Chapter 4
After we unload the car, the men help Joey set up our tent while I sit at the picnic table, feeling like a queen. If I’m going to be the freeuse slut tonight, I’m not going to lift a finger. They can set up the tent and feed me. I’ve got other duties—I’m their hole to use.
I snicker to myself. Yeah, I’ve got limits, dammit! I’m just here for a good time.
While I’m waiting, I grab my phone and earbuds out of my bag.
When I plug them in, the world falls away as the music soothes me.
The weight of my adult responsibilities falls from my shoulders, and I feel like I can finally relax.
I’m in a state of bliss as I lean back against the table, enjoying the sunshine and the cool breeze drifting through the forest.
I don’t even notice the guys approach me until Joey puts his hands on my shoulders, startling me. I jump, nearly dropping my phone on the ground. “Jesus!”
He grins down at me and says something I can’t hear over the music. I remove the earbuds. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I asked if you were having a good time.” His eyes sparkle with mirth and something else I can’t quite place.
“So far,” I say with a grin. “Darren’s a really good fuck.”
Joey chuckles. “I’ll take your word for it, though I hear Miles has a bigger cock.”
I blush at his words, surprised he’s giving sexual information about his friend. “That’s good info to know.”
Joey rubs his thumb over the pulse point in my neck. “The guys are almost done putting up the tent. After that, we’re going to grill some food and have a bonfire.”
“So, should I start getting ready, then?” I’m eager to find out what’s coming my way tonight.
“We’ll give you some time to relax and freshen up. Don’t take too long. They can’t wait to get their hands on you.”
He gives my neck a nip before sauntering away, and I’m left feeling turned on and a little lightheaded. Damn, I think I’m going to enjoy this camping trip.
I take a change of clothes with me—including the white lace top Joey told me to bring—and scout out the central bathrooms. Peeking into the showers, I note they look well maintained.
I’m going to need to clean up at some point tonight, but for now, I’m enjoying being dirty with another guy’s cum in me.
It gives me that delicious, slutty feeling I crave.
When I get back to our campsite, the guys are all poking at the coals in the firepit. This seems like a start of a joke. How many men does it take to light a fire? One, plus one more...yeah, I can’t think of a good punchline…unless it’s something about how it takes six guys to light MY fire.
I’m snickering to myself, and Joey looks up from the fire when I approach. His eyes roam over me, lingering on the white lace top. My nipples harden, and I know they are visible through the lace. It takes six guys to light my fire…or just one very sexy husband.
He grins. “Looks like someone’s ready for a good time.”
Arousal pulses through me at his words as I step closer to the fire.
I’m dressed in nothing but the top, skimpy tight shorts, and my socks and shoes.
The next person to fuck me will find out I’m not wearing panties.
My hair is wild and messy from the trip and from being bent over the tailgate of the car.
I’m like a wood nymph who’s ready to be ravished by hungry men.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that Joey wants to watch me getting used by a bunch of his friends. He seems totally at ease and happy, so he obviously does. Hell, I might be more uncertain than he is.
He leans in to kiss me, and his tongue plunders my mouth as he moves his hand up to tweak my nipple. My legs buckle, but he holds me steady. His eyes blaze with heat, and he murmurs, “It’s going to be a fun night.”
“Yes,” I pant as I struggle to keep standing, my legs wobbling.
“But first, we eat.” He smacks my ass as he steps away, and I stagger from the impact.
I stand there for a moment, watching as he returns to the grill and flips the hamburgers and hot dogs.
The other men are busy watching Joey or looking at me.
I’ve seen these guys a handful of times, but how well do I really know them?
Does that even matter? They’re here to use me, and Joey is getting his kicks from this as well. I just have to remember that.
My mouth waters at the smell of dinner cooking. I’m also craving a taste of cock. I’m not sure which I need more...maybe cock.
Wandering over to the cooler, I grab a bottle of water and turn to see Miles sitting at the picnic table, staring at me like I’m a scrumptious snack he plans to devour.
Come and get it, big boy. I almost wish I didn’t know he has an enormous cock.
Now I’m desperate to see it. I wonder if he’s already hard?
My breath catches, and I force myself to look away from him.
To distract myself, I return to the firepit, and Joey hands me a plate with a hamburger patty on it.
They spread the burger fixings out on the picnic table, so I have to get close to Miles to put condiments on my bun.
