Torture in the Tent

I rolled over in my sleeping bag, feeling the nylon brush against my naked skin, and I tucked my legs up into me. It was a little cold but short of chilly, and I sighed as I closed my eyes and replayed the day’s highlights in my mind.

The girls and I had hiked a taxing 6 miles uphill in the mid-summer heat, all of us sweating profusely, to get away from the thronging crowds at the designated campsites. We were deep in the dense pine forest along the creek on the side of a mountain, and as I listened to the wind blowing softly outside I flashed on the day last week when Lauren had invited me, when I stopped in, as I often did, at the coffee shop where she worked. Just me and some friends, I’m waiting to hear back from a few people, but yeah. If you aren’t doing anything this weekend…

I remembered the way she had looked in her white tank top, with her thin blonde dreadlocks done up in a ponytail under a red paisley bandana and that black apron around her waist. I could sense then that she was attracted to me and I certainly was to her, stopping in for probably more lattes than I needed on a daily basis just to see her.

I was glad to spend this time with her, getting to know her better, and I had secretly wished that no one else would be available so that I could suggest we share my tent, just, you know, “so we wouldn’t have to carry extra weight.” I suppose in that sense it was unfortunate that she had brought along two of her best friends and decided to share a tent with them, but I found them agreeable enough and I had enjoyed the pleasure of their company as we made camp, gathered wood, and cooked and laughed around the fire. Though it probably made my hike that little bit more difficult, I had decided to pack in a good-sized bottle of Jägermeister which we passed around happily and the girls had brought what they all agreed was some really excellent pot, so by the time we decided to douse the fire and go to bed we were all feeling pretty light.

I thought about breakfast in the morning. I thought about the next couple of days we were planning to spend and how I’d try and get Lauren to come exploring with me while the others did anything else. And I thought about how great her body had looked as she walked in front of me the whole way up the trail.

Suddenly I heard the high, soft little whine of the zipper of my tent being pulled, and as my eyes snapped open I became aware of the flashlights splashing the white nylon walls and of the faint, girlish laughter outside. I sat up in my sleeping bag, my legs pointed at the door, blinking and trying to discern what was going on, but before I knew it the flap had opened and suddenly I could make out the silhouettes of Lauren, Barbara, and Courtney. They stood at the doorway for a moment, pointing their lights at me, and as I started to ask what was up and to unzip my bag from the inside, Lauren whispered, “Get him!”

Courtney ducked down and rushed in, laughing as she sat down over my thighs and shoved my chest back down with her hands. Barbara scrambled by her and took a place behind my head, raising me up slightly as she scooted her crotch up against me and squeezed her knees around my shoulders. I instinctively and worthlessly tried to struggle in my thick mummy bag, tried to stammer out my confusion, but Barbara reached down and clasped a hand over my mouth through the opening. I looked up at them with wide eyes– Courtney’s long chestnut hair backlit by Lauren’s flashlight, her devilish smirk still apparent in the darkness, her large breasts held loosely by a black tank top under a thick, cream and navy woolen shirt, and then at Barbara, who wore a thin black thermal turtleneck that was draped by her deep, royal blue hair.

I saw Courtney look to the side at my pile of clothes where her flashlight had fallen, and as she picked it up she glanced at Barbara and then back at my clothes, and Barbara’s face took on the same devious expression, a smile curling her lips as the light glinted off the piercings on her lip. Courtney stashed her light in one of the mesh hanging pockets on the side of the tent, and she took Barbara’s and stuck it in the other pocket on the opposite side. Lauren switched hers off and came inside, dropping down onto her knees and zipping the flap behind her, and she gave the others an approving look as she edged her way alongside me. She wore a matching pair of drab, light grey, Army surplus longjohns that ran all the way down to her tall, buff leather hiking boots with a thick pair of ribbed, speckled maroon socks peeking out of the top.

She leaned down over my face, reaching down to tweak my nose for a moment, and then looked me over. “Cozy?” she said with a small laugh as she looked back into my eyes. She reached for the top of the sleeping bag and pulled it off of my head, bunching it down behind my neck. Then she stared at me for a moment, and to my complete surprise leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“What do you think girls?” she said, still looking at me as she reached down at my side and pulled up on the zipper of my sleeping bag. Courtney and Barbara both hummed softly and laughed to each other, and my eyes flitted between the three of them.

