Your eyes take a couple moments to adjust to the dark. When they do, you see that Will is lying on top of a sleeping bag. He has one arm over his chest and the other above his head. His legs are bowed so severely that his soles are almost touching.
He's naked.
"You guys sleep naked together?" You say. You glance back at Auburn, who's just stepping in. "That's kinda gay."
"Do I look naked?" Auburn says. "And I don't want to hear it from you." He sidles up to you and gazes down at Will. "Amber was supposed to come back here with me, so he was sort of waiting for that."
"What a bummer," you say. You startle as Auburn, getting much closer, puts his hand on your ass. He fondles you like you're longtime lovers. "That's a little presumptuous..." you say. You squirm uncomfortably.
Rather than answer, he just slides his hand down the back of your shorts. You left your underwear somewhere in the other tent, so Auburn has free rein down there. He doesn't waste time before taking advantage of it. Soon his fingers are between your ass, tickling both your holes. You can tell he's had practice.
You don't fight. In fact you wag your hips a little to heighten the sensation. You look over your shoulder at him. "I heard you had a thing for Asians."
"What can I say."
"That's not very culturally sensitive of you."
"Oh, I'm sensitive," he says. You bite your lower lip, draw a sharp breath, and bow your head as, from behind, he strums a finger against your clit. You're still recovering from the last few cums, so direct contact makes you shiver. You pinch your knees together -- which only traps his hand right there. "Guess you're sensitive, too," he says, equal parts cruel and smug.
You came in here to have fun with Will, and thought Auburn would be an unpleasant third wheel. But the way he's taking advantage of you has you reconsidering. This is a side of him you've never seen.
"You know, I've heard things about you, too," he says.
You whip your hair from your face and manage to meet his piercing gaze, even as he mercilessly rubs you down there. "What things?"
"That you're easy. That you'll open your legs up for just about anyone, boy or girl."
"What can I say..."
"Take off your clothes."
He starts to pull his hand away, but you reach behind yourself and grab his wrist to stop him. "Hold on," you beg, rubbing yourself on him. "I'm almost there."
"You really are a slut," he says.
"Uh huh," you agree, nodding your head, riding him. He keeps his hand still and lets you hold it there against your crotch to hump it as you may. Your knees knock as you use him to masturbate yourself to a creamy orgasm inside your shorts, your second accident of the night. At the peak of your orgasm, you feel one of his fingers poking past the ring of your anus, and like he assumed it would, the violation makes you cum even harder.
"Take off your fucking clothes," he says. This time he's not willing to wait.
You strip for him. Some people, when they see you naked, are smitten -- others are lustful -- still others become shy. Getting naked for this boy is the first time you've ever felt something like cold and calculated appraisal. His eyes are judging you: your twiggy legs, your ribby chest, your waifish frame -- he seems to be considering all the ways he can use you. Nothing more. And certainly no thoughts of you as a human being with free will of your own.
So you take the initiative how you can, and do what you only briefly imagined out by the fire. You sink down to your knees and tug at his baggy shorts. He helps you along. Springing free, right in front of your face, is his cock. You could punch Amber right about now. All the times she used the word "micropenis" in conjunction with Auburn's name, she was lying through her fucking teeth. She KNEW the truth and never keyed you in. What kind of sister is she? Auburn's dick isn't as fat as Will's, but it's gotta be almost two inches longer -- roughly the same dimensions, you realize with a quiver, as Talia's -- this is a dick that would be more than able to split apart your deepest back walls.
Your jaw drifts open. You begin to salivate. By now, for you, this sort of response is nigh autonomic. Presented with a dick like this, you can't help yourself. You go all stupid for it.
More than that, the way he remorselessly stares down his nose with those bright, bright blue eyes of his, feels like a silent command to suck him off. And an implicit threat that he'll force you if you don't do it willingly.
You kinda want to make him force you.
But you don't want to wait any longer. So, gripping his dick around the base, you rub it against yourself -- first one cheek, then the other. You let him leak on you. Getting your face sloppy with precum has to be one of your favorite forms of foreplay. It feels so gross and slimy mixing and melding with the sweat you've worked up in this balmy summer night. It forms a microscopically thin film with an almost jelly-like consistency that clings and seeps into your pores. You just know that you're going to stink like cock until the next time you wash yourself... which may not be for the rest of the camping trip... that notion alone is enough to make your naked pussy clench. As you slip his cockhead past your lips, you masturbate, digging at the hot itch inside your cunt. Of course, fingers can only stave it off. Fully satisfying it will take something much better.
