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Authors name: Eric Larson (Date: 2/20/00)
Story title : Camping Gang Bang
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Camping Gang Bang (M+/F, gb, slut-wife, reluc)
by Eric Larson (Date: 2/20/00)
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A lot of guys go out looking for a virgin to marry. I
consider that to be high risk. A woman who "saves
herself" for her wedding night is someone with an
uptight attitude about sex. Odds are that she has kept
her legs clamped together for so long that it has become
a habit. Her unfortunate husband will have to deal with
that. I speak from experience.
So, for my second wife, I made a point of picking a
woman who had a demonstrated appetite for sex. What I'm
saying is that I knew going in that I wasn't married to
a nun. On the contrary, I knew that Cheryl was an animal
in the bedroom, and I knew that she had been around.
What I didn't know-and what I think even she didn't
know-was just how far sexual excitement would take her.
Well, we found out on a weekend camping trip last
summer. It was a spur of the moment thing. We looked out
the window one Saturday morning in August, and decided
to toss some things in the car and head for the
mountains. No specific plans, just a wish to get away
from the city.
We found a nice Forest Service campground next to the
Skykomish River, an hour's drive from Seattle. There
were tents set up in some of the sites, but nobody
around; and we found a vacant spot in a far corner of
the campground. We set up camp and made a quick lunch,
then went off to explore the area.
Cheryl was wearing tight fitting stonewashed denim
shorts that showed that she had great legs and a 100%
fat-free butt. Very nice. Her matching top was one of
those long-sleeved shirts that ties in the front leaving
her midriff bare. It had buttons, but she left them
open, so that her soft cleavage showed enticingly. The
tips of her long, curly dark hair swirled around her
neck and shoulders.
She always seemed to bubble with vivacious excitement,
and seemed oblivious to the stares of every man who ever
saw her. I loved it. After hiking around all afternoon,
we returned to the still vacant campground and opened a
bottle of wine.
We sat in our lawn chairs, resting our feet on the
picnic bench, sipping wine and chatting the kind of chat
that leads to good sex. When it was time to make dinner,
the wine bottle was empty and we both felt a comfortable
glow. We opened another bottle of wine for dinner.
As we were finishing dinner, we heard an old Chevy
pickup rumble into camp, to one of the sites where the
tents were set up. I had been wondering where everyone
was. Two more pickups came in and parked at the other
occupied campsites. It looked like a bunch of guys who
had been out fishing all day, though I didn't see any
fish. What I did see was eight "outdoorsman" type guys
who had obviously consumed an excessive quantity of
beer.
I glanced at Cheryl, and she looked back with raised
eyebrows. Well, we had known all along that we weren't
going to have the place to ourselves, but it was nice
while it lasted. Maybe these guys would just pass out
quietly and leave us to enjoy ourselves. We could hear
rowdy laughter and a lot of loud talk while we washed
our dishes and put things away.
It wasn't dark yet, but under the canopy of fir trees
darkness would come quickly, so I decided to light the
Coleman lantern. I was just hanging the lantern on a
branch when I turned to see one of the cowboys
approaching our camp. I was not surprised that his eyes
were locked on Cheryl.
He asked if we had some matches he could borrow. Odd
question, since he was smoking a cigarette at the time.
He continued eyeing Cheryl after I tossed him a book of
matches. "Pretty nice place up here," he said. "Nobody
ever comes around after sunset. Guess it'll just be us
for the night."
I thought I saw him wink at Cheryl. Looking for
something to say, I asked, "Been out fishing?"
"Yeah, but nothing's biting. But I think our luck might
be changing," he said, casting a suggestive grin at
Cheryl. It was time to put an end to this.
"Well," I said, "the fishing ought to be pretty good
early in the morning. I think we'll turn in early."
He didn't take the hint. "Name's Carl," he said to
Cheryl. "Nice to have some pretty scenery up here, and I
ain't talking about the trees." He didn't even look at
me.
I turned quickly at the sound of footsteps behind me,
and found three more of the cowboys approaching. "Watcha
got going over here?" one of them asked drunkenly.
Carl said, "I just found the prettiest little piece of
real estate in the county. Was just making friends."
"Looks like the prettiest little piece of ass in the
county to me," commented one of the others.
That was enough.