“I think you should get those boots off,” replied Courtney, and Lauren gave a lazy grin before finally taking her eyes off of mine. She sat down, pulling her legs from beneath her, and began tugging at the thick red laces. When she pulled off her boots, first one and then the other, the tent began to fill with the sharp, cheesy scent of her feet. She stretched out and put her boots by the doorway and her feet came towards me, the smell wafting in my direction for a moment before she sat up again. The other girls both made faces as the smell reached them, and Lauren smiled as she slid her feet up under my side.

“I think you should trample him a little,” said Barbara with a smirk, cocking her head to the side and running her fingers through her hair before pulling an elastic tie from her wrist and putting it up in a ponytail. “Do you have enough room?” Courtney grinned and looked down at me as Lauren looked around her. My eyes were wide as I looked back and forth between them.

“I think so,” she said. She stood up and set a hand on each of the other girls’ shoulders, and then she slowly stepped right onto my chest. I groaned into Barbara’s hand as I felt Lauren’s weight press down on me, and the girls all laughed in response. Barbara squeezed my shoulders with her legs and shook her hips from side to side, and then bucked her crotch back and forth a few times into the back of my neck.

Lauren shifted her weight from leg to leg, grinding my body into the ground, and she turned around so that we were oriented the same way and began stepping back and forth between my chest and my stomach. She stood up as far as she could, her back pressed up against the frame of the tent, but she still had to bend over slightly which put her head directly over mine. She smirked down at me as I groaned beneath her, taking little steps as she looked into my eyes, and then she slowly backed up and worked her way down between Courtney’s legs.

Courtney reached up and sensuously grabbed Lauren’s hips, first running her hands along her thighs, and Lauren let her hands fall and put them on top of Courtney’s. She lifted her right foot and stuck out her heel, and then she brought it down gently a few times until she was sure she had found my cock inside the sleeping bag. She looked at me again as she ground her heel down onto it, and I groaned again into Barbara’s hand. The girls all laughed at my reaction, and then laughed even harder as Lauren began to stomp her heel a few times in the same spot. Courtney leaned forward and buried her face in Lauren’s ass, and with one final stomp Lauren planted her feet on my thighs and began gyrating her hips backwards, holding the back of Courtney’s head as she did.

Courtney gasped softly as Lauren pulled her head back, and her hands slid back and squeezed Lauren’s ass. She shook it a little, giggling again, and then she leaned forward and gave it a little bite, which made Lauren squeal and Barbara laugh. Lauren twisted around and smacked Courtney on the shoulder, and then regained her balance and stepped on my cock again. She leaned back and forth for a moment, letting her weight press down on it, and then stepped forward again, back onto my chest.

She looked down at me again and then at Barbara, who took her hand from my mouth and reached out her arms as Lauren took another step onto my shoulders. I watched as Barbara’s hands slid up Lauren’s legs the way Courtney’s had and she grabbed Lauren’s ass, and then Lauren took Barbara’s head in her hands and guided her face into her crotch. There was a small, muffled moan from Barbara as Lauren slowly humped her, and she reached back down and held my head in place as she pushed herself against it.

Eventually Lauren stepped back onto my chest again, pulling Barbara’s head back by her hair and leaning down to pat her on the cheek as they separated. Barbara thrust her hips a few more times as Lauren stepped back, and all three of the girls looked down at me as Lauren put her hands on her hips, lifted her right knee, and lowered her socked foot down onto my face.

Courtney and Barbara laughed in a victorious, satisfied way, but Lauren just hummed softly as she shook her foot back and forth. She stood there for a moment, and I felt the soft, moist cotton against my skin, and then she stepped off of me and sat down on my waist, leaning back into Courtney. She turned her head to give Courtney a deep, tonguing kiss, and then leaned forward to do the same with Barbara.

Courtney put her arms around Lauren and they cozied up. Barbara placed both her hands on the sides of my head with her thumbs up by my temples, holding it firmly in place as she re-tightened her grip on my shoulders. Then we all just laid like that for a moment, Courtney and Lauren looking sweetly at me as their hands played lightly with each other, Barbara doing the same as she gently pressed her crotch into my neck again, and I wondered briefly what it was that I should do or say.

Then, without saying anything, Lauren lifted her feet from either side of me, brought them together so I could see her thick, speckled maroon socks, and then guided them back onto my face. This time I tried to squirm as they came towards me, catching a whiff of the stench of them after our long hike, but Barbara held my head firmly in place and the rest of my body was trapped beneath Courtney and Lauren, not to mention being wrapped up in the sleeping bag.

