Sharing Her: Summer Camp Sleepover (gangbang, menage, outdoor, camping, group sex, lesbian)

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“Wet Hot American Cummer.”

The tent finally exploded into laughter. The group could bottle their laughter only for so long. Even Maggie cracked a smile, a rare occurrence that didn’t go unnoticed.

“You broke Mag, Brian. A regular human would probably be rolling on the floor.”

Brian, sitting near the end of the tent with his flashlight directed straight up at his face, scary-story style, gazed shrewdly at Maggie. She blushed. He had piercing blue eyes, even in the dimly lit tent, that could send Maggie’s knees to shaking if she wasn’t careful. She repositioned herself on the edge of the cot. True, she didn’t laugh a lot. Being put under Brian’s bright blue microscope was the last thing she wanted.

So what she had a crush on him? It was impossible to shake. She’d been nursing it for as long as they’d been working together, even beyond. To have him run his strong, sun-weathered hands along the length of her, secreting her off to an unvisited corner of the camp to lay down in the daffodils. It was a pleasant, almost angelic vision that played in Maggie’s head. Impossible. Naive. Stupid.

*You’re an idiot*, Maggie told herself. *Say something. He thinks you’re a deaf mute already.*

“Fuck you, Grant,” she said. The guy who called her out, legs crossed on the cot across from her, reached over and flicked her knee. Maggie swiped at the slight nip, but Grant was too quick. He was the youngest camp counselor among them, barely twenty. The rest of them: Maggie, Brian, Nick, Samantha, and Kimmy, they ranged from their early to late twenties.

Brian was easily the oldest. A counselor since even Maggie was a camper. He was a young one then, freshly hired. It was nearly eight years since that time, and now he basically ran the place. He gave her a wolfish grin, rubbing at the scratchy stubble that darkened his neck and cheeks. Whatever drew Brian to this place had to be a powerful force. Everyone agreed, Samantha in particular, that if he weren’t running Twin Oaks Summer Camp he’d be modeling. He’d be some kind of stockbroker, at least. He just had the look and presence of someone with influence. More importantly, he carried himself like he knew it.

“Can’t keep up?” Grant said, referring both to his quick fingers and the round of jokes. It was well past midnight and they were an hour into coming up with the porn titles of famous camp movies. Grant was shirtless. He leaned back, his lean but muscular chest stretching taut as he placed his hands behind his head. He was giving Maggie an all-too-smug smile.

Maggie opened her mouth to lay into the little ass-hole. First-time counselors always let the new status get to their heads. Especially if they found friends fast. It swelled the ego. Brian must have seen the flash of anger in Maggie’s eyes, as he intervened with an innocent, argument-derailing question.

“Where’s Devonte?” he said, poking at the tent-flaps idly. As if he’d been crouching outside the tent, waiting for someone to say his name, the flaps stirred and in slide Devonte. Black, tall, and a track star at a state university during the year, he moved gracefully into his usual position over in the corner by Samantha.

“Strange,” Grant said. Maggie couldn’t help but disagree.

“Where were you?” Samantha said, patting one of Devonte’s lean thighs. He wore shorts, even on hikes when the burrs could stick your bare legs like horseflies.

“Cabin four,” he said. That was explanation enough. The water coolers floating in Entendre Lake, their contents sinking to the bottom with sad little streams of bubbles. The graffiti. The record six food fights started. The cabin was a den of devils.

“Glad you’re here,” Samantha said. Devonte nodded. He leaned back on the cot, worn down. For a brief moment, the energy shifted to a darker, more melancholy place. Brian got lost in a dirty fingernail. Samantha pet Devonte’s leg and shoulder. Kimmy had her handheld game on mute, but the flash of her laser fire cast her face in flickering red light. Nick, who ran the front office, was browsing a feed on his phone. Everyone was nervous, suddenly. Conscious of one another and the physical space they took up. Maggie readjusted her foot and her toe brushed Grant’s sandal. Both of them jerked away.

A sick sweet ache hit Maggie somewhere deep. She sucked in her breath. *With Grant? Never. I’d never let him touch me. Weasel.*

Grant, for his part, was distracting himself with a piece of paper he was trying to fold over more than six times. He was a lean, strongly built guy, but the paper had him defeated.

