Camping Trip

"God, Charlie," Cal says from behind the camera.

"Do you like that cock in your mouth?" Zeke asks.

"Do you need your slutty little cunt fucked, Charlie?" Lou says.

Charlie's heart is pounding out of her chest. She rubs her clit harder. Max is grunting and jerking their hips a little now, fucking up into Charlie's face.

"Fuck," Max groans. "Fuck. Fuck."

Charlie stops touching herself, bringing her hands back to massage Max's thigh and grind the base of the strap into Max's clit, making them gasp and grunt. She moans on Max's cock, not able to help it.

"God, you like that?" Parker says, to both of them.

Max grinds and bucks harder into Charlie's face, losing control. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," they whimper as their body goes still and then starts to shake and tremble. Max yells out "Fuck!" and grips Charlie's hair hard. Charlie takes the facefucking, drool dripping down her chin.

As Max comes down, Charlie pulls her mouth off their strap, wiping her face and looking at the camera with wide eyes, still on her knees.

"Did you like sucking that cock, Charlie?" Cal asks from behind the camera.

Charlie nods, looking up at her. Cal slips two fingers into Charlie's mouth, and her eyes flutter closed.

"Such a good cocksucker," Zeke praises.

"Yes, she's a good slut," Parker agrees. "But she acted like a brat today on the hike, and I think she should be punished for it. What do you think, Charlie?"

She opens her eyes, blushing at Parker while Cal pulls her fingers from her mouth.

"I don't think I was that bratty," she lies, blushing harder.

"Oh, the brat denies it," Parker says, amused. "Sounds to me like you really want to get punished tonight."

Charlie feels hot, breathing hard and feeling the throbbing return to her clit. She tries to hide it.

"I don't deserve to get punished," she says, feeling bold, wanting nothing but punishment.

"Zeke, take the phone," Cal says. She retreats to her tent and Charlie stands up, dusting off her knees. Cal comes back with a loop of rope.

"Charlie..." Cal purrs. "It's time for your punishment." She tugs Charlie by the collar of her denim jacket, pulling her over to a tree, one small enough for Charlie to wrap her arms around. Cal takes the rope and skillfully ties Charlie's wrists together. She examines her handiwork and decides it's secure enough, and she tugs down Charlie's jeans and boxer briefs to expose her bare ass to the cold air.

Parker stands behind Charlie and whips his flogger in the air, letting it snap. If they were all wearing leather jackets, it could be a Tom of Finland drawing.

A thrill runs through Charlie. This is exactly what she wants.

"Please --" she starts to say.

The sound hits her ears before the sting of the flogger burns her skin. She cries out, "Oh!"

"Please what?" Parker mocks.

"Fuck," Charlie pants.

"Please fuck you?" Parker mocks. "Now, now, Charlie..." He presses his chest against her back, rubbing her bare ass with the crotch of his jeans. He murmurs in her ear, "That's for later."

It makes her wet.

He pulls away and flogs her tight, bare ass again, pulling a cry from her mouth. He hits her again and again, telling her she was a brat and this is what she deserves.

Her perky, round ass grows pink from the cold, red from the beatings.

Zeke films the scene, and Lou and Max and Cal watch with rapt attention, watching Charlie's ass jiggle and bounce as she gets slapped by the black leather flogger.

Parker digs through Cal's toy bag for another toy to hit Charlie with. He finds a red leather paddle that says "SLUT" in black letters. Perfect, he thinks. He lifts up the paddle to her face to show her his newest toy.

"This is a paddle that says 'SLUT' just like you are. Do you want me to beat your ass with it? Your answers are 'Yes, Sir' and 'No, Sir.'"

Charlie clears her throat and swallows.

"Yes, Sir."

Parker smirks to himself. "Good boy," he whispers in her ear.

He makes her count the spanks this time, telling her to call him Sir every time.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Charlie says, becoming obedient and pliable under the bondage, the domination, his sadistic hands. "One! Sir. Two, Sir. Three, Sir."

He hits her hard. The paddle marks the word "SLUT" into Charlie's ass just like Parker hoped it would.

"Four, Sir!" Charlie calls out.

He hits her again and again, until she's calling out "Ten, Sir!" and "Fifteen, Sir." and "Twenty... Sir..."

He stops there, grasping her round, juicy ass and telling her what a naughty little brat she is, how she deserved all those spanks, but she's such a good boy for taking them all. He checks her color, and she's green.

"What do you want, boy? Do you want more spanks on this dirty ass of yours? Do you want us to fill you up with our cocks, like a dirty slut?" he murmurs deeply in her ear, shooting fire through her body.

"Fuck," Charlie moans. "Yes."

He spanks her with his bare hand and she yelps. "Which one, boy?"

