My Guys - First Threesome
Nate and I snuggled together, too cold to feel sexy. I couldn’t stop thinking about Derek, all alone in his pup tent on the other side of the campground.
“This is ridiculous,” I said, turning my backside to Nate. “I’m cold everywhere you’re not touching.”
“The tent will warm up.”
“You think so?” My nipples were cold, hard points. I put my palms over them, trying to keep the warmth in.
“It’s a small space. Just us breathing will warm it up eventually.”
“Well, breathe harder.” I turned around to face him again. I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my breasts, rubbing lightly. “Mmmm, warm.” We started kissing, trying to make a spark.
“Hopeless,” I said, breaking away. “I’m putting clothes on.”
“Don’t do that. I was just getting hard.”
“Too cold. My pussy’s frozen.” I started to pull my fleece on over my head as he probed my pussy with an icy finger. “Eeek! Quit.”
“Huh,” he said. He’d never felt my pussy dry before. It was a new sensation for me too. For the last month I felt like I’d been wet every minute of every day and night. But it was just too cold.
“Gimme a blowjob then.”
“It would be like sucking a popsicle.”
“Feel it.” He pulled my hand to his hard cock. It felt like a stick of fire.
“That does feel good,” I admitted. “OK, hang on.” I added a pair of sweat pants and some socks to the fleece. Then I crawled under the sleeping bag and started slowly slurping. It was warm and dark and kind of sexy.
“How do you think Derek’s doing?” Nate asked while I played with his cock.
“Cold.”
“And lonely maybe. I feel sort of bad. You’re sucking my cock and he’s freezing his ass off.”
I intentionally grazed the head of his dick, making him jump.
“So invite him over,” I joked. “The tent will be warmer with three of us.”
“That’s what I was thinking. Do you think he’d come?”
I pulled myself up to where I could see him. “No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I started to crawl back down between his thighs.
“You could try.”
Half in and half out of the sleeping bag, I stopped. “You really want me to?”
“Yeah.”
“What about the blow job?”
“It’ll wait.”
I didn’t understand. Maybe if I had, things would have worked out differently. I only thought he wasn’t that horny, though the fire stick was hot as ever against my thigh. He pulled the sleeping bag off himself as I laced up my shoes.
“It’s starting to warm up,” he said. I couldn’t help reaching over to give his cock a rub. I loved pulling his foreskin up over the head and letting it slide back down. He stretched and sighed. “Hurry back.”
“Better put some clothes on if Derek’s coming in.”
He had his eyes closed, savoring the sensation, so I leaned over and kissed him to get his attention.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “Go get Derek.”
When I turned back to zip up the tent flap I could see him lying there, eyes still closed, using his own hand where mine had been. I shook my head and wondered why I was going to fetch Derek if he was so horny.
Derek had purposely pitched his tent as far away from ours as he could. I knew he didn’t want to hear us. Although he’d gotten used to having Nate around from time to time, he was still rattled by any public show of affection between us.
“Derek?” I whispered. The other tents were dark and quiet. Everyone had gone to sleep, or was trying to.
Derek unzipped the flap and poked his head out. He smiled when he saw me.
“Just in time,” he said, dragging me roughly into the tent. It was a small tent, really only designed for one person. The one Nate and I were in was roomy for two but was going to be cozy for three. “I’m freezing.” He kissed me and ran his hands up under my fleece, making a little humming noise of discovery when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Eeek. Quit,” I said to one of my lovers for the second time that night. “Your hands are like ice.”
“I know,” he said, not quitting. “You have to warm me up before I get frostbite.” He nuzzled his mouth against my neck, nice and warm and wet.
“Derek.”
He sighed and took his hands out from under my shirt.
“What are you doing here anyway? Did you guys fight?”
“I came to invite you over.” I waited but he didn’t say anything. “It’s so cold and we can fit three people in that tent.”
“Nate doesn’t want me horning in.”
“It was his idea. Come on, no point in suffering. None of us are getting any sleep tonight if we don’t warm up.” The problem was that we had three-season tents and the weather had unexpectedly moved into the fourth season. Hopefully tomorrow would be warmer and we’d have our outdoor fun, but tonight was anything but.
“How about you just sleep here with me. I’ll keep you warm.”
“You know I can’t. It’s Nate’s turn. He’s being nice by sharing. Don’t tell him no.”
That’s the thing about Derek–he can’t stand making anyone feel bad, even when it’s unintentional or unavoidable.
