The Camp Slut- Night 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

Night 2

I woke up alone to the smell of coffee brewing. Just as well, because it meant rolling my lazy ass out of the blankets instead of using the Slut to try and work down my morning wood. As I stepped out of the tent, I saw the guys were hard at work taking care of their own. Someone had laid their sleeping mat down- probably Mike, since he was on his back at the bottom of the pile. Slut was straddling him as he tried to match pace fucking her cunt with Steve’s pounding her ass from behind. Mike was manhandling her tits, as much, I think, to keep from getting beat up as to enjoy sucking on her nipples. Meanwhile, Tim was kneeling in front of her, letting the force of the other two shove her into swallowing his cock. I think Mike might have had additional reasons for being where he was, but I figured I needed caffiene before I tackled that thought process.

I went to the tree line and marked a few trees around the camp in case any of the local wild life decided to take an interest in us. Feeling much relieved, I went to the fire and poured myself a cup of coffee. I stood sipping it for a few moments, watching the foursome, before going to retrieve my phone from the truck. No missed calls, still good signal. Good. I turned the camera and started videoing the morning entertainment, making sure to get good close up shots of all the cock working in and out of the slut’s holes. I sat down, enjoying the slurping, squelching, gurgling, moaning, and grunting symphony playing out.

I saw Tim’s body stiffen, his ass cheeks flexing as his hips bucked against her face, and I made sure to aim the camera to catch the moment. “He does have a nice ass,” I let myself think idly. When he pulled out, I could see the drool and jizz running down her chin and neck. I smiled wickedly, following the flow of moisture with the camera down her chest, and, coincidentally, the tit that Mike had in his mouth. Tim’s movement caught Mike’s attention, and he looked up from his suckling and kissed slut passionately- which I again made sure to get clear video of. Nice blackmail material, if my suspiscions were correct. Mike bucked hard a couple times during the makeout part, and I figured he just spent his load. Not that he could go anywhere until Steve was done. His continued pounding, added to Mike’s softening, ended up pushing Slut off of the the cock in her pussy, spilling the contents of her cunt down her legs, onto Mike’s crotch, and down onto his mat. I got up and circled the remaining group to fully document the moment. Yes, I’m a perverted, evil bastard.

Steve finally finished, slamming himself to the hilt into her ass with a groan. Slut probably would have screamed, but any sound she might have made would have been muffled by Mike’s mouth still locked to hers. Tim moved his chair next to mine, and we applauded as Steve backed out and got unsteadily to his feet. I stopped recording and set the phone down, laughing at Steve’s flipping us the finger. Before he walked away, however, he stood over Slut and started pissing on her back. Mike, still trapped underneath her, started cursing, trying to hide as much as possible under the girl. Slut was still, blushing at being used that way, but accepting it. Once Steve had emptied his bladder, he grabbed a beer and sat down with a contented sigh.

“Hell of a way to start a day,” he said, then took a long pull from his beer.

“That it is,” I replied. “Hey, you two. Go wash up. Some of us don’t want Tim’s cock drippings in our breakfast, and I won’t want to smell rancid piss from your tent all week.” Slut giggled, getting to her feet with a soft, “Yes, Master,” and helped Mike get up and gather his mat. They walked off toward the stream, talking quietly.

“I hope you don’t mind us using her, Dave.” I looked over at Tim curiously.

“Why would I care? She’s here to be used. I told you guys that.” I looked back and forth between them.

The glanced at each other before Steve answered. “Yeah, but she told us you’d claimed her as your own yesterday.”

“She said I did what? When? How… ?” I sputtered, my mind racing.

Tim shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “We were talking this morning before you got up. Mike asked if it would be alright for us to burn off our hard-ons on her. The conversation moved around until she ended up telling us everything that happened yesterday, including you’re saying that she’s yours, that we can use her anyway we want, and that you want to finish the week with her pregnant, if we can manage it.”

I paused bringing my cup to my lips, sipping slowly to give myself time to think.