#342) A Wild Menage a Trois in the Wild (Part II)

I wasn’t making-up excuses with Jimmy Ray. I did want to save his tender feelings, but I really did plan to go camping with friends. I’ve introduced you to my best friend from long ago, Julie, in Part I, “Not a One Night Stand.” Her current best friend is a lovely woman named Chris who I knew in college, but not well. We all planned to camp in tents along with their boyfriends for a night.
The prospect of roughing it was intense for me; I feel I’m living rustically when staying at the Ritz Carlton! It was complicated by our living arrangements. Chrissy and her beau, John, had a big tent, so I’d be sleeping with them, when I would’ve preferred to bunk with Julie and her boyfriend, Chuck. That’s the three of us girlfriends in the photo above, me on the right, Chris next to me, and Julie on the left side. This shot was obviously taken early in our camp-out; my bottom has mostly healed from the stern belt whoopin’ Jimmy Ray had given me, and neither Chris or I are marked yet from our play together.
All this orientation background came out in our discussion in John’s car as the three of us drove to the camp site. I knew that Julie was straight and vanilla; what I love about her is that she’s totally non-judgmental. Kinky for her and Chuck is doing it in anything other than the missionary position! I didn’t know about Chrissy and handsome John. But on the car ride, right after we got preliminaries (like careers and basic facts) out of the way, she dove right into it head-first.
“We noticed that you’ve got some marks on bottom, Jeannie. Your cut-off jeans show them clearly,” Chris stated flatly. “The reason I bring this up is it looks like you just had your bottom whipped and we’re kinky that way. John spanks me frequently and soundly! Am I putting two and two together correctly and getting the sum of four? Do you share our kink?”
I wondered if the lingering evidence of Jimmy Ray’s handiwork showed in these short shorts. I found myself blushing hotly as I owned up to the truth.
“Um, yes… I just had a boyfriend belt-whip my butt a day and a half ago… He got a little carried away and really marked me! I didn’t realize it showed…”
From my vantage point in their backseat, I couldn’t see exactly what was going on up front, but it looked like Chris was rubbing her man’s crotch as she said, “We’re butt watchers, and you’ve got a cute round one, so we noticed right away, didn’t we, John?” He smiled at her, which I could see in the rearview mirror. “But, you aren’t being clear. Did he do this for punishment without your consent, or was it consensual?”
“Oh no, I asked him to do it,” I volunteered, now knowing that I was among like-minded kinksters. “It’s the first disciplining I’ve gotten that wasn’t self-administered since Covid,” I confessed.
“Oh…” she said in a way that I think was sympathetically, as she exchanged a look with John. “Which brings us to the sleeping arrangements on this camp-out… Er, um, if we were to frolic in the middle of the night, and get too loud and wake you up… Um, you would, ah, get offended…?”
I was shaking my head no when John chimed-in, “What we really want to know is whether you’d like to join in…?”
Eight hundred thoughts and feelings bombarded me all at once. How I couldn’t have imagined this twenty minutes ago, how glad I now was to be rooming with Chris and John, how much I wanted to play with this attractive couple, how sore my butt was from the belt-whoopin’ and the fingering and whether I’d be able to fully commit to any and all play these two came up with, all these things and more were deluging my brain when Chrissy rejoined the conversation.
“Before you answer that, you ought to know our ground rules. This would be our first time opening-up our relationship to another. I have to confess that I’m a little jealous of John, a little intimidated by your beauty, Jeannie, and that impressive, big, round butt of yours. So, at least initially, I want to limit things. John can use his fingers and his tongue in you, but not penetrate you with his cock, not in your mouth, or in your pussy, or in your butt…” Chris explained.
“You’re making it sound so restrictive, Chris, when actually it’s quite freeing! Tell what we CAN do…” John added.
Chris leaned over the car seat to get inside the suitcase beside me, one of several they’d brought along. This one was filled with toys. She got out several dildos and vibrators.
She elaborated, “He can use these on the both of us, in any hole you like…” and then she lifted a strap-on harness and phallus up, “And I’ll be wearing this! I’d really like to fuck you in one place after the other, please you, make you do nasty things…!”
“Stop talking!” I interrupted. “You’re gonna make me explode!” I yelled, cupping my aroused pussy with both hands. “You had me at ‘join in’! Yes! I want to play with you two, in any way you choose, in every way imaginable! Can you drive any faster, John? I want to play! I want it now!”