"You'll have to excuse us. We've got some things to do,"
I said, moving toward Cheryl.
Carl stepped in front of me and sneered, "I think we got
some things to do, too. Whaddya say guys?"
"Oooh, I think I could do with some of that," said one
of the guys behind me. Carl stood his ground right in
front of me, and said, "I think your little sweetheart
here is going to suck my dick. What do you think about
that?"
"I think you better get the hell out of here," I
answered. I looked at Cheryl, who was frozen in place.
Our eyes met, and I could see her shock and fear. I
tried to step around Carl, but he put up both his hands
and shoved me backward into the arms of the drunks
behind me.
They grabbed and held on. Carl stepped between Cheryl
and the picnic table, unbuckling his belt and unzipping
his jeans as he moved. He dragged his already hard dick
out over the top of his shorts and waved it at Cheryl.
In a move so quick that she couldn't stop him, Carl
grabbed Cheryl by the hair and pulled her roughly toward
him. "Come on, honey, you know you want to suck it," he
leered.
I struggled to get loose from the guys holding me, as
Carl held Cheryl by the hair with one hand and untied
her blouse with the other. The blouse fell open and her
breasts came free. Cheryl quickly covered her breasts
with her hands. I could see nothing but helpless fear on
her face.
Carl leaned back against the picnic table, legs slightly
spread, with his pants open and his dick sticking out
toward Cheryl. Still holding her by the hair, he shoved
her roughly to her knees in front of himself. With both
hands he pulled her forward until his dick was against
her face, and he rubbed it against her lips. "Come on,
honey, open up and take it in," he commanded.
He forced his dick against her lips and into her mouth,
keeping a firm grip on her hair with both hands. I saw
Cheryl gag as he pulled her head against him, forcing
his dick down her throat.
I was struggling to get away from the drunks, and for an
instant I got one arm loose. More hands grabbed me, and
I realized that the rest of the guys had come over to
watch the "fun." Someone told me that if I kept fighting
he'd knock my teeth out. That's when someone kicked me
in the balls and left me helpless and gasping.
Carl was forcefully pulling Cheryl's head up and down
his dick, and Cheryl had to let go of her breasts to
catch her balance. Her hands landed on the only thing
there was to hold onto, the top of Carl's jeans. She
held on tight while Carl fucked her mouth. Her breasts
jiggled and bounced while Carl jerked her around by the
hair.
Irrationally, I noticed that her nipples were hard and
standing straight out. I could see that Carl was trying
to work his way backward onto the picnic table. He was
wiggling his ass up onto the table, trying at the same
time to squirm out of his jeans.
After a minute or two, he suddenly released Cheryl's
hair to put his hands on the tabletop and push himself
up. With Cheryl still grasping them, Carl's jeans slid
off his ass as he scooted onto the table.
I was still gasping for air and feeling the intense pain
in my groin, but I was stunned to see that even though
Carl had let go of her, Cheryl was still working her
mouth up and down Carl's dick! I could see her cheeks
suck in, and it dawned on me that she was acting
voluntarily, even enthusiastically now.
For an instant, it occurred to me that she probably just
wanted to get him off as quickly as possible just to get
rid of him. But I lost that hope quickly when Carl
reached down and brushed Cheryl's blouse off her
shoulders. Cheryl released Carl's jeans and shook her
arms from the sleeves and let her blouse fall to the
ground.
When she returned her grip to Carl's jeans, she started
tugging them forcefully down, pulling off his shoes and
socks as he did. All the while, she continued sucking on
Carl, making slurping sounds and little moans.
Now free of his jeans, Carl started sliding himself back
on the tabletop, until he could lie back with his legs
spread wide. Cheryl followed him, all the while working
her mouth up and down Carl's thick, hard dick.
I watched in stunned amazement as she reached down and
unfastened her shorts and began to wriggle out of them.
They dropped lightly to the ground, and the wet spot was
conspicuous in the crotch of her panties as she bent
over the table.
One of the other drunks stepped forward and started
fondling Cheryl's ass. I watched him clap his hand over
the wet spot in her panties and massage her hairless
mound through the thin fabric. Cheryl was now licking
and running her tongue around the head of Carl's dick,
holding his legs apart as if she thought he might try to
get away.