Auburn's cock has a clean taste, not the somewhat bitter and pungent taste of Amelia's or even the slimy saltiness of Talia's. It's almost perfectly neutral. And so you can close your eyes and focus on the way its fleshy heat fills your mouth, the way his spongy glans throbs so nicely against the wetness of your tongue, the way his viscous prefuck slides smoothly down your throat and coats it along the way. You hold a balled fist against your chest, frig your horny twat, and suck him off, your head truly empty of all thought. You hardly even notice that you're gagging on him. You care even less.
"Where do you want me to cum?" He asks.
You lock eyes with him as you bob your head up and down on his shaft.
He grabs the sides of your face, holding you partly by the ears, and starts to slowly but forcefully fuck your mouth. You don't break eye contact, and he bores a hole into your very soul with his unflinching gaze. But as his thrusting prick slides deeper and deeper into your now violently heaving throat, as his balls tighten up and you prepare for surges of hot spunk washing over your tonsils... he stops, and pulls all the way out. Simultaneously he shoves you, not that hard, but it's unexpected enough to almost topple you to your back. You hack and cough and gasp for air, the back of your palm to your mouth, and with a humiliated shudder realize that your face and chest are absolutely covered in your own drool.
He sits down on his sleeping bag, his cock standing proud at attention. He points at his own lap. "Come over here and bounce on me."
On hands and knees you crawl to him. Fully aware of your own wanton expression and tone, you ask: "what makes you assume I'll do it raw?"
"I don't have to assume. I know you will."
"Oh do you."
"If you're worried about it, you can use your ass. Your choice."
Still on all fours, you reach between your legs and pet your dripping kitty. "Hmm. I guess Amber only ever lets you fuck her asshole, huh."
For the first time since this started, you've put a chink in Auburn's armor. He isn't so cocky, even if only for a moment, as he blinks back at you, shocked that you could know or deduce something like that. You grin.
When he does formulate a response, it's full of anger. "Come and ride me or I'll rape you," he sneers. What an easy ego to wound. Doesn't he know he's threatening you with a good time?
You crawl into his lap, swinging your legs around him, holding onto his shoulders. "All right. I like to bounce, anyway." You slowly sink down, letting your body adjust to his girth, while his hands keep you spread wide open. You shush and coo at him like you're soothing a grumpy kid. In response, he closes his eyes and sighs a deep, masculine sigh of sweet relief. It's actually cute.
"Ohhh," you breathe, wincing through the pain. "That's nice. That's better. There we go... doesn't that feel good?" You open your eyes and gaze at him. "Guess you get my ass tonight."
"If you want me to cum in your ass, fine by me, slut," he says through pleasure-gritted teeth.
Once you've taken him down to his balls, you allow yourself just a moment to acclimate -- and then, as ordered, you bounce. The meaty sound of your butt slapping his lap on every stroke still isn't enough to rouse Will from his comatose slumber. Too bad for him. You ride Auburn like a girl possessed, showing him proudly what a buttslut you are, and he holds your waist to keep you from totally dismounting on the outstroke. His rigid cock has very little bend to it, which makes it feel especially alien and weird plunging in and out of your tender anus. But the vital heat and wetness of it is so nice that it makes your pussy tingle. You frig yourself as you fuck. He stares entranced at the sight.
"Have you ever fucked a girl's pussy before, Auburn?"
He declines to answer, but just keeps staring at how you masturbate.
Your voice is breathy and shows the evidence of your exertion. "I guess you really haven't... I guess that means you're a virgin, huh?" You make a show of the way you stroke your clitty and slip your fingers inside. You pause a couple times to slap yourself, the sudden thwacks to your twat lips deliciously painful and echoing like gunshots. "Like what you see? Like my pussy? So close and yet so far... huh?"
Auburn's head snaps up and he glares at you. Wrapping an arm around your tailbone, he starts to fuck you back. He isn't nice about it. He pounds you out like you're a plastic pocket pussy, and stares you in the eye the whole time. That mean, calculating, selfish, almost dead-eyed gaze that makes you wilt in an instant. Since he couldn't think of a good comeback for your ribbing, this is how he'll get his revenge: by fucking your ass raw until you're literally seeing stars.
You start to swoon a little, but Auburn isn't done with you. As you sway backwards, Auburn follows forwards, and before you know it you're on your back, staring up at the tent's ceiling, with Auburn atop you like a rutting animal. His breathing is erratic and full of deep moaning as he fucks your ass with the full length of his dick.
