Not Your Typical Camping Adventure

"I can't believe we just did that," I laughed, suddenly remembering we were lying naked in the mountains.

"You are pretty good at that," I teased.

"She finally admits it," he grinned.

"You were really amazin'," I added, taking his face in my hands to kiss him tenderly.

"You're always amazing," he replied. Despite his occasional ego flare ups, he was always a gentleman and always tried to boost my confidence in some way.

Afterwards we laid on our stomachs and talked about everything that came to mind while we watched the sun set. Watching the fire ball dip below the edge of the lake, I couldn't help but snap dozens of pictures. That sight was my favorite place to be, especially when I was there with Colton. I talked him into a couple more selfies once we got our clothes back on, and we got a fire going before the sunlight had completely faded. We ended up taking another dip in the lake too.

Before long it was midnight and the moon was our new companion. A hazy fog settled over the lake, making the moon look ominous but still radiant. We huddled together beside the fire not breathing a word; both content just to be with one another.

The deeper the night became, the more the wind picked up. The outfit Colton had chosen for me didn't give me much protection from the breeze, so I was forced to retreat to the tent. Colton stayed by the fire a while longer while I looked through the pictures of our day together. I studied the pictures. They all seemed perfect to me. Each one had the two of us smiling or acting stupid, and they all conveyed to me how happy we were together. I loved him. So much.

"Fire's out," Colton whispered as he slid inside and zipped up the tent. He was only wearing his Wranglers, so I got a full view of his rugged chest and abdomen.

"Have you been workin' out?" I inquired.

"What?" he laughed. "After the day we've had, that's what you ask me?"

I ran my hand across his body. "Yeah. You look— more toned," I sputtered.

"Bad thing?"

"Hell no," I giggled. "I was just curious if you always looked this good or if it was just the lighting from my phone."

"I have been. Gotta be in top shape for this weddin'," he beamed.

"Can you believe in thirty-eight days we're gonna be married?"

"Crazy isn't it?"

"I think it just hit me this week— like— we're gonna be married. Married," I smiled uncontrollably.

"Thirty-eight days and you're mine forever."

"I'm already yours forever," I poked.

"Officially mine forever," he corrected.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you more," he responded with a peck to my forehead. "Oh god. Don't post that anywhere."

"What?" I asked. I followed his gaze down to my phone. The picture was the two of us when we were half way through the trek; right before our pit stop. He was standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me. His head was on my shoulder and he was boasting his crooked grin. I didn't look that great myself, but I couldn't understand why that would dissuade him from having the picture posted on facebook or twitter.

"I look queer. Don't post that anywhere."

"You don't look queer!" I exclaimed. "I think you look sexy."

"Then keep it for your eyes only."

"I'm gonna share it with everyone."

"You'll be sorry," he warned.

"I'll take my chances. I need a new facebook profile pic anyways."

"Don't you put that on facebook Emma. I mean it. Fire will rain down on—"

"You look adorable," I smiled. "I'm definitely keepin' this one."

"Keep it all you want, just don't show no one."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine. Can I at least make it my phone background?"

"People don't see that," he started. "So sure."

"Yay!" I squeaked. I dropped the phone on a pillow and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. He ran his fingers through my hair as the kiss melted into a full on make out. I rubbed my hands across his chest. He walked his hand up my back from my waist to shoulders, and then back down. We kissed for several minutes before we faded off into a sleep we both desperately needed.

...

I awoke with a startle. Voices were whispering outside the tent, and the dawn revealed to me shadows crawling through the escaping darkness. I shook Colton until he roused up. I did my best to alert him without making any noise. He looked at me like I was crazy until a murmur came from the other side of the flimsy material.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. My head jumped to a Criminal Minds episode. My fingers twitched with panic. Colton motioned for me to remain quiet and hold still. I watched the zipper to the tent; fearful it might start to move. A word shattered the silence. This was followed by a man's harsh whisper and a thump.

My eyes locked on the direction of the noise. I slid closer to Colton who protectively wrapped his arm around me. "Relax," he ordered. "It's probably just passerby's. Don't freak out." His words did little to comfort me as I was already in a full blown panic. My body was producing adrenaline faster than I could handle it. The thumping in my head increased. I backed up farther against Colton.