Lauren let out a little sigh, and she stuck her heels on my chin and began fanning her feet from side to side, flexing her toes back and wiping at my face. “They’re stinky aren’t they?” she asked rhetorically with a soft, proud smile. She set one on my chest and pointed the other one at my nose, letting me look at the sharp, clean features of her face as she continued. “The girls threw a fit when I took my boots off over in our tent. Courtney said she didn’t want to be smelling them all night, and that’s when Barbara suggested we give them to you.”

She reached her left foot up and patted me on the forehead with it before sliding it down the rest of my face again. She slid her right one up next to it and let her toes rest on my throat, with her heels on the edge of the sleeping bag.

“We’ve decided that we’re gonna make you our little slave tonight,” said Courtney, rubbing her chin on Lauren’s neck and kissing her softly. “We’re all alone out here, and we’ve decided that you’re gonna spend the rest of the weekend serving and servicing us. Understand?” I looked back and forth between the three of them.

“We’re gonna make it hard for you,” said Barbara. “But if you please us and serve us well you’ll be rewarded. Got it?” I looked at them again, unable to believe what was happening, but as my eyes fell back on Lauren something powerful washed over me, and I managed to give a little nod.

The girls all grinned at each other, and Lauren stretched out her leg and patted me lightly on the cheek with her foot. “Good boy,” she said with a delighted little smile. “Now,” she said, looking at Barbara and then turning slightly to Courtney, “Who’s ready for what?”

Barbara smiled down at me and shook her thighs a little. “I’ve got him right where I want him. For now.”

“Court?” she said, getting up and slipping along side me, snuggling her body into mine and resting her head on Barbara’s knee.

“You’re sure you don’t want to first?”

“Nah,” Lauren replied, pulling a thick blue pipe and a lighter from the rolled down waistband of her longjohns. “I wanna watch for a minute.” She grinned and handed the pipe up to Barbara, who took a long hit off of it before passing it off to Courtney.

Courtney got up on her knees, straddling mine, and her long hair spilled down over her face as she brought the pipe to her lips. She sparked the lighter briefly, and as the ember glowed her eyes flashed towards mine. She took a deep drag and handed it back to Lauren before bending down pressing both of her hands down onto my chest, and blowing the smoke into my face. A smile curled in her lips as Lauren hit the pipe, and she moved up my body until her bare legs straddled my elbows from beneath her khaki shorts. She fixed her eyes on mine and pulled open her shirt, tracing a finger into her cleavage and beginning to hump her crotch into my chest as her other hand found its way into her hair.

Barbara hit the pipe again as Courtney pulled up her sleeves, and then passed it to her as she got up and stood over me, sticking her boot on my chest as she bent down slightly, took an elastic band from her wrist and put her hair up in a ponytail. Lauren reached up and dragged her her fingers along Courtney’s calf, and Courtney took a second pull from the pipe. She winked at Barbara as she handed it back to Lauren, and as she exhaled she slid her foot back off of me, reached her thumbs into her waistband, and pulled down her shorts. Her black panties came down with them, and she cocked her hips to the side before swinging one leg over me again.

In the glow of the flashlights I could see the neat, trimmed black of her pubic hair as she slowly bent her knees and sat back down on my hips, her hands swimming over her sides and chest. “Sit him up,” she said to Barbara, and Barbara spread her legs, pressing her crotch into my neck again, and then she and Lauren grabbed onto my shoulders and lifted me up so that my head was just beneath hers. Courtney scooted forward, pulling up her tank top to expose her full, heaving breasts, and Barbara squeezed her legs again and wrapped her arms around me as Lauren pressed her body back into mine.

“Will you help?” she said, lifting her right boot up to Barbara, and they laughed as Barbara struggled to pull it off. Her foot emerged in a worn, tan hiking sock, the heel, toe, and other accents olive green, and she sighed and wiggled her toes before mashing it hard into my face. It was sweaty and grimy in a way that was different from the way Lauren’s had been, but no less strong.

“Kiss my feet!” she said loudly as Barbara helped pull her other boot off and she brought her other foot down onto me. They all got quiet and then laughed again as they heard me kissing. Courtney slapped me hard across the cheeks with them and then set them on either side of my chest, smirking proudly at me as she sat up again.