After far too long a time, we finally pulled into the camp grounds. It was a lovely shaded grassy spot near the ocean front.
“Let the men set-up the tents!” Chris called out. “Let’s go skinny dipping, girls!”
I raced her in trying to shed my clothes the fastest, Julie joined in the fun. Soon we were all nakey and wading into the surf. The sunshine felt glorious on my bare skin, the cold waves bracing on my aroused sex: I swear that if my conservative friend hadn’t been there, I would’ve attacked Chris and seduced her in the ocean! Arm-in-arm with my besties, I let my boiling desires just simmer in anticipation. My mouth was watering to taste Chrissy’s cute titties, my sex was salivating to taste her pussy, my curiosity overflowing with what John would add to the mix. I was going to be disciplined by a second male stranger in just about as many days, this one an experienced Top! I was actually overjoyed to be camping!
“Excuse us while we christen our tent,” Chris yelled at Julie and Chuck, as she took me by the hand and led me to my new domicile. Apparently from past experience, they knew each other’s routines.
“Try not to be so loud that you scare away all the animals!” Julie joked, taking Chuck by his hand and leading him into their tent.
“We have a ritual,” Chris whispered to me between kisses. “Julie and Chuck make love in their way just as soon as our tents are erected, and we do things our way…” Her mouth enveloped mine, her hand was on my breasts, pinching nipples and cupping and caressing, while her other hand tickled its way between my thighs, parting me, penetrating me, spreading my copious cum all around my pussy, diddling my clit, driving me insane with lust. “What do you like…?”
“I’m very anal…!” I intimated unguardedly, the need naked in my eyes, aching to feel attention where it was missing, where I loved it most.
“Oh, you are, are you, you nasty thing? Get over my knee, naughty girl, I’m gonna use the biggest, thickest, most high-powered vibe up your backdoor! Part your cheeks for me, dirty bitch, while I lube your tooter, get your mind ready for some sodomy…”
I felt a cool dollop of lube anoint my anus, felt Chris’ fingers spread it up my rectum, first one and then two and finally with three fingers frigging me where I was tightest, opening me, both teasing and satisfying my desires simultaneously. It felt so deliciously dirty to be doing this, a knowledgeable woman with three fingers up my butt and three others expertly plying my pussy, to have her man watching us with greedy eyes and a rampantly erect cock, one thin layer of nylon separating us from nature, separating us from my dear friend who was moaning and whimpering as she copulated with her lover.
“John,” Chris said, breaking the magical spell, “will you please go cut a switch to use on Jeannie’s and my butt?”
“In a minute!” he breathed heavily, clearly breaking their routine, clearly mesmerized by the scene his lover and I were creating.
Chris withdrew her fingers from out of my rosy rectum, and pressed a low-humming vibrator to my backdoor. I relaxed for the eagerly awaited intrusion, wanting nothing more than to be raped up the ass. She giggled.
“Well then, how about you take over here and I’ll go cut a switch?”
Keeping the vibe pressed to my ready rectum, John took the implement from Chris as if it was baton in a relay race, that is smoothly, seamlessly, as it pressed against my backside’s seam. Chris ducked out the zippered door, clearly unfazed to be stark naked, a pocket knife in hand to select a switch to cut and bring back and whip me with, while John pressed the vibe home, slowly but inexorably invading my most private place, filling me with faux cock, filling my phat ass with the most pleasurable tingly vibrations, filling my mind with the one single desire to climax. I tried to forestall the inevitable, to make it more intense, to make it seen by both partners in this couple that was tag-teaming my sexuality, so as to be safe as we could be in this unsafe and risk-filled game of intimacy.
I sensed that Chris was back with us in the suddenly small tent with the small portion of my brain not preoccupied with the dominant fact that my butt was getting fucked with a thick, juicy vibrator. He was pushing it into me and pulling it out, creating the fuck-hole where one didn’t previously exist, manipulating my love button with his other hand, reducing me to a quivering, inarticulate, crying mass of desire. I climaxed with such release, it crumpled me, imploding my insides. I’d been on all fours, but now found myself prone on the ground.
“Keep the vibrator in place up her ass while we spank,” I heard cruel Chris say from somewhere far away. They were on each side at my hips, and began slapping my fanny with their hands, stinging spanks that made my butt bounce, made my muscles flinch and clench, making that vibrator reassert itself in my consciousness
