Campfire Confessional

A Cyber Monday peek behind the velvet curtain.

Chapter 1

Harper Thompson gripped the steering wheel of her beat-up Jeep Wrangler, the mountain road twisting ahead. The late-summer sun slanted through the pines, painting gold stripes that flickered across the dashboard. Her stomach was a knot of nerves and excitement.

Eight years since high school graduation. Eight years since these guys had been her entire world. They had been a loud, protective pack who’d made her senior year feel like the center of the universe. They had rescued her, in a way.

During her senior year, her boyfriend Chad had cheated on her with her best friend Melissa. Harper had been inconsolable, hadn’t wanted to leave her bed for weeks. She had lost it all – or so she thought – during what was supposed to be the best time of her life. Surprisingly, it was Chad’s own friends who came to her rescue, pulling her out of the darkness, taking her to parties, movies, late-night diner runs. They showed her there was life after betrayal. They’d immediately disowned Chad, kicked him to the curb without a second thought. She realized that the times she spent with those boys had been the best times of her life. Chad later cheated on Melissa too, knocked up some freshman, and disappeared into the loser hall of fame.

Harper had felt vindicated. Karma was a bitch.

After graduation, they scattered to different colleges and lived completely different lives, but stayed in touch the lazy way. They had group chats full of memes, drunk voice notes, and the occasional “we should really do a reunion.” Over the years, everyone had gotten married except Harper…and Victor, of course. Victor was still Victor. He was too busy collecting broken hearts to ever hand over his own.

Lately, Harper had been restless again, fresh off another breakup that felt more like relief than heartbreak. She was the one who finally made the reunion happen. She had booked the site, sent the invites, and wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. The day had now arrived: a long weekend in the mountains, no spouses, no kids, no excuses. Just the six of them, just like old times: tents, whiskey, lots of teasing and laughter, and whatever was left of who they used to be.

She crested the final ridge and spotted the clearing below. Harper saw four trucks already parked and five familiar figures moving around as though they’d never left each other’s orbit.

Her heart did a stupid little flip.

Victor Lang spotted her first and let out a whoop that echoed off the trees. Shirtless, tan, and grinning like the handsome devil who’d never grown up. David Brooks, Zach Malone, Ian Fletcher, and Alex Reed all turned, beers in hand, smiles breaking wide.

“Hello, boys!” Harper yelled out as she hopped out of her Jeep. She hugged each of them in succession, falling into their arms as she had done so many times before. Victor shoved a cold beer in her hand as they all got reacquainted and fell into their old routine of teasing one another. Harper thought how strange it was to have the old pack back together after so long, but it felt as though no time had passed at all.

They began setting up camp in the easy rhythm of people who’d done this a hundred times.

Harper unrolled her tent bag and froze. The rain fly was shredded. A long, jagged tear reached from seam to seam, like it had lost a fight with a bear. “Shit,” she muttered.

Victor appeared beside her, another beer in hand, grin wicked. “Shit. That’s some bad luck, there, Harp.”

“Yeah,” she replied. I don’t know what happened here,” she added, upset with herself for not checking her equipment while packing.

“You’re more than welcome to crash with me, gorgeous. I’ll keep you warm,” he offered, a flirtatious grin playing on his lips.

She snorted. “Yeah, right. You’d probably molest me before the fire died.”

The others howled.

Alex spoke up from where he was staking his own tent, voice low and steady. “You can sleep in mine, Harp. It’s the big one. Plenty of room.”

The laughter quieted. Everyone looked at Alex, then at Harper.

She hesitated. Alex had always been the one she trusted most, the quiet one who listened, who noticed when she was hurting before she said a word. In high school, she’d had a ridiculous, secret crush on him that lasted all of senior year. He’d grown into it, and then some. At 26, he was broad-shouldered and successful, running his own company, married to a woman Harper had never met but who looked perfect in the Christmas-card photos he posted on social media.

He was safe. He was married. He was Alex. Her heart gave a traitorous flutter anyway.

“You sure?” she asked.

He met her eyes gently. “I’m happily married, Harper. Large tent. I won’t touch you.”

The others catcalled again, but quieter this time. She felt the weight of his gaze.

She swallowed. “Okay. Thanks.”

She’d always trusted Alex Reed, but some part of her, the part that remembered stolen glances in the school parking lot, the way he’d once carried her books without being asked, wasn’t sure she wanted him to keep that promise at all.