"Fuck me," she begs. The rough bark of the tree rubs against her wrists and face.

"Mmm," Parker hums in Charlie's ear. "Good boy." He slides a finger along her slit, groaning at how wet she is. "Fuck, you little slut," he mutters. "You're so wet for it."

She whimpers.

"You want my cock in your wet little pussy, Charlie? Hmm?" Parker asks, louder for the group to hear.

"Yes, Sir!" she cries.

Parker pulls his black silicone strap-on out of his jeans and grabs the bottle of lube from Cal's toy bag. He lubes up, and Zeke dutifully films it for the camera.

"Are you ready to be fucked, boy?" Parker asks, pressing the tip of his cock against Charlie's wet opening.

"Unh," Charlie moans, trying to fuck her hips backwards onto Parker's strap. "Yes, Sir," she pants desperately.

He teases her, rubbing her clit with his cock and pressing into her pussy again.

"Please, Sir. Fuck. Fuck me with your butch cock, Sir."

"Hmm," Parker contemplates. "That's some good begging, but I don't think it's good enough."

"God," Charlie curses. "Please. Fuck. Please. I need it."

"You need it?" Parker asks, sounding delighted. "Now that sounds like something a needy and pathetic slut would say."

He fills Charlie slowly, enjoying the low, long moan that comes out of her throat.

"Do you like that butch cock inside you, Charlie? Do you like having your pussy fucked by a group of butches?"

She whimpers, her face pressed to the tree.

"Answer me, Charlie," Parker threatens, grabbing onto her jaw and fucking up into her pussy.

"Yes!" she moans, and the sound comes out strangled.

"God, you're such a slut for it," Parker says.

"Yes, Sir. God, I'm a slut. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Parker grips Charlie's hips and fucks her hard against the tree, and the gang watches with mouths agape.

"Do you want another cock inside you, you little slut?" Parker asks.

Charlie whimpers. "Yes... Yes, Sir."

"Max," Parker barks. He slides his cock from Charlie's pussy and slaps her sore, red ass one more time. She squeals.

Max pulls out their red strap-on, lubing it up for the camera.

"Do you want this cock, Charlie?" Max growls, reaching down to stroke her clit teasingly. She gasps.

"Yes, fuck -- Please -- Fuck."

She tugs on her wrist restraints, scratching her arms against the tree.

"God," Max moans. They fuck her hard, until she's screaming.

Everyone takes a turn fucking Charlie's pussy while she's tied up to the tree.

Lou calls Charlie a pathetic little cockslut, kissing her neck and choking her lightly.

Zeke tells her what a slutty little pussy she has, and tugs on her hair.

Cal groans as she fucks her, telling her what a hot little ass she has and what a brat she was today.

"Yes, Daddy," Charlie agrees, so fucked out on butch cock that she'll say yes to anything. "I was such a brat today. Please just fuck me. Please make me cum, Daddy."

"Fuck," Cal curses, grinding her hips into Charlie's pussy and reaching around to stroke Charlie's clit, making her gasp and grunt.

"God, fuck, please, fuck, right there," Charlie gasps. "Right there. Fuck me like that."

Cal fucks her just like that, bringing a desperate, needy Charlie to the edge of an earth-shaking orgasm. Charlie cries out, screaming into the dark night, pulling on her wrist restraints. Her legs tremble.

In Charlie's ear, Cal murmurs, "Good boy."

She melts.

Cal pulls her cock out of Charlie and walks around the other side of the tree to untie her hands. Charlie rubs her sore wrists and then pulls up her boxer briefs and jeans, buttoning up. The camera is still rolling, Zeke smiling behind it.

Charlie looks up at the camera and beams, sticking her hands in her pockets and laughing in giddiness.

"Did you like that, Charlie?" Zeke asks.

Charlie blushes, looking down at the ground for a moment.

"Yeah," she says, looking back up at Zeke. "I liked it."

The recording stops there.

CHAPTER 2

"You were so good at cumming for me earlier, Max," Charlie whispers in their ear. They're lying in the tent on Charlie's air mattress, bundled up under warm blankets. They've been making out and they're both shirtless. She trails a finger up and down Max's naked torso. "It was hot."

"Thank you," Max says, smirking, stroking a gentle finger up and down Charlie's arm.

"I'm, uh, curious about your 'Never Have I Ever' confession, I have to admit..." Charlie begins.

"Hmm?"

"Are you a stone top, or...?" she trails off, jaw working. She swallows.

Max pauses, taking a breath. They look up at the top of the tent, breaking eye contact with Charlie.

"All my partners have been bottoms. I've just, never had the chance," Max says.

"I see," Charlie says, gazing down at their chest, twin top surgery scars, nipples sitting above them, and Charlie has the sudden urge to kiss their chest. "How do you feel about your chest being touched?"

