[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qp2ufq/first_time_sharing_my_stories_campout_nonconsent/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qua767/campout_pt_2_nonconsent_dubcon_gangbang_choking/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
**Part 3 and the conclusion of a *very* eventful campout for our dear Skye! Hope you enjoy. More erotica coming soon that’s a bit less intensive if this wasn’t totally your speed :) Thank you for reading as always and I love comments :)**
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Something heavy smacked me in the face. I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted whatever it was to go away so I could go the fuck back to sleep. I couldn’t even remember passing out, just being fucked, and cumming until I cried and begged for it to stop, then… darkness.
Sometime in the night, someone had carried me into a tent. There was a sleeping pad under me, at least. *That’s nice*, I thought, half-awake.
*Thunk*. The thing hit my cheek again, soft and meaty. I opened my eyes; it was difficult. So. I was not in my *own* tent.
Wes was on his knees beside my face, shirtless and still rubbing the sleep from his own eyes.
“Rise and shine, slut. Time for your first meal.” His voice was extra husky and gravely. My pussy twinged.
His huge cock loomed in my face. It was half hard, swinging lazily.
*Fuck*. The sun wasn’t even all the way up. He’d cum in me, or on me, like… *five* times the night before. *This man was insane*. I tried to roll over and ignore him. He could fucking wait.
Wes was too fast for me. He slammed my shoulder down and straddled my chest. It knocked the wind out of me and I gasped. “Fuck!”
That was all he needed. He leaned forward and thrust into my mouth.
He wasn’t all the way hard, but his thick cock still blocked my windpipe. I pushed uselessly against his thighs as he began riding my face.
I stifled a moan. My sore pussy was already throbbing. He was using my face as a fucking *fleshlight*, and I loved it. Pinned on my back, not fully awake yet, I felt him grow stiffer as he wound his hands into my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed my throat. I wanted him deeper.
“Such a fucking slut.” He pulled out and smacked me across the face with his now solid, wet cock. It was so *heavy*. I blinked up at him. “Go ahead and play with your pussy. I know you want to.”
He slapped my cheek with his cock again before sliding it back down my throat.
I was slippery and swollen. Still so sore, and now I wanted even more? *Yes*. I did. I slid my fingers up and down my pussy lips, spreading my wetness and teasing myself. I heard the tent zipper. Someone else was awake now, too.
Whoever it was got a face-full of me toying with my cunt while taking a throat fucking. A twinge of embarrassment swept across my mind, quickly overridden by hunger. My pussy thrummed harder and I whined around Wes’ cock, muffled and rhythmic as he fucked my face.
I wasn’t sure if it was Michael or Danny. I could see nothing with Wes over me. Drool was dripping down the sides of my mouth, mixing with tears as my eyes watered. Wes’ occasional groans and grunts as he used my throat set the nerve endings in my clit on fire.
I heard the rustle of clothing, then felt a soft, warm cock pressing against my entrance.
I moaned again, as best I could with Wes’ balls slapping my chin. I lifted my ass, trying to take it inside me. *You don’t even care who’s about to fuck you, you filthy fucking slut*. My pussy pounded at the thought. I just *wanted* it; I didn’t care anymore.
“God, this bitch really can’t get enough!” It was Danny. I was sure he could see how wet I was, even before he’d felt it.
Danny groaned as he sunk deep into my hot, buzzing pussy. I gripped him, wrapping my legs around his back, silently begging him to fuck me hard. I wanted him to make me cum, screaming around Wes’ dick. My jaw was starting to ache, but my pussy ached even more.
Danny moved infuriatingly slow. Lazily. He was jerking himself off, just using me for his morning wood like a toy. *Fuck*.
I whined urgently, trying to grind into him. Wes laughed above me. His cock jumped in my throat and chills swept over my body.
“Danny… I think she wants you to fuck her harder.” Wes pulled out of my mouth and slid his cock over my face, slapping it against my cheeks and lips and coating me with my own spit, and his precum. I nodded at him as I cracked my jaw, grateful.
“Please. Please, please fuck me harder. Please.” I sounded so *desperate*. Wes smirked at me before sliding his dick back in my now open and waiting mouth. “Good manners, slut.”
Danny had stopped thrusting completely. *Come on*. I squeezed down on his cock, begging with my pussy.
“So… you want it harder, huh?” He was laughing at me. Mocking me. I wriggled under him and pulled at his hips with my heels, trying to express my frustration. That was difficult, with Wes still throbbing in my throat. I felt like I was making it pretty fucking obvious what I wanted. Danny was just being a twat. *Fucking dickhead.*
Danny pulled his cock out of me completely. I barely had time to make an indignant sound before he slammed, full-force, directly into my ass. The pain was white-hot.