“I guess you’re right. Anyway, I can’t sleep like this.” He must have been wearing his entire wardrobe, layers so thick he looked like he’d gained ten pounds.
We walked back across the campground together, holding hands. The tent was glowing with a gentle, flickering light that meant Nate must have lit the lantern. Derek gave me a quick kiss.
“Get it while I can,” he whispered.
“Knock, knock,” I said to Nate, poking my head inside to make sure he wasn’t still lying there naked with the sleeping bag pulled back. He was wearing a shirt, at least, and was lying under my unzipped sleeping bag.
Derek and I crawled in.
“I’ve got it set up,” Nate said. “This is my bag on the bottom on top of the pads Here give me your stuff.” He slid Derek’s pad under the bag on the far side and then unzipped Derek’s sleeping bag and added it like a second blanket on top of mine.
“Um, I thought we’d all just be in our own sleeping bags,” Derek said, sitting cross-legged near the door.
“Way warmer this way,” Nate explained. “Lissie goes in the middle. We’re all toasty.”
It did sound cozy. A little weird, but cozy. I crawled in next to Nate and patted the bag on my other side, asking Derek to lie down next to me. He pulled a layer off and got in.
“It’s pretty warm in here as it is,” he said. “I don’t think we need the second bag on top.” He pushed his bag over to the side.
“Nice,” I said, starting to feel the heat of the warm bodies on both sides of me and the warm air we were all breathing. “We’re going to get hot.”
Derek peeled off another shirt and took off a layer from the bottom too.
“Tell me about it,” he said.
I pushed the sleeves up on my fleece. I was only wearing one layer and it was a warm one.
“Should we put out the lantern?” I asked.
“You’re not sleepy, are you?” Nate was taking off his shirt, leaving himself bare-chested. He snuggled in beside me, nestling his head against my fleece and making me feel even warmer.
“I’m hot.”
“I know. She is hot, isn’t she, Derek?”
Derek didn’t rise to the bait but he did take off his t-shirt and push the sleeping bag off his legs.
“Not funny,” I complained. “You guys are half dressed on the outside and I’m bundled up in the middle.”
“A minute ago you were crying about being cold,” Nate teased. I could feel his cool, bare legs tangling with mine which were getting damp inside my sweat pants. Then Derek reached beneath the bag to pull off his leggings and it was the final straw.
“Fine,” I said. “If you guys can get undressed I can too.” I sat up and whipped my fleece off over my head defiantly. I was halfway to pulling off the pants too when I saw Nate’s smirk. This was what he wanted me to do. I hesitated.
“Well, don’t stop there. Come on, you’ve never kept your pants on before. Lissie doesn’t wear pajamas when she sleeps with you, does she, Derek?”
Derek just grunted and turned his back to us like he was trying to sleep. I knew he was regretting joining us already.
“Play nice, Nate.”
“It’s nothing either of us hasn’t seen before. And you’ll sleep better. Derek, you don’t mind if Lissie sleeps naked, right?”
“Just keep your own shorts on.”
I reached a hand down to make sure he had shorts on and he winked at me and slid his hand to the waist band of my sweat pants. I smacked it away but figured I’d better take them off before he did it for me and made a scene. I pulled them off and threw them over Derek’s body into the corner with his discarded sleeping bag. I slid down between them as Derek rolled over and looked across me at Nate.
“You got anything else lined up?”
Nate put his hand on my naked stomach, sliding the sleeping bag down so my chest lay exposed between them. I started to move to raise it back up but Nate’s posture was less casual than it seemed and I realized I’d have to wrestle him for it. Even though they were looking at each other and not my breasts, I felt my nipples harden.
“I guess this seems weird to you.”
“A little.”
“We’ve both seen her like this before. We both know her, know her body, her reactions. For instance, this doesn’t surprise you, does it?” He indicated the nipple closest to him, now hard and puckered.
“No.”
“You know what’ll happen if I do this.” He leaned down and took it into his mouth, using his teeth lightly and flicking his tongue across the top. I moaned. They both laughed. “I love how responsive she is, don’t you?”
Derek nodded. He put his hand on my chest, just above Nate’s and just below my breasts, as if deciding.
“Do you think she’s wet yet?” Nate asked, dipping his head back to my nipple.
“Starting anyway.”
“Check.”
I held my breath. I thought I didn’t want him to and then I knew I was lying. Nate sucked hard on my nipple, making me moan again, and I felt Derek’s hand lift from my chest and then felt it on the tuft of hair above my pussy. He didn’t move it, didn’t dip a finger down to test my wetness, left me waiting for it.
