Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Her tongue lapped me and danced circles carefully around my clit as I inhaled sharply. I was sore but it felt so good.

  I bucked my hips slowly against Jenna’s mouth. The she began dragging her lips down my right leg then kissing back up from my hipbone to my breast. I arched my back and before I knew it, my entire lower body was shaking.

  She ran her hands up and down my smooth legs, kissing up and down my thighs. Jenna moved her mouth closer and closer to my most desired place and when her lips brushed against my slit, I gasped and gripped the handicap bars along the sides of the stall. I felt her tongue circling me gently.

  “Aria,” Jenna said.

  “Yes,” I asked impatiently, looking down at her with flushed cheeks.

  “Tell me when I do something that feels good,” she said, leaning back down and tracing my vulva with her tongue.

  “You are! Keep going,” I said, agreeing with her. Jenna then placed one of my legs up on her shoulder. Every time I moaned, I punctuated the sound with a sharp press of my teeth. My whimpers caught in my throat. Only moans escaped, pretending to be my voice.

  “Wow, have you done this before?” I moaned curiously.

  “Maybe once or twice, but it's all about you right now,” Jenna answered, leaning her head back down.

  My breath took sharply and I closed my eyes and let the feelings flood over me. I needed the release and her mouth was easing my soreness. She was gentle yet firm. Jenna brushed her soft lips up against my clit once again, tracing my honey pot with her tongue.

  “Ohhh my godddd...” I let out a long moan.

  “How are you doing?” Jenna leaned up and asked, backing away from me.

  “Keep fucking going!” I squealed again grabbing her head and pressing it back in to my wetness. She was teasing me, but I needed it now more than ever. She had me under her control.

  I pressed tighter into her lips and ground my hips into her. Jenna allowed her tongue to go beyond my outer rim, breaking through my lips. She was tongue fucking me and I couldn’t control my moans any longer. It was coming and coming fast. She attacked me with a vengeance and I dearly hoped no one walked in on us, but I couldn’t control myself.

  “That’s it, don’t stop. Don’t stop! It’s amazing! Oh my god, I've been missing out.” My entire body convulsed.

  Jenna continued to pleasure me with her mouth and my body soon lost control. I gripped Jenna’s hair even tighter. I still had one leg over Jenna’s shoulder and I stretched out my other so it rested on the handicap bar.

  “Oh my god, I’m cumming...” I cried again. I shook violently, humping her mouth with sharp direct pulsations, trying as hard as I could to get enough pressure against her lips. Over and over the waves crashed against me. All my inhibitions flooded away until I crashed over the crest of the wave. I closed my eyes tight and felt alive.

  Jenna continued to lick me until my legs stopped shaking, and my body began to ease its convulsions. She kissed my thighs soothingly. I was blushing. She grinned a brilliant, hungry grin as she readily caressed my thighs, bringing me back down to reality.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up. I think it’s time to get back,” she said, as she helped me stand. But before she unlocked the stall door, she took my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly on my mouth. I returned her kiss with violent passion and ravished her tongue when it penetrated my mouth. I could taste my sweetness on her lips. It was very hot.

  When we stepped out of the stall, Caitlyn and Carmen were standing there grinning and started clapping intensely. They gave us a stunning round of applause.

  “I think that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Caitlyn said. My face turned eight shades of scarlet.

  “Guys, leave her alone. She needed that,” Jenna said, as she helped me over to the sink and cleaned me up.

  “That was fucking awesome! Can I do you next?” Carmen exclaimed.

  “Maybe later,” I said half-heartedly.

  “Fuck, I wanna do her, too!” Caitlyn said.

  “Later,” I said, again rolling my eyes.

  We finished cleaning up and stepped out of the restroom, still patting parts of our bodies off. Just then Pierce moved around the corner.

  “Aria, how are you holding up?” Pierce asked as I bumped into his chest.

  “Okay,” I said. But my voice gave me away.

  “What’s going on between you two?” he asked.

  “Well, we were just…umm…well…I…ah…” I hesitated.

  “He’s gone completely out of control. Did you two break up?”

  “Wait…what are we talking about?” I asked.

  “You and Avery. I’ve never seen him like this. What did you think I was talking about?” he asked.

  “Oh…umm…nothing. I think he’s just paying me back for the firemen’s prank and maybe leaving with Dorian last week.” Pierce hugged me and I lowered my head to his shoulder.

  “I’m sorry. I just feel like I’m messing everything up,” I said.

  “Talk to him,” he urged.

  “He won’t hear me. He has Genevieve and Jezebel to keep him company.”

  “Christ, Aria, this is getting fucked up. You’ve got to get it under control.”

  “I’m the one tearing us all apart,” I answered. I choked back my tears and stepped back toward the ballroom and right into Avery. I breathed in his cologne and felt his arms around me again. Hope filled my eyes but when he backed away, it came crashing down.

  “Pierce, time to get back,” he said. I was a fool. For a split second, I thought he was there for me. Once again, I had it all wrong. He was looking for Pierce, not me. I lowered my head and stepped away so that he wouldn’t see my pain.

  “Aria,” his voice croaked. I paused but couldn’t turn around to face him.