She cupped and massaged her breasts for a moment, pinching lightly at her nipples, and then she put her left hand on the back of her neck, reached out to mine with her right, and pulled my face into her chest. The other girls cooed, and Courtney sighed as she began humping again. She shook her shoulders, putting both hands into my hair and pulling it as she rubbed herself into me. My mouth fell open and she tilted my head back and leaned away, and then maneuvered her left nipple between my lips.

I began flicking it lightly with my tongue, and she yanked back on my hair. “Suck, don’t lick.” She pulled me forward again and I sucked it gently, brushing it with my lips, and then harder. I felt it swell and flush. “Now lick,” she said, and she reached up to hold her breast, tracing her nipple around my lips as my tongue flitted in and out of my mouth. Barbara leaned forward with a smile and put her cheek on mine, nuzzling Courtney’s other nipple gently while she watched me lick. My eyes floated up to Courtney’s face and she looked back at me in a pleased way as she traded her right breast for her left. “Now this one. Suck first.”

I did as she said, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Lauren’s hand reach up to play with the other. Courtney reached up for her wrist and pressed it into her as I sucked, and her hips continued to thrust slowly. When her nipple was hard I began licking without being told, and I looked down to see Barbara’s fingertips lift up and begin brushing on Courtney’s ribs. Courtney began to breathe heavily, her hips thrusting softly down into my body, and then she closed her eyes as she reached down to her crotch and slid her fingers beneath her. She pulled them out and opened her mouth, licking the wetness off of her fingers and then giving them a little suck.

She sighed as she repeated this, giving a little each to Barbara and Lauren, and then she reached back down with her whole hand, rubbed on herself for a few moments, and then wiped a wet streak down the right side of my face.

“We’re gonna make sure that face gets covered in pussy tonight,” Lauren said softly, and the girls all grinned wickedly at each other.

“Yup,” Barbara said. “Pussy and feet!” And they all laughed.

Courtney grunted as she slid two of her fingers inside her, and I felt her knees squeeze the sides of my chest as she bucked for a minute on top of them. Her eyes locked on mine as she thrusted her wrist, slowly at first and then faster, and then she spoke in a low voice.

“Are you ready bitch?” Her fingers slid in and out of her and I could hear how wet she was getting. She stared for a moment, her breath beginning to heave and catch. “Eat pussy.” She crawled her way upwards quickly and straddled her legs over Barbara’s, pushing her wet crotch in my face.

I heard Barbara and Lauren hum with satisfaction, and Courtney sighed sharply as she rubbed her folds across my nose and mouth.

“Eat it bitch, like I told you. Eat that fuckin’ pussy.”

I squirmed in the sleeping bag, my top half pinned, and Lauren climbed onto my thighs rendering me even more completely helpless. I opened and shut my eyes, looking around and seeing only the darkness between Courtney’s thighs, and then knowing I would be there until I did what she said, I licked.

She moaned as my tongue found her hole and her clit, and I tasted her sweet, musty flavor. Her skin and her pubic hair brushed against me, and she kept sliding back and forth, rubbing her clit on my nose. She shuddered and laughed, sighing and bucking, and from between Barbara’s thighs I heard her say, “Hah, I knew he’d be good for something on this trip.”

She leaned back and I felt her hand reach down to her clit, and I stuck my tongue in and out of her, and as she gasped and moaned harder she pushed herself forward, carefully slipping my nose inside of her. My lips quivered between her sweaty cheeks as she rode my face, harder and harder and then slowing down, drawing it out, until finally she lurched forward and came.

She sighed heavily and became still, and I could hear Barbara kissing her as their thighs relaxed on either side of me. She put her hands on Barbara’s legs and pulled herself back, and the two of them looked down at me with wicked smiles. Courtney slapped her hand against my cheek and shook my face from side, patting me twice before finally climbing off of me.

I turned my head and pouted softly at Lauren alongside me while Courtney pulled her clothes back on, and Lauren looked me over with a kind of bemused skepticism and reserve. She reached up too and inspected my face, turning it so she could see the wetness Courtney had left there.

“I think we’d better clean you up a little bit,” she said, and she spun around to wipe me off with her feet. I screwed up my face as she wiped it with her stinky socks, smelling their scent freshly mixed with that of Courtney’s pussy, and then she turned back around and retook her place alongside me.

“My turn,” said Barbara, and she and Courtney traded places. Barbara kissed Lauren as she sat down on my knees and took down her hair, and Courtney scooted herself up against my head and locked me in again with her thighs.