“Fuck!!” My scream was muffled. My body convulsed. I tried to get away, but there was nowhere to go. Wes laughed again and picked up his pace, thrusting deep into my throat. “Careful what you wish for, little girl,” he growled. *Jesus*.
Danny pushed my legs up to my chest as he drilled into my ass. My dripping wet pussy had provided enough slip. The pain was fading, still there but less urgent with every thrust. *At least he’s fucking pounding now*. I moaned around Wes’ dick. *Finally*. My tits were bouncing. I lifted a hand off Wes’ thigh and started to play with my nipples.
“Holy shit! Started without me? Already??” Michael’s voice from the tent door was incredulous. “It’s fucking six a.m.!”
Danny grunted. “Gotta… give this… slut… what she… needs.” He was absolutely rocking me. I wasn’t paying attention; my jaw gave out. I heard Wes suck in his breath. *Shit shit shit*–
Wes yanked himself out of my mouth and slapped me hard. “Watch the fucking *teeth*, slut.”
I gasped and swallowed, blinking back tears. “I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I choked out, “You’re so big, and Danny–” Wes smacked me again.
“Not a fucking excuse.” He looked down at me for a second, tears and spit streaming down my face. Danny hadn’t let up either; my breath caught in my throat every time he hammered into me.
Wes stood up. I fought back the urge to cry or start begging. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I just wanted to suck his cock again. *What the fuck was wrong with me?*
“Danny,” he said. “Flip her.”
Michael chuckled. “I call throat this time, Wes.”
Wes nodded at him as Danny pulled out. It dawned on me what they were planning to do.
I sat up, stuttering. “W-wait a second, I don’t know…” Wes cut me off, grabbing me by the throat. His hand reached almost all the way around. My neck was still sore from what Michael had done to me the night before, but Wes didn’t squeeze. He didn’t have to.
His dick twitched in front of my face and I swallowed hard.
He raised his eyebrows at me. “You don’t *know*? Funny. You were begging for this a few minutes ago.”
I stared at him, licking my lips. I was trying not to look back at his cock. It was inches from my face. He was right. I whimpered.
Wes laughed, rolling his eyes as he let me go. “That’s what I thought.”
He laid down, his dick pointing straight up. “Hop on, slut.” I hesitated. Maybe I did want it, but I wasn’t going to just jump up on it–
Danny reached out, twisting my nipple as hard as he could. I yelped and swiped at him. He caught my hand with a laugh. “Oh ok, she wants to play hard-to-get all of a sudden.”
Michael came up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I tried to kick and slap at him; he bit my neck, apparently just for fun. He wrestled me down easily, and shoved me to my knees, on top of Wes.
Wes grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into my soaked pussy in one motion. I collapsed, my face buried in his chest hair as his hands wrapped around, squeezing my ass. He pushed himself up, deeper. He was so *thick*.
I couldn’t help it. I felt him throb, and that’s all it took. I came, hard, biting his chest, grinding my spasming pussy back into him. He groaned. “Fuuuck, baby. That’s it.” He gripped my hips tighter. “Ride it out.” I tilted my face to his and we kissed; finally. Our foreheads stayed pressed together as another wave hit me, and I came again, gasping. *God*, he felt so fucking *good*.
From behind me, Danny was lining up, shuffling himself between Wes’ outstretched legs. He slapped my ass and I felt his cock head pressing up against me. *Godammit*. I already felt like I was splitting in half, there’s no way–
He slid in, slowly this time, pushing against the force of Wes’ thick cock. “Hooooolyyyy fuck…” Danny moaned as he pressed deeper. They were stretching me to my limit. “Fuck, that’s so fucking tight.”
I buried my face in Wes’ neck. I was holding my breath. “Do you like that, slut?” Wes whispered in my ear. I couldn’t manage words. I just whimpered, gripping his shoulders with both hands like my life depended on it. They were both thrusting, slowly, but… *Fuck*. I was so full. I wasn’t even sure I *could* cum like this; it was too much.
As if on cue, Michael yanked me up by a handful of hair. “Don’t forget me, bitch.”
He was on his knees to the left of Wes’ head, his thick, pale cock jutting out of gingery trimmed pubes. *Fuck*. I hadn’t actually seen him very well last night, but in the light, his dick looked even fatter than it had felt.
Michael leaned in close to my face and hissed, “You gonna be a good little fucktoy, or do I need to make you?” He laughed. “Or I guess, do you *want* me to make you?”
