Don't Go to the Woods Tonight

I see desire in your wanting eyes

I see your dress undone

I see you look to the distant lights

Hear those engines hum

-- "Don't Go to the Woods" by The Decemberists

Sitting in the desk chair she'd rolled to her open bedroom window, Addison Ross propped her chin on her palms, elbows on the sill. Warm summer air poured into her dark bedroom. Wearing a green crop t-shirt and tight blue jeans, she stared into the darkness through the screen. In the middle distance, she heard the cacophonous roar of powerful engines.

Big Jeeps and pickup trucks skidded around in the dark forest. All had bright, round lights attached to their roll bars. She heard male voices whooping. She wished she were out there with them. She pictured herself bouncing around in the passenger seat while Tyler expertly maneuvered his large, hulking truck amid the trees.

She sighed, reaching a hand down to unbutton her jeans. Moaning quietly, her right hand slipped into her plain white panties. She reached under her t-shirt with her left hand to massage her right breast. Sliding her fingers to cup the bare skin of her mound, she felt her wetness growing. She remembered Tyler's thick cock sliding into her again and again from a few nights ago. She groaned at the memory and pinched her nipple while allowing her other hand's index and middle fingers to dive between her lips and stroke her moist labia. Diving deeper with her hand, she rubbed her clit, her breath coming in gasps. She bit her lower lip, stifling a grunt of pleasure as tingly warmth grew between her legs. She approached the precipice of orgasm, her head thrown back, ready to cum.

A knock on her door broke her reverie.

"Yes?" she said, snatching her hand from her pussy.

She hurriedly fastened her jeans and wiped her fingers with a kleenex from a box on her nightstand. She rolled her chair back to face her desk and switched on the reading lamp next to her open laptop.

"Hi Addy," her father said. "May I come in?"

"Of course, Dad," she said.

Chris Ross stepped in and took a look around. He was a tall, gaunt man with pale blue eyes, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and steel-rimmed glasses, looking every bit his role as the Assistant Dean of Engineering at Stevens College. He wrinkled his nose for a moment. Distant engine noises drifted into the room.

"Wow, it's warm in here." he said. "You look a little overheated. Are you okay?"

"Sorry, Dad, but it was super cold before," she said, struggling to bring her breathing under control. "Plus, I like the fresh air even though it is maybe a little too warm."

"I'll get the HVAC guys to have a look at the airflow in the house next time they're here."

"Thanks, Dad. What's up?"

He nodded toward her window and the distant roaring beyond.

"Hear that noise? I know some of those boys, at least by reputation. You'd be wise not to get mixed up with them. You're barely out of high school. They're juniors and seniors at the college. Most of them have terrible grades, They've all had to repeat classes. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

"Oh, Daddy, what makes you think I have any interest in those guys?"

He switched on the overhead light and pointed to the multiple tracks her chair had made in the pink carpet when she moved the chair to and from the window.

"Oh," she said.

"Were you looking out the window just now?" he asked.

"Just enjoying the breeze."

"There's plenty of fresh air on our screened-in porch," he said with a smile, sliding the window closed and latching it before sitting in the rocking chair opposite her. "Why don't you come down and visit with your old man for a game of Scrabble on the porch?"

"Maybe later," she said. "I've got to finish my résumé tonight so I can take it to Sloan's tomorrow. I'm hoping to get a summer job in their jewelry department before college."

He looked again at the window, lost in thought.

Tapping one arm of the rocker, he said, "I wonder how many hours I spent rocking you in this chair when you were a baby? Especially after your mother..."

Silence hung in the room for a minute as he looked away. Her expression softened.

"Sure, Dad, I'd love to hang out. I'll be down in a minute. Promise."

He stood, kissed the top of her head, and patted her shoulder.

"Sloan's will be lucky to have you," he said. "See you in a few."

When her father closed the door, she looked out at the darkness beyond the window but since the room was now lit, she could only see her reflection. She could neither hear nor see anything going on in the forest. The spell was broken, at least for tonight.

Shaking his head, her father descended the stairs.

"I really hope I didn't smell what I thought I smelled in there," he said to himself.