Barbara smirked as she lifted her black, simple boots onto my chest and began unlacing them.

“I bet my socks are just as bad as yours Lauren,” she said, pulling off one and then the other and setting them down by the entryway. “I sweat a lot on trips like this, and I am gonna love shoving them in this pathetic slave’s face.”

She tossed back her long blue hair and I watched her feet as she brought them towards me, her plain, worn, white cotton tube socks stained greyish brown on the bottoms, and she rolled her ankles a couple of times before laying them down squarely across my face.

She was right— they were just as bad as Lauren’s, maybe worse, and they were crusted with dried sweat and their smell was light at first but incredibly potent. I finally grunted beneath them, beginning to be overwhelmed by the humiliation, but she just laughed a soft little laugh.

“Go on, smell ‘em,” she said, and I tried, but it was an effort every time subjecting myself to the stink. “They’re gonna need a nice tongue bath too, after the day we’ve had today.” That actually made me whine, the thought of it and knowing that it was well within their power to make me. “But first you’re gonna smell these socks and then you’re gonna eat my pussy too.”

Courtney held me tight with her legs and petted my hair now and again while I suffered. Barbara laid on top of me for a while, relaxing and wiping her feet across my face, stopping now and then to shove them back under my nose and order me to sniff. It was quiet, and I sniffed while they passed around the pipe again.

“Don’t forget to kiss ‘em,” Lauren said, exhaling. “You ought to be glad to have pretty Barbara’s feet in your face.”

I heard the velcro as Barbara started taking off her hiking pants, pulling back one leg at a time to slip them off before replacing her feet. She sighed and stretched her legs, pushing her feet harder into my face, and I heard Lauren shift down to that end of the tent, and then I heard them begin to kiss.

Barbara’s left leg pulled back slightly as she spread her knees apart, and from beneath her dirty socks I watched as Lauren traced her hand down Barbara’s waist and guided it into her crotch. Barbara sighed and Lauren started rubbing, her fingers flat against Barbara’s pussy, gripping her gently. As she moved I caught little glimpses of Barbara’s naked mound and the little piercing she had in the hood of her clitoris, and I saw Barbara see me and then cover my face again as she smiled and closed her eyes.

I sniffed as I listened to her pleasure escalate, flashing back on the image of Lauren touching her and imagining still being able to watch their flickering tongues, and somehow I started getting hard in spite of it all. She seemed to moan softly in time with my breathing, and somehow I felt myself getting harder with each sniff. My disgust was fading away and I began feeling comfort in the stink of her feet, so much so that when she pulled back her legs to stand up I almost regretted it.

Lauren grinned and smacked Barbara’s naked ass as she stood, pulling her socks up and gripping the sleeves of her turtleneck. She shuffled closer until she got to my head and took one last opportunity to step once on my face with each foot before squatting down and sitting high up on my chest. She leaned over me and placed her hands in Courtney’s, and went in to kiss her, before lifting herself up and placing her crotch on my lips.

I didn’t resist this time, didn’t have to be told. I accepted it, and I licked. My tongue slid into her wet labia and pushed inside of her, and again I was lost in the warm darkness between her legs. Lauren slid in alongside me again and I could see as Barbara rocked that she had her arms around her and Barbara was leaning into her embrace.

I brought my tongue to her clit and began flicking it lightly, feeling the weight of the little ring, and I sucked on her gently and let her folds slip across my lips. I went back to her hole and thrust my tongue in and out, listening to Lauren kiss on her neck and hearing her little gasps turn into moans. When I went back to her clit she started inching herself away and then reached down and stuck her two middle fingers inside.

“I want to cum on his face,” she panted, and Courtney grinned down at me with a devious relish. She looked at Lauren, who looked down at me and held my wide-eyed gaze as she slowly nodded. “Ohh!” she started screaming, my tongue still flicking at her clit. “Oh! Fuck! Yes! Yes– ah!”

Suddenly she pulled out her fingers and gushed, and there was a tense split-second where she pulsed before groaning heavily as she sprayed my face with her cum. I felt it drip down my cheeks and nose, humiliated anew, and Lauren and Courtney cooed their approval as Barbara breathed.

“That’s a lot to clean up,” said Lauren with a smile, and with her arms still around Barbara she casually lifted her foot and stuck her maroon speckled sock back in my face, soaking up Barbara’s juices as she wiped. “Well done.”