Max smiles. "I like it. My, uh, scars are really sensitive actually. In a good way. I like when they're licked."

"Hmm..." Charlie hums in delight at this piece of information. "May I?"

Max nods slowly, eyes looking heavy with lust.

Charlie dips her head and starts with the scars, gently stroking her tongue along the two pink lines.

"Ohhh," Max moans and squirms. Charlie pins their hips and licks harder, relishing in Max's moans and ragged breathing. She reaches to lick and suck their nipples, lavishing each with generous attention. Their hard pink nubs slide between Charlie's soft lips. "God, Charlie," Max says.

Charlie grins up at Max for a moment and lets her tongue softly flutter over Max's sensitive nipples before returning to their scars, licking with a flat, hard tongue.

"Fuck," Max pants.

Charlie lifts her head and catches Max's eye. She raises her body up and murmurs in Max's ear, "Do you want me to top you, Max?"

Max is captivated by this new side of Charlie, and feeling hot and bothered at the thought of watching Charlie top. Of being topped by Charlie. They nod slowly, licking their lips.

Charlie's clit is throbbing in her jeans. She's thinking about eating Max's pussy after she sucked their cock earlier, making them cum in her mouth again.

Charlie's hand reaches for Max's crotch, rubbing the hard cock that Max is still packing with. She unbuttons and unzips their jeans, tugging them down their thighs. Max's hard red cock bobs out, and she begins kissing their thighs, spreading their legs open and licking the soft, sensitive skin that the harness doesn't cover. They're commando again, aside from the harness and strap.

Max breathes hard, watching Charlie's head bob between their legs. The sensations are turning them on in a way that thrills them and scares them a little. They've wanted this for a long time, but no one has ever wanted to give it to them. It's vulnerable, and Max trusts Charlie, and wouldn't want anyone else to top them for the first time.

Charlie is rubbing Max through the strap and harness, and they jerk their hips.

"Do you want this off?" Charlie asks.

Max swallows and nods.

She unbuckles the leather harness, tugging it down their legs. Their hair is still bleached from their Spike Halloween costume, but the hair between their legs is dark brown. It reaches up to their belly button in a happy trail, and the sight of Max's naked body makes Charlie's heart pound harder in her chest.

Charlie kisses Max hard, tugging her hands in their bleached hair and slipping her tongue in their mouth. They moan together, losing themselves in the kiss, long and slow.

"God, Max," Charlie says, her eyes focused on their face. Something tugs on a string in her heart.

Max kisses her again, pulling her in close. Their naked chests press together and Charlie's hands start to wander, exploring Max's hot naked body, touching their thighs and hips and stomach and reaching back down to tease the soft skin of their inner thigh and make them tremble. Max pulls away from the kiss.

"I'm so wet," Max whispers.

"Fuck," Charlie curses. "God. Do you want me to finger you? Eat you out?"

"Both," Max answers. They swallow and lick their lips.

Charlie kisses Max boldly and murmurs in their ear, "I'm gonna make you cum on my face again."

Charlie's mouth dips south, reaching for Max's neck, then their chest, sucking and licking their nipples, then sliding a tongue along their scars again. Max gasps.

"Fuck, Charlie," they moan, gripping a hand in Charlie's short brown hair.

Charlie moans in response, kissing lower down Max's chest and stomach. She gives special attention to Max's hips and inner thighs, looking up at Max who's breathing hard with an open mouth.

Max's clit peeks out from between the brown hair, prominent from a year of microdosing on T.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, Max?" Charlie asks with a smirk.

"Fuck," Max curses, their hard clit throbbing in need. "Yes."

Charlie smiles and spreads them open, licking up their wet slit and tasting their saltiness. She sucks their enlarged clit in her mouth, enjoying the way Max's breathing has gone raspy and desperate.

"Charlie..." they moan. "Fuck, Charlie, fuck."

She goes slow, enjoying it, savoring it. She goes slow even when Max whimpers, even when they beg for more. She loves hearing it, though. She's practically drunk on the begging. She moans into Max's cunt, lapping at their wet hole and dragging her tongue up and down their clit, softly sucking their clit into her mouth.

"Ahh--" Max gasps. "That... feels... really good... Charlie."

Charlie hums and brings a finger to tease their wet hole.

"Do you want me to fingerfuck you, Max?"

She returns to licking their clit and teasing their hole while waiting for an answer.

"Mm... Ungh. I uh... Yeah. Fuck yes. I want that."

"Good boy," Charlie praises.

"Ohhh," Max moans in response.

"Do you like that? Being called a good boy?" she asks.

Max moans again. "Yeah. Yeah. I do."

"Say it in a full sentence," Charlie demands.

Max's face burns. "... I like being called a good boy."