***

Addison took a seat at a small corner table in the only Starbucks in town, hoping Ethan wouldn't make a scene. He entered shortly after she got her order, an iced chai latte. He was a little taller than Addison at five foot, seven inches, with a ruddy complexion and thick glasses. A pink polo shirt and khakis completed the picture

"Hi Addy," he said, taking the chair opposite her. "What's going on? Your text made it seem urgent."

She took a sip of her drink and set it down. She tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"I think we need to take a break, Ethan"

"What? Why?" he said with a startled look. "I thought we were getting along really well."

She looked down at her beverage.

"We were. I just need some time to enjoy being single before college I guess. There's nothing major. You haven't done anything wrong if that's what you're wondering."

"You're seeing somebody else, aren't you?" he said.

"No, there's nobody," she said, her blue eyes looking into his brown ones. "I'm just going to be really busy with my job this summer and I don't think I need to be with anyone right now."

"Fine," he said, getting up from his chair.

"We can still be friends, right?" she asked, a pleading look on her face.

He turned back to face her and flipped her the bird.

"No fucking way, bitch."

She let out a long breath as he stormed out the door. She waited ten minutes to finish her drink, allowing some time to put distance between them. She strode out, dropping her cup in the trash.

She thought Thank god we never had sex. Like he wasn't clingy enough already.

***

Tyler Adams, Ryan Hill, and Jackson White were hanging out in a window booth at Five Guys, filling up on burgers and fries. The three had been friends since high school. Jackson was five foot, ten inches, with unkempt black hair. He wore a red pocket t-shirt and khakis. Ryan stood about six feet, two inches, with short, red hair and bulging biceps. His tight black polo shirt was tucked into designer jeans. Tyler was a little taller than Jackson, with dirty blond hair and broad shoulders.

Tyler nudged Jackson.

"Hey, bro," he said, pointing. "That's Addy. The girl I've been seeing."

Ryan and Jackson turned to look. Addison was on the other side of the street, walking past retail stores with quirky names, housed in old brick buildings. She wore oversized sunglasses, a sleeveless white crop top, a green skirt that only covered half her thighs, and strappy flat white sandals. She was five feet, six inches tall with B-cup breasts. Wearing no bra, the shape of her nipples was visible through her top. She had an athletic look from being an avid tennis player. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

Tyler shivered in remembered pleasure thinking about Addy's legs wrapped around him the night before.

"Nice," Ryan said, chewing a mouthful of fries. "I'd fuck her if she wasn't the Assistant Dean's daughter. I've seen her around campus."

"For sure," Jackson said. "Look at that ass and those legs. Man, the way she swings that thing. Wow."

Ryan let out a low whistle.

"Nice tits, too," he said. "I'd like to get my hands on those."

"Funny you should mention that," Tyler said. "You wouldn't believe the stuff this girl is into."

"What do you mean?" Ryan asked.

"Well, you know, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Tyler said with a sly smile.

"But you're no gentleman," Ryan said.

"Nope. Latest thing is, she floated the idea of a foursome with three guys."

"She fucking did not," Jackson said, giving Tyler a light punch in the arm.

"Scout's honor," Tyler said, holding up three fingers and trying to look serious.

Ryan leaned in closer from across the table.

"You said she 'floated the idea'. I have to ask how serious floating an idea is with her," he said.

"Seemed serious to me. She said she had a threesome with a guy and a girl her senior year of high school and that it was fun but -- and I quote -- 'not enough cock'".

Jackson leaned back in his seat and popped a french fry into his mouth.

"Damn," he said. "She mention wanting to be airtight?"

"Didn't come up," Tyler said.

"Wow," Ryan said.

"Yeah, I know," Tyler said. "But she's no dummy. Trust me, this girl is whip-smart. Valedictorian of her class, you know? She'd want every guy tested for STIs before going ahead with this."

"You talked about the details of pulling this off?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. Why do you two dummies think I'm telling you this?"

"Whoa," Jackson said, his eyes wide.

"You serious?" Ryan asked.

"As a heart attack," Tyler said.

***

She returned to Sloan's, changed into more conservative clothes, and then took her station in the luggage department. It wasn't as fun as she imagined jewelry would be, but after observing the way the store organized things, she realized they generally staffed the jewelry area with older women.