They kissed again, and Barbara leaned forward to kiss Courtney, and then Courtney turned and kissed Lauren. Barbara stood up and they passed around the pipe again as she sat back down at the far side of the tent and pulled her pants back on.

“Well,” said Lauren, passing the pipe back off to Courtney and looking back and forth between the girls, “I think we all know what’s next.” She looked down and addressed me. “I think you’ve been a good little footslave and pussylicker so far, haven’t you? What do you think ladies?” I looked around at Barbara and Courtney and they nodded as they exchanged satisfied looks. “I think it’s time we gave our little slave his reward.”

She stood up and nodded to Courtney, who did the same, and they each grabbed one end of the sleeping bag and they lifted both sides and easily turned me around so that my head was at the wider end of the tent. Courtney sat down next to Barbara above my head, and Lauren stepped over me and cocked her hips to the side as she reached down to unzip the bag, doing it slowly and shuffling backwards until she reached the end.

She stepped forward and pulled the top back quickly, and the girls all laughed as they saw my erection. “Oh my god!” laughed Barbara. “I think he likes being our little slave!”

“Yeah, haha,” echoed Courtney. “Maybe he likes our stinky feet after all!”

Lauren smirked, setting her foot down on my naked chest. “Well I guess he’s in luck then, isn’t he? Hold his arms.”

The girls each took hold of one of my elbows and pulled them up above my head, and Lauren casually stepped on and off of me a few times while Barbara and Courtney pulled off their socks and tossed them onto my chest. She swayed for a moment, looking down at me, and then she pulled off her long johns, bottoms first and then the top.

I was absolutely floored by the vision of her naked body, and for a moment I forgot everything else as I looked up at her. She had soft, creamy-looking skin, perfect nipples, muscular legs, a few perfectly placed moles. I felt the girls pull back on my arms and my legs slid on the nylon as Lauren reached down and pulled my ankles together.

“Don’t move,” she said. “Not until I tell you to.” She took the pipe from Barbara and took another drag, and then she handed it back and exhaled slowly before stepping forward and placing her socked feet on either side of my hips. She bent over and stuck her hands on my shoulders, and her skinny dreads fell over her neck. She watched my eyes as she lowered her hips and I felt her guide my dick between her legs.

“Okay,” she whispered, and then her eyes flicked up to the girls. “Now.”

I looked up and suddenly they each stuck both of their bare feet in my face and Lauren slid down onto my cock.

Lauren’s gasp was drowned out by my groan, and I was torn between the feeling of her hot, wet pussy gripping my dick and their gross, sweaty feet across my face. The girls pressed down with their legs as Lauren pressed down with her hips, and I felt completely pinned to the ground as Lauren began to ride me.

“I want to see you licking those feet, slaveboy,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady as she bounced, and I cringed of course, shaking a little even, but I was feeling so overwhelmed I felt like I would do anything she said just to keep the moment going. I had wanted her so bad for so long, and even in spite of everything we were fucking. So I let my chin quiver one last time as they lifted them a few inches off me, held my breath for a moment, and then I stuck out my tongue.

I closed my eyes as they brought them back down, and I almost wanted to cry as I tasted their sweat. They wiped them across my tongue, their places changing so fluidly and frequently that I lost track of whose were whose, and Lauren moaned as she thrusted her hips.

“Good boy,” she said, breathless, shifting her hands onto my chest and lowering herself against me. “Now you may fuck me.”

My wrists went slack in Courtney and Barbara’s hands, and I tilted my head back and licked helplessly as I fucked. She slammed vigorously down onto me and adjusted herself until the angle was perfect, mashing her clit down onto me as she rode. She cried out and the girls cheered her on as they took turns stuffing their toes in my mouth and ordering me to suck.

I was almost painfully aroused but it was all so confusing, and I was so pulled in so many different directions, that despite the incredible sensation of Lauren gripping me so tightly and despite her climaxing easily, and hard, I was unable to find release along with her.

Things calmed down again as she sat up and breathed, and the girls each pulled back their feet to let me see her, glowing and flushed, on top of me. I was still so hard inside of her, and I desperately wanted her to keep going but she placed her hands over the girls’ socks on my chest and lifted herself off, and I grunted plaintively as I slipped out of her.

