a sheet of birch bark off the ground. The guys behind me would have had a nice view of the swell of my ass in those itty-bitty shorts. And the guys in front of me? They held their collective breath, waiting to see if my braless breasts might slip out of my halter top.
The sexual tension was palpable, like a thick film on the air. I could taste it, and it danced on my tongue, sweet as chocolate. More, I wanted more, more, more!
I tossed the birch bark on the fire and it went up in a tall blaze. What an amazing spectacle. I wanted to be like that, an instant flame. Touch me and I’m on fire.
The guy with the Celtic tattoo asked me what my name was, and I said, ‘Candy.’
Candy.
I don’t know why I picked that one, except that it suited the way I felt in the moment. In all probability, they suspected it was a fake, or at best a nickname, but by then my head was spinning. Maybe I’d stood up too fast after bending down, or maybe it was the beer, but I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that if I didn’t get fucked by each and every one of these guys, I’d go crazy.
Hey, who knows? Maybe I’d already gone.
Night descended quickly, and I wondered if my cousin was worried now the light was growing dim. Probably not. Our site wasn’t far away, and they could probably hear me through the trees. Maybe they were listening while I told this group of hot young studs that I was a lingerie model.
I’d never told so many lies back to back, and it scared me how easily they came. Crazy as it seemed, I’d have done anything to get those boys inside of me. Just the sight of their bodies in shades of gold and brown had my pussy pulsing against the seam of my cut-offs. Every time I shifted even a little bit, my shorts rode up my crotch, stroking my clit. The wetness defied belief.
And these boys had some of the most incredible bodies I’d ever seen. Their naked chests gleamed with sweat in the early evening heat, and their muscular arms twitched as they clung to their beers. I imagined their hands wrapped not around bottles but around the undoubtedly hard cocks beneath their swimsuits. The very image of those boys pumping their massive erections made my knees buckle.
I didn’t ask them any questions about themselves, like what their names were or where they were from. To be honest, I didn’t care. I just hoped one of them might make a move, but I guess I knew I’d have to do all the work. They were just waiting for it.
When I’d finished my first beer, I took another one and said, ‘Guys, I’m so horny. It really sucks.’ Without another word, I drank up.
The guys looked at me like I was crazy, or like I was trying to get them locked up – which I probably should have expected.
‘Is this a trick?’ the darkest of the six guys asked.
I shook my head, trying to look innocent – but not too innocent. ‘Nah, no tricks. I just need a good fuck. You guys know where I can find one?’
Disbelief.
A few of them laughed in a way that seemed to mean, ‘Is this chick for real?’ I’m sure they had no idea, but the music of their scepticism only egged me on.
The sun was setting fast, but the guys’ faces were clearly visible by the light of the campfire, their hard chests and bare legs painted orange by the flickering flames. Suddenly one of them laughed and then pressed his hand against his lips to stifle the sound. The rest of them were quiet as church mice.
What, did I have to beg for it?
‘Come on, you guys.’ I put on a pout. ‘I really, really want it. Give a dog a bone?’
The same guy who’d laughed before laughed again, and then rose on unsteady feet. ‘Hey, I’m game,’ he said. ‘I’ll give you what I got.’
He wasn’t the hottest of the bunch – paler skin than the rest, and frizzy orange hair – but the firelight tempted me. Stepping over another guy’s feet, I went to the frizzy boy, spurred on by the heat of the fire and the humid warmth hanging on the air.
Where to begin?
The boy who’d called me over wore a snarky sort of grin, which made me want to punch him more than kiss him, so I decided to ignore his face. Instead, I zeroed in on his flat white chest and licked a nipple. It tasted salty, which was no surprise, but I was amazed at how erect his little pink bud grew as I teased it. In no time, his nipple was hard as a pencil eraser, jutting out far enough that I could actually suck it! Hopefully I was making the other guys jealous, but I couldn’t tell if my wicked ways were working through their hush.
So I looked at the next guy in the circle. His brown skin glowed with the heat of the flames, and he looked like he was hypnotised. Winking, I said to him, ‘I really want to touch your friend’s cock. Do you think he’ll let me?’
‘Shit yeah, I’ll let you!’ Just like that the frizzy-haired dude dropped his shorts and his erection sprang up to greet me. ‘You can do whatever you want to it!’
Until that moment, I hadn’t felt bashful in the least. I was play-acting after all, taking on the role of the nympho, the slut, the seductress. It wasn’t until Frizzy dropped his swim trunks that the reality hit me: I’d given myself over to six strangers and there was no turning back. Either I grabbed that dick or I ran away with my tail between my legs.
My heart seized in my chest as I stared at Frizzy’s erection, wondering if his pubes were really that red or if it was just the fire that made them look that way. Not that it mattered. I was just buying time, I realised, negotiating with myself. If I didn’t act soon, the guys would see right through me. They’d know I wasn’t Candy the lingerie model from Huntsville, and I was desperate to keep up the act. Desperate.
Without another moment’s hesitation, I took Frizzy’s nice-sized cock in hand and pumped that solid slab of meat. He groaned as I jerked him off, cupping his big fuzzy balls and squeezing gently. His arousal sparked my aggression, and suddenly I knew I could go ahead with this without fear. I could give myself over to my lust and theirs.
‘Any of you guys got condoms with you?’ I asked so loudly half the campground probably heard.
One guy took off to a tent, nearly tripping over his feet as he watched me stroke his buddy’s cock. He came back with a big box of condoms, which sort of made me wonder what these dudes had planned to do if I hadn’t randomly wandered onto their site.
‘Pass ’em around,’ I said, eyeing the Trojans. ‘And then when you’re done, you can pass me around.’
The guys were auspiciously silent as they suited up, kicked their swim trunks away from the flames and rearranged the camp chairs. Even the eager frizzy-haired boy whose cock I was stroking hadn’t ventured to touch me. Not once. In truth, their hesitancy put me at ease.
I looked at these gorgeous golden, bronze and brown young men standing naked in a circle, and my heartbeat fell into my pussy. I was so damn hot for them I tore out of my halter top and threw down my cut-offs and panties in one swift motion. The night was warm, and the fire baked my skin, but that was nothing compared to the blazing heat of my cunt. I wanted them in there, all of them – now!
‘Hey, what’s the hold-up?’ I met their lustful yet apprehensive gazes all around the circle. ‘What, you want me to do everything? You boys are hard and ready, so let’s go!’