Later that afternoon, Tyler dropped by with a manila envelope. He handed it to her with a little smile. He wore a tight black Misfits t-shirt, jeans almost worn through at the knees, and a pair of Chuck Taylors.

"Everything check out?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Have a look when you get off work. We're all clean," he said, "and you already got tested, so we're set."

"Are you okay with this?" she asked.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked with a grin. "It might be a lot to handle."

She stood on tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she said, then licked his ear. "I'm counting on it."

"Me too. See you Saturday night."

He gave her a quick hug before walking away.

***

Addison pulled on a pair of gray leggings, a blue t-shirt, and a pair of sturdy black boots. She heard a football game blaring on the TV downstairs. Grabbing her backpack, she opened the window and removed the screen. She dropped the backpack to the ground. The roar of loud engines in the distance made her pussy tingle. The trucks' lights blazed in the forest, beckoning her. She clambered down the gutter beside her window, hitting the ground with both feet. Slinging her backpack onto one shoulder, she marched toward the engine noise.

***

The guys were in a clearing in the forest, slouching against the front grill of Tyler's ride, a brand-new F-150. They were drinking cheap beer and laughing when Addison strode up. The guys stood. She and Tyler hugged and shared a passionate kiss. He had on a Tool concert t-shirt and jeans.

"The lady arrives," Ryan said. "Glad you could make it."

She gave Ryan and Jackson quick hugs.

"Thanks for this," she said. "It's gonna be awesome."

"Hey guys, give me your phones," Tyler said. "You, too, Addy."

"Why?" Jackson asked.

"Once Addy's dad figures out she's not at home, he's going to shit a brick. Right after that, he'll call all our parents and get them to track our phones. I don't know about you, but I really don't want to be interrupted tonight."

"What are you going to do with them?" Ryan asked.

"We're going to stop at the nearest UPS Store, about halfway there," Tyler said. "I'll stick them in a mailbox I rent. We'll pick them up on the way back."

"What if there's some kind of emergency?" Addison asked.

Tyler pulled a flip phone from his pocket.

"Burner," he said. "Nobody knows the number. If we need to make a call, we can. We just can't be tracked."

Jackson shook his head.

"Wow, you really planned this," he said.

"We tried to. Now, follow us," Tyler said as he and Addison got into his truck.

Jackson and Ryan clambered into Jackson's tricked-out Jeep. Jackson revved the engine, then shifted into gear as Tyler and Addison drove away.

***

After a few minutes, Tyler reached over to fondle one of Addison's breasts.

"Mmm," she said. "Nice."

She leaned over, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his stiff cock, giving it a kiss.

He pushed her hand away. She whined in frustration.

"Normally I love road head, Addy," he said. "But I want stamina for the main event."

"Okay," she said with a pout and slouched in her seat.

***

After dropping off the phones, the group continued along a deserted state highway, then turned onto a long, gravel road. They stopped near a camper trailer under a security light on a tall wooden pole. Everyone climbed down from their vehicles.

"Nice," Ryan said. "This belong to your parents?"

"Yeah," Tyler said. "They own about two hundred acres here. They barely use this trailer. "It's hooked up to electricity, water, sewer service, and everything. You could live out here. I've used it when I needed some alone time."

"Why's it parked so far out?" Jackson asked, admiring its sleek lines.

"Mom didn't want 'that ugly thing' in her driveway, so my dad keeps it here."

Tyler unlocked the door and opened it. Standing on the first step, he switched on the interior lights.

"Leave your shoes just inside the door, everybody. It's a bitch to clean gravel dust off of this floor."

One by one, they stepped up to enter and took off their footwear.

"Hey, this is nice" Addison said, looking around the interior.

Nearest them was a built-in black vinyl couch facing a couple of plush vinyl chairs. A narrow coffee table sat between the couch and chairs. Farther down was a compact kitchen. At the far end lay a small bathroom, then a queen size bed with royal blue sheets. Tyler opened the fridge and pulled out a six-pack, tossing cans to Jackson and Ryan.

"Could I have mine in a glass?" Addison asked.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind plastic."

"That works."

He opened a cabinet, extracted a clear tumbler, and poured Addison's beer.

