EXTRACT FOR
Camp Feelgood
(Crimson Rose)

It was still pouring down rain when I woke the next morning and after explaining my situation to the group, Dexter offered to take me to the gas station so that I could at least get my car back on the road. I accepted and forty minutes later we were back at Camp Feelgood in separate vehicles. Sure, I could have turned around, went home and chalked my night of debauchery up to severe exhaustion, but the week had been paid for and there was no refunds so I decided to stay and make the best of it. Though I did have to arrange for my best friend Kelly to watch my house and take care of my dogs for me.

Clothes coming off the second the gate was closed, Dexter and I walked in the direction of the cabin when he suddenly stopped. Pushed me in the direction of a tree and as my hands braced against the rough bark took me from behind. A young couple walked by and gave us glancing smiles but did not stop. "W-Wait!" I panted. "I need to go give this damn plug back to Zoe."

"Trust me, she doesn't want it back."

"But she said I only had to wear it until this morning."

"You can take it out when we get back to the cabin. And if it's as big as she normally hands out you'll have no problem taking any of us in your sexy ass."

"It's pretty fucking thick."

His fingers wrapped around the base and I grunted as he tugged it free. A moment later he pushed it back in. "Standard three inches," he said.

"THREE INCHES! Jesus Christ! No wonder it hurt like hell going in."

"You ever been fisted before, babe?"

"No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me I can now."

"Bingo. So, how do you like the thought of the ten of us spending the day fisting your gorgeous ass?"

"Part of me is curious and the rest scared to death."

"You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable doing," he said as he resumed fucking me in the pouring rain. 

"I never thought I'd be comfortable doing any of this," I moaned. "I mean, I'm only nineteen and like I said last night, until stumbling upon this place I had only ever been with two guys. I never imaged doing eight and two women in one night, let along get fisted. What other perversions are you going to put me through?"

"Whatever you're willing to try. Come on," he said as he pulled out of me "let's get back to the cabin before we catch cold."

"But you didn't finish."

"We'll finish in the warmth of the cabin."

"Okay." A little disappointed, I never the less followed him back to the cabin. No sooner did I push the door open then my nose was pleasantly hit with the aroma of fresh brewed coffee mixed with bacon, eggs and hash browns cooking. My belly immediately began rumbling and I made my way into the kitchen where Lucy and Carla were standing over a large stove. "Mmmm, smells delicious."

"Go get dried off before you catch cold," Carla commanded.