“Poonrise Femdom,” Maggie said suddenly. The strange combination of words caught everyone by surprise. Brian sucked on his teeth. Then, the joke hit them.

“Moonrise Kingdom?” Grant said, sitting up quickly and letting the paper fall forgotten at his side. “You’re disgusting, Maggie. I guess that’s why you don’t talk much. If you did, we’d all know how fucking twisted you are.”

Maggie glared, but she savored his mock indignation. Grant was insufferable. Cute enough in the right light, but god the guy never shut up. She did her best not to look at Brian’s reaction to her joke.

What did it matter? It wouldn’t change much. The guy was caught up in the day-to-day of running a camp essentially on his own. Devonte could justifiably complain about Cabin 4 all day, but it was nothing on Brian’s load.

“I loved camp when I was younger, you know,” Nick said, suddenly. He was, like Maggie, known for being quiet. Always with a nose in a book. Preferring to take his cabin on more relaxing hikes than pulse-pounding kayaking trips. “I just expected being a counselor would be more… fun? It’s hard to explain.”

Maggie glanced at Brian. He was looking occupied, maybe a bit troubled by what Nick had said. *What goes on in there? He always looks so… hurt by something.*

She remembered the night they all went skinny-dipping. Grant had swiped Brian’s ID and hitched into town, claiming he’d shaved since his photo was taken. It worked, miraculously, and he returned to camp with a cardboard box of cheap vodka and wine. The night progressed from there, a strange mania taking hold of them. If there were an emergency in camp that night, they certainly would have fucked it up. But even Brian cut loose.

Maggie had waited once the suggestion to skinny-dip was made. She was the last to climb out of her clothes. Watching her friends undress. Grant’s slender, gymnast’s body. Nick skinny as can be. Devonte lithe and powerful, even when at rest. Brian, the only person who waited nearly as long as Maggie did to take his clothes off. Maggie couldn’t tell if the guy were drunk, even. He held his liquor like a statue. But then, his shorts came down.

A firm ass. He lifted weights back home, he once mentioned. Squats to keep his legs strong. And it paid off, Maggie remembered thinking. Brian turned and met Maggie’s gaze, still fully clothed. She was staring at the shadow of his cock. Even when soft it hung close to his knees. He shifted his weight to one side and the shaft of his cock jiggled. Maggie realized she’d been staring at it full on for nearly ten seconds while Brian just watched her, slightly amused.

“You joining in?” Brian had said. She sputtered some strange excuse about a skin condition and then, cursing herself, took her shirt off. She had a larger than average chest, as her mom always said. A bullshit way to put it, my tits are huge. They’re fucking double D. And so she left her bra to be removed last. Brian watched her expose herself. Though as she peeled her panties down, the cool breeze coming off the lake chilling her crotch, he was staring right at her face. Their gazes were locked.

She swallowed. Then reached around her back to find her bra latch. It came undone. Her tits were out. Brian’s gaze wavered, but he didn’t break away. They were sharing in each other’s sex, enjoying for a moment the fact that they were on equal playing field.

A splash in the water startled Maggie. She looked out at the dark water and saw all of her friends staring at her naked body. Men and women alike seemed to be drinking the sight of her in. Samantha especially, maybe her jealousy sparked, was digging into Maggie with her eyes.

Hastily, Maggie padded down the damp shore and onto the rocky beach. The moment passed. Brian followed soon after. They swam for a while. Once playing chicken, though Maggie made sure not to be the top.

Brian’s bulk found its way onto her shoulders. His cock pressed against her cheek, squashed between his thigh and her face. The three rounds they played were over in seconds. She couldn’t focus with his pulsing cock pressed up against her. Did he mean to put himself so close to her? A couple of times she was sure she felt it growing harder. Brian’s legs tightened their grip around her shoulders then, and it lost its hardness. It was too much.

“Don’t get all sappy on us,” Grant said. Maggie started. They were in the tent. The skinny-dipping was months ago. Brian had hardly said more than “hello” and “thank you” to Maggie since then. And she couldn’t find the right way to answer with more than “hey” and “no problem.” It was never-ending.

