8
Roman
The tent allowed just enough filteredlight from the campfire through the zippered screen door that I could see Roman as he followed me inside. There wasn’t enough room to stand up, but instead we knelt on opposite ends of the space, removing our clothes.
“You’re beautiful,” Roman said when he saw me, and I thought the same thing in return. His upper body was lean and muscular, with an eagle tattoo on the right side of his chest. In the shadowed light I could see the deep ridges across his muscular stomach.
I undid my jeans and pushed them down and off along with my panties before knee walking over to Roman, running my fingers down his chest and tracing the outline of his tattoo.
“Wish I could have hiked with you today,” he said.
I was kind of glad I had the chance to start with two guys. Three might have been a bit much for a first time.
But that was then.
“Me too, but now we have this. So, lie back… please,” I said. “Let me.”
He lay in the middle of the tent. I undid his boots, removing them, then eased his jeans down his hips.
His cock was perfect. I marveled at the erotic perfection, and how he felt as I took him in my hand.
“Come here,” he growled lightly, pulling me into a hot, searing kiss. His powerful arms wrapped around me, one hand squeezing my ass. The other went to my hair, pulling my head back as his lips found my neck and he licked me, tasting my pulse before raising me up so that he could nibble my breasts.
“Fuck,” I moaned, rubbing against his thigh as he teased me.
The tent flap opened and Trent and Ivan joined us. They’d already stripped, and spread two more down sleeping bags as they watched Roman and me grind against each other.
“No cock-blocking there, Roman,” Trent said teasingly, and I turned my head, smiling as Roman mumbled his agreement.
I reached out, taking Trent’s hand to pull him in for a kiss before turning to do the same with Ivan.
Six hands held me, stroking my body. Three mouths tasting me, claiming me. I felt someone fill me with their fingers, stroking and probing me as I sucked on a delicious cock, another mouth on each nipple.
The next sensation I’d never forget was that of a tongue probing me in a strange and new place as one of the guys—Ivan?—opened my ass with his tongue. Fingers filled me and I moaned as thoughts I’d never dreamed of having awoke in my brain.
I didn’t know how many times I came. I just knew that there was heaven in that tent, and that as I mounted Roman, my heart, my soul, and my mind were in a state they’d never been. My hands were full too, Trent in one hand and Ivan in the other as I tried to swap kisses with them when I wasn’t overwhelmed by Roman’s cock sliding in and out of me, setting my every nerve on fire.
“That’s right,” Roman rasped, his voice strained as my hips rose and fell on him. “Feel me, honey.”
“Yes!” I screamed, not caring if the entire campground heard. My ass clapped up and down on his thighs as he thrust up, driving me insane with desire, pleasure, and release.
Trent cried out, and a warm splatter hit my face and chest, and when Ivan crested a moment later, I felt like a goddess. A sexual goddess, taking and being taken, worshipping and being worshipped.
Roman pulled me over and got on top, pinning me to the floor of the tent as he pushed my legs to my shoulders. I clutched at him, exhausted but hoping for one… last…
“Please!” I cried out as I came a final time, my body shaking and my heart stopping in my chest as my brain overloaded.
Roman groaned, staying buried inside me as my ankles locked around his back as I held him as close as he was holding me.
For a long time, nobody moved. I lay beneath Roman, the air in the tent ripe with the smell of sex. I was bathed in it, my skin glistening as I panted, my brain still trying to process the intensity of what had just happened. I looked up at Roman, who looked back at me with eyes that said he would never forget the night.
Then again, if I lived to be a hundred years old, I wouldn’t be able to forget it either.
“Unless you boys want to lick me clean from head to toe, I think I’m going to need a washcloth.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Ivan said before leaning in for a quick kiss. He returned a minute later with a damp washcloth that was rich with the slightly mineral scent of Black Mountain Lake.
“May I?” he asked.