“No! I’ll lose my mind… it’s too… too…!”
“Take it!” I heard Chris command in one ear. John was back to the old in-and-out with the vibe, as I was made to take its full length into my bowels, then release it like I would a satisfying shit, over and over. Chris next upped the ante by taking the switch in hand, giving the lower quadrant of my tush a vicious cut with nature’s most punishing implement. “Count them!” she ordered.
“Ow! One! That stings so much!”
Whhhtttppp!
“Yeow! Two! Please, no more!”
“You’re going to get ten, if you count them well. Disappoint me and I’ll give you twice that number!” she whispered in my ear.
Whhhtttppp!
“Um, fuck! Three! ….I’m gonna cum, please…!”
“Cum ahead. Just take your whipping… and keep the count.”
Whhhtttppp!
I don’t know how, but I made it through, taking the lashes, keeping the articulated count, climaxing over and over again. Suddenly, Chris was kissing my mouth and inserting another vibe in my sex, while John was wrenching the one out of my tooter to french kiss me there, massage my welts. I was higher than I’ve ever been, whether with the aid of drugs or not, floating in my sub space, inebriated on endorphins, experiencing euphoria.
Chris was in front of my face, brandishing that infernal green rod, exhorting me, “Now even the score! Whip my ass just as mercilessly. Make me your bitch!”
I took the switch from her. She put her head down and elevated her adorable ass. So that she couldn’t see, with my free hand I gripped John’s erection and massaged the drop of pre-cum into his stiffness as I jacked him off. And I whipped the holy hell out of her, enjoying her mews and whimpers, feeding on the sight of her paleness as it turned crimson, causing and relishing her pain, reducing her to her essence, as she had me. When she was exhausted and her bum was welt-covered, I held her in my arms, soothed her rawness with comforting words, kissed away her tears, and tasted her pussy. It was the first vagina to kiss my lips, and as sweet and tangy as it tasted, it was even more delicious to have Chrissy writhing under the tongue-lashing, begging my mercy as I made her cum and cum and cum again.
“Your lover has been very patient,” I said to Chris while looking over at John. “He’s got a pair of blue balls from watching us, really ought to be treated to one orgasm, seeing that we’ve had about eighty between us…”
She crawled over and sat on his lap facing him, impaling her sex on his throbbing erection. I watched her pogo up and down on his stick for a minute, then got an idea. I harnessed myself into the strap-on and coated its phallus with a liberal amount of lube. Then I knelt behind her behind, held Chrissy by the hips, and slowly, lovingly, hungrily pushed my new cock up her tight ass. I made a sandwich out of the cute girl, I could feel John’s manhood in her sex as I took her up the rear. I buried my face in her hair as she kissed her man’s mouth, feeling her moan as we pleasured her holes. A thought crossed my mind as I fucked. John was inside Chris’ sex without wearing a condom; it struck me as the epitome of sexiness to be able to fuck bareback, whether in the vagina or in the anus. To be able to cum inside your lover, knowing that you are exclusive, that there’s no danger of disease, that pregnancy would not be a problem, struck me as so highly-charged, so special. I hope to share this with someone someday again. And it didn’t bother me in the least that I was an interloper in this relationship. By common consent they wanted to open up their partnership, enjoy the spark that someone new would provide. It made me feel hot to be that someone. I watched John’s ball sack tighten, listened to the couple groan uninhibitedly and grind greedily in simultaneous orgasm.
We stumbled out of the tent to gather around the campfire, where Julie and Chuck were already sitting, naked but demure. They could’ve just as easily been fully dressed and sitting in their living room in front of the fireplace.
“Well, that sounded like it was a fun romp!” Julie remarked, always finding the good to remark upon. “Was it?”
I stood up and showed them my ass, both the hamburger-like cheeks and the ruby red rectum. “It was hot! Incredibly hot!”
“You guys reek of sex!” Chuck said with a laugh.
He was right, so we ran into the ocean to wash off the sweat and the cum. By the time we’d dried off, dinner was ready. This repast consisted of hotdogs cooked over the open flame and baked beans, things I don’t normally eat, but that tasted sublimely yummy at this moment. There were still two wieners on sticks when everybody was full. Chrissy leaned over to me to whisper in my ear.
“I’m going to shove these inside you and eat them and you out,” she smiled sardonically.