“Let him talk,” Kimmy said. She didn’t look up from her game. Kimmy was, after Brian, one of the oldest counselors. Dainty, a transfer student from Ontario, the daughter of a Chinese real estate investor who she could, if prodded the right way, rant and rail against in a half-Chinese, half-English pidgin for hours. Cute, with feline features and an eternally eye-lined gaze that smoldered. Maggie couldn’t maintain eye contact with Kimmy for more than a few seconds at a time or a strange butterfly flutter would take over her stomach.

“Fine,” Grant grumbled. Brian was smiling, Maggie noted. Amused at the tiffs.

“I’m, like, the exact same way,” Samantha said. “I don’t know what it is. But I’m just always thinking about stuff a hundred miles away.”

“Politics…” Devonte grunted, not sitting up. Samantha nodded.

“And my family, like, I wish I could just tune it out for a while. I know it’s stupid but…”

“Tell me about it,” Kimmy said. The group chuckled. She stowed her game in a pocket. “If we could flip a switch. Just turn the outside world off for a second.”

“The borders of this camp used to be like the glass of a snow globe,” Nick said. And then all the rest of the year I could shake it up and lose myself in all what I did.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Grant said. “I mean, aren’t we all?” He eyed the group for their reaction. Nods and shrugs.

“It hasn’t gone anywhere.” It was Brian. He leaned forward. “It’s not gone. That feeling.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie said. Something tugged the words out of her. The voice she used was not her usual one. It was earnest, full-throated, and far from the neutral mutter she relied on. All eyes swiveled to her. Grant coughed.

Brian stared at her, caught between amusement and wonder. His eyes were crystal blue, like glacial water in the sun. Maggie had to grip the edge of the cot to not lose herself in them. He nodded.

“We just have to do what we did back then.”

“Like what?” Samantha said. Blonde, cheery, curious, and a pre-med student the rest of the year. She gave up her summers that might put her a few steps ahead of the rest of the pre-med pack just to relive some of that camp magic. Maybe it was that sacrifice that made her cling to her loose relationship with Devonte.

“I’m not going to do more arts and crafts,” Grant piped up. He cast a cheeky smile around the room as everyone chuckled. Brian nodded, though he refrained from laughing. Maggie leaned ever closer to catch his every word. Something was different about Brian tonight. He was never outgoing. But he was rarely this stoic, this obtuse about his motives. *He’s just dancing around what he really wants to say*, Maggie thought. *Everyone needs to shut the fuck up and let him talk.*

“I couldn’t lift a finger,” groaned Devonte. Samantha massaged his wrists while Grant made mock-whimpering noises.

“Something that really takes us back,” Nick said. He had that same lost tone in his voice. He’d found what Brian was on. Brian nodded.

“Exactly. When we didn’t have so much responsibility. We all made that dumb mistake that becoming counselor was some sort of ticket to having the camp in the palm of your hand. We learned the hard way that it isn’t true.”

“Yeah,” Kimmy said.

Everyone agreed.

“Anyone have a bottle?” said Maggie. It clicked into place, what Brian meant, without her even noticing. And then that same earnest, almost awkwardly forward voice had taken over again.

“Huh?” Grant said.

“Of wine?” Samantha said, her head cocked.

“No,” Brian said. At first he was looking at Maggie confused, a bit taken aback. But now he was nodding. Maggie’s instincts were right. Energy thrummed in her chest. His blue eyes were peering deep inside her. They shared this curious, late-night understanding. “Any old bottle will do.”

Their intentions dawned on the group.

“Are you serious?” Grant said.

“I mean I wanted to go back there for a second, but…” Samantha said.

“Im-ma-ture,” Devonte said, enunciating every syllable.

Even Nick looked hesitant. The group’s resistance had shaken him from that reverie.

“Wait,” it was Kimmy who piped up. She held her hands up. “We’re all a bunch of bull-shitters if we whine about not feeling irresponsible and we can’t even play a game of spin the bottle.”

The accusation hung over them.

“Can we drink?” Grant said after a pause. The tension drained down the puncture his joke had made. Kimmy nodded.