He started to push me off him. "I'll go check for you since you are freakin' out so much." He moved around me and towards the tent zipper.

"Don't go out there!" I shrieked in the quietest and most desperate whisper I could muster. He rolled his eyes at me and unzipped the tent. I huddled myself against the side of the tent and watched him as hard as I could. Every inch the zipper climbed wreaked havoc on my body. I could feel it tensing, fearing the worst. Moments ticked by like hours. My brain couldn't process what was going on anymore. Life felt like a bad dream; a bad dream that never ended. I sat bolt upright when Colton slipped out of the tent. As the flap fluttered back to earth I watched his feet disappear.

The seconds I couldn't see him were the longest of my life. I yearned for him to poke his head back in, but he didn't. I heard a stick cracking behind me and my heart sank. My eyes froze on the flapping piece of tent. Colton's voice rang out over the morning cricket chirp, "Can I help you?"

Two distinct laughs came from off to my left. One was an average male's voice tone, and the other was as deep as the Mariana Trench. "You can't," the deep one answered.

"Never hurts to ask. Have a nice—"

"What ya got in the tent?" the normal one inquired.

"Somethin' sweet?" Trench guy questioned.

"Got a couple marshmallows, but I ain't about sharin'," Colton responded.

"This fag. Thinks we want his marshmallows," the deep voice muttered.

"I was thinkin' more about that fine thing ya got tucked in there," the other one suggested. "She's pretty hot."

"Fuck yeah," the deep voice groaned.

"If y'all will just be on your way, we won't have a problem. But if you think I'm gonna let you anywhere near her then you got another thing comin'."

"Wook how protective the wittle guy is getting," the average man teased. "Awwhh. I think someone woves his fuck buddy."

"I love her a lot," Colton admitted. "And that's why you aren't gonna touch her."

"That's what you think," the low voice chided.

"Beat it," Colton ordered. I couldn't handle sitting in the tent any longer. I slipped out and stumbled to Colton's side. I rested my hands on his shoulder which alerted him to my presence. "Babe, get back in the tent. These fellas were just leavin'. Right guys?"

"That's what you think," the average voice laughed. He was a short man, looking to only be around five foot seven or so. I couldn't make out distinct features because it was barely morning, but I could tell his hair was as black as his sole. Dog tags glistened around his neck, and a class ring shimmered on his right hand. He couldn't have weighed more than 145. "Hey sweet thang." I shifted awkwardly at his comment, but I didn't respond.

"I can see why you're so protective," the taller man mocked. "That's one hot piece of ass." He was standing at an angle that gave me a better view of his characteristics. He was taller than Colton, probably by five or six inches; making him around six foot seven. His hands, however, seemed out of proportion to his body as they couldn't have been much bigger than mine. He was jacked. He looked like someone who'd just won a Dwayne Johnson lookalike contest. His nose was blocky and widespread, taking up the majority of his face.

"Gonna have some fun poundin' that ass," the skinny one remarked.

"You won't touch her."

"I'm a reasonable guy," the tall one bartered. "Tell you what. If you let us have her, I won't make you watch."

"Generous," the other one snickered.

"Not much of a deal," Colton hissed.

I fought it because I knew it was wrong, but something about the way they were discussing me was starting to make me wet. This wasn't anything like the anticipation Colton induced me with, but it was still happening. I slid my hands from his shoulders to around his waist. I slipped underneath his arm, which he protectively wrapped around me.

"Wook how cute that is," short boy taunted.

"Think that'll stop me from takin' her?" the deep voice snarled. "My offer doesn't stand for much longer. Do you accept or not?"

"I'm not gonna let you have her," Colton snapped. "I won't do it."

"Sounds like he's made up his mind," the skinny man said as he disappeared behind the tent.

I wanted to keep my eye on him, but the beast talking distracted me. "Listen. I really don't wanna have to do this to you in front of your girl. You send her off with him," he offered, flicking his block head towards the short boy who was now behind us, "and I'll pummel your ass just the two of us."

I looked back at the man who was inching his way towards us. He looked like a cat about to pounce. Colton squeezed me tight. "Forgive me," he whispered in my ear. He let go of me in an instant and turned to punch the short man square in the nose. The man doubled over, desperately grabbing at his bleeding member. "Run!"