“Is she?”
“She will be,” Derek said smugly. I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me with that evil grin he gives me right before he starts making me beg. I moaned harder, feeling Nate’s busy mouth against my nipple and anticipating Derek’s next move. The weight of his palm against my pubic bone was driving me crazy. He leaned down and kissed me, his head nearly brushing Nate’s nibbling at my breast. And then his hand moved, scraping down over my mound and through the wetness he knew would be there to plunge two fingers roughly inside me.
“I guess she is,” Nate said, referring to the noise I’d just made. Derek held his fingers up where Nate could see the strings of my arousal webbed between them. “Nice. She makes you feel like a hero, doesn’t she?”
Derek laughed. “I never knew I was such a stud until I met Lissie.”
“I hear you are though. She says you’ve got a nice cock. Really makes her scream.”
Oh, shit, I thought. Nate, can’t you ever keep your mouth shut?
“Well.” Derek cleared his throat. Aside from everything else, he doesn’t like receiving compliments. He’d much rather pay them out. “Well,” he said again. “I hear you’ve got great oral technique.”
“She said that?” Nate smiled down at me and gave my nipple a tweak.
“Oh, yeah. I don’t even compare.”
I hadn’t said that exactly. Of course. I’m not stupid. But Nate “is” good and Derek “is” hung. I guess I’m the one who needs to keep her mouth shut.
“You can always work on your technique,” Nate said. “Not much I can do about the size of my dick.”
“No vacuum pumps for you?”
They laughed. Derek looked relaxed around Nate for the first time. I smiled seeing them laugh together and also because they were both toying with my body. Absentmindedly, but the effect was the same. I was squirming but trying not to make much noise. I didn’t want to interrupt if they were finally bonding.
“I’d love to see it.” Uh oh. You’ve gone too far now, Nate.
“My cock?”
“Relax, dude, I don’t want to touch it. I’m curious. I keep hearing how much bigger it is.
“It’s not that big. Not like a porn star or anything.”
“Really? I’ve got this idea in my head. It’s like huge.”
Nate is such a manipulator. It was totally obvious to me what he was doing–playing to Derek’s need to make other people feel better not worse. Derek is big but he’s not porn star big and I’ve never said so. In fact, I happen to know that Nate knows the exact measurements.
“Really, dude. It’s pretty normal, I think.” Derek was hesitating but I knew he’d cave. We all waited a moment, silently, then he flipped the sleeping bag off of himself and pulled his penis out of his boxers. Almost immediately he tucked it away.
“Thanks.”
“Sure.”
“Um, not to complain, but it wasn’t hard.” Nate went on when Derek flushed. “I’m not saying anything, only it doesn’t tell me much. You know what they say–it’s not the size; it’s the coefficient of expansion. Sorry. Old math-geek joke. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I appreciated it. I really did.”
“You want to see it hard?”
“Maybe Lissie could . . . ”
“I could make it hard,” I said quickly.
“I don’t know if you could.”
“Performance anxiety. I totally understand. Like stage fright. Hey, don’t sweat it.”
“I’ve never . . . . This is all totally weird.” Derek is such an oddly conservative boy, considering. It’s a good thing he’s hung so well because his sexual repertoire is limited. It’s Nate who comes up with all the kinky stuff. So why was I even surprised this was happening?
“I really understand. Forget it.”
Derek mulled this over. He hates to disappoint. “Do you think “you” could?” He’s also competitive.
“Get hard?” Nate laughed. “I am.” He pulled down his side of the sleeping bag and took off his shorts. No quick peek for Nathan. “But it’s different for me. For one thing, I’m an exhibitionist. And for another, touching Lissie like this always gets me hard.” He moved his hand to my pussy, fingering me just out of sight where the covers still draped over my abdomen. “Doesn’t it you?”
“Usually. I guess I’m the opposite of an exhibitionist.”
“A voyeur?”
“No!”
“Sorry, I’m kidding. Actually, I’m a voyeur too. I think they kind of go together.”
“That’s why you wanted to see mine?”
“Maybe somewhat. I really did want to see how big it was though. Hey, look at mine.” He reached down and put a hand under his balls and lifted the entire apparatus in Derek’s direction. “Is yours a lot bigger?”
I don’t honestly think Derek had looked until then but he finally did.
“Not a lot. It’s thicker, I guess.”
“Thicker’s good. Isn’t it, Lissie?”
“Yummy,” I said, wishing Nate would take his hand off his own body and put it back on mine.