"To a great night," Tyler said, holding up his beer can.

The others bumped their drinking vessels together, then knocked back a swig.

"Nice beer," Jackson said, studying the label.

"Yeah, it's an IPA from a local brewery. They do a great job. Their stout is amazing. My dad always keeps this place stocked with great beer and wine. And one more thing," Tyler said.

"What's that?" Jackson asked.

"Fortitude, my man," Tyler said, holding out his hand, "courtesy of my old man's stash. He won't miss 'em." Three blue pills rested in his palm.

"Boner pills? Seriously?" Ryan said. "We're in our early twenties for god's sake. We don't need those."

"Better to have them and not need them than need them and not have them," Tyler said. "Go for it. They take 30 minutes to an hour to take effect, so let's chill for a while."

The three young men downed their pills with beer.

***

Chris knocked on Addison's door. No answer.

"Addy? You in there?" he asked. No response.

When he opened the door, he found the window open and the screen removed. Addison was gone.

He hurried downstairs, found his phone on the coffee table in the den, and called the cops.

"Hello. Yes, this is Chris Ross. I'd like to file a missing person report."

***

They all sat down, Ryan and Jackson in the chairs and Addison and Tyler cuddled on the couch.

"It's awfully quiet in here," Addison said. "You got music? And can you dim the lights?"

"Of course," Tyler said.

He stood and clicked on the audio system, which had speakers scattered throughout the camper. He set it to a satellite channel with slow, sensual, bass-heavy music, then lowered the illumination.

"Perfect," Addison said, smiling. "I like this."

They finished their beers, then everyone had a second. All the guys were watching each other to see who would make the first move, slightly apprehensive about the pills they'd taken. Tyler took Addison's almost-empty glass and set it down on the table along with his beer can. He kissed her. She returned his kiss with fervor, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ryan and Jackson moved from the chairs to the coffee table. Ryan lifted Addison's feet to his lap and began massaging her arches, toes, and her toned calves. She moaned into Tyler's mouth.

Jackson moved so he could rub Addison's shoulders and arms. Groaning, she broke the kiss and tilted her head back against the back of the couch, eyes closed. She purred when Jackson massaged her scalp.

Jackson looked at Tyler and raised an eyebrow. Tyler nodded and Jackson began giving Addison's forehead light kisses, moving closer to her mouth. Their lips met and Addison sucked Jackson's tongue into her mouth, kissing him hard, she reached up to stroke his face and broke their kiss.

"This is going to be awesome," she said with a smirk.

Tyler smiled back. Jackson and Ryan were both grinning from ear to ear.

"Let's move this to the bed," Tyler said.

"Probably easier if we go ahead and undress," Ryan said. "The bedroom looks kind of cramped."

They hurried to remove their clothing, with Ryan in the lead. While only an inch or two taller than Tyler, with his shirt off he looked even bigger since he was all muscle, with prominent pecs and six-pack abs. He clearly spent a lot of time at the gym. Once his pants were off, Addison could see he was a shower and not a grower. Seven inches of limp, uncut cock dangled between his legs, its base surrounded by neatly trimmed red pubic hair. Looking up to see Addison's wide eyes, he grinned.

"Like what you see?" he asked in a teasing tone.

She blushed, looking up to meet his eyes.

"I -- I -- " she said, stammering. "I just never saw one like that."

"Uncut? Well, now you can't say that anymore, can you?" he said with a smile as his manhood grew in size.

"Fuck," Addison said with wide eyes. "I don't know if I can take that."

"Only one way to find out," Ryan said with a grin as he turned toward the bed.

Tyler's proud erection stood out from his body, twitching with every beat of his heart.

Jackson was as hard as a rock seeing Addison nude. She smiled, knelt, and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She gave him a quick swirl of her tongue before standing and kissing him.

"A taste of what's to come," she whispered with a teasing tone.

As they walked to the bed, Addison took Tyler's hand, squeezed it, and felt the squeeze returned. She tingled in anticipation.

***

Chris stood in the UPS Store with Ryan and Jackson's parents and a few sheriff's deputies. The manager was clearly annoyed at having to open the place after regular hours. Tyler's parents were absent because they were at their beach house in Savannah. They wished Chris the best when he talked to them.