  “You look beautiful out there, Kitten,” he breathed.

  “Thank you,” I said softly. I turned to tell him that I was so sorry for everything but when I finally looked up, he was gone and already making his way back to the poker table. God, I missed him.

  Genevieve and Jezebel didn’t look pleased that he spoke to me. I really hate those two.

  Not to mention Dorian had a clear view of the entire exchange. He just sat there staring at me, flipping a poker chip through his fingers with one hand, and sipping his drink with the other. I sucked in a deep breath and cleared my head.

  “Aria, you want to win this don’t you?” Jenna asked as she stepped back up to me.

  “Yes, now more than ever,” I said dryly. Jenna leaned in closer.

  “Then stop fighting your feelings. You want both men. Fine, deal with it as it comes.” I stared at her like she had just lost her mind. She giggled and stepped closer.

  “Ride those feelings. Don’t hold back. Let them take you where you want to go. This place is to fulfill fantasies isn’t it?” I nodded, not sure where she was going with all of this.

  “What’s your biggest fantasy, Aria?”

  “I don’t know right now. My head is too messed up.”

  Jenna stepped behind me in her high heels and short red mini dress and brushed her fingers down my arms and back up again. “You’re using your heart instead of your body. Close your eyes,” she whispered seductively in my ear. “Imagine Avery and Dorian taking you at the same time.”

  My eyes fluttered open and I smiled widely at her as she winked and sauntered away. I watched her hips and her heart shaped ass as she strolled through the crowd like the tigress she was. Damn she was sexy.

  I knew then what I had to do to win this. I would close off my heart for tonight and let my fantasies take me away to paradise.

  Round 5

  The next vibrator that Colt put on was called The Rotator. It had different speeds and spun like a toy top with short and quick thrusts. The timer buzzed and we were off. Wow, is all I could say.

  The bike tilted from side to side as all the girls started screaming. We were all sore and felt like we were having our insides fucked out at the same
time we were on a red-hot roller coaster.

  The bike lurched and jerked forward then it would rise up and sharply drop a foot in height. This time Jezebel was thrown off and Caitlyn followed her.

  Each bike whirled in circles and started spinning slowly at first then picked up speed. But as soon as I became accustomed to one direction, it would sharply halt and spin back in the opposite direction. Claire flew off followed by Tallulah, until finally they were all thrown off, it was over and the machine spun to a stop. I leaned forward to catch my breath and felt the vibrations as the motor idled. Potato… Potato… Potato…Potato.

  I climbed off once again and Jenna was right there with another Alabama slammer. By this time, even though I was off the machine, the room was still spinning.

  Nadia was over by the trashcan getting sick. Even though she had ice flowing through her veins, the spinning was too much for her. Even though Diego Gaines was the wealthiest man here, he was forced to fold since Nadia couldn’t go on.

  Jezebel was having a hard time also. I watched as she cramped up toward the end. I could tell from her face that she wasn’t okay.

  Avery went to her side to make sure she was all right, but called it and signaled for help. She whimpered as Travis carried her away to the nurse. Four riders down, five to go.

  Ethan dealt Dorian another two cards and I heard him raise the pot another fifty grand.

  Round 6

  Colt helped me up on the machine once again. I don’t ever recommend riding a Harley naked, it’s uncomfortably hot, even if it has been turned into a Sybian.

  All six of us remaining girls were exhausted. Even Caitlyn, who was abnormally built for such an event was having a tough go of it, and she was stronger than I was.

  Wren was given the signal from Ethan again and the bikes whirled into action. This time Wren cranked it up to level five at the start. There was no time to adjust. The rotator was still pounding my pussy into oblivion. I had used up a half bottle of lube already.

  We lurched forward and back, then side-to-side and then Wren upped the power to level six.

  Tallulah yelled she couldn’t take it and off she jumped. Genevieve wouldn’t take her eyes off me, but I did my best to ignore her. I just kept my eyes focused past Avery and Dorian and kept them locked on Jenna. I was feeding off her positive energy.

  But then Wren wasn’t out of his bag of tricks just yet. I felt the temperature begin to rise in the vibrator. I was like the seat warmer in a new Jeep Grand Cherokee. It was quickly warming past the point where I could tolerate; No girl likes a red-hot poker in her vagina.

  “Oww,” I finally bellowed and hopped off the Sybian, followed by each of the girls, one at a time, until only Caitlyn was left. That girl’s vagina was probably numb from all the hardware she had down there. It wicked away the heat.

  This time Tallulah backed out. The hot vagina treatment was too much for her. She went up to Chet and demanded he fold. He glared at her but he had a lousy hand anyway, so he folded. They made their way over to the bar even though she was still nude. She refused to put her clothes back on until her vagina cooled off. I sympathized with her.

  Colt came up to me and offered me an ice cube out of his drink. I quickly took it, held it up against my pussy, and sighed in relief.

  Round 7

  “They saved the best ride for last,” Colt said. “This one is called the Corrupt Angel. Wren invented it just for tonight.”

  Sean came over to see how I was doing and I hugged him, I was so glad to see him. Sean was my first threesome with Sara and I smiled, remembering all the wonderful things he did to my body this past summer.