“It might be a little longer too. I don’t know.”
“What do you think, Lissie?”
“It’s longer,” I said. I glanced at Nate, who was now languorously running his hand along his shaft, then at Derek. Derek looked pained but I noticed something interesting: there was a little bulge in the front of his boxers.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Nate said. “I’ll show you. Then you show me.”
“Show me “that”?”
“No, not my cock. My oral sex technique. I’ll show you what I use to get Lissie screaming, then you show me what you use. Fair?”
“I don’t want to see . . . ”
“No, wait. I’m not actually going to go down on her. Hard to get two heads in there anyway. Here’s my idea: her nipples. We pretend the nipple is the clit. One for each of us. I show you a little; you try a little. What do you think?”
An interesting proposition. It’s not like I’ve never tried to brush up Derek’s technique but he can be sensitive to criticism and doesn’t take direction well. Nate, on the other hand, takes direction very well. Of course, he’s an actor. I wondered if Derek would be more willing to learn from Nate than from me.
“OK, I’ll try.”
“It’s a deal? Shake.” Nate held out his hand. Derek shook his head.
“Dude, I know where that hand has been.”
Nate laughed. “It’s clean! But OK, let’s kiss on it instead. You go first.” He waved a hand towards me so that Derek would understand he wasn’t suggesting they kiss each other and Derek leaned down and gave me a chaste peck on the lips. Then Nate gave me a deep, soul-wrenching kiss. As he finished he trailed his mouth across my ear and I heard him whisper ‘thank you’. I didn’t know what he was thanking me for. I was the one getting double the pleasure, double the fun.
“First,” he said, getting into position over me, “you can’t do “this”.” He stuck his tongue way out and licked the tip of my nipple several times. “That might work for a nipple but a clit is more sensitive. It needs moisture. You want to get the whole mouth involved with the tongue licking, yes, but from inside of the mouth so it all stays wet. Like this.” He put his mouth on my breast and sucked my nipple up into it, his tongue brushing against the underside. “It’s hard to see because my mouth is surrounding the whole nipple but that’s where you want to go with the clit. Keep it surrounded, keep it wet, make a lot of contact, and then you can use a lot of pressure. I’m not being gentle exactly.” He put his mouth back on me and proved it. I went wild against the strong suction and heavy tongue action. “You try.”
I’d been moaning and groaning enough from the slobbering and licking but imagining that this was my clit was getting to me mentally as well. Nate had been demonstrating as he was talking, pulling his mouth away from me to show Derek and then fastening it on again. Now he moved his head farther away, a reassuring finger staying behind to roam across my brilliantly hard nipple as he gestured Derek forward.
Derek leaned his head in and went straight for the kill. I screamed, but not in a completely good way.
“I forgot to say that you have to start slow and work your way up,” Nate said.
“Sorry.”
“It’s OK.” I wondered when Nate got elected to speak for me but I didn’t say anything. “Try again.” Nate put his hand on Derek’s bare shoulder and I watched as the muscles there rippled beneath it.
“I can do it.” He shrugged Nate’s hand off and leaned in again. This time his initial moves were so light I could barely feel them but I gave an exaggerated moan and he gained confidence, quickly picking up Nate’s style and energy. Nate meanwhile was providing feedback and encouragement–vocal feedback to Derek, physical encouragement to me. He had his fingers in my pussy and was helping to create the sounds I was making.
“You’ve so got it. You’re driving her crazy and that’s only her nipple.” I squirmed and screamed as he slid his fingers over my clit at the same moment Derek started using suction.
“Please,” I said, to neither one in particular.
“You’ve got her all riled up,” Nate said, discretely removing his fingers to his own side of the sleeping bag. Derek picked up his head and looked into my eyes.
“Seems kind of cruel.”
“It is cruel,” I said insistently.
“Think we should do something about it?” Nate moved his hand to the nipple Derek had just suckled, toying with its purple heat. I wished that Derek’s hand would take Nate’s place in my pussy, but the idea of going further obviously had Derek nervous.
“Maybe we should just stick to the original bargain.”
“You’re hard now?”
I could feel Derek against my thigh, so I knew before he pulled his boxers off that he was only semi-hard. Still, it was an impressive sight. Nate, hard as a rock as always, on the one side, and Derek, halfway hard but huge with it, on the other.
“It’s nice,” Nate said.
“That’s not it,” I said.
“No?”
“It’s not all the way,” Derek admitted. “I’m still kind of nervous.”