I was starting to breathe more easily when two more
cowboys, both stripped naked and sporting full- fledged
hard-ons, stepped up to Cheryl. One sat on the edge of
the table next to Carl's hips and reached down to fondle
Cheryl's breast. The other started rubbing his dick
against Cheryl's panties while the guy who had been
there quickly stripped off his clothes. That guy moved
around so he could squeeze Cheryl's other breast.
Meanwhile, Cheryl had gotten hold of the guy on the
other side, and was stroking his dick. In a moment she
had a dick in her other hand as well, and still she was
working on Carl, now slowly teasing up and down. The guy
behind her pulled her panties off and started running
his hand over the pussy that she had just shaved that
morning. His fingers slid easily into the wet pink
folds, and I could see Cheryl arch her back and pivot
her hips to open her pussy wider.
From my place a couple of yards away, I could see her
gaping open. I realized suddenly that the guys had
loosened their grip on me and were no longer pinning me
to the ground. A couple of them were already naked,
looking for some way to get into the action, and the
other two were pulling at their clothes while
maintaining only a token grip on me. I didn't try to get
away, though. Maybe I knew that they'd just kick me in
the balls again. But the truth is that I knew there was
no reason to get away. I couldn't save Cheryl. She
didn't want to be saved.
She gave little teasing sucks to each of the dicks she
was holding in her hands, always going back to Carl, who
was clearly on the verge. I think she saw Carl's abdomen
begin to contract, so she closed her lips around him and
began to work furiously up and down. Carl shuddered, and
hips thrashed up and down, while Cheryl sucked and
gulped and swallowed the hot fluid that gushed down her
throat.
With a start, I realized that Cheryl was twitching and
wiggling in an orgasm of her own. And I was even more
startled to become aware that I had such a hard-on of my
own that pre-cum had soaked clear through my shorts,
making a dark wet spot. Cheryl sucked Carl dry, while
one of the guys who had been holding me climbed up to
straddle Carl and put his dick in front of Cheryl. She
climbed clear up onto the table, so that she was on her
hands and knees between Carl's legs.
The guy behind her followed her onto the table and knelt
behind her. He ran his dick against her pussy, and
Cheryl rotated her hips so he could plunge in. He held
onto her hips and began rapidly pumping in and out. I
could see Cheryl's juices running down her thighs and
knew she was thoroughly enjoying all that was happening.
She continued working on the three dicks around her,
while the rest of the guys moved in to get any piece of
the action they could manage. They were groping for her
breasts, reaching beneath her to tease her pussy while
the guy behind her, whose name I now knew to be Robbie,
continued to fuck her.
I found myself looking for some way to join in; but I
held back, not wanting another kick in the balls. I
heard a loud groan as one of the guys up front unloaded
all over Cheryl's face and hair and shoulders before she
was able to pull his dick into her mouth and gulp down
his last few surges of cum.
At the same time, Robbie doubled over Cheryl's back and
shot his load in her cunt, which was visibly quaking in
Cheryl's second orgasm. Robbie backed out, and I again
had a brief view of Cheryl's gaping pussy. Everything
was wet, and her swollen, pink folds were protruding
hugely in front of her slit.
I had never seen her like this. It was as if her pussy
was simply overflowing. It was impossible to imagine
that everything I could see had been neatly hidden
inside that little slit just half an hour before.
The guy who was called "Beavis" by his friends climbed
onto the table and jammed his cock into my wife, and I
watched her start working her hips so that Beavis just
knelt there watching Cheryl's cunt slide up and down his
dick. She was in a frenzy, and one of the guys up front
shot a stream of cum in the air. It landed in her hair
and on her back; and as she continued jacking him off,
he shot streams into her face and on her neck. She had
already brought four guys off. Five if you count the guy
who shot his load while just watching.
The guy straddling Carl was coming, and Cheryl was
sucking and gulping his cum. Her pussy contracted in her
third orgasm, and that brought Beavis to a quick end, as
he pumped a huge load deep into her overflowing cunt.
She was so wide open that Beavis just sort of fell out,
while still hard. Meanwhile, Carl had worked his way
further under Cheryl so that he could suck her breasts
and grope her pussy.
I watched him slide a finger up and down her hot pink
racing stripe. The one guy (other than me) who still
hadn't come took his turn in front of Cheryl, and she
swallowed his dick as if she were starving. Carl slipped
a finger into Cheryl, pulled it back out and inserted
two.