“I’ve got some tequila,” she said. “I brought it from home. Don’t kick me out, Mr. Brian. It’s for a good cause.”

Brian shook his head, smiling a bit sheepishly. And the group, even Devonte, sat up and sat in a circle. The wooden crate that Grant used as his nightstand was set in the middle. They were brainstorming where to dig up a bottle when Kimmy returned, three handles of tequila in tow.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kimmy,” Grant said. Samantha squealed a bit, delighted and horrified.

“How’d you get that through customs?” Nick said.

“Mailed them ahead,” she said. “Now quit complaining.”

Kimmy had drained some of the first bottle already during her time at camp. This they passed, taking wincing sips and daring each other to try a hearty gulp. Only Grant stepped up to take more than a mouthful. He nearly lost control, having to hold the burning liquid in his mouth by plugging up his lips. The group howled with laughter as his eyes watered and he strained to get it swallowed.

They were on their way to tipsiness when the bottle was emptied and donated to the center for spinning. It sat there, wobbling back and forth, the goofy skull on the label grinning up at them all, daring someone to go first.

“Fine,” Grant said. He reached over and sent it whirling. Kimmy, mid-gulp of tequila, giggled suddenly and fell into a fit of coughing.

The bottle came to a wavering halt between Maggie and Kimmy.

*Of course*, Maggie thought. *She’s still coughing up a lung so I’ll get stuck with it.*

Grant seemed to decide between the two of them on their own. He leaned forward and puckered up. It was too silly for Maggie. She winced as she gave him a slight peck.

Nick groaned.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “Don’t half-ass it.”

“Fine,” Maggie said, fed up and embarrassed. She felt Brian’s gaze on her cheeks as she pulled Grant close and gave him a full kiss on the mouth. He tasted like alcohol and salt. Not the worst thing in the world. Then it was over. They sank back into their seats.

“Well…” Devonte said. “Maggie’s turn.”

Samantha reached over to Kimmy and took the third bottle of tequila, opening it for herself. Hardly anyone cared as Maggie reached for the bottle. Samantha tipped it back, taking a heavy swig. She looked frantic, almost.

“Wait,” Brian said, Maggie’s fingers mid-twist, gathering tension for a quick spin. Everyone but Kimmy and Samantha, each occupied by their bottles, looked up. “Let’s up the ante. When we were all sixteen we wanted to fingerfuck each other.” The word sent a shock of thrill through Maggie. She felt it sharpest in her crotch, a sweet sensation. In its wake was a slight burn, an itch that now demanded scratching. Nick and Devonte nodded. They muttered it was all they ever thought about at sixteen. “If not going further than that, right? I mean…” Brian hesitated. “Let’s just turn the heat up. We need to get back to our roots.”

“Sure,” Grant said. Maggie’s tongue was tied. She glanced at Kimmy: finally breathing normally again. And then at Samantha: at least two inches of tequila drained from the bottle. They had no comment.

It was decided.

Her fingers shivered as she went to spin the bottle. What did “up the ante” mean? Who decided? And why did Brian stop me of all people? Her thoughts returned to that night on the shore, both of them savoring each other’s body. The glass was cool. Her fingers tremored. Maggie swallowed.

“Oh, god,” Samantha said. And then the bottle slipped from her grip. Devonte, quick as he was, snatched it out of the air before too much tequila spilled. She was slumped over against him, wheezing.

“Is she ok?” Nick said.

“Fine,” Devonte said. “She’s a shitty drinker.”

“She got nervous,” Brian said with an unsettling certainty. “The thought of you kissing someone else, even her friends, wrecked her.”

Devonte considered this. He didn’t seem concerned. Rather, he returned his attention to the bottle. Maggie blinked. He was staring at her chest. Or was he? She looked again and he was rubbing his hands along the flat side of the bottle absentmindedly.

“Play on, I guess,” Devonte said, shrugging and glancing at Maggie again. This time, his eyes didn’t linger.

Kimmy leaned forward and took Maggie’s fingers in her own. Her lips were an inch from Maggie’s right ear. Her hot breath tickled. And warm prickles spread through Maggie’s neck and down her back.

