6 comments/ 28584 views/ 7 favorites Camping Memory By: Anal_Ally Back in the day I had this funky little car, day glow pink with cute yellow flowers on the hood and sexy low bucket seats. I used to make my hubby, who I nicknamed sad sack, drive so I could lie back, feet on the dash, sipping my wine. Pulling up at a gas farm was always fun. Predictable piggy men would stare at the car expecting this hot chick to be driving and what they would see was my scrawny excuse for a husband flop out to fill her up. I would sit and enjoy their scornful looks for a little while before giving them what they wanted; a chance to admire my hot body. I would swagger out of my funky little runabout, stretch as if I had been stiff, arms right up high, perky breasts jutting forward. At the time I used to wear a lot of biker gear just because I looked so damn sexy in it. I would wear black leather bikini tops and matching minis or tight leather waistcoats with a pair of equally tight Levi's. The men loved it. I would parade around the car, wiggling my cute ass and generally giving the men quite the performance. Sad sack hated all the attention I would get, wolf whistles, proposals, all sorts. He would just stand and wait patiently whilst his hot wife lapped up the attention of other men. Anyway, one time I took the funky car and sad sack away camping. I made him park next to the pitch of a group of bikers to make sure I'd get all the admiration I wanted. I lay on the hood, glass in hand, and watched sad sack's pitiful attempt at erecting the tent. He is about as useful as a fart in a spacesuit as the saying goes. The bikers had noticed the 'babe on the bonnet' so I let them enjoy the view for a while and then gave them a little wave and a 'come hither' sign. All three of them sauntered across. "Hi guys, could you men get my tent up. Hubby's having trouble with his erection!" I said, best cute smile, breasts pushed forward. I was outrageous. Men just love acting like the hero for poor defenceless women. Suckers! With chests puffed out and macho walks of coolness the guys saved the sexy heroine and had the tent up in no time. I had sad sack paint my pinkies as I lay back watching them work. "There you go, darling!" One of them told me, swaggering as if he had just wrestled a bull. "Oh, that's just so nice of you." I cooed. "You must let us join you for a little fun later so I can thank you properly." Even the stupidest of men couldn't fail to notice my voice was thick with innuendo and he just grinned. "Catch you later." Okay, cool guy, Okay! Now, you really mustn't feel sorry for sad sack. Alright, I know it reads like he had a hard time, but he really did know and accept his place. He was a wimp and accepted I was simply too gorgeous not to take lovers now and then. He quite simply did not have it in him to be top dog and therefore seemed to happily slip into the runt's role in any social situation. My brassy, sassy attitude along with skimpy outfits on my hot body would usually place me at the centre of attention, where I belonged I might add, with sad sack hunched in a corner. I mean I'd talk like everyone in the room was going to listen. Basically I was a bundle of flirty fun and I always got a kick out of humiliating sad sack so it was kind of good match. Sad sack always enjoyed my dominating and humiliating him, even the pain, but he tended to get his pleasure from me masturbating him after the event, rather than at the actual time, as usually the things I would do were overwhelming for him in the moment. So in many ways we were quite compatible. He indulged my sadistic streak willingly and in return he got to relive the most intense experiences of his life as I jerked him off. When I had told him we were going camping he would have fully expected to be humiliated and cuckolded, that's why he loved me so dearly. So, anyway, this is the late seventies, a time of decadence for those in the know. That evening I dragged sad sack over to their tent with a crate of tinnies and a few bottles of wine. The guys were great fun and once everyone was a little tipsy out came the playing cards with a wink and a grin in my direction. They brow beat sad sack into playing poker, took all his money in no time and then predictably suggested he put 'something else' up as a stake. They got quite aggressive when sad sack said he didn't want to play, which I'm sure was just a ruse because they were lovely guys really. But, playing along, I pretended to take the role of mediator and suggested that if sad sack lost, I'd strip for them. Sad sack looked mortified so I gave his hair a little ruffle. "You got yourself into this! You've no one to blame but yourself. Me and the guys are just helping you out!" I told him, my pussy getting wet at the thought of being the centre of lustful attention from four men. The guys hustled sad sack again and the stake was my top. Putting on my best saucy smile I ripped the top completely off with one tug and flung it into the dark and stood jiggling my perky tits as the guys cheered. It was quite distracting for the guys in the next round with my body on full display from the waist up. As they played I'd rub my nipples or stroke my breast and got their attention every single time. Next forfeit was a grope of my fabulous breasts. As soon as the winner was known, obviously not sad sack, I leapt up and straddled the guy and bobbed my breasts in his face. I pushed his face into my breasts and gave them a saucy jiggle. The guy's expression was ecstatic. I leant back a little and lifted my arms over my head so that my breasts were pushed forward for his hands. I gave him a good few minutes to play with my breasts, tweaking my nipples, massaging my breasts and even sucking on them. It was so arousing and I ground my pussy against his torso as he played. "Hey, next round!" One of the guys complained and I climbed off. "Thank you, that was lovely!" I told him, kissing his cheek playfully. I was getting bored with the card game, it took attention away from me, so I called it. "Guys... " I began, arms up, hips swaying in a seductive slow dance, "... we all know my hubby isn't going to win... let's cut to