"Boys will be boys," Amanda said, her smile audible over the phone. "Remember?"

Chris blushed.

"Boy, do I remember. Great times, Amanda. Talk to you later."

"Give my love to Addy when you find her," Amanda said.

"Will do."

"Found their phones," one of the cops said, showing the parents the bag Tyler had left behind.

"Any clue where the kids might be?"

"Sorry, Mr. Ross, but nobody saw who put these here and nobody saw them leave. Those kids could be anywhere. We put out an all points bulletin for your daughter, the boys we think are involved, and descriptions of their trucks. All we can do now is wait for something to turn up."

"Dammit," Chris said, then, "Sorry, officer. Not meant for you. It's just frustrating."

"I understand, sir. We'll do our best to find your daughter."

***

Addison climbed onto the bed and beckoned to Tyler.

"First dibs on my pussy," she said. "Come on, Tyler. Warm me up."

He smiled and crawled across the bed. She spread her legs, feet on the mattress, and grabbed his stiff cock.

"Stroke my pussy with your hand," she said. "You're so good at that."

He dipped two fingers in her soaking cunt, then wet his thumb in her juices. He stroked her G-spot with his fingers while running his thumb up and down her labia. She wriggled on the bed as the two other men watched. Tyler, sensing her increasing wetness, applied his thumb to her clit and began a slow right-left motion."

"Oh, fuck yeah," she said, gyrating her hips in time with his strokes.

She came hard, curling up from the bed gasping, crying out, then flopped back. She caught his eye.

"Fuck me now," she said.

"Oh yeah," he said.

He lined his dick up with her dripping slit and entered her slowly, tormenting her with pleasure.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she said. "Give me more."

Once he was balls-deep inside her, she sighed.

"Damn your cock feels so good," she said into his ear.

In and out he glided, slower than she wanted, drawing out his pleasure and knowing she'd eventually protest even though it felt so good. He was right.

"Oh god, Tyler, fuck me hard!" she said.

He knelt before her, his hands braced on either side of her head. He pummeled her pussy again and again. She wailed her pleasure as he fucked her, her legs wrapped around him.

Ryan knelt on the bed near her head, offering his turgid member. She grabbed it and slurped it into her mouth, tasting the precum at the tip of his foreskin-wrapped cock. She found his foreskin fascinating. Slowly drawing it back from the head, she circled his glans with her tongue while Tyler fucked her. Ryan thrust into her mouth as she pumped his shaft with her hand.

Tyler reached the point of no return and bellowed as he shot rope after rope of cum into her tight, slick vagina. Seeing Tyler cum, Ryan roared his pleasure as he filled Addison's mouth with his seed. She choked a little at first because it was unexpected, then she swallowed his load, moaning as he filled her throat.

Ryan fell back on the bed with a grunt. Tyler crawled up to offer his cock to Addison's mouth from the opposite side of the bed. She licked their combined juices with enthusiasm, sucking him back to a full erection in the process.

While she orally tended to Tyler, Jackson entered her pussy. She grunted and wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in as she raised her hips. He gasped, sliding into her. She moaned at each thrust. He built up speed until he was fucking her hard and fast. She screamed climax after climax as he pummeled her cunt, finally reaching his own peak and filling her with pump after pump of his cum.

Ryan found himself hard again and ready to fuck. Kneeling between Addison's knees, she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"Let me ride you," she said, panting. "You're so big."

He smiled. Lying back on the bed, he lifted her to straddle him.

"Take your time," he said. "I know my little guy can be a bit much at first."

"Nothing little about him," she said with a grin.

She kissed him hard, tongues intertwined, as she lined up her pussy to take him.

Gasping as his cock head entered her, she backed off, then took more of him inside her. Millimeter by millimeter, she slowly impaled herself on the largest cock she'd ever enjoyed. Once he was balls-deep inside her, she sighed and kissed him again.

"Fuck, that feels good," she said, squeezing her vagina around him.

"Oh god yes," Ryan said.

He remained motionless, his rod fully engulfed by her.