I turned to run, but was snatched by the large mammal. I felt cold metal against my neck and I stopped fighting him. "Hate to bring a knife to a fist fight," he started, "but you just put a hurtin' on my boy. We gotta find some way to make that even..." The metal pressed closer and closer into my sweating neck.

Colton dropped to his knees and put his hands in the air. "Alright, alright. It won't— don't— not her," he sputtered. He was barely able to spit the words out over his nervous stutter. "Don't hurt her."

The man kept pressing the knife farther and farther into my throat. I felt a trickle of fluid start to run down my neck, but my adrenaline was pumping too fast for me to feel any pain. Colton's face was smeared with devastation.

By now the other man had released his nose and was looking pissed off. He wiped the blood from his face onto his sleeve and kicked Colton hard in the back. Colton fell face first into the sandy dirt, but still looked up at me. I could see nothing but apologies written all over his face. The pressure on my neck relieved when the bleeding man brought a miles worth of rope around the corner. He tied Colton up like a hog and spit at his face. "This is for my nose you cock sucker," he grumbled as he kicked Colton as hard as he could in the ribs.

I felt his pain.

My heart went out to Colton who was coughing in attempt to regain his breath. "Kick a man when's he's tied up," Colton mocked. "Great way to prove—" The bastard kicked him once more in the same place. I thought I could hear a crack this time, and Colton's coughing became far more violent. He started to sound like he was choking.

I was in tears; I couldn't take it any longer. The short man was winding up for another kick when I hollered, "Please stop! I'll handle whatever you can throw at me, but stop hurtin' him! Please!"

"Challenge accepted," the man holding me beamed.

"I'll take her first. Ya know, make sure she can handle a real cock."

The bleeding man laughed. "I'll keep this one entertained." I fought against the man's strong grip as he started pulling me towards the tent.

"Fuckin' coward!" I yelled at the man about to kick Colton again. "Can't even give him a fair chance! God! Pathetic!"

They both laughed at me. "Someone else is a little protective," the abuser joked.

"Cute you care so much," my captor snickered.

"You're both pathetic!" I wailed. "Have to take me one at a time you fuckin' pushovers! Can't even—"

"What did you just say?!" the man holding me asked as he burst into laughter. "You think we both can't take you?"

"Sounds like a challenge to me," the other one smiled. "What ya think man? I'll take her ass, you stretch her pussy?"

"We'll see how her boy toy likes her after that," the deep voice chuckled. He threw me into the tent and they both crawled in. I was relieved I had taken the violence off of Colton, but now I had gotten myself into an even bigger problem. I trembled as the two of them unzipped themselves and slipped out of their jeans and boxers. I forced myself to look up and not at the two cocks that would soon be buried in me.

"What's the matter?" the bloodied one asked. "Can't look at a real man's dick?"

"Look at it!" the tall man bellowed at me. When I didn't comply he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look at his dick. Holy massive. I had thought that since his hands were so small his dick would be too, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I hurt thinking about him pressing his cock into my pussy.

The other man laughed as I fought to keep him from removing my shorts and underwear. Big Cock tore my tank top down the center and off my body. My breasts fell free, and when my underwear was gone I was totally bare in front of them. I squirmed to try and cover myself up, but they only found this amusing.

"So fuckin' hot," the man with dog tags raved as he gave his partner knuckles.

"Dan will be sorry he missed this one," the Dwayne Johnson doppelganger concurred.

They fondled my breasts and my clit. I didn't look to see who was touching what, I just closed my eyes and tried to fight the pleasure I was feeling. I had always thought about what it would be like to be with two guys, but here, in the moment, it scared me. I didn't want them to touch me, but at the same time it electrified me. Their aggressive nature took me back to Ryan and how I used to get off on his bold advances. No. Don't think about that. No.

"I wanna hear her scream when she rides that dick," the abusive one declared.

"Hell yeah," Dwayne agreed.

He rolled over onto the ground, his cock sticking an easy thirteen inches into the air. He rubbed it as the abusive one nudged me towards it. "Get on it," the man who cut me ordered. I was shaking to my core at the thought of doing what he wanted.

"C'mon. Ride him like you rode that fag last night," the other one barked at me. I felt embarrassed they had watched me with Colton, and slowly did as I was told. I positioned myself above the man and put my hands on his chest. He looked up at me with an eagerness that made my skin crawl. I swallowed hard and started easing myself down onto him. A smile spread across his face. It was the same devilish grin the other man was wearing while he watched and jacked himself.