I could see him move his fingers around inside my wife,
and work a third finger in. Cheryl was squirming her
hips around, trying to get the most of what was
happening. She spread her knees further apart on the
table and sucked in her abdomen, trying to open herself
still wider.
At the same time, Cheryl was stroking-off the guy up
front while teasing the head of his dick with her
tongue. His load caught Cheryl full in the face on the
first shot.
As it ran down her chin onto her chest, Carl had to
dodge his friend's cum as it dripped from her. He turned
her around above himself so that she was straddling his
chest. He ran his hands up and down the insides of her
thighs and over her pussy, and he again started sliding
his fingers in out of her hole.
He had a hard-on again, and Cheryl was leaning down to
drag her breasts against it when she and I made eye
contact for the first time since Carl had first grabbed
her hair. There was an instant of anxiety as each of us
wondered what the other was thinking, then my wife
motioned for me to come to her.
I got up and stood in front of her at the edge of the
table. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her and gave
me a deep kiss, wet with the cum of four or five other
guys. As odd is it sounds, there was something
incredibly exciting about it.
With some frenetic help from Cheryl, I pulled my shorts
and t-shirt off. My lovely, delicate wife let out a loud
groan as Carl forced his entire hand into her cunt. I
think there must have been some pain, because she had
never been opened up that wide before. Never even close.
But if there was any pain, she showed no sign of it.
Instead, she wiggled her hips around as if to better
accommodate what was inside her.
She coaxed me up onto the table where she could get her
mouth on my dick. She sucked hard, and I fucked her
mouth with complete abandon. At some point, Carl pulled
his hand out and slid up beneath Cheryl until she could
sit down on his dick, while she was still sucking on
mine. I was holding her breasts, and someone else was
massaging her clit.
A huge orgasm rattled her body, and for several moments
she was frozen, quivering from head to toe. Then she
started rocking slowly on Carl's dick, while holding
onto me by the hips and pulling me into her mouth. I was
starting to come and wanted to hold back, but she
wouldn't let me.
Relentlessly, she moved her mouth up and down my dick,
sucking hard until I broke loose and gushed cum into her
throat. She dropped her hands from me while still
sucking my last spurts. I was holding her shoulders,
trying to catch my breath.
Bodies were close on both sides of me, and once again
Cheryl was jerking off two more guys. When she knew I
was finished, she released my dick and again found my
mouth with hers, still half filled with my cum. She
kissed me long and deep, and I found myself gulping my
own cum from her mouth and swallowing it. Carl was
coming inside her, and Cheryl was furiously hammering
the guys next to me.
When she broke the kiss, she looked straight into my
eyes for a long moment, then closed hers and sat up
straight and pressed herself clear down as Carl expended
himself. Cum was flowing out of Cheryl and dripping down
over the matted hair on Carl's balls.
I backed off the table and let Cheryl pull the two guys
together in front of her, and she was rubbing their
dicks together and trying to suck them both at once.
Well, her cunt could have opened wide enough, but her
mouth couldn't, so she just went from one to the other
and back.
When she finally lifted herself off of Carl, his dick
was soft and he slid out from beneath her. Someone had
brought some beers over from the other campsite, and
Carl grabbed one and cast a malicious grin at me.
The table was smeared with cum, and I wondered
irrationally how many people would set out their dinner
there without knowing what had caused the stains. I
reached up and wiped a river of cum from Cheryl's leg
with my bare hand, and added it to the mess on the
table. I did it again to her other leg, while one of the
guys up front shot a stream that went over Cheryl's head
and landed on her back.
I wiped cum from my wife's cunt, and felt her press hard
against my hand, which slipped with remarkable ease into
her distended hole. I pushed in until she would hold no
more, and I could feel her insides moving. Cheryl was
wriggling around, fucking my fist and sucking off the
guy up front. I was hard again, so I took the position
where Carl had been, sliding through the puddles of cum
until my hard-on was touching Cheryl's cunt.
With a kind of a slosh, she sat down on my dick. There
were guys fondling her breasts, and she was jerking off
one of them. The guy she had been sucking climbed up on
the table and was standing where Cheryl could pull him
into her mouth, with one hand behind his ass.