She rose and descended, rose and descended, again and again, faster and faster. She fucked herself on his prick again and again, gasping and groaning as she filled herself repeatedly, mindlessly fucking herself on his big cock.

Resting for a moment, fully impaled on Ryan, she felt a lubed finger at her rear entrance. She moaned, surprised that it felt nice.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"What do you think?" Tyler said as he slid his lubed finger inside her ass.

"I've never done anal," she said.

Tyler chuckled.

"Until tonight," he said.

"Oh," she said with a sigh of pleasure. "I don't know... But it does feel good back there."

He added another lubed finger, stretching her sphincter and making her moan.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this," he said.

"Go easy," she said.

"Just try to relax. Did you know some girls can cum from just anal?"

"Mmmm."

Tyler lubed his hard cock, then pressed the head against her starfish.

Addison grunted at the intrusion, but distracted by Ryan's thick cock massaging her cunt, she relaxed, allowing Tyler to enter her backside. She moaned in pleasure.

"Fuck, that's nice," she said as Tyler slowly entered her ass.

"Told you," he said.

"I feel so fucking full," she said, gasping for air.

Tyler and Ryan established a rhythm. While one cock was deep inside her, the other withdrew. Then, as they approached orgasm, they thrust together. They filled her completely over and over again until they both came shouting, filling her cunt and butt with their spunk. Feeling their seed, she came again and again, screaming, clutching at Ryan beneath her.

When Tyler withdrew, Jackson took his place in her anal canal. She grunted and humped up against him, inviting him in. Ryan's dick, shrinking, left her vagina. Jackson pulled back on her hips, bringing her to all fours. Ryan kissed her and slipped out from beneath her.

***

Tyler showered, wanting his dick clean for the next round. Ryan rapped on the side of the shower.

"Hey Ryan. What's up?"

"I'd like to shower after you. Also I'm checking in to make sure you're still cool with this."

"Oh def. Why?"

"I mean, sharing your girl with your bros? I don't think I could do that."

"It's what she wanted," Tyler said. "I've been around the block a few times. I know this is not a long-time thing. Addy can be really impulsive, you know? She'll get bored with me before too long, so I figure just enjoy the ride while it lasts."

"I hear you. Still, I don't think I could go through with something like this."

"Like I said: It's what she wanted. Also, I feel safer with y'all than a bunch of strangers. Your turn."

Tyler stepped out of the shower and toweled off, then headed back to the bed.

***

At the sight of Jackson standing by the bed with Addison kneeling before him, giving him the blowjob of his life, Tyler's cock went from flaccid to almost painfully erect in an instant.

"Looks like fun," he said as he climbed on the bed and lay on his back.

"Damn," Jackson said, panting, "Tyler, Addy, this is just incredible."

"Hey you two," Tyler said, "How about you climb up here? Addy, how about some cowgirl action while you blow Jackson?"

Removing Jackson's rod from her mouth, she smiled and stood. Once on the bed, she impaled herself on Tyler and groaned. Grinning as she ground herself on Tyler, she crooked a finger at Jackson.

"C'mon up here," she said. "I want to finish what we started."

As Jackson climbed on the bed and positioned himself, she flattened herself against Tyler's chest and kissed him. They moaned as their tongues played.

Breaking the kiss, she rose up to find Jackson kneeling beside her, his hard cock near her face. She sighed with satisfaction as she slurped him into her mouth, eyes closed.

Ryan emerged from the shower, his cock hard. He grinned.

"Time for the moment of truth, Addy," he said. "You ready to be airtight?"

"What's that?" she asked around Jackson's tool.

Ryan knelt behind Addy and applied lube to her rear hole, then his cock. She moaned as he slid into her easily, now that she'd been butt fucked a couple of times already. Once he was all the way in, he pulled her arms behind her and nodded to Jackson, who grabbed her ponytail and forced her onto his rod, face-fucking her.

"This," Ryan said. "All of your holes filled at once. Like it?"

She squealed, eyes wide, then groaned as she relaxed into the feeling of these three men, focused on her, giving her the ride of her life. She came again and again, squirting onto Tyler, her cries of enjoyment muffled by Jackson's pole.