"Hah... hah..." you pant, reduced to nothing more than a horny breeding bitch yourself.
"Shut up," he grunts, and clasps a hand to your mouth. "I didn't give you permission to speak."
His thrusting gets even faster, until his lower body is a blur. He settles his weight more fully atop you, hand pressing harder to your face. Unable to properly breathe and nearly panicking because of it, you gaze deep into those ruthless eyes as he finds his nut. You mean less than nothing to him -- beyond having a warm hole for him to use -- and if he smothers you until you lose consciousness, he clearly doesn't consider it a problem of his. But at last that steely glare crumbles under the glory of his own male pleasure. His jaw goes slack, his eyelids droop, and he has full-body spasms as his nuts empty themselves inside your body. His staccato "ahh-- ahh-- ooooh--" is both pathetically desperate and cruelly selfish. He cums inside your butt without any regard for what you want. Lucky for you, you approve of it. Getting spermed inside your ass is just what you needed to go all creamy yourself. You squirt, your girlcum squelching out between the union of your bodies.
As easily as Auburn came, he pulls out, his dick still shiny with spunk. He sits back on his sleeping bag, one arm resting on one cocked knee, his other leg splayed. He breathes ragged as he appreciates his pearly semen oozing from your gaped fuckhole. He shines with sweat, yours and his. He's still hard and twitching.
You wipe your sweat-slick hair from your face and roll your eyes back to take a look at Will. He hasn't stopped snoring.
"If you want to fuck him too, you'll have to wake him up," Auburn tells you.
"Do you want me to?"
"I don't fucking care. Do whatever you want." He tilts his head, thinking for a moment, and adds: "but come clean me off first."
You get between his legs and unquestioningly suck his cock that was so recently balls-deep in your ass. He smirks down at you. Pets your hair, parts it with his fingers. The taste of your own ass and Auburn's cum mixed together on his cockshaft is sour, nasty -- unpleasant. That unpleasantness is what makes licking it all up so fucking fun.
"You're a lot nicer to deal with than Amber. I don't have to force you."
You pause to smirk back at him. "Have you been raping my sister?"
"She gives as good as she gets," comes his cryptic reply.
You swallow his cock again. This tongue cleaning becomes a long, slow, luxurious fellatio in its own right. You gently knead his balls with both hands and make a game of gagging yourself on him. How long can you hold your nose to the forest of his pubes before it's too late and you can no longer stop yourself either vomiting or fainting? It's fun to risk it. You heave and sputter against his invading tool, eyes firmly in the back of your skull. He lets you suck as much and as long as you want, but soon it becomes clear to both of you that you won't be through until he's had another orgasm inside you.
That rougher edge of him comes out again when he crests the peak. He holds you tightly and seats his horny dick inside your gullet, groaning in ecstasy as he spunks. It's every bit as thick as the first load was, and some of it winds up coming back out your nose. Your quacklike gagging makes you seep his spunk from both nostrils and both corners of your mouth. Pulling off of him, gasping, a strand of mucusy saliva bridging your lips to his dick, you sniffle back the sperm and wipe it from your face. Then you lick it all up.
"Clean enough?" You ask, voice hoarse.
"For now."
"Good..." You glance over your shoulder. "Pardon me," you say.
He nods.
Crawling over to Will, you don't waste time. You get between his legs and start sucking his cock. Even soft it's thick and meaty, but under your swabbing tongue it starts to thicken to truly cuntbusting proportions. He stirs, but takes several long moments to actually wake. Smacking his lips, tossing and turning his head, his eyes slowly open.
"Au-- Amber...?" He slurs. Then, like lightning struck, he's fully alert: "Wes! Shit. You should have woken me up."
You let his mostly erect cock wetly plap against his hard tummy. "I am waking you up."
"That's, like, a sexual assault, you know. Like. A nonconsent type thing."
"Rape?"
"Yeah. That."
"Do you give a fuck?"
"Well. No. But that only means you got lucky." You start to suck him again. He rises to his butt to enjoy the blowjob. A few moments later you jolt when he suddenly grabs your ass and spreads it open. Tilting his head to one side, he says, "you did get lucky." He glances over at Auburn, who's watching placidly. "Way to share her, dickmunch."
"Am I not sharing?" He asks, a bit offended. "Is this not your definition of sharing?"
"Where's Amb?"