Chapter 2

The sun bled out behind the ridge in streaks of fiery reds, oranges, and yellows, leaving the clearing bathed in that soft, dangerous twilight that makes everything feel possible. The guys had built a fire that roared like it had something to prove, flames licking high enough to throw sparks into the indigo sky.

Harper sat on a log between Victor and Ian, knees drawn up, whiskey burning a warm path down her throat. The bottle had made three full circles already, and the stories had gone from nostalgic to filthy in record time.

Victor was mid-rant about the time he’d fucked a girl in the backseat of his dad’s pickup during a thunderstorm, rain drumming on the roof while she screamed his name loud enough to drown out the thunder. Everyone was laughing, half-drunk, half-horny, the way guys get when the night turns honest.

Then Zach leaned forward, elbows on his knees, firelight carving shadows across his face. “Fuck stories. Victor is probably the only one with any good ones, anyway. What I really want to know is what kinks and fantasies everyone has. No judgment. We’re all friends here.”

Harper let out a laugh. “Really, Zach? Everyone here is married except for me and Victor.”

Victor immediately gave her his best bedroom eyes and slid his hand onto her bare knee. “You fucking wish,” Harper said, smacking it away as the rest of the group hollered with laughter.

Once the noise died down, David grinned slowly. “Fuck it. I’m in.” Harper shot him the side-eye. “What?” David asked innocently. “Married sex life can be a bit dull. It’s fun to at least fantasize, am I right?” He looked around the circle for backup.

Alex spoke up, voice low and steady. “I agree. No harm in just talking about it.”

Harper groaned. She needed more convincing.

“Come on, Harp,” Alex said, the old nickname rolling off his tongue like it had never left. “We can even make a game out of it.”

“A game?” she asked, sarcasm thick.

“Yeah, a game,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “Drinking game. Someone names a kink or fantasy. If you have it too, you drink.”

Harper sighed. “How does that make this any better?”

“It’s just something fun to do with old friends,” David added. “Nothing serious.”

She rolled her eyes, but the whiskey was warm in her veins, the night was beautiful, and these were her guys. “Fine. But you’re all making me breakfast tomorrow when I hate myself.”

“Planning on divulging a lot of kinks, are we?” Alex teased, his eyes lingering on her a second too long.

She laughed a bit nervously. “No,” she said, trying to come up with something plausible. “I just figure I’ll have to drink quite a bit to tell you numbnuts my deepest desires,” she added.

They cheered and poured fresh shots.

Victor went first, of course. He leaned forward, firelight dancing in his eyes. “Alright, hear me out.” He paused before finally blurting out, “I want to watch. I want to sit in a dark corner, stroking, while some other guy wrecks the girl I’m with. I want to see her lose her mind on another cock, hearing another guy empty his balls inside her. Then I want to fuck her using his cum as lube, reclaim her, fill her up again. I want him to watch me do it.”

“Damn, dude. That’s some freaky shit,” Ian said, as though being judgmental, before he sneakily took his shot.

Everyone cracked up.

“Hey, we said no judgment!” Victor yelled, playing along. As if on cue, David, Ian, Zach, and Alex all drank. Victor and Ian both shouted “Damn!” in unison, stunned that every single one of them shared the same filthy fantasy.

Everyone looked over at Harper, who hesitated, cheeks burning, before tipping her shot back too.

The group lost it, bursting into a cacophony of hoots and whistles. Victor slapped his thigh so hard it echoed.

David wiped his mouth, grinning. “Alright. My turn,” he said, pausing before he spilled his own kink. “I love anal.” Everyone one groaned.

“That’s not really a kink, Dave-O,” exclaimed Victor. “That’s some small-time shit.” The others agreed.

David pressed his lips together until the backlash died down. “You didn’t let me finish, asshole,” he said, adding, “That first push when I’m hard as a brick, and she’s tight as fuck. That moment when she realizes she’s going to take it, whether she’s ready or not. The way her body fights at first, and then just…opens. I want her to squirm a little, push me away because it hurts, then surrender completely when she feels my dick spreading her open.”

“Yeah, that’s a good one,” admitted Ian.

Everyone’s eyes flickered around, waiting for someone else to drink first. When no one did, all the guys tipped one back together. Again, Harper hesitated as her thighs pressed together involuntarily, all eyes on her. She finally drank. The guys grinned mischievously as they watched her take her shot.