Jackson came first, shouting his orgasm while pumping load after load down Addison's throat. Ryan followed soon afterward, thrusting hard into her ass as he filled her backside with his spunk. Tyler, overcome by the sounds of sexual gratification surrounding him, rammed into her faster and faster until he, too, roared as he came, shooting thick white stream after stream of semen into her tight, clasping vagina.

After five minutes of climax after climax, she went limp and toppled onto Tyler, breathing hard.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" she said in a hoarse voice. "You guys are the best. Thank you thank you thank you."

Everyone took a turn in the shower.

Addison was about to collapse on the bed when Tyler stopped her.

"Hey, Addy," he said. "Have a seat in that chair by the bed while I change the sheets. I for one do not want to wake up covered in cum crust."

Addison made a face.

"Point taken," she said. "Extra points for the gross way you put it."

Tyler removed the sheets in one fluid motion.

Addison noticed the mattress was covered with a plastic protector.

"Somebody wet the bed?" she asked.

He laughed.

"We just did, only not with piss."

"Somebody in your family a bedwetter?"

"Not that I know of."

He used the pillowcases to wipe up the last of their fluids before replacing the sheets with a black set. Tyler and Addison collapsed on the bed while Jackson and Ryan unfolded the couch to reveal the guest bed, where they soon snored in deep sleep.

At some point during the night, Ryan started awake and realized they'd left all the lights on. He stumbled out of bed, turned off all illumination, and returned to cuddle with Addison.

***

At about seven the next morning, they were awakened by harsh banging on the door, followed by the sound of a pick gun ruining the lock. The door opened with a bang.

"Everybody up!" Sheriff Mitchell shouted as he stepped into the camper. "God, what a smell! I can tell what you all have been doing."

Chris Ross and several of the group's parents stood outside on the gravel. Tyler's family was not present, since they were still out of town.

The camper's inhabitants dressed quickly and descended the steps. Deputies handcuffed the young men.

"You kids care to tell me what gave you the right to break into this camper and have a damn orgy?"

Tyler stepped forward.

"My family owns this land and this camper," he said, staring the sheriff straight in the eye. "These people are my friends. I invited them to party here last night. Do I need to call my lawyer?"

Mitchell squinted.

"You Dan's kid?" he asked.

"That's right."

"I need to see your ID, son." He uncuffed the young man.

Tyler pulled his driver's license from his wallet and handed it to the sheriff.

"Well shit," Mitchell said. "Uncuff 'em all and look at their IDs. If anybody's underage, we have a problem."

The deputies confirmed that the young people were all adults.

"Please accept my apology," the sheriff said to Tyler and his friends. Turning to the parents, he said, "You all made it sound like a kidnap situation or something. Just a bunch of kids blowing off steam. You wasted a lot of people's time."

"I'm going to guess you have our phones," Tyler said.

"Yeah, that's right." He called one of his men. "Duffey! Get their phones."

***

Chris and Addison were quiet on the drive home. Addison spoke first.

"Exactly how mad are you, Dad?"

Chris stifled a smile. He took a quick look at her.

"You know what I was thinking just then?"

"No clue."

"'Like mother, like daughter.' That's what I was thinking."

Addison laughed, despite herself.

"Last thing I expected to hear. Do tell."

"There's a lot of stuff about Jennifer and me that I probably should have told you ages ago," he said. "I never could find the right time to share any of this with you."

She tilted her head, puzzled. This was very not going the way she thought it was going to go. He continued.

"Okay, for a start: until your mother got sick, we were swingers."

"NO!"

Her eyes were wide.

"Oh, yes. Tyler's parents were in the scene, too. We played with them many times. Great couple. Amanda was quite the hottie back then. Still is."

"So what you're saying is..." Addison said with a little bit of a wheedling tone.

Chris laughed.

"Oh, you're grounded, young lady, no doubt about that. But let's just say I understand the need."

"Tell me more about you and Mom."

He winced, then drew a breath. He sniffled, then pulled himself together.

"Jennifer and I were head over heels in love, all the way to the end, but neither of us were wired for monogamy."

"And so?"

"So let me start at the beginning. Let me tell you about the first time I met your mother. At an orgy."

Addison gasped.

"Really?"

He smiled for the first time in a long time, remembering.

"Yes, really."