Wes snorted from underneath me, between heavy breaths.
I couldn’t speak; I just stared at Michael with my mouth open. I felt like I was going to pass out, or cum. Maybe both. Michael grinned. “I’ll take that as ‘make me’, then.”
He scooted forward and pinched my nose before shoving his cock balls-deep into the back of my throat, other hand still in my hair. “You can breathe again when I decide you can.”
I tried to twist away. *Was that really fucking necessary?!* I pounded my hands on his thighs. Michael was fucking my face and I couldn’t fucking *breathe*; and these two assholes were just *letting* him–
Oh. *Oh, fuck.* I was going to cum. *Holy fucking hell*. My eyes rolled back, my whole body tensed and I shook as I came. Calling it an orgasm wasn’t enough. It was so intense, it felt like reality was stuttering. My stuffed pussy was clenching around Wes, I was straining against Danny’s dick in my ass, and my throat was closing around the head of Michael’s cock as he forced it deep, making me gag.
“Holy shit, she’s cumming… *fuck*. She’s gonna… rip my fucking… dick off,” Danny gasped. “I’m not gonna last… much longer.”
Michael let go of my nose. It barely registered; I was still in my orgasm. Wes thrust up into me with more urgency. I could feel him getting even thicker. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned. “You’re such a fucking tight… little… slut.” His breathing was ragged. “That’s it. Milk my fucking cock. I know you want… my.. cum.” He punctuated his words by yanking my hips down onto him, forcing himself even deeper.
Michael’s hand was on the back of my head, twisting and pulling my hair as he used my face. “Such a pretty girl.” He growled at me and I felt his cock throb. *God, if they all filled me at once-*- “Totally fucking *ruined* now, three dicks at once. Airtight.” He hissed. “You’re never gonna be the same, bitch.”
I looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he fucked my throat. A shaking, dripping, cumming *slut*. What made him think I *wanted* to be the same?
I fucking *loved* it.
Danny let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a grunt and a scream, and I felt his cock throb and slide as he filled my ass with cum. The sudden heat and slip made my pussy squeeze even tighter, gripping Wes’ thick cock.
“Shiiiiiiii–,” Wes groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he drilled me. He gasped and muttered, a jumbled up mess of “fucks” and “goddammit” as he shot his load deep into my pussy. I came with him, struggling to keep Michael at the back of my throat.
Wes and Danny were slowing in my ass and pussy, but Michael’s pace quickened. He slapped the side of my face, making me look at him. “Use–” he gasped, “use your hand.” He was red-faced. I wrapped my hand around his shaft without thinking, working the base of his cock, ready to milk him into my mouth.
He hissed. “That’s right, that’s what I thought, you better fuckin’ swallow it. All of it, you stupid fucking slut, fucking… yes. Swallow my cum, bitch.” He spoke quickly, in ragged whispers, but I heard every word as he shot straight down my throat. I swallowed as he came, working his cock with my hand, pulling cum from him until he finally slowed and stopped. Wes’ softening cock jumped in my pussy, and I glanced down at him as Michael pulled slowly out of my mouth.
Wes looked almost… proud. I couldn’t help it. I grinned.
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My hike back down the mountain was absolutely brutal. Every single inch of my body was sore. Muscles I didn’t know existed screamed at me. *Hot bath, warm bed, hot bath, warm bed,* I chanted to myself as I dragged down the trail.
Home had never looked more beautiful. My husband helped me unload the car and laughed at my stiff movements. “Rough one?” Will asked, grinning at me. I wondered what he’d think about the bruises around my neck. Or my swollen pussy. Or the cut on my lip. *Souvenirs,* Wes had called them. I looked at Will and smiled. I was already getting wet again. “Babe. The fucking roughest. I’m glad it was a short trip.”
“Me too,” he laughed, and gave my ass a smack as I turned to walk inside. I did my best not to wince too noticeably. Tonight was definitely going to be interesting.
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My phone buzzed later, lighting up the dark bedroom. I pulled myself carefully out from under Will’s arm. He kept snoring. It was a text from an out-of-state number.
*It was SO nice meeting you! See you again next year? :) xx*
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THE END
**Thanks for taking this camping trip with me good buddies! Leave me feedback and don’t be a stranger. XOXO**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r65pxh/campout_pt_3_nonconsent_dubcon_gangbang_breath
Chilling, deliberate, relentless… what an amazing “maybe” conclusion to your story that had me enthralled and throbbing throughout. Truly mesmerizing! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
probably the best one ive read so far :)