“Payback,” I said. I didn’t give Derek time to argue. I pushed him onto his back and dove in. I started with his ears and neck because I knew that’s where his weaknesses were. He’s helpless with a tongue in his ear. I licked and nibbled and breathed until he was wiggling and gasping beneath me. Derek’s never very vocal but I could tell that he was trying to hold back. The reluctance behind every stifled moan was making them even hotter. I didn’t have to look to know that Nate was stroking himself behind me. I could hear the swish of nylon sleeping bag and the sucking wetness of pre-cum against foreskin.
Derek’s cock was hard before I got my mouth to it but I didn’t let that stop me. I threw myself into bringing him as close to the brink as I could. Like I said: payback. The breathing beneath me was echoed by the breathing beside me. Nate was by my elbow, closing in on us. I wondered how far he planned to go as I held Derek on the edge with my tongue.
Derek threw his forearm over his eyes and mumbled something about being hard.
“Hmm?” I asked, purposely letting my lips vibrate against him.
“I’m hard!” There was a desperation in his voice so deep and beautiful that I relented. I slowly pulled his cock from my mouth, letting it feel one last laving of warm saliva. I held it at the root and showed it to Nate.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
Derek’s eyes were closed, his breathing still rough. I ran my tongue along the head to keep him near the peak. Nate had actually stopped playing with his own cock for a minute and when I raised my eyes to his he scooted back to his side of the tent. I took another lick.
“It’s amazing,” Nate whispered.
Derek put his hand on my head and slowly stroked my hair. I knew he was torn between stopping and going, so I put his dick back in my mouth and sucked while he thought about it.
“Lissie,” he said softly.
“Lissie?” someone said outside the tent. We all jumped. There was a mad scrambling for position and sleeping bag and a suspicious time passed before I said ‘yeah’ back. “We’re going to go to a hotel.” It was Pam, one of the trip organizers. Now that I didn’t have a cock in my mouth I recognized the voice.
“Um, OK,” I said.
“We’re all freezing and no one can sleep.”
“OK.”
“Do you guys want to come? We’re going to get a couple of rooms and crash in our bags on the floor.”
“No, we’re OK.” I heard Pam hesitate. People were in camper shells, the backs of cars, other tents, and they were all bailing. It was below freezing out there.
“OK. Well, maybe we’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast then.”
“OK.” Anything to make her go away.
“Do you know where Derek is? He doesn’t seem to be in his tent.”
“Um, he’s in here.”
“Oh. No wonder you’re so warm.” She laughed and I heard her say something to someone outside the tent. There was whispering and giggling in the distance and I was sure the story was being passed from group to group. “Have a good night then.”
“You too.”
We lay silently, side by side under the sleeping bag which no longer felt too warm. No legs pressed against mine, no hands roamed across my body.
“Great,” Derek said finally. “Now everyone knows what we were up to.”
“No one knows what we were up to,” I said.
“And fuck ‘em if they did,” Nate said.
“That’s easy for you to say. These are my friends.”
“My friends would think it was hot.”
“Your friends are theater people.”
Nate could have reacted to that. I knew what Derek meant–he meant that maybe they were gay, that maybe Nate was gay. Derek is like that sometimes. He’s athletic and always has been and his friend have always been and that still means homophobia. Maybe not spoken, but there.
“Yeah, I guess a lot of us are exhibitionists,” Nate said, ignoring the hook. I silently blessed him. Nate knows how to not care what someone thinks. Especially if not caring might get him what he wants.
The sounds outside were fading as cars started and slowly pulled away, taking the bustling people who’d been deconstructing tents with them.
“Maybe we should turn off that lantern,” Derek said, his back to me once again.
Nate sat up a little. “Derek? Before we go to sleep, I just wanted to tell you that I really was enjoying that. So, thanks.”
“That’s OK.”
“Looked like you were enjoying yourself, too.”
Derek rolled over to face us. “Well, who wouldn’t be?”
“Yeah, she gives great head.” Nate sighed. “I don’t suppose you’d . . .?
“I’m not hard anymore.”
“Hey, me either.” Nate peeled back the sleeping bag, quick as ever to demonstrate. “That was a rude interruption.”
Surprisingly, Derek looked, and kept looking long enough for us to catch him at it. “I, um, forgot you weren’t circumcised. I mean, Lissie said you weren’t.”
