Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

The sun set while I was walking past the next campsite, which was empty. I was too stoned to freak out and just kept walking and rubbing my clit. I came two more times, falling to the ground with each climax.

I was starting to worry I’d lost the path when I smelled two things. Woodsmoke and cooking meat. My mouth watered. All I’d had all day were pot brownies and cum. Another couple minutes of walking and I heard the sounds of a party.

I walked for a few more minutes and I came to what I figured would be the last campsite for the day. (I realized later that it was, in fact, the last campsite before I’d have doubled back to Matt and his friends.)

It was dark but I could see there were more than a dozen guys laughing and drinking.

There was a table with solo cups on it. I saw four guys tossing something white from one side to the other and back, cheered on by more guys. Two guys were manning a grill and the smell made my stomach grow. Other guys were standing around talking and drinking. Music played loudly.

I stood on the path right at the entrance to the campsite. I wasn’t sure what to do. Everyone previously had noticed me on my own. Fuck it, I was hungry and horny.

I started walking towards the guys at the grill. I was two thirds of the way from the path when the music stopped and I felt a dozen eyes staring at me.

“You okay, cutie?” One of them, a tall guy with glasses asked.

I realized how filthy I was. Cum was leaking from my well-fucked pussy. There were a few dried spatters of it on my chest and back.

I winked at him. “Amazing. At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” I turned to everyone else in the clearing. “Hi! I’m Cassie. My dom told me to get as much dick from every campsite I could.”

I paused, smiling. “I might have gotten a little carried away before I got here.”

There was a laugh and I continued. “Look, I’m stoned and horny and hungry. I haven’t had anything but pot brownies and cum all day. Could I get something to eat and drink before you guys fuck my brains out?”

They paused for a bit. Then one of them called out. “Do you have a tail?”

I gave him a wry smile. “Kind of, there’s a massive toy in my ass, it has a tail.”

More laughter. I guess being naked and high made me charismatic? Well, at least to a bunch of drunk college students.

A bunch of guys eyefucked me as I walked to the grill. They were cooking burgers and hotdogs.

“Can I get something to eat and drink?”

They had me sit down and handed me a bottle of water. I drank it slowly, the world was still spinning like it had been since the pot brownies kicked in.

One of the guys handed me a hotdog, no bun. A sadistic smile was on his face. “If you’re so hungry, let's see you swallow this whole.” He said it loud enough that everyone heard. They stared. I shrugged and decided to give it a shot. I pushed the hotdog into my mouth and into the back of my throat. I swallowed and swallowed and felt it slide down my throat and into my stomach. A whole hotdog in my stomach, it pressed oddly against my insides.

He handed me another one. “Again.” I obediently repeated the process, making a show of it this time. Every eye was on me and I loved it. The pair of whole hotdogs in my stomach made me a bit uncomfortable.

He picked up another one but I stopped him. “I’m 5’1” and don’t even weigh 90 lbs. If I have a third one I won’t have room in me for drinks…” I paused for a second and emphasized the rest of the sentence “or cum.”

He looked like he wanted to argue but someone passed him a clear, rubber hose with a funnel attached to it, he offered it to me. “That’s fine. Want a drink?”

I tilted my head at him, unsure of what he meant.

“It’s a beer bong,” he clarified. “You put one end in your mouth and we pour beer in the funnel. You swallow it all as fast as possible.”

Put it in my mouth and swallow? Fun. I put the tube in my mouth. Then I had a better idea.

I pulled the tube from my mouth and got up. He frowned for a second but I kneeled on the ground, said “Well, let’s have it.” and put the tube back in my mouth.

He poured beer into the funnel and it rushed down the tube. Beer flooded my mouth and I swallowed and swallowed. Some of it leaked from the corners of my mouth.

I pulled the tube from my mouth and said “I want to try again.”

He obliged, but this time, as he poured a second beer into the funnel, I shoved the tube deeper into the mouth and down my throat. That got cheers.

I got the tube deeper than any dick had managed and I felt beer filling my esophagus. I swallowed as best I could and it emptied into my stomach.

I pulled the tube from my mouth and showed them how much I’d taken. That got more cheers.

I saw someone pass him a clear-gray bottle with blue writing on it and said “Try this.”

I put the tube back deep in my throat and he poured clear liquid down the funnel.

I felt it burn a bit as I swallowed it down. Jesus, how much vodka did I just swallow?

I pulled the tube from my mouth a final time and said “Okay, enough drink. Give me some dick.”

Funnel guy stepped forward but another guy stopped him. “Let’s let the president go first.”

