"You're making this all up," Leo said, finishing his s'more and licking the marshmallow goo off his fingers.
"I swear it," Hank said. "I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who knew a guy on campus, and he swore these sex monsters existed. There was this green one with big ears, and she was really rough. She took away virginity and rode some so hard that they didn't think they'd ever be able to use their dicks again."
"No way would anyone let some lizard woman fuck them like that," Alan said.
"I tell you, this lizard woman was everywhere on campus, just fucking everyone's brains out."
"Why are you like this?" Leo said. "Campfires are supposed to be for ghost stories. Not weird monster erotica."
Alan yawned.
"I'm getting some sleep," he said.
Hank carefully placed two more marshmallows on a double-pronged skewer and held them over the fire as Alan disappeared into his tent.
"I have to take a piss," Leo said.
"Fine," Hank said, as Leo disappeared into the woods around their campsite. "More marshmallows for me."
He squeezed chocolate bar and graham crackers around the toasty marshmallows when a noise made him freeze. Something was rustling in the bushes.
He took a couple steps closer, and then something emerged. Three feet tall. Green and scaly with long ears. She was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, tied in a knot beneath her surprisingly curvy breasts, and a tiny pair of denim shorts. Her shiny green hair was tied back in a pony tail. Hank backed away, only to trip over the log he'd been using for a seat.
Flat on his back, Greta climbed on top of him and tore his shirt open. Then she grabbed the hot s'mores he'd left unattended and smashed them on his bare chest.
At first, the pain of the hot, melty chocolate made him groan in pain. But then she was licking at it.
"Yummy," she said.
Her tongue flicked back and forth across his nipple. Then her sharp little teeth, ever so gently, bit into it, chewing on it a little bit, then sucking.
Three sharp nails pinched and flicked and rubbed one nipple as she sucked the marshmallow and chocolate and cracker crumbs clean off the other.
Hank moaned as she stuck her hand in the center of the mess she'd made and massaged it into him, spreading the s'mores across his torso. Her mouth moved further across his chest, part-licking, part-biting, and part-kissing the sweet dessert off of him. The sweetest dessert of all.
She continued to smear it across his body as she continued to explore that body with her mouth, occasionally moaning, "Mmmm. Yum yum." Hank's toes curled, and he balled his hand into a fist and bit down on it as she licked his abdomen.
When she got to his waist he was sticky from the dessert and from her saliva, and the outline of his rigid wood was visible through his pants. Greta rubbed the outside of it a couple times until it couldn't get any harder, then slid one hand down his pants, wrapping her three dexterous fingers around his throbbing manhood.
At first, she was slow and gentle. But as she continued she gripped tighter and tugged more vigorously. Hank bit his lip to keep from making a sound, trying not to wake up the other campers, but a long, low moan escaped him. It wasn't long before another white, creamy goo joined the melted marshmallow covering the long green fingers.
She slowly, deliberately sucked the mess off each finger, one by one, and then licked the rest of her hand.
"And now for your dessert," she said.
She crawled over him, and he was still hard in anticipation. She spun around at his face. She dropped her short shorts and shook her perfectly round, firm haunches suggestively a couple times before slowly, deliberately, lowering them down on to Hank's face.
She rocked back and forth and side to side before Hank, almost reflexively, stuck his tongue out and wiggled it inside of her. Soon, his face was covered in moisture, and, without anyone even touching the lower half of his body, he came in his pants again.
Greta kissed him, leaving a smear of marshmallow cream and chocolate in the shape of her plush lips on his cheek. Then she disappeared into the darkness away from the campfire.
Hank thought he saw her slip inside a tent out of the corner of his eye. He sat back up on his log and tried to wipe some of the mess off his face.
"You must be really enjoying those s'mores," Leo said, emerging from the woods and observing the mess of sticky sweetness all over Hank's chest and face, and probably also the thick protein stain all down the front of Hank's pants.
"Yeah," Hank managed to say. "Definitely. In a way I've never enjoyed them before."
"Whatever, man," Leo said. "I'm going to bed."
He slipped inside the tent he was sharing with Alan. When he crawled into his sleeping bag, his feet ran into something at the bottom.
He peeked down and saw something hiding in his sleeping bag. It was a scaly, shimmering green, like a snake, but humanoid. Long, pointy, bat-like ears, but also long, silky green hair, full eyelashes, and fuller lips.
"There's something in my . . ." he started to say.
"Shut up!" Alan called from his cot. "I'm trying to sleep."
"But there's . . ."
Greta held a finger to her plush lips to hush him.
Then she began to massage him groin.
"Ohhhh," Leo moaned, shifting wildly left and right in his sleeping bag.
"I said keep it down over there!" Alan said again.
Greta tugged Leo's pants down to his knees. She traced the clear outline of his bulge in his boxer briefs with a long fingernail, then put her mouth around it, probing it with her tongue and lips.
"OhhHhhhhH!" Leo said, thrashing wildly as he was overcome by spasms of ecstasy.
"Quiet!" Alan groaned again.
How am I supposed to be quiet, when a sex goblin's gumming my knob?
His underwear was soaked through with her slobber. He could feel the wetness on his skin underneath.
"A girl could break a tooth on this thing," Greta said excitedly.
She pulled down the underwear, so Leo's hard, throbbing instrument was exposed to her, hidden from the rest of the world only by the sleeping bag.
At first, she only put her pursed lips around the tip. Then, she ran her tongue up and down the entire length of it, before sticking her mouth back over it, curling her lips over her teeth and taking about half of it.
She tightly grasped the base and brought her lips all the way down to meet her fist.
Leo was moaning and rolling side to side as she sucked like she was the prize winner of some kind of popsicle eating contest.
"Slow down," Leo pleaded, "or else I think my balls might fall off!"
But she only became more passionate, squeezing harder and sucking faster.
He shuddered as he came. He peered down the sleeping bag again to watch Greta swish his load around in her mouth before emphatically swallowing.
Then she crawled over him and out of the sleeping bag. He watched as she climbed into Alan's cot.
Before Alan could say anything, she grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks with one hand until she was forcing his mouth opened. She spit, sending a long, sweet stream of saliva from her mouth into his. Then she squeezed his lips shut with two fingers until he swallowed. Then she shimmied down his body, massaging him the entire way.
She became a lump of blankets at the foot of the bed. Her arm appeared, dropping her tiny shorts to the floor, then disappearing back under the covers, then reappearing holding Alan's pants and underpants, dropping those, too.
Leo couldn't help but watch as the blankets rose, the pointy ears and hourglass curves giving them the distinctive shape of Greta's figure. It straddled Alan beneath the covers. The figure began rocking wildly back and forth. The cot made a loud creaking noise.
Boink! Creak! Boink! Creak! Boink!
"Oh my G-aaaaaaaaaaaaaw!" Alan moaned. "Holy fuuuuuuuuuuu-!"
Boink! Creak! Boink! Creak! Boink!
The cot bounced up and down, still squeaking, as Greta continued humping under the covers.
Boink! Creak! Boink! Creak! Boink!
Alan grabbed his pillow with both of his hands, folding it around his face as he continued to moan in ecstasy.
His moans mixed with the cot's squeaking and the giggles and soft whimpers coming from beneath the blanket.
"Don't stop, baby! Don't stop!" he yelled.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Almost there," the raspy voice beneath the blanket said.
They both screamed at once.
"Hnng, hng, huuuh!" Alan moaned, visibly shuddering.
Greta crawled out from under the blanket at the foot of the bed, grabbed her shorts, and then slipped under the tent wall.
To Be Continued . . .