“No, you’re not,” I replied, “because I want one of them to shove into you!”
Immediately I was wet and ready for round two. But she wasn’t through with surprises. She produced a large black sleep mask with elastic headbands.
“I thought it’d be fun if you’d wear this… Then you wouldn’t know exactly who was doing what to you where. Want to try it?”
I nodded as she put it on me. I could see a sliver of images straight down on each side of my nose to see my painted toenails, but nothing else. Chris and John led me by the hands back into their tent. It seemed like my other senses truly became more astute without my sight. Someone knelt to french kiss my anus once again, something I found I really loved, while the other person got busy eating my pussy. I was pretty sure it was John between my cheeks because I thought I felt a beard stubble, and therefore it was Chris doing an excellent job licking my clit and pussy slit.
“Let’s try sixty-nine with those hotdogs,” Chris suggested, and I felt one inserted in my wet snatch. I was helped to lie down, sensed something hovering just above my face. I slowly groped around to find Chris’ hotdog-filled pussy posed above my nose. I pressed my face into her, licking muff and nibbling wiener, all the while she did the same to me. The hotdog tasted of vagina and her vagina smelled and tasted of hotdog. We made a big mess and got really turned-on as we did. “Roll on your side,” John instructed. I then felt my butt cheeks parted and a slick phallus slip up my tooter, while my thighs were separated and a dildo inserted in my pussy. I could see a male’s hairy hand manipulating the one in my front, so guessed it was Chrissy doing me from behind.
“Is that you Chrissy up my butt with the strap-on?”
“Good guess, my little anal whore!” she answered. “If you didn’t know the rule that we’re not using John’s cock inside you tonight, would you have thought one of them was him?”
I felt around in front of me blindly until I located John and his erection, grabbed it with both hands, and caressed it lovingly. “Naw… human flesh is warmer to the touch… than those two dildos inside me… and plastic isn’t as… soft and giving… But they both feel really good… I’m close to cumming… May I, Mistress?”
“Ooh, nice move, my little bitch! I like you asking permission! Hold it off, don’t cum until you have to, let me enjoy fucking this spectacular ass…” and she started hammering into my hind-end, slapping my sore seat as she did. John set-up a staccato syncopation as he thrust his dildo into my sex, tickling my erect clit all the while. I tried to picture mundane things like “brown paper packages tied-up with string” to stave-off the mighty orgasm building inside my womb. That worked for about two minutes, by which time I was trembling-limbed, tremulous-voiced, and tortured-of-mind.
“…I can’t any longer! …I have to…! I, oh, ummmm, God, I…” and I climaxed in a puddle. It felt like the orgasm originated not in my spasming vagina, not within my throbbing clitoris, but up my ass, deep up my rectum, an assgasm. It seized me up that channel and around my throat and throttled me, shook me, tossed me about like a hurricane would, threw me down on the ground and stomped my brain. “That. Was. Really. Good!” I mumbled with a parched mouth.
“Change positions,” Chris said like she was a yacht captain ordering her crew to come-about on a tack against the wind. Suddenly John’s mouth was on my anus with his tongue deep inside me there, and Chrissy was nowhere to be found. I’m right-handed, so that dexterous hand cupped my pussy, those fingers played at my wet folds, while my left arm crossed my titties, with that hand pinching my right nipple hard.
But besides a really facile tongue that was doing glorious things to my butt hole, I noticed that John was grunting rhythmically. His hot breath was puffing up my tooter. He sounded like the Little Engine That Could, a locomotive in loco motion up my ass. I moved my head and caught a quick glimpse of Chrissy crouched behind her lover, moving in perfect synch with John’s gruff groans. What was going on back there? And then it dawned on me like a bright sunrise before my sightless eyes. Chrissy was pegging her masculine, bear-like lover up his ass with her strap-on, really giving it to him good, fucking John just like she’d butt-fucked me. And it was having a similar effect on him as it did on me. His cock was as erect as my clit had been, vibrating like a steel tuning-fork, it was oozing stickiness as my pussy had jism. He didn’t touch his manhood with his hands; he didn’t have to, all the stimulation necessary was provided by that phallus pounding his pooper with long, fluid strokes propelled by Chrissy’s womanly hips. His short, inarticulate grunts suddenly became one long, loud ejaculation from deep in his lungs and past his voice-box, one huge ejaculation of spunk from deep in his testes and out like a firehose, spraying not in spurts, but with a blast, covering the sleeping bags and the tent walls and my bare legs. We tumbled into a pile of entangled limbs and gasping mouths and sexual satiation. I gave them a full minute to extricate the strap-on from his well-trafficked anus, to assume less suggestive postures before removing my blindfold and blink and smile. Words seemed superfluous. I kissed each of them.
There was a little fresh water stream not far from our camp. Chris took all the sex toys there to wash them off, while John and I again walked into the ocean’s surf to wash up in the bigger bathtub it provided. Chris joined us a few minutes later. We were silent, we were spent. I got into flannel pajamas and opened the drop-seat to let my still-throbbing buttocks to hang out and cool in the nighttime air.
“You look sexy as fuck!” Chris said to me in the glow of the campfire. “If I weren’t absolutely exhausted, I’d suggest round three…”
I just smiled. For the first time in a very long time, I had no sexual appetite, I was full. My sexual locus, the seat of my libido, my backside was sated, inside and out. I felt prepubescent, asexual, above such carnal desires. But my mind was silently churning in high gear. I knew how popular pegging had become in recent years. I’d overheard girlfriends gossip about fucking their male lovers where it counted. In my compartmentalized mind, I didn’t find this a turn-on. I fantasize about a man who wants to fuck me up my butt, but who has no interest in reciprocation. I liked John as a person, but I’d just lost some respect for him as a Top. It was my place to bend over and take it up the butt; I didn’t want a male lover who felt the same way. I wanted yin to my yang, not another yin. I realized that this prejudice was silly, unfounded, but strong in me. For the second time in about as many days I’d shared sex with someone. The sex was very good, elevated to that realm of excellent. Yet it left me wanting. I realized how hard I am to please. I felt like a hypocrite. I remember how it hurt my feelings when several women condemned me and this blog because I wrote openly about sexual matters. I often feel that gays are now accepted in society, but spankos are not. Here I was being almost as closed-minded, condemning others because they were liberated enough to have sex in a way that pleased them. I think I should be taken to some sexual re-education camp. There I should be made to watch video after video of men getting pegged, with my eyes wired open like in “A Clockwork Orange” so that I couldn’t blink, couldn’t look away. I think I should be taken to the town square on a weekly basis, stripped nude, tied down to a punishment bench and publicly flogged to teach me a good lesson! “Hypocrites will not be tolerated,” the crowd yells, as I’m whipped to submission, as I’m given a taste of my own medicine.
Tomorrow I’ll fly home on an airplane crammed full with people, like beef cattle on the way to slaughter. I’ll be offered pre-packaged biscuits and coffee, like I was flying out a week before. But now I’ll be sitting gingerly on a well-whipped bottom. My butt hole will constantly remind me that I’ve had more action up there than I have in the past two years. So I can’t be too hard on myself; I’m getting out there, trying to socialize. Maybe someday I’ll meet Mr. Right; right now I’ll kiss some frogs, let life unfold as it was meant to, and dream.