He followed it up with a shout. “Hey, Big D!”

A guy who was at least six and a half feet tall walked up to me. Holy fuck, how big was his dick. I was so excited. He looked down at my kneeling body and said “You take it in the ass?”

I confirmed I did, but I warned him the toy that was currently there needed to go back when he was done. I handed him the bottle of lube. He smiled and pulled down his pants revealing the biggest dick I’d ever seen. (Though not the biggest dick I’d see that year. Spoiler alert, give it another month or two.)

Seriously, this thing was huge, long and wide. I realized it was bigger than the toy in my ass.

I bent over and someone pulled the tailplug from my ass. He picked me up and lowered me onto his dick. I felt my ass stretch. Oh. Holy. Fuck.

It felt amazing. Between phantom/echo sensations from the pot and the massive dick impaling me. I came as he finished lowering me. Seriously. I moaned as an orgasm flashed through me and my limbs jerked. The watching guys laughed. “Well, shit, I guess she can take it.”

Profanity spewed from my mouth as he bounced me up and down. “Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Holy shit. Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck. Don’t stop. Yes. Fuck!”

He bounced me up and down on his massive dick and the guys cheered and cheered. After maybe ten minutes he cursed and I felt cum reach deeper inside me than I’d ever felt before. I came again, harder than ever. My limbs thrashed and thrashed.

He pulled out and I collapsed onto the ground. I tried to get up but my arms and legs weren’t working. The alcohol had started kicking in and between it and the pot brownies from four or five hours ago, evidently I’d lost muscle control.

I felt my asshole gaping as it slowly worked itself closed…ish. Someone asked “Uhh, is she okay? Do we still get to fuck her?”

I heard my own voice call out, strong but distant “Oh, fuck yes. Fuck every one of my holes. Be as rough as you want. I want as much cum in and on me as you can manage.”

I heard my voice paused for a second. “Just make sure the toy goes back in when you’re done.”

I tried to get up again and failed, again. “Uhh, my limbs don’t seem to be working. You guys are going to have to do most of the work…..I’ll provide the holes.”

They laughed again. Someone picked me up and put me on the beerpong table face up.

The next couple hours were an absolute blur. I just remember some of the highlights.

The entire time, I had at least one and usually two dicks in me. I came a lot.

Guys who didn’t want to wait their turn jerked themselves off and I felt it splatter on me. Cum got pumped into every hole I had. I remembered begging for more, again and again. They obliged.

The last thing I remembered from that night was Big D looking down on me. I looked up and watched as his dick forced its way into my mouth and then down my throat. His balls slapped against my eyes and forehead. My lips stretched uncomfortably. I could only breathe when he pulled out. He did that for a minute or so before he had everyone back off.

He lifted me up by the hips and bounced me up and down, my mouth impaled on his dick.

The world spun. I was upside-down, my throat squeezing his dick as my body tried to draw breath. I gasped in air whenever I could but I could feel myself fading. He hilted himself in my throat and I felt his dick pulse, shooting cum directly at my stomach.

He left it like that for what felt like an eternity. I felt my arms feebly try to rise, I think to push him off, but they could barely move. I heard the other guys laughing. I couldn’t breathe and I felt my consciousness fading. A few vague emotions flitted through me. I was slightly worried he wouldn’t pull out before I literally choked to death on his dick. I was more concerned I hadn’t gotten another orgasm. (Please note, in the twenty years since, my priorities have remained just as skewed.) My body shuddered and blackness swallowed me like I was swallowing his massive dick.

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Spoiler alert, I lived. (In case you couldn’t tell from me recounting the adventure.)

I woke up on the ground. I was absolutely covered in dried cum. They’d evidently treated me better than Matt and his friends had because I was wrapped in a blanket.

I barely managed to crack one eye open. I was on the ground near where their campfire had been. My throat hurt and my limbs were weak. I pushed myself to my feet, letting the blanket fall to the ground and looked around. It was early in the morning and guys were cooking breakfast on the grill.

They looked at me and I got another round of cheers. I walked over to the grill and they handed me some breakfast sausages and scrambled eggs. I made a mental note to fuck college boys more often just because they brought actual food.

I felt a little relieved that they didn’t make me swallow the sausage whole. I didn’t think my throat could handle it at the moment. I ate my breakfast and they offered me an energy drink.

I took it thankfully and drank it slowly. I realized I was still pretty high which confused me. I’d always heard edibles last like eight hours. Then I reasoned that four edibles might last four times as long. (Which isn’t accurate, but I was shooting in the dark.)