After a minute of mouth fucking, that guy was ready to
explode when Cheryl grabbed his dick and finished him by
hand. She aimed him down at her breasts and let him
empty himself on them. He rubbed his cum around her
nipples and all over her breasts, then he stepped out of
the way and let someone else take his place. The jerk-
off guy shot his load right over Cheryl's shoulder onto
my chest.
I was still hard inside my wife, and she was rocking
hard and fast, but I wasn't coming. She was, though, and
she clamped her cunt tightly shut on my dick while she
shook and trembled for several more moments. I started
thrusting my hips, and she lifted off just enough to let
me move, while she started sucking the guy who was
standing in front of her with his hands on her head.
There were four or five of the cowboys now sitting
around drinking beer and laughing, now just happy
spectators. A guy was licking Cheryl's tits, and she
coaxed him to a position where she could reach his dick.
I could feel things starting to build up in my own, so I
pulled Cheryl down and got as far into her as I could.
I held it back, savoring the moment. It built up, and it
was getting harder to hold it back. The slurping sound I
could hear told me that Cheryl was finishing off the
standing guy; and when he stepped down, the jerk-off,
tit-licking guy moved over in front of my wife. He sat
on the table in front of her and leaned back until his
head hung over the table.
Cheryl bent over and closed her mouth over the guy's
hard-on. She gave me two or three hard pumps with her
cunt, and I exploded inside her. She pumped up and down,
thoroughly draining me, and kept pumping until I simply
fell out. She immediately moved up and dropped her pussy
onto the jerk-off guy.
She started rocking her hips, and I knelt behind her to
reach around and cup her breasts, which were bouncing
and jiggling as she rocked faster and faster. Her hands
went up into her hair, and she tilted her head back with
eyes closed.
Then there was another guy standing in front of her,
touching a fresh hard-on against her lips. She parted
her lips and let him start fucking her mouth, while she
fucked the jerk-off guy and I held her slippery, cum-
covered breasts and kissed the back of her neck.
The guy on the bottom came first, and moments later the
stand-up guy blew his load; and Cheryl was again seized
by spasms of an orgasm. And I had another hard-on! In my
life, I had never, ever gone for a three-peat.
Cheryl could feel me rubbing against her back, and when
the one guy stepped off the table, she lifted her pussy
off the limp remains of the jerk-off guy and bent
forward to present her hole to me. As I slipped in, I
felt a gush of cum forced out.
This time I didn't make any attempt to hold back. I
pounded in as if I was trying to win a race. It was just
Cheryl and me, and the spectators were cheering us on.
When jerk-off was out of the way, she bent all the way
forward until her cheek was in a puddle of cum on the
table, and she let me slam it home. Clear in and clear
out, with each thrust I was pushing air into her cunt,
and as I bottomed out the air would be forced out with
obscene wet farting noises.
The cowboys laughed and cheered and gulped their beer.
It didn't take long for me to come. Whatever feeble
amount of cum left in me was transferred to Cheryl's
swimming cunt. She too, collapsed into a weak, exhausted
orgasm. Someone handed me a beer, and I shared it with
Cheryl, both of us sitting in the puddles on the table.
Cheryl's puddle continued to grow, but her enlarged pink
folds began to recede back into her crack.
The cowboys chatted, mostly to each other, for a short
while; then gathered up their scattered clothing, and
prepared to go back to their own campsite. Carl raised
his beer in a toast, and others joined. I raised mine,
and Cheryl smiled and bowed in acknowledgment. She had
just fucked and sucked the daylights out of nine guys,
bringing off each of us at least twice.
I stopped trying to keep track. She was a cum-covered
mess, and yet was somehow the most desirable woman I had
ever seen. We took towels and walked down to the ice-
cold river and waded into a little pool. We washed and
shampooed, ignoring the soapy harm we were doing to the
river. When we got out of the water, my dick and balls
were so shriveled that I might have been mistaken for a
woman if I'd had tits.
At last, in our tent, I lay back, ready to fall asleep.
It was still too warm to get into the sleeping bag, and
Cheryl lay naked on my chest. Her hand covered my
crotch, adding welcome warmth. I lay there letting her
squeeze and fondle my dick, coaxing it back to life.
Then she started licking and sucking. She was slow and
deliberate, but I was simply used up.
She still had me in her mouth when we both fell asleep.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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