Responsible Campers (LNT)

Urooj Gillespie woke up from the dream with her quivering pussy discharging vaginal juices onto the sheets and the duvet. The room was filled with the pungent aroma of her cum. Her naked body was completely drenched with sweat. She could feel the sweat on her forehead and on her breasts as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her bedroom. Her heart was beating fast, and her nipples were erect.

Urooj lay there stunned. On the one hand she was relieved that it had just been a dream. But another part of her wished that the dream had been real and gone on.

The dream was a recurring one. It was one she had very often these days. And they were always vivid and easy to recall after she woke up.

In the dream, Urooj was wrestling naked with another woman on a golden caramel colored beach somewhere in the Australian outback.

Watching them wrestle was a naked man with an erect cock. He had a cigarette in his mouth. He was watching them as if he didn’t give a shit which of them won.

Urooj and the woman were wrestling for the man. Wrestling for his cock.

They were rolling around on the beach sand. The woman had the upper hand.

Urooj could smell the woman’s aroma and she was aroused by the fact that she and the woman were wrestling naked for the man’s cock. Urooj was trying hard to hide from the woman the fact that her nipples were erect and that her pussy was leaking. The woman she was fighting did not seem aroused at all and was trying to defeat Urooj.

The woman was winning. She was stronger and feistier than Urooj. Urooj felt like a real dirty slut, getting aroused during a naked fight with another woman over a man. She felt like she was the sleaziest cucqueen in the whole world.

But then, she was also desperately aroused and wanted the woman to continue ravaging and humiliating her while the man they were fighting over, looked on.

The woman had mounted her and pinned her arms onto the sand. She whacked Urooj’s naked pussy with her own. Urooj let out a cry of pleasure and twisted and turned on the sand. The woman let out a cry of victory, called Urooj a dirty slut and spat into Urooj’s face. Urooj opened her mouth and drank the woman’s spit down.

Then the woman jumped across Urooj’s body, and her groin was near Urooj’s face. The woman swiftly lowered her pussy onto Urooj’s face.

There was a forest of hair around the woman’s vagina. But the lips of the vagina were a flaming red. The lips were engorged and seemed to have a life of its own. The groin and the inner thighs, which were covered with sweat, gleamed in the sunlight.

And the aroma. Urooj surrendered to the aroma which the woman’s pussy emanated onto her nostrils. Urooj raised her head and let her face get buried in the forest of black hair around the woman’s vagina.

Urooj reveled in the brew of vaginal excretions and sweat from the woman’s pussy and her inner thighs.

Surrendering to her sexual rival only aroused Urooj to another level.

This was what Urooj always wanted – to be sexually humiliated by another woman as the man they were fighting over, looked on.

Now the dream was over, and she was back in the real world.

But Urooj still felt her pussy quiver and longed for the woman to be atop her, whacking her pussy onto Urooj’s pussy.

Alas, she was all alone now in her stuffy bedroom. She wished she was still inside that beautiful dream and her face was buried in that woman’s lambent and dripping vagina.

Urooj moved a hand towards her vagina and inserted two fingers into it. It was wet like a lawn after a spell of rain.

She closed her eyes and began to fantasize about being sexually humiliated by the woman in front of the man they were fighting over.

Chapter 2

Urooj parked the car in front of her clinic. It was a white small two room single floored structure. It was the lone building in the vicinity apart from Lucille’s diner down the gravel drive.

A helicopter appeared on the horizon and flew across the bright morning sky. It was flying real low. Urooj had seen and heard a few helicopters over the last few weeks.

The lemon-honey smell of eucalyptus trees made the morning air sweet. There was also a hint of a cow dung smell. There were farms in the area around Urooj’s clinic. The strong wind spread the dung smell around.

As she opened the white clinic door, Urooj saw an envelope on the floor of the clinic. Urooj had sent her saliva for a test. The folks at the laboratory in town must have dropped it off. A privilege Urooj enjoyed because she was a doctor – a gynecologist.

Urooj sat in her chair, opened the envelope, and took out the one-page report. She stared at the report which she held in her hands. Her beautiful face contorted with a look of intense concern. The saliva test results were positive. She had contracted “Pudenda Atrophy Syndrome” or PAS as it was popularly known.

Was contracted the right word? The symptoms had started a year ago. The pain in the fingers and her shoulders. The softness of her breasts. And of course, the