Zach went next, licking whiskey off his lips. “Okay, here’s mine. Choking. Hand around her throat, feeling her pulse go wild while I’m balls deep. Watching her eyes flutter when she comes, knowing one squeeze and she’s completely mine.”

Shots all around. Harper included.

Ian stared into the fire. “Breeding. No condom, no pulling out. Filling her so full she leaks me for days. Want to fuck a baby into her just to watch her belly swell, knowing it’s mine. Want to fuck her again when she’s round and pregnant and that pussy is even tighter, wetter.”

Dead silence for a beat.

Then every single man drank.

Harper’s hand shook, causing her to grasp her shot glass even tighter. She’d never told a soul, but the thought of being claimed like that, used, filled, owned, had starred in more fantasies than she could count.

She drank.

“Fuck yeah,” said Ian.

“Really, Harper?” asked Alex. “You want to be bred?”

Harper cleared her throat before answering. “Well, not really. I like the idea of being bred without the consequences. I want to hear a man tell me he wants to fuck a baby into me, but without actually getting pregnant. The whole thing seems…primal.”

Sounds of agreement echoed around her.

“Damn,” said Alex, shaking his head in disbelief. All eyes swung to him, curious about what he had to add. “This has been a pretty eye-opening night,” he added. Alex laughed nervously before glancing over at Harper.

Alex drug his eyes away from Harper and stared into the fire before him, motionless, firelight carving sharp shadows across his face. He held the same quiet intensity he’d had since high school. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, deliberate, like he was confessing a mortal sin.

“Gangbang,” he said. “One girl. All of us. Passing her around, using every hole, hearing her beg for more even when she’s too full to take it. Watching her get absolutely wrecked and still wanting the next cock.”

The fire popped. No one laughed.

Victor let out a low, filthy whistle. “Goddamn, Reed.”

No one drank.

He had said the quiet thing out loud. Now, every man around that fire was thinking it. Slowly, Harper raised her shot glass to her lips and knocked it back. The men all exploded with cries of disbelief.

“Really, Harper?” asked Ian, taking his own shot once she looked over at him. Harper grinned. “Really.”

Victor had to know more. “So would you want to be the girl in the center of attention, or would you want to be part of the group fucking her?”

Harper gave a shy little grin. “I don’t know. I think I’d like to be the one being fucked. I mean, I guess I’d like just participating, too, but I think I’d like to be devoured like that, my body worshiped, satisfying the needs of so many men.”

Silence. Then everyone else took their own shots.

“Fuck, this is getting really juicy,” said Victor. “Alright, last round. It’s Harper’s turn,” he added as he stood to pour another round of shots. “What’s on our sexy Harper’s mind? What kind of dark secrets has she been keeping from us, huh?” He looked down at her as he tipped the bottle into her glass.

Complete silence fell over the group as they waited for Harper to divulge her deepest desires.

She laughed, shaky, trying to play it off. “Pass. You animals are enough to scare any girl away.”

They booed and teased her, pressing her to speak up. “Come on, Harp, we all spilled!”

She shook her head. This night had gotten out of hand. She had never told anyone what she really wanted. She didn’t want to be seen as weird or crazy.

She sighed. “No judgment?” she asked, looking around at everyone.

Their faces showed no signs of judgment. “Harper,” said Ian. “You’ve heard ours. We need to hear yours.” Everyone was leaning forward, waiting to hear what she had to say.

“Okay,” she said, thinking of how she wanted to say it. It would be the first time she’s ever said it out loud. She could feel her face and neck growing hotter with embarrassment.

“I want to wake up already full of cock, already being used. I want to be used like a sex toy.”

Alex’s eyes bored into hers across the flames. “What the fuck?” he asked, as though his heart was broken.

“Hey! We said no judgment!” replied Harper, a pang of embarrassment hitting her right in the chest.

“I’m not judging, Harp,” responded Alex. “I just…has someone hurt you?” Harper could tell he was breathing deep and fast. He was working himself up over nothing.

“No, no. Nothing like that at all. It would be completely consensual. No one has ever hurt me,” she added.

Alex didn’t seem convinced. Victor piped up, saving the day. “Oh! It’s like that consensual non-consent stuff, right? Like you give consent but then later act like you’re surprised by it.”

“Yes!” said Harper. “I want a man who will take what he wants, when he wants it. I want to be used. I’ve never done it before. I just think it would be exciting.” Her clit was pounding just thinking about it. She had come so many times dreaming of that exact scenario. “I’ve watched some porn with it, and it really gets me going.” She grinned with embarrassment and refused to look anyone in the eye, staring into the fire like it was the only thing to hold onto.

