored people, we never associated with each other; we just nodded or waved at each other and went our separate ways. So, I didn't feel comfortable around many people of color; it was okay in my professional life because it was my job, but in my social and personal life, it just felt forced to me.

"Just go over there and have the decency to tell him," Daniel shook his head. "I know you will make up some bullshit lie, but at least you will be face to face."

"Fine!" I shot up from my chair and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

It was dark outside as the night had crept in. Douglas's R.V. was parked further out than most others.

"Doug?" I asked as I knocked on the door.

There was no answer. I walked around it but only saw the light blue light flickering.

"Doug," I called out again as I got to the back of his R.V. There was still no answer.

I grabbed a milk crate lying on the ground and stood on it to look through the large window on the back.

"Holy fuck!" I screamed.

I was staring at Douglas, absolutely going to town on his cock. He was two, handing the biggest, thickest, and most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my entire life.

Even with both hands jacking the shit out of it, the monster snake-like cock was still fucking huge. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Who knew the tall black guy was effortlessly sporting a monster cock, not a big cock, or huge cock, this was a fucking monster cock.

I had seen plenty of black cocks, and I always laughed at the porn comics or erotic stories that said a white female always fell in love at the sight of a black cock. I had seen tons and never fell in love with any of them. Until now, that is, I couldn't look away.

Douglas was watching some big woman on the screen getting fucked by a black guy and was jacking his monster cock, both of his hands going up and down, up and down. I was hypnotized by the motion of his hands and the way his cock stood to attention. I didn't even look at his face.

Then it happened, he looked over at me. I should have dropped to the floor and walked away, but I was rooted to the spot, just like those stupid erotic stories or comics or porn videos. I couldn't move; I was shouting inside my head to move, to get down from the crate and stop looking at his cock.

Douglas just smiled as he looked at me. He continued jacking his cock while looking straight at me. I didn't look away from him or his monster cock; I just couldn't move at all. I had never been turned on as much as I was now. I was soaking my shorts.

"Nicole!" I heard Daniel's voice yelling out in the darkness of the campsite.

"Fuck!" I said, dropping to the floor.

I quickly ran to the sound of his voice. I didn't want him to find me staring at another man's cock. We had never cheated before. We always knew all about the other person.

"He wasn’t there, I went looking for him but couldn’t find him," I lied as I reached Daniel.

"Probably went out," Daniel shrugged as we returned to our R.V.

"Yeah, that's it, he probably went out," I shrugged.

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