“Yeah, it’s weird, I know. I used to hate gym–everyone staring. My father’s European and he thought it was barbaric. Anyway, now that I don’t have to take gym anymore I’m glad I wasn’t. I can do this.” He started massaging the head with his foreskin and his cock, already growing from the thrill of being exposed, sprang quickly to life. Nate was slow and sensual in his movements. It was obvious he was enjoying himself, though how much was from the stroking and how much from the audience I couldn’t tell.
“Feels good like that?” Derek put his hand beneath the sleeping bag and I felt it brush my thigh as he reached for his own cock.
“Oh, yeah. You do it, Lissie.” I took over from him, pulling and pressing his foreskin, rolling it back and forth gently but firmly over his dripping head. Whether it was the foreskin or not, Nate got very wet. “Mmm, like heaven.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, wiggling his hips against my motion. I snuck a peek at Derek and found him riveted. “Sorry,” Nate said, opening his eyes again. “Lost myself for a minute there. So what do you do?”
“Just, you know.” Derek shifted his eyes away and moved his hand from his cock to my breast.
“Not really. You may find this hard to believe but I’ve never actually watched another guy jerk off.”
“You pull on it, like–” He took his hand off my breast and used it to make a cartoonish jerking motion in the air.
“Ouch.”
“Well, not so rough like that.” Derek looked frustrated. “Here, like this.” He pulled the covers off us, revealing his cock which was mostly hard. He made a few tentative movements. Embarrassment was clearly printed on his face and, to my highly trained eye, he seemed to be getting softer, not harder.
“Let Lissie do it,” Nate said. “One in each hand.” I was still fondling Nate. Now I reached my other hand to Derek and started to stroke him too. “You don’t think that’s hot?” Nate asked Derek, nodding his head towards the alignment of our naked groins splayed across the tent: Nate hard and handled, me wet and open, Derek growing rapidly beneath my busy fingers.
“A little.”
It’s not easy juggling two cocks, each one requiring a different technique and rhythm. “I don’t have the same sense for him,” I told Nate quietly. Derek’s eyes were half closed and I could see he was feeling it. “It’s harder without the foreskin. I worry about being too rough.”
“You’re not,” Derek said, thrusting his hips towards me.
“So go down on him again.” Nate pressed me towards Derek. I let go of him and started to slide down towards Derek’s cock but Nate’s voice stopped me. “Or, better yet. Fuck her for me.”
Derek opened his eyes. “Are you nuts?
“Maybe, but I’m dying for it.”
“It’s what you’ve been angling for this whole time, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“What? Why?” Derek, having a desire to do, but not to see or be seen, and certainly not to share, didn’t get it. As turned on as I was, even I couldn’t really understand what Nate was getting out of it.
“Maybe I can’t explain, but thinking about you and her and your cock has been driving me wild for weeks. I want to see a big cock sliding into her, her pussy stretched around it, and her face contorted with pleasure. I don’t have a cock like that to fuck her with. If I did, maybe I wouldn’t need you, but I don’t, so I do. Make sense?”
Derek shook his head.
“OK, think of it like this: it’s live porn with Lissie in it.”
“Please, Derek,” I pleaded. “Please fuck me.”
“We’ve got this entire campground to ourselves,” Nate said. “We’re probably the only idiots for miles. No one can hear her scream. Fuck her really hard for me, buddy. Please?”
“And then what? You’ll have sloppy seconds”
“I don’t mind. Hey, we all use condoms anyway, right?
“Right,” I agreed.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I could watch you.”
“Listen, you do your thing and then if it doesn’t feel right, we all go to sleep. I don’t need anything. I’ll be jerking off to this for months, I promise you.”
“No, if I do, you do. I’m not going to hog her.”
“OK, so let’s do it. We’re all horny as hell. What’s stopping us?” Nate was horny as hell. I was horny as hell. I looked at Derek’s cock, not far from my face. It was drooping slightly but there was also a drop of pre-cum lingering on the head. If he wasn’t horny as hell now, he had been and would be again. I sat up and reached for my overnight bag.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Nate asked. We’d come so close.
“I’ve only got one condom.” I scrambled to explain my lack of foresight. “Well, we’re only here for one night and I didn’t know we were going to be doing this–that’s for sure–and anyway,” as I explained to Derek, “Nate really likes the oral so sometimes we don’t even–. Too much information, right?”
“So we only have one condom,” Nate said. “We only need one. I already said I was fine.”
“It’s your night.”
“And I choose to watch you with my night. Please, you don’t even have to finish. Just start, I’m begging you. I’ll jerk off. Carefully. Way over here.”