The men all looked at one another silently, and then back to Harper. She finally had the courage to face them. As she looked up, all of them finally took a shot. Harper’s heart fluttered in her chest as they all stared at her, their gaze slightly dangerous. She was in deep, now.

“Damn, this got serious all of a sudden!” called out Victor.

They sat in silence for a moment. Harper noticed Ian fondling his bulge as he stared at her, not even attempting to hide his arousal.

“Alright, I think I’ve admitted too much, guys,” said Harper, standing up. The whiskey really hit her when she stood. “I’ve gotta pee, then I’m going to bed.”

“Need some company?” asked Victor, his hand now tracing the outline of his erection in his pants.

“I think I’ve got it,” replied Harper, making her way to the camp bathroom.

Chapter 3

“What are you doing, Harper?” she asked herself as she stared into the mirror in the bathroom. She knew she had drunk too much, revealed way too much.

She splashed her face with cold water before walking out and heading back to the campsite, attempting to pull herself together.

Harper’s legs were a bit unsteady as she walked. She would just go straight to bed. “Night, guys,” she said, passing by them before ducking into Alex’s tent.

She stripped and pulled on a thin tank top, wearing nothing else besides cotton panties. She would just wait until Alex left the tent in the morning to change, she thought as she slid into her sleeping bag. She lay there in the dark on her side, heart hammering so hard she was sure the whole campground could hear it. She took deep breaths and closed her eyes. The guys were still out by the fire, their conversation low and indecipherable. Their deep voices slowly lulled her to sleep.

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Sometime later, Alex came in, waking Harper as the tent zipped open and shut. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but she had at least slept off some of the whiskey. She didn’t want to face Alex, so she kept her eyes closed. He didn’t have to know she was awake.

She heard him undress, the soft thud of boots, the rustle of jeans, the metallic rasp of his zipper. She heard a clicking sound, and suddenly, the dark brightened through her eyelids. He must have turned on a lantern. Wasn’t he going to sleep?

The sleeping bag next to hers unzipped. The air mattress dipped as he lay down slowly, close enough that she could feel the heat rolling off him in waves.

Still, she pretended to sleep.

Every breath felt too loud. Every shift of his body sounded like thunder. She waited, thighs pressed together, clit swollen and aching as her mind reached back to the confessions, the way his eyes had reached down into her soul across the fire.

Alex didn’t move for a long time. When was he going to turn out that light?

She could hear his breathing. It was shallow and controlled, but it was getting rougher the longer he lay there. She felt the moment he lost the fight: the soft rustle of his sleeping bag, the faint groan of the air mattress as he turned toward her.

His hand found its way into her sleeping bag, resting on her hip first, light, tentative.

When she didn’t flinch, his palm slid under the hem of her tank, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine. He ran his finger just underneath the waistband of her panties. He moved slowly, reverently.

He tugged her sleeping bag down slowly, inch by inch, until cool air kissed her thighs. Then his fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and eased them down, careful, silent. The fabric caught on her hips; he paused, waiting for any sign of protest.

She gave none.

He peeled the tank up next, exposing her breasts to the night air. Her nipples tightened instantly. His breath was ragged. He sounded hungry, needy.

She felt the mattress dip as he leaned over her, felt the heat of him, the faint tremor in his hands as he cupped her breast, thumbs circling her nipple until she had to bite the inside of her cheek to stay quiet.

He shifted again. The unmistakable sound of his hand slipping into the waistband of his boxers. She felt the air mattress moving. She could picture his fist wrapping around his ready cock, using slow strokes.

He was jacking off behind her, inches away, fighting himself.

She heard him whisper, strained: “Fuck…Harper…”

The blunt head of his cock brushed her slick folds, coating himself in her. He groaned, low and tortured, hips jerking like he couldn’t help it.

He pressed forward.

The stretch was slow, exquisite. He fed himself into her inch by inch, bare, thick, throbbing. She felt every ridge, every pulse, her body opening for him even as she kept her breathing steady, eyes closed, pretending.

When he bottomed out, he stilled, groaning, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to her shoulder blade. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, his cock twitching with need inside her. He held it there, his hand on her hip, as if savoring how she enveloped him, fighting not to move.

