In my second year of college, I was kind of broke. No, not kind of broke – absolutely broke. I refused to go into debt and while I worked part-time at a good grocery store (the kind that pays way above minimum wages), it was barely enough to pay tuition, rent, utilities and a bit of food. I’m not going to say that I starved, but my budget for food was a couple of dollars a day. This in effect meant I had very little money to do, well, pretty much anything else.
I did go to bars quite often, and got my fair share of drinks paid by men, but this was the extent of the fun I could have. After a tough term, I was really exhausted, and badly needed vacations to rest and recover. I looked at trip at some beach places, but hey, there was no way I could even think about affording that.
There was a guy I had been sleeping with for a little while, on and off. Another student at college. He told me he was going on a camping/fishing trip with a few of his buddies. It wasn’t exactly a beach and hotel, but they had a pretty nice lake and place to camp. I’m not normally that kind of girl, I prefer massages and spa and sunbathing, but I simply couldn’t let the occasion go. As far as vacations went, this was probably the most I could get that summer, sadly.
There was just one problem, really: I’m repeating myself, but I did not have any money. Camping isn’t the priciest getaway, but I did not have a cent for gas, food, alcohol, the cost to buy or rent a tent and sleeping bag, etc. It was a couple of hundreds bucks I did not have.
Steve never even asked me for money. “I’m driving there anyway, so it’s not much extra gas. Also we’ll share a tent.”
I then asked who was wanting. He said it was him and his two best buddies. The three of them had been going camping every summer for years. I would be the only girl
There would be swimming, fire camps, fishing, walking trails, and of course a lot of drinking. Deep inside, I badly wanted to come as I needed a break for the city, but I knew my cash was that limited. Steve insisted he would handle everything, but I felt bad just tagging alone and not contributing.
“I’m sure you can be of some use to someone there,” he said with a grin. “Ever fucked in nature?”
I couldn’t say I had. Not one to go in forests much, not one to camp much. Maybe once or twice as a kid but that was it.
“Sex in camping is the best. You’ve got to come, I insist. It won’t be the same without you.”
I managed to scramble a $20 from a previous birthday and bought a few beers and snacks. It wouldn’t last all week-end, but it made me feel less bad about being a freeloader.
We drove there, set up our tents and by the time it was done, it was almost dark already. Steve cooked us a little something on a grill (it was a nice place with everything you needed, even toilets and a place to shower. Not just in the middle of the wood) and one of his friends offered me wine, which I graciously accepted. As the darkness fell, we make a campfire and the discussion quickly turned sexual.
They asked me how long Steve and I had been together. Steve corrected them, saying we weren’t together; neither of us was looking for a relationship. Alcohol had me brave, so I just said it: “We just have sex.” They seemed taken aback by my bluntness. One asked me if I fucked other people. I confessed that I did.
He was curious. Asked me what people. I said sometimes people I’ve known for a while that are back in town, sometimes other students at my college, and sometimes even strangers at bars. They seemed impressed. I turned the table on them and started asking them questions. They both seemed a bit unexperienced; one was in a stable, long-term relationship that “wasn’t going to well,” other had been single for a bit.
I wanted to go for a swim. While it was night, the air was still a bit warm and water would be refreshing. Now, although I had my swimsuit, I much prefer to swim naked, and saw no reason to put one at this hour, in the darkness. I told the boys I was going skinny dipping, and the all followed.
We ended up, the three of us, naked, only illuminated by the night. I was kind of turned on, really. Ended up in Steve’s arms, kissing, pushing my body against him, and feeling his hardening dick, a little preparation for the night we’d spend together.
“You should have seen Ben looking at you,” he said, as I had undressed in a relatively illuminated place. “Hasn’t seen a woman naked in years.”
“Really? How does he?”
“You should offer him some comfort. Tease him a bit.”
“How?” I asked, but then I thought how silly I sounded. I swam to him and started chatting up. Said how nice the moonlight is. Got slightly closer to him, a big smile on my face, and then put my arms around him.
“What are you doing?”
I grabbed him and put my head on his shoulder, my breasts firmly pressed against him. “Hold me,” I said.
“Is Steve okay with this?”
“He’s the one who brought up the idea,” I giggled.
“Oh, I see, because I’ve been single for a while.”
“Said you hadn’t seen a naked woman in over a year.”
“Hey, I’ve seen naked woman in the past year… On the internet.” I brought my pussy to his cock, and kissed him. “Are you sure?” I said.
“I am sure,” I replied. It was as if I had flicked a switch in him. He grabbed ass and rubbed his dick on me until he was hard.
“Hey, two you!” It was the third guy, Alex. “It’s getting late, we should go back.” Ugh. Well at least mission accomplished on the teasing part.
“You can’t leave like that,” Ben said.
“What do you propose?”
“Sleep in my tent instead of Steve’s,” he said. “You’ve slept with him enough. My turn.”
I did a small laugh and told him Steve had been nice enough to invite me, drive me here, etc. He seemed really disappointed.
As for me, I was really turned on. Alone with three boys at camping, at least two wanted to fuck the shit out of me.
No need to dress back up, right? I stayed naked, carrying my clothes along with me back to our little camp. The only thing covering me was a towel on my shoulder, that I used to dry me off.
I noticed how they were looking at me as we walked back. They admired my ass, my boobs – especially Ben, whose dick seemed about to explode.
“Gonna dry faster like that,” I said as I got in front of our fire, my entire body exposed. Steve added a log and the fire rekindled. They could all see my naked body.
The boys hadn’t dressed back up yet, but they had all put at least their jeans back on.
“Are you sure you’re not col…” Alex started.
“Shut up,” Ben said. His eyes weren’t moving from me.
“Alright buddy, you can have her tonight,” Steve said.