Chrissy, about to take her turn feeling the switch on her cute butt.

John’s hand in my honey jar, as his lover watched us. As delicious as this was, I loved it even more when he turned me over and tongued my toot!

6 responses to “#342) A Wild Menage a Trois in the Wild (Part II)”

  1. The trio in the ocean pic would have been good but then you had to add the story behind (pun intended) it all. A lot of excitement for someone of my age don’t you know. But I LIKE the excitement.
    You write good stuff!!! And part if not all of it is BUTT stuff! That is one of the best reasons I love your blog. It’s about my favorite subject each and every time!

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    • I was just reflecting on this, paddlefan. I want to keep my blog focused on sexy butt stuff. I’d feel bad if it devolved into a space where I share cooking recipes and cleaning tips. I was about to post a rant about recent Supreme Court rulings, but edited myself, so as to try to keep this pure. I’m glad that you like my product! It is my unabashed goal to get my readership horny, to get the women squishy wet and the men rock hard rampant. I hope to treat the world to a good, old fashioned jerk-off every time they stop by and read my postings. It’s healthy for a person to have an orgasm. Should I rename this blog “Jack & Jill-Off Fodder”? I think Butt Stuff has a better ring to it, and will remain the raison de etre. Bon voyage to your next climax!

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    • We are twinsies, Christian; I started my day with a sticky, sinful, sexual solo too; such a nice way to open ones’ eyes! I hope that the just published “That Place Between” might make you have to take matters in hand all over again. Tell me what you think, please.

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