A Night at the Campsite :

A Night at the Campsite


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Three women and four men went to a famous campsite.
During the day, we swam to our heart's content for the first time in a while, and at night we enjoyed the usual BBQ.
I'm not usually a big drinker, but that day I got carried away and drank too much.
My best friend, Emily, whispered in my ear, "John is really handsome, isn't he?"
John had been paying a lot of attention to me since the daytime, and I thought he was nice too.
Before I knew it, Emily had changed seats, and I was sandwiched between John and Michael.
Michael was a very funny person and made me laugh a lot, and he kept offering me drinks.
I was happily drunk.
But what bothered me was that John kept holding my waist, and Michael's hand was touching my thigh under the table.
Soon, Michael's hand started to slip inside my shorts.
I resisted a little, but he didn't care and went inside my panties.
While being touched, I looked to John for help.
John smiled and held my waist tightly.
"Notice!" I leaned back against John.
Then Michael lifted my right leg with his foot and spread it.
On the other side of the table, they were excitedly talking about fireworks, and Emily asked, "May, are you okay? Can you do fireworks?"
Michael answered for me, "May is drunk, so I'll stay with her."
John also said, "I'll stay with May too," and Emily said, "May, you're so popular."
When everyone left, John spread my left leg, and Michael started touching my clitoris.
Before I could resist their intentions, John kissed me.
He poured saliva into my mouth, put his hand inside my tank top, and roughly fondled my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
When Michael's fingers started making lewd sounds, I gave up and let them do as they pleased.
"Let's go to the tent," John carried me to the tent set up for the men.
In no time, I was completely naked, my legs spread wide by Michael, who licked and played with my exposed parts, while John made me take him in my mouth.
Michael slowly inserted his hard member, and after that, they made me climax multiple times, releasing into my anus repeatedly.
After being attacked in various positions by John and Michael, and being ejaculated into my mouth and anus multiple times, I was exhausted when the other two entered the tent.
I was just receiving John's third or fourth load in my anus from behind.
"You guys switch," said Michael's college friend, David.
"What about the other two?" asked Michael.
"When they came back from the fireworks, they were having fun in the other tent, but Yoko only let me kiss her, and Emily said she absolutely didn't want to do it here.
They kicked me out saying they were going to sleep.
" said Steve, taking off his clothes.
Then, after wiping my messy parts with a tissue, he entered me in the missionary position.
He started thrusting vigorously, hitting deep inside me.
Being sensitive, I couldn't stop my hips from moving, and I climaxed along with him.
He released a large amount deep inside me.
"It's bad to finish inside," said John, who had grown hard again, making me hold him.
David pushed Steve away and positioned the largest member among the four.
"Please forgive me," I said, crying, and Michael patted my head, saying, "May, you're a good girl. Let's have fun again."
David lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, thrusting in all at once.
At that moment, I noticed Michael taking pictures with his phone, but I couldn't stop him, and I was lost in the rhythm of David's thrusts, feeling so good that I lost consciousness.
I don't remember much after that, but I was continuously violated until it got bright, and in the morning, Michael washed me clean in the shower.
It was awkward with Emily and the others, but the boys acted as if nothing had happened.
Since then, I've been getting emails and calls every day, being summoned by one of them, but it's always one-on-one.
I'm kind of hoping for everyone together again.



Specializes in intimate, evocative storytelling. Finds joy in nature walks and stargazing. Lives in a minimalist countryside retreat, where simplicity fuels creativity.

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