The fullness inside her, along with the lack of any motion, was excruciating. She needed it so badly. She needed to encourage him in some way. Let him know it was okay. Harper repositioned slightly, as though she were just adjusting herself in her sleep.

His grip on her hip tensed as she moved, his ragged, nervous breaths heavy on her back. When she didn’t move or make another sound, she felt his hand relax. After a few moments, he started to fuck her using slow, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot.

His breathing grew deeper and even more ragged as he slid in and out of her. His hand crept up to her breast and squeezed gently. Harper needed more. A soft moan slipped out, her hips tilting back to meet him.

Alex stopped thrusting immediately, his hand quickly clamping gently over her mouth to keep her quiet.

He could feel her panting against him, his cock heavy inside her. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

His thrusts turned hard, desperate, the sleeping bag rustling, the air mattress groaning under them with every snap of his hips. He stifled her gasps and moans with his hand as he speared her, his cock harder than it had been in years.

The tent zipper slid open. Alex stopped thrusting, but didn’t make a sound. Harper didn’t open her eyes, so she had no clue who was watching. Her mind raced through everything the group had admitted earlier, trying to remember who wanted to watch. Victor. It had been Victor; she was sure of it. He wanted to watch a girl get railed so he could take sloppy seconds, then reclaim her. It had to be him at the entrance to the tent.

Alex finally moved, sliding his other hand underneath her, pressing down into the mattress to grab onto the hip she was lying on, pulling her closer to him. His body caressed hers perfectly, his chest tight against her back as he desperately plunged into her. It was almost as if he were saying, “She’s mine.”

Intense pressure boiled inside her. Alex was scratching an intense itch that she had been ignoring for so long that it had begun to ache. She groaned and pressed back onto him, needing him deeper, harder. The thought of Victor watching was just adding fuel to the fire.

“You like that?” he said in her ear, his voice strained.

“Mmhm,” she managed to get out, though it was muffled by his hand.

“You want me to come inside you, fill you up?” he asked, his voice even more strained.

Harper let out a loud “Yes!” but his hand made it sound like a scream.

“I want him to see you come on my cock. I want to fill you up while he watches,” he said, gravel in his words.

Harper came with a muffled cry against his palm, pussy clenching around him in waves so intense her mind went to another world.

Alex followed seconds later, groaning her name as he spilled deep, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked out around his cock.

They lay there panting, still joined, when the unknown friend finally cleared his throat.

Harper slowly opened her eyes. Victor stepped inside. “Well, well, well,” he whispered, voice thick. “My turn.”

Chapter 4

Harper didn’t move. Couldn’t. She was still reeling from Alex, who was still inside her, softening slowly, his cum warm and thick between her thighs. His hand was still over her mouth, fingers trembling against her lips.

Victor moved in closer. The lantern painted soft, gold light across his bare chest, the hard line of his cock already jutting from his open jeans.

Alex pulled out slowly, reluctantly, the wet sound obscenely loud in the quiet. Harper bit back a whimper at the loss, her pussy clenching around nothing, leaking him down her thigh. She turned onto her back, legs spread, her tank pushed up, revealing her heaving tits, nipples hard and dark.

Victor’s eyes were fixed on the mess between her legs. “Jesus, Reed. You marked her good.”

Alex didn’t answer. He just shifted to the side, hand wrapping around his slick, heavy cock, stroking once, slow, already getting hard again.

Victor knelt between her thighs, pushing them wider. “Been waiting for this since sophomore year, Harp.”

He didn’t ask. He just slid in. He made one long, deliberate thrust that made her back arch off the sleeping bag. She was so full of Alex’s cum that Victor groaned like he’d died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck, she’s sloppy,” he rasped, pulling back until just the head was inside, watching Alex’s cum coat his shaft. “Look at that. Taking my cock while holding another man’s load. Fuck!” he hissed.

He thrust back in hard, setting a brutal pace, the slap of skin loud in the small space. Harper’s hands fisted in the sleeping bag, her hips rolling up to meet him, chasing the friction.

Victor’s hand wrapped in her hair, turning her face toward Alex. “Watch him, baby. Watch him stroke while I fuck you full of me.”

Alex’s fist moved faster, eyes locked on where Victor disappeared into her again and again. His jaws were tense. The sight sent Harper spiraling. She came with a muffled cry, pussy fluttering around Victor’s cock, milking him.