“Really?” he sounded like an overexcited little kid.
“Hey, what about me?”
“You have a girlfriend, Alex.”
“That I haven’t seen in almost a year! It might even be longer then Ben. I deserve t…”
“Let’s play it. Rock paper scissors.”
“Excuse me, boys.”
In that little conversation, they were completely ignoring me, as if I didn’t existed. They just assumed I would fuck the winner of their little game. Which I would have, but that’s besides the point. What did Steve tell them about me?
Or was it that obvious that I was, well, really into sex.
“I’d like to make a proposition that I think will satisfy all parties.” I giggled at how serious I sounded. “We are here for three more days. I propose one thing: you share your your beers and wine and vodka and fish you get with me and, in exchange, I become free use for the week-end.”
“Free use?”
“Any of you three can fuck me whenever he wants, however he wants, for the next three days, and I never say no.”
There was a long, long pause.
“Guys, I have sex. I love sex, I think all three of you are… Well, attractive. So why not? Why not?” I repeated.
There was another pause as nobody seemed to know what to say.
“So if I were to just stand up and take you to my tent and fuck you, you would… Like you would accept?” Alex said.
“That is correct.”
He stood up and grabbed me by the arm gently.
“Hey hold on, I want to go first,” Ben said. “I don’t want her after you, dude. I brought the really expensive stuff, good vodka. You only brought beer. It’s only fair I go first.”
“Alright, alright, rock paper scissors…”
“So my deal is accepted?”
“It is accepted, Sarah. But I don’t think you’ll sleep much this week-end.”
“Wasn’t planning to.” I had a role to fulfill. I was planning to fulfill it. Least I could do.
Ben lost the first one. He said it was a practice run, then they agreed on best of three. He won the two next, and then started to walk towards me.
“Are you sure about that Sarah?” Steve said, stopping Ben.
“I have never been so sure of anything in my life so far,” I replied, the way Ben was looking at me, lusting after me, drove me crazy with lust.
“Three guys might be a bit much,” Steve said. I replied we would see and if they could wear me out, good. “Hold on, I brought her here. I think I should get priority,” he then said.
They argued for a good ten minutes on who should fuck me first. There was some more rock paper scissors between Ben and Steve, and eventually, Ben walked up to me and led me to his tent.
That was no joking with him. Removed his pants, got on top of me, and fucked me . No preliminaries, minimal kissing, just raw passion from a man needing to drain his balls out. It had, after all, been a while.
He was nice enough to wear a condom, perhaps part of a deal, not to leave cum in me. “Stay here,” he told me, once done, and almost immediately after walking out, tying his jeans, Alex came in.
I don’t think he wanted to fuck in Ben’s tent, so we went to his. I spent the next few hours being driven from one tent to another. I was even awoken by Ben, late into the night, who apologized and said, “Hey, you did say at any time.”
Friday, Saturday and Sunday went exactly the same. Friday I got fucked twice in the morning. Then, while we were preparing lunch, Alex said he really needed a blowjob. I got my knees and performed as asked, then it got Ben interested, then Steve. I thought I would have peace for a bit after that, but nope! Alex grabbed me from behind, didn’t even bother to walk to his tent, and fucked me behind a bush without a condom.
First time really getting fucked in nature. With just our bodies intertwined. Leaves and plants around us, that’s it.
Ben seemed jealous and, realizing what we had done, ordered me to do swimming a bit to “clean my pussy,” but not to take too long. Indeed, as soon as I left the water, he was there, and fucked me on the ground, without even giving me a chance to get dressed. I remember he caught me right as I was walking out of the water, saying “come here you slut.”
I had sex upwards of ten times a day, if you count oral, and Alex in particular wanted a lot of oral. It was blowjob after blowjob for him, each time he would ask to see the cum in my mouth, then ask me to swallow it. He would pat me on the head and call me a good little slut. I learned later his girlfriend hated giving oral. I ended up fucking Steve the least, but I would say he had least came six or seven times that week-end. I would even go and offer it to him, and he would reply things such as, “Sex? Hmm… Well, maybe I could use a little blowjob I guess.” I was a good little slut, taking pride in my work and satisfying all three like they never had before.
Mouth, pussies, breasts, stomach, every part of my body got covered in cum at least a few times. Saturday night was particularly vicious because Ben had brought weed, and weed makes me super horny, but also super tired. I went to bed very early because of it, ectasic, but of course I wasn’t going to sleep much. I ended up in Steve’s tent, and they all took turns fucking me. As soon as one was done, it seemed another came. They never had enough. I think I slept one hour that night. My pussy was sore as hell and weed had made me so frazzled I would often wake up while being fucked.
Sunday was a bit calmer, but I didn’t refuse a single request. Satisfied them all the way they wanted to be satisfied. By then, very rarely did they use protection. That primal call, you know? Skin on skin.
Every driving back, they fought as to who would sit in the back with me. Ben did, and he pushed his luck asking for a handjob. Alex said the week-end was over (it was monday), but hey, I wasn’t going to stop now. We handed up switching drivers twice and I ended up making them all come.
I thought vacations would refresh me, but I ended up even more exhausted than more. Still, it had been a great week-end away from everything and I really enjoyed the lake, the view, swimming and just getting away in general. I had a ton of fun, and some amazing sex and orgasms.
Even ended up giving my number to Ben and Alex. Alex did not contact me as, well, that long-term relationship was a bit “complicated” but Ben would end up setting things up a couple of times until college ended and we sadly lost track of one another.
I was a good little slut that week-end and managed to satisfy three men, who seemed as if they had gotten the week-end of their lives. It was definitely one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done, sexually, and I would die for another experience like that, with three men taking what they want from me, when they want.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/thbppq/i_became_a_free_use_object_for_a_weekend_camping