“Fucking spin it,” Kimmy whispered.

They did so together.

The bottle revolved almost in slow motion. The overlarge hunk of glass could never get that much momentum to begin with, especially when spun so awkwardly, and so you could guess who it was going to land on from a mile away. It wobbled past Grant, Brian, Maggie, Kimmy, Nick, Devonte. On its second pass, Grant sighed with relief.

“No offense, Mag,” he said with a wink. Maggie couldn’t help but smile at this. Cheeky ass-hole. “I got her twice!” Grant exclaimed. “Twice in one night!”

“It’s a record.” It was Devonte who spoke up. The bottle’s mouth stared him down. He looked up at Maggie and then threw a thumb over his shoulder at Samantha’s wheezing form. “Good thing she’s out, then.”

“Yeah…” Maggie said. Grant’s joke had distracted her from the curious turn the game took. What do we do now? She didn’t want to look to Brian. Looking meant she had to follow his directions, whatever they were.

“So do I take my pants off or what?” Devonte said. He shrugged at Brian through the mild laughter. Something shifted in the room at his joke. It was the acknowledgment that there was a step beyond kissing, a realm they all thought about often but never had the gut to breach. The tequila or the spinning bottle emboldened them. It gave everyone a reason. And here they were again remembering the physicality of each other’s bodies. Maggie could feel Brian’s heat next to her. She sensed his slow, steady breathing.

Brian cleared his throat.

“Seems fair. Any piece of clothing you like, I guess.” Even he sounded strained by this new vibe. He shifted in place, moving his knee slightly toward Maggie. The hairs on her neck stood up, prickling pleasantly and terrifyingly.

*What is going on in this tent? Ten minutes ago we were just dicking around. This is… something different.*

Maggie had no time to gather her thoughts as Devonte’s shirt was pulling over his head. Immediately, Kimmy gasped and leaned over. She ran her hand down the length of Devonte’s washboard abs.

“You are so sexy, Dev,” she slurred. She hiccuped. “Samantha doesn’t know shit about how to take care of… this.”

Half in disbelief and half in embarrassment, Grant guffawed.

“What are you talking about, Kimmy?” he said. But no one answered. All of them watched as Kimmy set the bottle down and felt the firmness of Devonte’s arms. Her creamy skin contrasted starkly against his midnight black. It was hypnotic.

“Now I have to kiss Maggie?” Devonte said. His voice wavered. He wasn’t stopping Kimmy’s searching touch. But he didn’t seem to know what to do with it either. So he let it happen in a reserved silence.

“Hm,” Brian said in affirmation.

Devonte leaned forward, one of Kimmy’s hands still brushing his pec. Maggie started, realizing her hesitation. She leaned forward too. No complaints this time as she had with Grant. Devonte’s lips were large and warm. They nearly enveloped hers. Like being hugged, though somehow more intimate. Their kiss lingered. It wasn’t a peck. Their faces sank towards one another, into the cradle of their kiss.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kimmy said. And then, without warning, her lips were pressing into theirs. Maggie’s eyes widened but she didn’t move. It seemed natural. Kimmy’s thinner, more delicate lips were, like her and Devonte’s skin, a wonderful contrast. Kimmy introduced her tongue, a few exploratory licks that Devonte, who also didn’t much care that Kimmy was joining in, responded to with his own.

They rolled each other’s tongues over one another, playfully darting into one another before shifting and tickling another. Maggie’s chest swelled with heat and weightlessness, as if she were going to lift off and float away. Her crotch began itching too, demanding attention. Kimmy used one hand to massage Maggie’s breast and tweak her nipple every now and again. It was perfectly natural. As their lips parted, strings of saliva glistening like webs between each other’s moistened lips, Maggie moaned. She looked down and saw Kimmy’s other hand pressed against Devonte’s crotch, where a significant something bulged.

“Jesus Christ,” Grant said, breathless.

“Quite the spin,” Brian agreed. Devonte and Maggie sat back in their chairs, breathing heavily. Kimmy was turned on and didn’t seem interested in turning it off. She reached over and picked the bottle up.