“Fuuuuck,” groaned Victor, hips stuttering. He pulled out just in time to paint her stomach and breasts with thick ropes of cum. Then he scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it back inside her, fucking it deep with two fingers while she trembled.

“Mine now, too,” he whispered, kissing her once, penetrating her mouth with his greedy tongue before pulling away. “Alex can’t have it all,” he added as he stepped away.

David slipped in next, eyes dark. Harper had no idea how long he had been watching. She had been in another world. “My turn for that ass.”

He flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing and bent over her, lying down on her back. Harper’s face pressed to the sleeping bag. Spit-slick fingers circled her tight hole, pressing in slow, stretching her open while she whimpered into the fabric.

“Relax, Harp,” he murmured. “You’re gonna take it so good.”

He withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock in slowly, rock-hard and relentless. Harper yelled out in pain and attempted to crawl away. “You’re going to take this cock, Harper,” he said. “Quit fighting it.” He never let up, just kept pressing into her ass until she was stuffed full. “Fuck, that ass is tight!” he hissed, pressing into her as hard as he could.

She screamed out again, and Victor knelt in front of her face, feeding her his half-hard cock, muffling her screams. “Clean this cum off my dick while you take it in the ass,” he said, forcing his way into her mouth. Harper lapped at him as best as she could from her position, face sideways, pressed into the mattress.

Behind her, David began to move slowly, the burn turning to pleasure as he moved in and out of her. “That’s it, baby girl. Take my fat cock in that tiny ass,” he grumbled in her ear as she slurped on Victor’s dick.

He fucked her ass with long, deep strokes, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit until she was shaking. He was stretching her to her limit. She whimpered with a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You like squeezing my cock with that tight little asshole?” he asked, speeding up his pace. Harper could feel her tight ring pulsing around him, yanking and squeezing in desperate waves, begging for his load.

She let out a long, guttural moan as he hit her G-spot over and over through her ass. The had never felt anything like this before, and it was pushing her to climax. She clenched as came again, harder, the sensations new and overwhelming.

David groaned as her ass clenched, then pulsated as she came. He was buried deep, and her contractions were sucking the life out of him. She could feel him come inside her, dick heaving, his balls emptying into her. He grunted as he slowly pulled his spent cock from her ass with a slick “pop.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said as he slapped her ass cheek before backing away.

Chapter 5

As soon as David backed away, Zach was there, ready and waiting.

He didn’t speak. He just hauled her up by the hips until she was on her knees, chest pressed to the sleeping bag, ass in the air like an offering. He slid into her cum-filled pussy in one brutal thrust. He watched her asshole, pink and slightly swollen from David, clench as he entered her.

The stretch burned beautifully, her body already so full of cum that he glided in with a wet, filthy sound. She felt every inch of him, thick and unforgiving, bottoming out with a jolt that made her toes curl.

One big hand wrapped around her throat from behind, pulling her up with a firm, possessive grip, thumb resting right over her pulse. He pushed down on her back to make it arch, ass as high as it would go.

“Feel that?” he breathed against her ear, fingers tightening just enough to make her gasp, to make the world narrow to the pressure on her throat and the cock splitting her open. “You like my hand on your throat while I fuck this greedy little cunt?”

He started slow with long, punishing drags that ended with a snap of his hips, his balls slapping her swollen clit. Every squeeze of his fingers timed perfectly with a deep thrust, sending lightning through her blood, making her pussy flutter and clutch around him like it was trying to keep him forever.

“You love this, don’t you?” Zach rasped, grip tightening until sparkles danced at the edges of her vision.

She couldn’t answer. Alex had already taken Victor’s place in front of her, cock rigid again (how the fuck was he hard again?), feeding it between her lips and straight to the back of her throat like he owned the real estate. She gagged once, eyes watering, then opened for him, letting him fuck her face in the same rhythm Zach was wrecking her from behind.

The double invasion shattered her.

She came with a scream that vibrated down Alex’s shaft, her pussy ravenous, spasming in tight, wet, greedy pulls that sucked at Zach’s cock like it was starving for his cum. Her whole body locked up, thighs shaking, walls milking him in relentless waves.

Zach lost it with a guttural growl, fingers bruising her throat as he slammed deep and erupted, flooding her with thick, hot pulses. “Take it, baby,” he snarled, grinding hard, forcing every last spurt as deep as it would go, like he wanted it to stay inside her forever. He pulled her up to him, tearing her away from Alex’s cock in her mouth, and growled in her ear, “Take every drop.”