After I’d finished. One of them asked if he could fuck me again. I told him I had to be back to my campsite by 2pm. But it was barely 8am, so I had time. I told him to give me a little bit and I’d be right back.

I managed to get a roll of toilet paper and headed off to the woods. I did my best impression of a bear, lamented at how much cum came out of my ass, and headed back. I was unsteady with every step.

I walked back up to the guys cooking and told them I was hoping to get cleaned up at the river but I needed some help getting downhill.

They definitely help me get clean, but not how I’d expected. Instead of helping me downhill to the river, they decided I deserved a beer shower.

Seriously, they cracked a beer over my head and poured it on me. It was warm beer, which was probably why they were letting it go to waste. I froze for a moment and decided to roll with it. I used the stream of beer to wash the cum off my face and started cleaning the rest of me. It took six beers, one after another but I got most of myself clean, though there was still some dried cum in my hair. The last two beers, I played around a bit, taking some in my mouth. I rubbed myself while beer poured over me to a lot of applause.

By the time I was done, the smell of beer had permeated me. My hair was soaked with it and hung limply on me. I was oddly turned on.

I went over to the guy who’d propositioned me earlier and pulled down his pants. I started sucking his dick before he’d even realized what was happening.

I blew and fucked all the guys there. The soreness in my throat faded after swallowing two or three loads of cum as it coated everything. Big D fucked my ass again, but this time I got dick in my mouth at the same time. Time flew as I gave the college boys an encore of the previous night.

I dozed in the sun and grass. Fresh cum was drying on me and I felt immensely satisfied.

One of the guys woke me up to let me know it was a little past 1pm.

I asked around if anyone wanted to go again, but they were all worn out.

I thanked them for everything and shambled off into the woods.

I followed the path, feeling fulfilled. I smiled, it turned out Big D’s name was Daniel. I’d put my cell number in his phone and texted myself. I told him that maybe we could party again some time.

My legs were weak and my pace was slow. It took me nearly fifty minutes to get back to Matt’s campsite. They were in the final steps of packing up the van. One of his friends spotted me and let Matt know.

They admired my cum-covered body as I walked up to them.

They asked how many dicks I’d taken. I told them more than twenty.

They asked how many loads I’d taken. I told them I didn’t know, between being high, drunk, and occasionally unconscious, I’d lost track but it was definitely at least thirty.

I asked if we were going to leave now since it was 2pm but they said there were a few things left to do.

They had me eat the last three edibles and wash it down with the last quarter bottle of vodka. I guess I was getting fucked up again? I was excited to feel that good again.

They passed me around and fucked me for almost two hours. My limbs were too tired to participate but I gave them as much verbal encouragement as I could, when my mouth wasn’t full.

I couldn’t walk and could barely keep my eyes open. They loaded me into the van.

We drove for twenty or thirty minutes, back to the checkpoint. I heard Matt talk to the park ranger then killed the engine.

The back doors to the van opened and a park ranger looked at me. “Miss, are you alright.”

I looked at him with bleary eyes and slurred. “Fuck yes, I’m alright. Amazing.” I paused for a moment as my face took on a serious expression. “I’d be even better if you came in my mouth.”

He laughed and I reached up and undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I sucked his dick eagerly for maybe five minutes before he unloaded in my mouth and I swallowed greedily.

He stepped away, fixing his pants and I drunkenly called after him “Thank you, cum again!”

He laughed and shut the doors to the van.

We drove the two hours back to Maryland. Matt’s friends were all but spent but I managed to get another load or two from them. I fell asleep for the rest of the ride and woke up when Matt parked the van outside my house. All his friends were gone. He opened the side door and told me to get out. It was early evening but still daylight. I was worried the neighbors would see. I got lucky and no one was around. I shambled my way up the stairs and found the spare key was missing from under the mat.

I stood there, scared and knocked on the door frantically. Matt laughed, walking up next to me. He pulled the key from his pocket and I scrambled in the door, falling over in the process.

I was massively stoned and drunk and exhausted. I wanted to sleep for a week.

Matt picked me up, carried me to my room, and dropped me on the bed. He fucked me for maybe fifteen minutes and we came together. He put his dick in my mouth and I was just conscious enough to suck it clean.

Satisfied, he left.

I was covered in cum, some of which was still drying. More cum leaked from my pussy. The massive tail plug was still keeping my asshole stretched and insides feeling full.

After the weekend I’d had, I was momentarily satisfied and utterly exhausted. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face while the room spun.

To Be Continued...