“I’d like to next.” She was drunk. And each new word seemed to drag her deeper into it. “So that I can…”

No one put up a fight. So she let her sentence flounder and she spun the bottle.

It came to a certain stop on Nick. Kimmy leaned into him with her dark hair spilling across her face. She wore a pink t-shirt and boy-shorts that slipped a few inches down her waist whenever she moved. Her ass, tight and firm, was nearly out. She giggled and helped Nick out of his shirt.

They kissed for a while, just as enthusiastically as before. When Nick, overwhelmed, broke from Kimmy’s hungering lips, she followed suit by kissing her way down his slim chest. She lingered at his waistline, unbuttoning his pants while her hot breath ran over his pelvis. Frozen, the entire tent watched as Nick’s shaved cock was withdrawn from the unzipped opening.

Kimmy growled with delight. His cock was in sight for a few seconds before Kimmy’s mouth covered it, taking it all the way to the root before he was even fully hard. Nick gave a sudden, powerful moan that sent a shock of heat through Maggie’s entire body. Sweat pooled in her underarms and between her thighs. She was itching. Her pussy was awake. It was wet.

Kimmy worked Nick’s cock for a while while the others watched. Maggie, transfixed, hardly noticed Grant reaching into his gym shorts and resting his hand over his own hidden cock. Devonte was less subtle, already grabbed by Kimmy. He leaned over and tugged Kimmy’s panties down. She squealed with delight.

Maggie turned and saw Brian motionless. He looked on with a hunger in his ice blue eyes. His chin was turned slightly up, looking down the length of his nose at what was going on. Did he plan this exact thing? He had the manic, slightly terrified look of someone who couldn’t believe their evil plan worked.

Devonte’s cock sprung from his pants. Long, about the longest Maggie had ever seen in either real life or online. Its tip swung more than halfway down Devonte’s smooth runner’s thigh. He was trimmed close, those tight curly hairs giving a wonderful depth to his sex. He used one hand to jerk himself and warm his cock into full hardness. Kimmy must have sensed it. She reached back and, while still taking Nick’s girthy cock in her mouth, helped Devonte by stroking him.

Her fingernails were painted yellow. They looked so sexy, those thin creamy fingers wrapped around Devonte’s long, monstrous cock. Maggie was aching. She was burning up inside her pants. She needed to masturbate and relieve it or leave. She had to do something, anything, to scratch it.

She shifted so that her thigh blocked her crotch from the tent’s sight. None of them could spare their attention, as Grant had taken out his pale cock, nearly as long as Devonte’s but thinner and uncircumcised. Only Brian looked on with working himself up. Maggie eyed him as she, with her one hidden hand, unbuttoned her jean shorts. She wore a white crop-top that exposed her belly. This made pulling her shorts aside simple enough. All she needed was to slip one finger and brush against her clit. She needed to do something, anything.

“Fuck,” Kimmy said. She sat up, saliva dribbling down her chin and Nick’s cock. “I need to get fucked.” She returned her face to Nick’s cock and then put her ass in the air in front of Devonte. “Now.”

Devonte obliged. He stood, letting his shorts fall to the ground around his ankles. His black cock was fully erect now, pre-come dripping at its tip. Maggie looked on, masturbating herself with one finger as he spat on his hand, rubbed it into the tip of his cock for lube, and then pressed it against Kimmy’s soft wet cunt. Despite his size, Devonte slid inside her with ease. She was dripping and wet, hungry for his cock.

She moaned long and slow as he began to thrust inside her. He couldn’t quite bury himself inside her pussy up to the hilt, but he tried. Kimmy’s screams of pleasure were muffled only by her mouth being pressed around Nick’s cock. Devonte spanked Kimmy’s tight little ass and let loose, giving into his animal need to fuck her. Kimmy squealed and began to suck Nick’s cock even harder. He put a hand around the back of her head and pulled her into his cock, ramming its hardness into the back of her throat.

Maggie let out a groan. She lost herself in watching the others fuck. *How did we come to this? How did this happen?* Maggie could hardly remember a time before this moment. It was all exploding around them.