"Fuck yes," the man moaned beneath me. I pulled myself up and lowered myself down a little farther. "You're so fuckin' tight. I love it." I was no more than three quarters of the way down his cock when I couldn't stand the pressure anymore. I let out a moan as I pulled myself up once again.

"I can't—" I panted. "I can't do it." They both laughed at me.

"You're gonna one way or another," the black haired monster roared. "I would stay on up there so you can control it. He gets wild when he's on top."

"What is gonna be?" the man below me questioned.

I let a tear roll down my cheek as I lowered myself onto him. I pushed myself to drop farther than was comfortable for me. I felt a pressure in my stomach as I descended on him. I couldn't help but moan as the sensation was as pleasurable as it was painful. Both of them were getting off on watching me, and it made me feel incredibly awkward.

I tried my hardest to push myself farther and farther down the man's shaft. Each time I lowered myself onto him he released a carnal growl that really turned me on. I fought it as best I could, but their moans and this feeling was pushing me towards an orgasm. My rhythm sped up.

The faster I rode him, the farther down I found myself. On one drop I felt his ball sack against my ass cheeks. My pussy was on fire at this point. I paused here to take a deep breath and listen to their cackles. They were poking fun at my face, telling me how hot I looked, and the solo man was still rubbing himself. I felt a sense of pride as I rested atop the man's penis. I couldn't have imagined I would be able to fit it, and yet, here I was.

"Don't let the show stop there!" the average man hollered. "Finish him off!"

I lifted myself all the way off of him. His cock was oozing precum. I took a breath before I let myself fall back on his thick meat. He let out a deep groan as I started dropping all the way down and rising all the way back up. The feeling was getting me off too. I felt the orgasm swelling bigger and bigger.

"Fuuuck," I moaned as he grabbed my breasts. I closed my eyes and rode out the orgasm. My juices leaked all over his cock, and I collapsed on top of him. His well built chest made a good pillow as I desperately tried to catch my breath.

"Damn," he whispered.

"Round two," his buddy said excitedly. He pulled me off the man who's cock was still fully erect. I couldn't understand how he hadn't blown his load into me; that was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, and he looked like he could keep on going.

I rolled onto my back to prepare myself for his friend. However, his friend was quick to inform me, "Nu uh. I'm an ass man. Roll over."

Nervous sweats took over my body. I had only did this once, and I'd never had an actual dick in me. Only fingers. The man slapped my ass a few times and crudely commented, "Love the way your ass jiggles." He struck it again, this time harder. I felt liquid oozing from me and running down my thigh. "That's right. You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you baby?" He hit my ass again and I let a soft moan loose.

He ran his fingers over my gaping twat and rubbed the juices around my asshole. Not satisfied enough with this, he spit on it too. Without any warning he dipped two fingers into me. There was a slight pressure, but it was quickly replaced with incredible pleasure. I moaned into the pillow as he pressed two more fingers into me. I felt myself being stretched, but was too high on the pleasure to care.

"She's ready," the other man urged. "Put it in her."

The man crawled up next to my ear. "Thank your boyfriend for this one." His hot breath sent shivers down my spine, but heated my asshole. He plunged all of his cock into me, forcing me to let out a scream. There was no amount of pleasure to cover this pain. It was pain and solely pain. He yanked himself out of me and whispered, "Hope that hurt."

His buddy was laughing hysterically. The man shoved himself back into me, causing me to let out another shriek of pain. He started pounding me relentlessly. Each time he pulled out I could feel him trying to slam into me even harder. I cried out in a wash of pain. My vision started to go fuzzy. I started seeing stars. I tried to focus on anything but the pain, but couldn't. His thrusts hurt more and more each time.

"Next time he's with you, remind him of this," the man breathed. "Make sure he knows how much he hurt you." His rhythm sped to an unimaginable speed. I fought hard to find a feeling other than pain.

Eventually I began to feel something different. It wasn't the ripping of my virgin ass flesh, but rather. It was something enjoyable; something desirable. A burning pleasure, one might call it. I couldn't believe I was enjoying this, but I started to moan as another orgasm welled within me. "That's right," he growled. "Show me how much you like it. Cum for me."