"That's it," she praises. Her middle finger sinks slowly into Max's wet hole, making them clench and moan. "That's a good fucking boy." She returns to licking and sucking their clit, curling her finger inside them, losing herself in the sounds falling from Max's mouth.

"That's... so... good..." Max moans, hands clenched in the blanket on the air mattress. "Fuck, Charlie. Keep fucking me like that. Christ."

She pulls her mouth off them to ask, "Do you want another finger?"

"Mmmm," they moan. "Yeah. Yes."

She happily obliges, pulling out her middle finger and adding in her ring finger, which slides into their wet hole so easily.

"Fucking hell, Max... Jesus... You're so wet and you're fucking clenching around me."

Max swallows. "You, um... made me. Wet."

Charlie grins with a wicked glint in her eye. "I made you wet, boy?"

"Y-yes, Charlie."

"Call me 'Sir' or 'Daddy.' Boy's choice."

Max makes a choked whimpering sound, their hips grinding into Charlie's fingers.

"Yes, Sir," Max says.

Fire shoots through Charlie like a strike of lightning at the obedient word Sir. Max's voice sounds strained, almost embarrassed. It drives her wild.

"Oh, that's a good boy," Charlie praises. "That's a very good boy. I want you to cum on my face, Max. You have permission. Cum on my face and scream out for me. You also have permission to tug on my hair and claw my back if you want to." Charlie winks. Max melts.

With a hand on Max's hip, Charlie dips her head down to their cunt and concentrates her tongue on Max's hard, aching clit.

With her permission, Max buries their hands in Charlie's hair, tugging on the short brown strands. Charlie groans and licks harder, pulling desperate gasps and moans from Max's mouth.

"Fuck, Charlie, fuck, Charlie, fuck, Charlie... Fuck...!" Max gasps.

Charlie curls her fingers inside Max, reaching into them for that spot of pleasure and ache and desire. She finds it and presses hard, fluttering her fingers against it, making Max go from quiet gasps to deep moans.

"Fuck me, Charlie...!" Max moans, loud enough for the camp to hear.

"That's it, Max, moan for me, just like that," Charlie says, returning to sucking off Max's throbbing clit.

"Charlie -- I mean -- Sir, uh, Sir, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that. Oh my God. You're gonna make me cum --"

Max breaks off, gasping for air, tightening their grip in Charlie's hair and grinding desperately against her face. The noises that fall from their mouth are heavenly and drive Charlie wild. She moans into them, the vibrations bringing them even closer to that delicious edge.

"Oh, Sir, oh God, oh Charlie, fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck..." they moan. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."

Charlie tastes their cum in her mouth, lapping it up eagerly and continuing to fuck Max through their first and second orgasms. It's not until Max gasps, "Okay, okay," and pushes Charlie's head that she pulls away, cleaning up her hand and looking up at Max from between their legs with a lustful gaze.

"Jesus, Charlie..."

"Did you like that, Max?"

"Did I like that? Fucking Christ, Charlie." (Charlie laughs.) "I loved it."

"Mmm," Charlie hums in satisfaction. "Good."

Max sighs and relaxes back into the air mattress. Charlie plops down beside them. The air is chilly, and she wraps the blanket around them both. They curl up together, Charlie the big spoon and Max the little, and share their body warmth. Max feels relaxed and safe, their body still buzzing with pleasure.

"Thank you," they mumble.

Charlie smiles to herself. "Anytime, Max..."

--

"Fuck me, Charlie...!" a moan rings out from the red tent.

Zeke, Lou, Parker, and Cal are sitting around the campfire, looking at each other. A blush tinges Lou's cheeks.

"Is that...?" Lou starts to ask.

"It must be Max," Cal concludes.

"Wow," Zeke adds.

"Good for Max," Parker says.

"Good for Charlie," Cal adds.

"That's hot," Zeke says.

Lou's face is red.

"What's the matter, Lou?" Parker teases. "Want to get some too? You can always fuck your boyfriend."

Lou's face grows redder somehow. He looks at Zeke with wide eyes, and quickly glances away.

"Why don't you fuck your boyfriend, Parker?" Lou shoots back.

Parker laughs. "Who, Cal?" He looks at Cal, and back to Lou. "We're both tops." He shrugs. "It'd never work."

"Both of you have bottomed before," Zeke points out. Damn you, Parker thinks.

"Exactly," Lou eagerly adds.

"You both already fucked last weekend. Why not fuck some more?" Parker deflects.

"So what?" Lou says defensively. "What do you care?"

"Because you two have needed to fuck for ages!" Parker yells.

"And even though you've already fucked, you're still in denial about it," Cal adds.

"Fuck you both," Lou says, storming off to the blue tent, dramatically unzipping and zipping it back up. Parker and Cal try to contain their laughter.