“Wait! My purse. I forgot about my emergency condom.” I dug through our pile of belongings for my purse and triumphantly pulled out a second condom.
“That’s our Lissie. Such a girl scout.” Nate leaned over and kissed me deeply. “Better get him warmed up again,” he said. Derek was only at half mast. I quickly scooted over to his cock, giving it a gentle all-over lick to start with. “Forget I’m here,” he told Derek. I felt him move away from me and saw Derek close his eyes. Good.
I gave him the blow job of his life, starting hard to get him hard then going light and teasing to make him hungry for more. I knew from experience that the best way to get him in the mood for a good hard fuck was to hold back during foreplay, to make him need to take it from me. He was squirming when I slowed down, then the squirming changed to muttering–my name and other inarticulate murmurings. His hands got heavy on my head. He knows better than to try to control me but the pressure was telling me what he needed. I didn’t give it to him. Normally by now he would have caved–flipping me over and drilling me hard, but tonight he was torn. It was going to take even more. I started alternating–some fast and then some slow–getting close to giving him enough and then backing off again until finally the rage of his lust burst free. He ripped me off his dick, pulling me up and over and onto my back.
“You want me to fuck? I’ll fuck.”
I could barely hold him off to get the condom on
“Do it quick,” he said, gritting his teeth. I had it on in record time and the moment I released his cock, he plunged it deep within me, all the way to the root with a thundering bang. The way I needed it, the way I loved it. I almost came right there. I was so turned on and he was so huge and hard that every stroke was pushing me over the next crest. I lost track of Nate, lost track even of Derek. He asked nothing from me but to absorb. We were wild together, beyond what we had ever been, pushed to the edge by Nate’s silent presence and all the night’s teasing. It was a fury that couldn’t last for long. He came inside me with a final, violent thrust, wrenching one more scream from me as he carelessly drove too deep.
He put his head against my neck and we breathed ragged breaths together, joined and drained.
“Oh God, Lissie. Oh God. That was so hot, so beautiful.” Nate was pushing himself between me and Derek, kissing me all over, causing Derek to slide away from me as he encroached further. “Sweetheart, I’m so hard. Touch me.” He pulled my head down to his cock and I took it in, pouring the pleasure of my orgasms out of my mouth and over him. He was panting beneath me, louder than I’d ever heard him. I backed off.
“No, don’t tease. Not tonight. I can’t stand anymore.”
I pushed him into orgasm roughly, continuing to suck and lick as hard as I could until his moans turned to gasps and the last bit of semen had been swallowed. Then I gentled on him, my mouth warm and sweet against his softening dick. When I let it pop free, he pulled me up for a kiss. He loved to kiss me after a blowjob, long and intimately, and tonight he was particularly needy. When he was finished, I turned to Derek, worried that he was feeling left out. He had a blank expression and his dick was lying limp between his legs. I leaned into him to kiss him but he turned away.
“Don’t now.”
“Are you sorry?” Nate asked. “Please don’t say you are.”
“No, it was OK. Like you said–live porn.”
“Good.”
“Was it everything you hoped?”
“Unbelievable. Lissie?”
“I’m still horny.”
They looked at each other and laughed. “Believable,” they said together.
Nate reached down and paddled his fingers in my pussy. I wiggled my encouragement. “This girl needs more.”
“You could show me the oral. For real this time.”
“You’d be OK with that?”
Derek shrugged. “Sure. Make her scream.”
No one asked if it was OK with me, but it was. The few orgasms I’d had while Derek fucked me were only a warm-up and going down on Nate, listening to his amazing response, had pushed me back into the red zone. I needed to cum.
Nate settled between my thighs and I took his head between my hands, running them through his hair, anticipating what was to come. He started with slow, long licks, building my excitement level and bathing my clit in my own juices. I silently urged him to get on with it and when he wrapped his mouth around my clit and started a firm sucking pressure I moaned in relief. Finally. Fucking feels great but all the girth and length in the world can’t match the intense, focused pleasure of a mouth applied right where I needed it.
Nate used his tongue and lips to knead and tease me, taking me to ever higher levels, until my orgasm broke and I screamed, just like he’d said I would, gasping and bucking against him. His hands were strong on my thighs, holding me steady as he kept licking through the waves of pleasure, pushing me higher and deeper into the orgasm until I peaked and the pleasure was suddenly too much and I pulled away from, rather than pressed towards, his seeking mouth.