“I knew you were a slut,” someone whispered in Maggie’s ear. She froze. It was brian. His lips were inches from her ear, his husky tones sending waves of goose pimples down her neck, along her back, where they raised bumps all along her juicy ass. She could feel the desire in Brian’s voice like a heat, like a shared secret threatened with exposure.

Devonte and Nick traded places. Now Devonte’s long black cock was disappearing into Po’s waiting mouth. Her eyeliner had smeared in her unabashed lust to take as many cocks as she could.

“I remember that night on the beach,” Brian said. His hand came to rest on Maggie’s thigh, near where her hand was still shoved into the molten hot depths of her crotch. She wasn’t touching her clit anymore. She was frozen, waiting for Brian to say more. “You stared at my dick. I stared at your tits. And I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Do you remember my cock pressed against your face?”

Maggie nodded slowly. Brian’s hand inched up her smooth thigh, towards her waiting pussy.

“I’ve made myself come to that so many times. Making you take my cock like that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

Maggie sucked in her breath. Her entire body felt alive, a single tensed muscle that needed release.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Brian said. “I know you do.”

“I do,” Maggie whispered. It was barely audible over the wet pounding that Nick was giving Po. She pulled her lips free of Devonte’s slick, pulsing cock to give a full-throated moan of delight. Then Devonte pulled her face back onto his cock, gagging her.

“You’d do anything to fuck me, won’t you?” Brian went on.

Maggie nodded.

“Anything.”

“Strip down and suck Grant’s cock. Maybe then I’ll fuck you.”

Maggie hesitated. Why did Brian want her to suck Grant off? What did he get out of it?

“Don’t make me wait,” he said. “I’m not a patient guy.”

Maggie started. She had to fuck Brian. The ache in her pussy was only scratchable by him. If she had to walk on fire… jump from a ten-story building… suck some young guy’s long, thin cock…

Maggie pulled her jean shorts all the way down. She knew she had goods. She was a balance of curvy and slim, the gifts her mother gave her. Her ass jiggled in her shorts when she walked. Freed from the denim, it was free to be juicy, round, and firm. A perfect ass.

“You don’t wear panties?” Brian said, amused.

“No, I don’t,” Maggie said, smiling back. “I need to make myself come easily, sometimes.”

Brian nodded, smiling. He tensed. And then he seemed to give into some aching desire of his own. He slipped his shorts down, exposing a pair of simple blue briefs. His bulge was… jaw-dropping. Maggie glanced back at Devonte’s cock slamming in and out of Kimmy’s frothing pussy. It was no contest. She hadn’t even seen Brian’s cock out of his underwear and she already knew. It was…

“Hurry,” Brian said, reaching out and cupping her wet pussy in his hand. As she pulled her crop-top off, he fingered her clit lightly. He moved expertly, toying with her tight ball of pleasure at the edges, keeping his fingertip slick with her juice, never giving her what she really wanted: direct stimulation.

Maggie’s firm breasts bounced into view. Even the two guys fucking Kimmy paused in their pleasure to see. The other half of her gifts, what even her mom was jealous of. Her tight pink nipples were hard and aching on their own. They needed sucking. She needed more.
She needed more of everything.

Then she was down on her knees in front of Grant, pressing her tongue under his foreskin to reach the sensitive head. He froze at her sudden touch. Then he shuddered.

“Lean back,” she said, her lips hovering around his cock. It was salty. His pre-come dribbled onto her tongue and she swallowed it quickly. Like saltwater. Not the worst. The longer she sucked Grant’s cock, the more she liked him.

She ran her tongue along the sensitive base of his entire cock, ball to tip. She peeled his foreskin back and rolled her tongue around his aching head. He was hard, one of the hardest cocks she’d ever felt. Grant lay back entirely stunned, overwhelmed by some mixture of pleasure and shock. Maggie didn’t much mind. It gave her free reign to show Brian how badly she wanted him to fuck her.

Behind them came a loud squeal and crash. Even Grant leaned forward on his elbows to see what had happened.

The strange tableau: Devonte and Nick with their dripping horns sprouting from between their legs into the empty air while Kimmy was sprawled across the cot beside Samantha, passed out.

“She came and then she was out,” Devonte said with a shrug. Nick, rubbing his cock to keep it hard, leaned over to see if she was ok.