the chase... " I slid a hand down the front of my Levi's. "... I'm bored" I pouted. "I want to party!" Three mesmerised expressions and one destitute one. Such a delicious combination that always brings out the bitch in me. "But... first... I want." (more swaying and provocative dancing) "Hubby to suffer!" I announced, rushing over to sad sack and yanking him out of his seat by his hair. "Come on, guys, give me a hand!" I said, kneeling on sad sack's puny chest so that he couldn't move. "Strip him!" I kept sad sack pinned down as the guys got busy tugging off his clothes. I had completely forgotten that I had made sad sack wear frilly panties that day but the raucous laughter of the guys when they got his jeans down soon reminded me. "Let's peg him out!" I suggested and we carried sad sack, one scrawny limb each, out of the tent and used guy ropes to tie his wrists and ankles and then pegged him to the ground in a star shape. He didn't even try to fight he is such a wimp. "Piss on him!" I demanded, unbuttoning my Levi's to get at my pussy. They looked a little overwhelmed and just stood bewildered by my demand. "Fucking do it!" I yelled. "He's a fucking dork! Who would let their wife strip as a stake in a card came? He's a fucking loser! Piss on him! If you want me, piss on him!" I was screaming at them by now and made a run at hubby's exposed balls and slammed my boot into his nut sack. His stretched out body tensed against the bindings as he writhed in pain. "You're quite a piece of work!" I remember one of them saying, looking at me warily as he unzipped and pissed on sad sack's chest. "His face! Piss in his fucking face!" I screamed, pulling my jeans down over my ass and frantically stroking my clitoris. The guys looked apprehensive and a little scared, but they obeyed. The promise of my fabulous little me can make a guy do almost anything! One of guys came over with his cock out with the intention that I sucked it. "Ah-ah! This girl doesn't do that! If I'm not hot enough to make you hard without me touching you, I'm not fucking you!" I can still remember is incredulous expression, followed by a shrug, as he started stroking his cock. I went back into the tent and stripped off completely. They took it in turns to fuck me, two standing outside while the other one was inside. The cool thing about tents is that sound travels and I made sure sad sack got to hear plenty of orgasmic moans from his wife being fucked by other men. The other thing that really got me off was the conversations the guys outside the tent had as my pussy was being fucked. I can't remember all of it, but my favourite comments were something like; "This bitch is a psycho, but so fucking hot!" "I'd hate to be her husband." "What a woman." "You ever see a woman behave like that? Fucking crazy, man!" I guess I was just a bit too far outside the vanilla for these guys, but they weren't complaining. I fucked all three guys in that tent, hugely aroused by their comments and the image of sad sack lying listening to my pleasure, covered in piss. After the last guy had pleasured me, I snuggled down with him. The other two took my tent, sad sack stayed on the cold ground, naked and bound. As I snuggled him I felt the mingled hot cum of three guys sliding out of my well used pussy. I slipped a finger into the pool of cum and then naughtily popped it into the slumbering guys mouth. That woke him up. He was furious, called me sick, stomped around the tent as I lay, one arm propping up my head, giggling away. I just love pushing men's buttons and I'm fucking good at it! I let him rant away for a while and then talked him into lying back down with me. He lay sulking until he felt my hand start to stroke his cock. "Ssshh baby... " I whispered into his ear. "It's alright... no one needs to know you're a cum eater!" He tried to leap up again in disdain, but I pushed him back with my other hand and straddled his chest. "Now, now... calm down darling... " I gathered up another sloppy load of cum, this time using two fingers and sucked the cum into my mouth. I gave him a wicked smile and leant forward to kiss him. He halfheartedly turned his head away and I slapped him. That shocked him and before he could react my tongue was in his mouth, sharing three men's cum and my own juices in a passionate kiss. He began to return my kiss and I could feel his cock growing stiff again. Men are just so easy to manipulate. I was so aroused at how easily I had turned a stranger into a cum eater. I wiped more cum on my breasts and lowered them for him to lick. He didn't even hesitate and I burst out laughing. That seemed to hurt his feelings again and I had to coax him like a baby to eat the next load I fed him with my fingers. After I'd fed him all the cum from my pussy he was desperate to fuck me again, thrusting his cock against my groin area. I climbed off him, blew him a kiss and wandered off to the other tent, laughing as he called me all sorts of names. I slept between the two other guys and the next morning we let sad sack up and we had breakfast. What a mind fuck I had been to these guys. Sad sack was just humiliated and dejected and went about fixing us all a fry up at my insistence. I think everyone was a little reticent and wary that they had pissed on sad sack, but clearly had been excited by me. There were lots of compliments about how sexy I was and just no mention of sad sack's shame. The guy I had made eat cum and then cock teased was very sullen. "What's up baby?" I teased and he just gave me a black look. I enjoyed my breakfast all the more being able to luxuriate in the atmosphere of confusion, arousal, excitement and shame that I had created. The memory of mind fucking and fucking 3 guys beyond their wildest imaginings is still very sexy for me. I left three satisfied if confused guys behind when I left and then I satisfied the fourth. On the drive home I stroked sad sack to orgasm as he drove, careful of those sore balls. He confessed that the whole situation had been sexy as hell for him and when I told him how I had fed the guy all that cum he just gave me the sweetest, most adoring glance and just the tiniest glimmer of a smile.