He held her there until he was spent, then pulled out slowly. Harper fell forward onto her arms, ass still in the air. Zach sat back and watched his cum leak out of her ruined hole with a satisfied smirk.

Harper finally collapsed forward, face against the sleeping bag, body trembling, cum dripping. She was wrecked.

And yet, they weren’t done.

Ian was last.

He laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and slid into her missionary-style. His movements were slow, deep, possessive. His hand rested low on her belly, feeling himself inside her.

“Gonna breed you, Harper,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “I’m gonna fill this pussy, this belly. I want you swollen with me.”

Harper had never heard any of these men talk like this before, and it was driving her insane. His hand on her belly made every stroke sensation come alive inside her.

He fucked her like he meant it. His long, grinding strokes hit her cervix every time, his hand pressing down on her belly with his thumb on her clit until she was sobbing with overstimulation. “I’m going to fill that fertile pussy, baby,” he grunted, ready to blow. When he came, he pushed as deep as he could go, groaning as he flooded her, grinding like he was trying to force his cum into her womb. Zach’s hands slid over her body, her tender nipples straining under Victor’s and David’s tongues.

Alex stood and watched, cock in hand, as they all moaned with excitement and desire. He walked around and knelt between her thighs. He looked at her swollen pussy and ass, cum sliding out of her.

He leaned forward, forcing the others to back away, his face centimeters from hers, eyes burning. Belly to belly, Alex pressed into her, into the mess they’d all made, watching her face as he entered her. He began fucking her, slow and deep, lacing his arms underneath her, hands on her ass, pressing her closer to him while the others watched.

Harper’s belly flipped with excitement. This was more than simply fulfilling fantasies. This was something way deeper.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, dipping his head to kiss her like a lover, not a friend. “So fucking perfect.” They kissed deeply as he slid in and out. Harper felt her body flutter around him, drawing him deeper with every tiny, involuntary pulse. Her hands slid down his body, wanting to feel every inch of him, every muscle, every movement, as he took her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She had wanted him for so long.

She squeezed his ass as he thrust into her, pulling him deeper and deeper between her legs. She could feel his cock getting harder, ready to detonate. Harper felt that old, aching itch getting scratched once more, the pulsations hitting her like a tidal wave. He came with her, grunting as her pussy clenched around him, adding to the flood inside her. As she felt their pulsations die down, he whispered, “You’re mine.” Harper’s belly flipped again. Alex didn’t move away. Instead, he stayed inside her, gazing deeply into her eyes before kissing her, devouring her lips.

“Fuck man, that was hot,” said Victor, pumping away at his hard-on. “I need to come again.” That snapped Alex and Harper out of their own little world. They both looked around, as if they had only just realized everyone was still here. The guys were all still stroking their cocks, needing release. Alex pushed up on his arms, his cock still inside her.

“Come on her then. No one gets this pussy again,” said Alex, his voice husky. He watched as the guys surrounded them, spurts of cum hitting her face, her breasts, her belly as they all unloaded, grunting with the pleasure of emptying their balls.

Harper ran her fingers through the cum on her tits, circling her nipples with the slick wetness, panting as she watched Alex, a little smirk on her face. He was acting as though he owned her now, protective.

“FUCK, that was hot!” said Victor again, his spent dick dangling heavy between his thighs.

“Alright, guys, let’s get some sleep,” said Alex, never taking his eyes from Harper as the guys picked up their random clothes and stepped out of the tent, zipping the flap behind them.

Harper lay there in the wreckage. She was covered, filled, and marked in every way, body trembling with aftershocks. Alex was still inside her, reluctant to pull away. He reached over and grabbed a towel, sliding it gently over Harper’s body and face, wiping the cum away.

Satisfied with his cleanup, he finally pulled out of her without saying a word. He reached over to turn off the lantern before pulling her to him as he lay on his side. With her back to his chest, he pressed his semi-rigid cock back between her folds as he wrapped his arm around her, snuggling to her back. His hand slid up and grasped her breast, whispering against her back, “You’re all mine now,” before kissing her ear gently.

Harper lay there in disbelief at what had just happened. She could feel cum leaking out of her onto Alex’s cock, which was finally softening as his breathing grew slower and deeper. She had never felt more satisfied and happier, wrapped in his tight grip as he drifted off to sleep.

The reunion had just begun, and she wasn’t sure she wanted it to end.

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