“That was fucking hot,” Nick said. “I’m already close as hell.”

“It’s not over,” Brian said. “You can fuck Maggie. Both of you. With Grant.”

Everyone still awake in the tent turned suddenly. Maggie’s heart pounded in her chest. Sucking one cock was straightforward enough. Three guys at once? How can that even work?

“That ok, Mag?” Devonte said. Kimmy’s fall had dampened his lust. But Brian’s suggestion renewed it, reignited that animal hunger.

Maggie nodded. *I’ll need to work my way up to Brian’s size anyway.*

Then two more male bodies pressed around her. It was entirely new. At most she’d only ever fucked one guy, usually nervous or trashed out of his mind, under some covers at a house party back at school. To have three grown men, cocks hard, moving around her. The thrill rushed through her chest, difficult to comprehend. A naughtiness. Being open and ready to be fucked by so many cocks… Her pussy dripping, ready for whichever hard dick decided to fuck her.

First up was Devonte, still overcome by the fire that Kimmy started. His hot, pulsing cock slid into Maggie’s welcoming pussy easily. She was primed for a good fucking. He realized how easily she could take his cock almost immediately, and pressed himself into her right up to the stem.

“Fuck,” he said. “Most bitches can’t take the whole thing.”

Maggie smiled around Grant’s cock, which she’d returned to sucking. Something had changed in him too. The offer for the tent at large to fuck her emboldened her. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and began to fuck her face slowly, building in momentum. Maggie gagged on the first few thrusts. She almost pressed away from him, but found a rhythm and let his hardness ram into the back of her throat. She loved the pleasure that twisted Grant’s face. She was going to make two guys come, maybe at the same time.

“Shit,” Devonte said. His thrusts grew in power and rate. He was getting closer to filling her tight pussy with his hot come. The two cocks that were inside Maggie slid in and out on a similar rhythm, one going in while the other came out. Maggie felt a hot bloom of pleasure deep inside her. Not even the best sex of her life rivaled this pleasure. It was deeper, the animal part of her that slumbered most of her life. Fucking two guys at once was returning her to a primal state, when all that mattered was accepting a cock and getting filled with their hot seed.

“Nick, fuck her ass,” Brian called. Devonte understood and pulled his nine inches out. Then he slid underneath her so that he could fuck her pussy and leave her ass exposed for Nick. Her cheeks jiggled with each thrust. Her ass-hole winked as Devonte shoved himself back inside, filling her to the brim again.

Nick spat on her ass-hole to lube it. She’d only ever tried it once, with a boyfriend who dumped her for some other girl, without explanation. She was a natural for it. She knew how to press down and relax herself. So many other girls needed training, and many besides never got used to it.

Nick’s cock penetrated her ass-hole. His cock filled her slowly, each thrust growing in length to allow her time to stretch and fit him. He was the girthiest of them all, the perfect plug to widen her.

Once he was fully inside her, Nick spanked her and she was being fucked in her pussy and ass by a long, black cock and a girthy white one. They alternated their thrust to give the other room. It was unbelievably hot that their long cocks were running past one another, separated by a thin layer of Maggie’s tissue. The fullness was unlike anything Maggie had ever experienced. She was losing track of herself. She could hardly breathe around Grant’s cock. He was fucking her throat faster and faster, groaning and white-knuckling his grip around the back of her head. Her three holes were filled, being fucked by three muscular men who wanted nothing more than to come. They used her as the perfect fuck-toy, her huge tits swinging below her, which Devonte buried his face in. He sucked her nipples, licking their hardness soft and turning them to bright nodes of pleasure. She was no longer Maggie. She was a bundle of nerves and flesh, made of fiery pleasure. The aching feeling she’d felt in her core… it was being drawn out with each thrust of hard cock into her three holes. The pulsing hardness fed this core, deep ache. It was growing. She was losing control of it. The white hot burning spread throughout her body, a wildfire of pleasure and bliss.

She was coming. Her g-spot. Her ass-hole. Her mouth. Her three holes tightened around the cocks that filled them. Feeling this sudden grip, the men lost control of their own orgasms. They were going to come too….

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