It’s hard not to picture Miles putting his special sauce all over me.
I know there’s a joke in there somewhere, but my brain is having trouble concentrating.
As I squeeze the ketchup out, I can sense Miles’s eyes still on me, and my entire body vibrates from sexual tension.
When he stands up and moves behind me, I fight the urge to rub my thighs together in anticipation. Please God, let him fuck me right here, right now. Miles wraps his arms around my waist, holding me flush against his chest. He grinds his hardness against my ass, and I moan softly. Oh fuck, yes.
He snakes his hand down the front of my shorts to my pussy as he kisses the back of my neck.
I want to melt back into him, and I moan from joy when he rubs his finger against my clit.
I get lost in the moment and almost drop my burger.
Shit, I need to pay attention. I catch Joey grinning at me, and I smile back.
This really is messed up, but I’m loving it.
Miles removes his hand and bends me over the table. I barely have time to set my plate next to me before my face is practically in a bowl of chips. They look tasty. Would I get a laugh if I licked one up and started eating it?
My shorts being dragged down my legs distracts me from the chips. A moment later, Miles plunges his cock inside me, and I cry out as he fills me up. Fuuuuck, Joey was right, Miles is huge.
He keeps me pinned to the table with one hand as he pounds into me and groans, “Your pussy feels amazing.”
I want to tell him that his cock is the amazing thing, but the way it’s stretching me out fries my brain, and I can’t speak. Miles with the wonder schlong. Who knew? Okay, well, apparently Joey did.
Miles skims his free hand up my stomach, squeezing my breast, and I arch my back to give him better access. He rubs my nipple between his fingers as his other hand wraps around my waist and rests on my stomach.
Oh fuck, this is so hot. My heart races, and my senses are on high alert. Every plunge is more intense, and being in clear view of everyone makes me dizzy. I didn’t think I had an exhibitionist streak in me, but knowing anyone can walk past and see us is turning me on more.
I rock my ass back to meet his thrusts as rapture builds in my core. I’m hanging on to the picnic table for dear life, writhing in ecstasy. His thick cock makes me forget about our audience.
My pussy clenches around his cock as the orgasm builds. Miles moans, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to come inside you.”
My head is swimming as he drives into me. The pleasure is too much, and I scream as my orgasm rips through me. The bliss is overwhelming, and my legs shake uncontrollably as he continues to fuck me through it. He gives one last hard thrust before he erupts inside me with a loud groan.
When he pulls out, a gush of warm cum trails down my leg as I slump forward. Yeah, this guy just fucked me senseless.
He tugs my shorts back up around my waist and slaps my ass. “Good slut.”
Whaaa? I watch Miles walk towards the firepit, and Joey smiles at him before approaching me. A raging beast of need is in his eyes as he helps me stand. I want to drop to my knees and suck his cock right here in front of everyone. The more guys I fuck, the more I want to give Joey pleasure.
His eyes shine in the dim lighting. “How are you?”
“Mm...good,” I pant. “Really good.”
He gives me a tight embrace. “I’m glad. We’re going to have a blast tonight, but right now, you need to eat. You need your strength.”
Shit, he’s right. I really do need to eat.
Only two guys have fucked me so far. The night is young.
I take my burger with me to a chair by the firepit and absentmindedly eat while enjoying the feeling of my full pussy.
How many loads of cum am I going to take tonight?
What sort of woman enjoys being used and having multiple guys’ cum in her like this?
God, I really am a whore. It’s wonderful.
While the guys chat about sports scores and work stuff, my mind churns over my sluttiness and what I’m expecting tonight.
When I catch Joey’s eye again, he’s happy and animated.
Hell, he looks like he’s having the time of his life.
My mind clears as I focus on him. It doesn’t matter what type of woman does what I’m doing, because I have Joey’s full blessing.
He wants me to embrace my inner slut, and he’s set up tonight for me to do it safely.
A sense of power engulfs me and my body zings alive with the awareness that all these men want me.
They agreed to this camping trip because they want to fuck me.
I’ve never felt more desired in my life, and suddenly every glance at me is foreplay.
I become hyperaware of everything; the soft breeze, the crackle of the fire, the cum dripping from my pussy.
I’m a sexual goddess, and I’m ready to embrace every cock I can get.
But first, I want a shower.