"Never showed," Auburn says.
You let Will's cock slip from your lips again. "Think of me as the consolation prize."
"Shit, Wes. You're a grand prize in my book."
You like Will. You really do.
"Wanna fuck my pussy?" You ask him.
"Hell yeah."
You turn in a half circle, face down, ass up. Will, you know, isn't the type to care about the fact that another boy's spunk is dripping down your cunt lips. He gets up on his knees and plants himself inside you. You let out a delirious groan of pleasure -- that bliss-inducing moment when a cockhead spreads your labia wide and plunges deep... you don't think you'll ever get sick of it.
"Wes... your pussy is so fucking hot..." Will gasps as he fucks you in and out. He's not trying to be cruel, but he presses down on your head with one hand, forcing your face into the nylon of his sleeping bag. There's something so pleasurable about that -- about a guy like Will, who isn't deliberately trying to mistreat you, but manages, in his pleasure, to mistreat you anyway.
Shrugging with the effort of it, you turn your face the other way to look at Auburn. Your hair is thickly matted over your face again, and Will's weight pressing down on your skull is making your vision explode with little pops of light. But indistinct as Auburn is to you like this, you can tell he's watching the scene intently. You grin at him. "Will's nice," you say. "He gets to cum inside my pussy."
"I'm mean," Auburn says, not missing a beat. "I get to cum wherever I want."
Your insides twinge and grip Will's dick like suckling lips. Will grunts with unexpected pleasure. "Fuck, you've got a tight cunt," he pants, voice full of praise.
Auburn crosses the tent. He gets down on hands and knees, puts his cheek to the ground, so his face fills your vision. Whispering, he says, "I liked cumming inside your ass. I think I want to do it again."
"DP?" Will grunts.
Auburn rises to his knees. "Get her up."
Will doesn't ask your permission as he loops his hands under your armpits and rears you back. Auburn must be a bad influence on him. They get you turned around, Will's cock still embedded deep up your pussy, and in an instant you're pinned between the two boys.
"Hold on," you pant. "I've never been--"
"First time for everything," Auburn says.
You choke on nothing as, for the first time ever, you you get fucked in both holes at once. It more than hurts. It's almost sheer agony, and you're sure they'll break you open. You can feel both your fuckholes being stretched beyond their limits, as Will and Auburn establish a quick, brutal pace inside you. These close quarters make you all perspire. The paradoxical combination of their slippery bodies and the tightness of the way they pin you is enough to drive you wild.
Auburn rests his mouth on your shoulder. He bites you, hard -- and then trails tender kisses up your neck, across the side of your face, all the way to your lips. Though you have to twist your neck awkwardly to kiss him back, you open your mouth to his. Fucker's had practice at this, too. You tongue with him, enjoying the heat of him, the intensity, and he purrs like a contented cat down your neck while he relieves himself in your asshole.
"God, you're gross," he growls. "You're such a gross fucking slut."
"Uh huh," you moan.
"You're a gross fucking slut, and I'll cum inside whichever hole of yours I damn well please."
"Uh huh... uh huh..." you moan. All you can do is nod and brokenly agree with him and kiss him.
He stops, buried to the hilt, maybe sensing that Will is close to popping. Will pulls your face from Auburn's and replaces Auburn's lips with his own. You don't care. You kiss him, too.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunts over and again in your mouth between kisses. And with that you feel the ooey, gooey, wonderfully nasty explosion of a cumming cock, deep inside your womb. What an addictive rush it is. He keeps his cockhead planted in your uterus for those first few spurts, but can't resist pounding you out during the last few. He makes a smelly mess of the sleeping bag below him in doing so -- not that he cares at the moment. With his tongue down your throat, he finishes emptying his fertile cum in your baby room.
They both let you go, and you fall to your back on the ground. You didn't realize it until now, but you could barely breathe during the DP. You gulp down the fresh air, acutely and ashamedly aware of what a fucking mess you've become.
"I still need to cum," Auburn says. "Where do you want it?"
You leer coquettishly back at him. You lift your legs up, and akimbo, and pry your cummy holes apart with the fingers of both hands. "Where do you want to put it?"
"Good girl."
He gets between you, squatting with bowed legs, and fucks his cock deep down into your pussy. Plunging up and down like a butter churn, he stirs up the mess already there, and before long he adds a new mess to it. With gushing splurts and glops, he spunks your cunt to his heart's content. You hold it open for him the whole time and you watch him do it, your ankles on your ears.