Nate knew to be gentle once I was done coming. He pulled back from my clit and dove lower into my pussy, slurping at the juices running freely and raising, now and then, for another lick at my clit. Each lick made me shiver, the feeling of pleasure returning slowly, until I was as consumed as I’d been before and more so. Through the haze of my next impending orgasm I felt Derek’s hands on me, his mouth nuzzling against my neck. He was rambling against my ear, oh God, and Lissie, and So hot, and Cum for me, cum for us, and I did. Nate was ruthless this time, knowing he could push me harder. I thought it might never end, that there might be no top to this peak, and then I was tumbling down the other side, hearing my own shuddering breath in the suddenly silent tent.
Nate went back to settling laps at my pussy, running his hands along my inner thighs and over my stomach, calming me down for the next assault on my senses.
“How many times can she do that?” I heard Derek ask.
“Depends.” Nate’s mouth left my pussy. “She’s pretty wild tonight. A few more maybe.”
“Well, don’t use her up.”
“Mmph,” I said. By that I meant: no one is paying attention to me.
“Hang on,” Nate said. He bent back to me and pushed me quickly, brutally, up and over in a way that only he could, snapping me from aroused to almost painfully pleased in under a minute, leaving me to come back down on my own. “That should hold her for a minute. You wanted to try?”
“No, you go ahead. But maybe when you’re done, I could fuck her again. I’m kind of hard.”
“So I see. Sure. She’s usually good for a couple more that way even when she can’t take anymore this way.”
“I can’t take anymore,” I mumbled, my clit still throbbing from the last one.
“Yeah, right,” Nate said and I heard Derek laugh against my ear.
“One more, baby.”
“Nicely,” I pleaded. “Do me nicely.”
“Nice it is.” Nate went slowly this time, using his fingers inside me to create a delicious contrast–the sharp sweetness of his mouth sucking gently on my clit and the churning, all-body throbbing of his fingers stroking my G-spot. I lay as still as I could, letting him work, the pressure of Derek’s body helping mine feel anchored beneath the dreamy double onslaught. As I began moaning helplessly I felt Derek’s mouth against mine, sucking down my moans and swallowing them, holding the pleasure between us so that it increased in scope and intensity. A current of electricity bound us, from Nate to me to Derek and when I came it completed the circuit. Even my fingertips buzzed from the full-body shock of sweetness that swept through me, pitching me up into a star-filled night sky and wafting me back to a warm tent glowing with candlelight and love. I was overcome.
Nate moved so he was lying next to me and Derek shifted to give him some room. They leaned across me, watching my chest rise and fall as they talked, their arms draped across my abdomen together.
“Is she OK?” Derek asked.
“She will be.”
“I’ve never done this, made her like that.”
“You do something different. It’s all good. Right, Lissie?”
“Fuck me,” I said, the dreaminess wearing off and the longing for pure, raw passion returning. I needed the last bit of horniness banged out of me.
“Fuck her,” Nate said. He reached behind my head and took the condom from where it had been pushed back against the tent in my frenzied thrashing and gave it to Derek.
“It’s our last one.”
“Use it.” He guided my unresisting hand to his cock. I felt the heat and sensuously slippery foreskin against my palm and started stroking in a rhythm that needed no thought. Somewhere above me, Derek was putting on a condom. I could hear foil rattling and feel his legs separate mine, more widely than Nate’s head had. He pressed deep within me, laying against my body to maximize our contact, his hands on my arms as I continued to massage Nate nestled next to us.
Derek moved slowly until the heat took hold of us all. I can only guess what we did, what I did. I know that my throat was sore, that muscles ached and throbbed and every movement for days was a reminder of that night. I know that when the dust settled, Derek was shuddering and Nate’s cum was splashed across my face.
Nate traced his cum with his fingertip, sliding it into my mouth. I sucked on his finger sleepily then rolled my head towards Derek. He met my eyes and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue swirling gently inside my cum-flavored mouth. Slowly he drew back, lips lingering against mine, a smile playing about them.
“We’d better get to sleep if we’re going to be any use tomorrow.”
“You think we’ll be able to get out tomorrow?” Nate asked.
“You never know,” Derek said, rolling over and pulling the sleeping bag over himself. “We might as well be ready. Besides, I’m exhausted.”
“Me too,” I said, moving against Derek to spoon him. “And anyway. . .”
“And anyway what?” Nate asked, putting out the lantern and snuggling up behind me.
“And anyway, we’re out of condoms.”
As I drifted off to sleep, my arm across Derek’s stomach and Nate’s groin tucked snugly against my ass, I heard him whisper in my ear, “Next time, bring more.”
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