She sat back on my legs and started removing her socks, and I watched as she wiped the sole of one and then the other against her crotch.  She smiled and looked down at them and then held them up, grinning, before setting them down against my penis and rolling off, turning herself around, and scooting alongside me again.

“Okay, slaveboy,” she murmured. “We’ve got a treat for you now.”  She glanced up at Barbara and Courtney, who each stuck a foot against my cheek and pressed them together, holding my head firmly in place.  “I’ll bet you’ve jacked off to me before, haven’t you?”  I looked up at her, trembling, and I nodded as she got up onto her knees.  “In fact I’ll bet you’ve thought about jacking off to each of us more than once since we all set out this morning, haven’t you?”  I looked at Barbara and Courtney, embarrassed, and I nodded again.

“Well now you’re going to get your chance.  How would you like to jack off in front of all three of us and we can see how much you appreciate being our little slave?”

She reached for my wrist and brought my hand to her mouth, spitting gently into it and guiding it down onto my cock.  “Go on,” she said.  “It’s your turn.”  I looked up at her again as I began stroking and then I felt my eyes begin to roll and swim in my head.  I was ready to cum for them, so exhausted and ready to be spent, and my jaw went slack as I started feeling the sensation spread through my body.

“Oh.  Yeah,” she said.  “And one more thing.”

She grabbed those maroon speckled socks and shoved them in my mouth, grinning wickedly as she did, and suddenly I could taste all three of their pussies mixed together with the sweat and dirt from her feet.  “Keep stroking!” she said as I whined, and I felt so painfully horny that I obeyed.  “Suck those socks!”

I looked all around me, from Barbara to Courtney, to the thick socks poking out of my mouth, to Lauren, to the girls’ socks on my chest, to my dick, to the walls of the tent, and to the lights stashed against the walls, and I got closer and closer as I tried to orient myself, my grip on reality slipping away.

“Go on,” said Barbara.  “Cum, footslave!”

“Yeah,” cooed Courtney softly.  “Cum, pussylicker!”

I squeezed tighter and stroked, stuck between their feet and sucking Lauren’s socks, and finally I felt it inside me, letting go.  I felt like I really was their slave.  I spread my legs apart, feeling it start to go, and Lauren slid her arm beneath them and she put her hand over mine, helped to get me over the threshold, and then at the last second she yanked my hand away, pumped me the last few times herself, and then she lifted my legs and my ass together and made me cum on my face.

I closed my eyes and tried to turn my head but Barbara and Courtney pushed their feet together and held me tight, laughing deeply, and there was nothing I could do as the load hit my forehead, just above my eyebrow, and ran down the side of my nose. I breathed and became aware of the thin ribbons of cum across the edges of my lips and chin as Lauren let down my legs, and I frowned and kept my eyes shut, spent and freshly humiliated.

I felt them all looking at me, naked in front of them, betrayed by my own orgasm, a tool of their pleasure and fun. What’s more I knew we still had two days alone out here and I wondered how much worse it would get.

I felt the girls pull their socks off my chest and sensed them shifting around to pull on their boots, and although I heard Lauren moving to do the same she didn’t reach for her socks. She let them stay crammed in my mouth.

“Okay,” she said. “Time for bed.” The girls grabbed their flashlights, unzipped the tent flap, and made their way out. Lauren stepped forward to my shoulders and rolled me onto my side. “Come on, slaveboy, you too.” I opened my eyes and saw her thick boots under her longjohns, and I looked up at her as she slid her fingers into my hair.

She gripped and pulled up gently, rolling me onto my hands and knees, and she led me out through the flap. Barbara closed my tent behind us and Courtney walked ahead, and I kept my eyes on the ground as I crawled through the moonlit campsite, seeing only the dirt and the rocks and the heels of Lauren’s boots.

We all went into their tent together, the girls all kicking their boots off by the door. Lauren pulled her socks from my mouth and put them back on, and Barbara grabbed a wet wipe from her bag and wiped off my face while Lauren and Courtney laid down on their pile of blankets and pulled the biggest one over them.

I stayed on my knees by the doorway as Barbara joined them and they all snuggled up and started kissing each other goodnight. I finally asked them where they wanted me to sleep and they all looked at each other for a moment before pulling up the blanket and wiggling their toes. I crawled over and laid down at their feet, settling in, and I sighed as I snuggled up against them too.

They all switched off their flashlights and kissed their last kisses, and as the tent got quiet it was Lauren who whispered softly into the darkness, “Best camping trip ever.”


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