  “Are you ready for the last round, beautiful?” Sean asked.

  “I’m ready,” I replied.

  “Here, I brought us a shot. It’s called the Corrupt Angel. Wren came up with it.”

  “I’m sensing a theme here. First his tattoo, then the vibrator, and now a shot?” Both Colt and Sean looked at each other and broke out in laughter.

  “It’s his tribute to you,” Sean said. He’s in love with you, don’t you know that?” I glanced over at Wren who winked at me and grinned just as big as he could. “He worships the ground you walk on.” I scrunched my eyebrows.

  “Somehow I knew that,” I laughed. “He’s crazy.” Wren was watching as we both did our shot, and then Sean retreated to Wren at his master control panel. Wren was still grinning as Sean related the story of what he told me. Wren just kept nodding and smiling.

  Colt finished attaching the Corrupt Angel to my Harley and then he lifted me aboard. The ripples on the vibrator weren’t as bad as they looked. It was quite a bit larger than the others and was pretty close to as big as I could take without tearing my vagina.

  After the bets were made, Ethan gave Wren the signal and once again, we began to ride. Straight away, Wren began to tilt and lean the Harley’s, starting the ride at level five and quickly climbed to six…then seven.

  I was holding on for dear life. I gritted my teeth as I lurched to and fro.

  Once it got revved up, the Corrupt Angel really amplified the sensations. It fired short electrical jolts up into me, shocking my pussy.

  Both Claire McCoy and Carmen Harlow jumped off screaming and grabbing their vaginas in pain. Then the pulsing and vibrating began. I could feel each one pushing up into my vagina in waves of electrical energy.

  The seconds ticked by as this ride grew in intensity. We were spinning and lurching, driving backward and tilting up. Then just as quick, it would list to the right side and then spin only to stop abruptly, tilting down. With every change of direction, and with every jolt of electricity, waves of equally intense energy would shock my pussy.

  I pushed my head back and succumbed to the feelings of the pleasure and pain the machine was giving me. The only way through this was to force my mind to drift off to fantasy.

  So, I closed my eyes and imagined I was with Avery, and beside him was Dorian. I was the Corrupt Angel, and the temptation I felt between them was pure sin. I let my thoughts take me away…

  I imagined I was on top of Avery. He took the place of the vibrator and pushed himself inside of me. His eyes radiated with love and lust. Dorian came from behind and I trembled from his touch as he cupped my breasts. I rushed to kiss Avery as Dorian’s naked body engulfed me from behind. I was getting my wish. I was getting what I always wanted. Avery picked up his pace and I moaned. God, he felt good. Dorian kissed my temple and leaned me forward. I was straddling Avery, kissing him harder because I knew what was coming next. I wanted it more than I ever wanted anything before. Dorian knew when I always needed more. He knew my body just as well as Avery did. I felt him pour the lube over my back entrance and I pushed back against his hand. He moaned then pushed his finger inside me to help me accept him. Avery thrust harder, and I moaned louder.

  “Rub your clit for me.” I felt his heated breath in my ear. I reached down and did what I was told. Then Dorian slid slowly into my backside. I bit my lip and accepted all of him. Avery paused for a second to help me acclimate to the pleasure and pain of both of them. Then they started moving together in harmony. Like a beautiful symphony, they worked me together as if I were the Lacrimosa, in Mozart’s Requiem. My body wanted more. I moved up and down trying to get them both deeper. I was trying to get them to fuck me harder. The intensity and the feel of each man overwhelmed me when my orgasm erupted. It flooded over me like the gates of an eternal fountain overflowing its brim. The tidal pleasure crept over me like the waves of a giant tsunami. Repeatedly, against a rocky shore, it lapped me, beat me, and eroded down my insecurities, until finally my eyes sprang open.

  The Sybian halted. I was the last rider. All of the other girls had fallen off in pain. The entire room came to a standstill. Over three hundred people filled the ballroom now and every one had stopped to watch my victory ride. They had all witnessed my orgasmic fantasy as if I was mighty Aphrodite on top of mount Olympus. Then applause erupted across the room. It must have bee
n some performance to watch.

  Dorian stepped to the Sybian, helped me down from my Harley, and slipped a short silken violet robe, with the Camp Paramore logo on the front, around me. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Dorian gushed. “What were you thinking about during that ride?”

  “You don’t want to know,” I whispered.

  “Come again?” he asked.

  “Oh, nothing,” I said. Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me harder than I’ve ever been kissed before. I was still breathless and reeling from my fantasy. Avery was right. I was insatiable, even if he’d only said it in my dream. I heard the sound of Avery clearing his throat behind me and I turned towards him.

  “Do you fold?” Avery asked. I blinked in confusion. Dorian stiffened.

  “Not bloody likely, mate,” he smirked. I watched a silent standoff between them as Dorian linked his fingers through mine and led me back to the table.

  Ethan dealt the remaining players their cards.

  “I see your twenty thousand and Avery, if I win, I raise you Aria spending an entire night with me. A night of my choosing,” Dorian said, tapping on the table with his right hand. Avery looked down at his cards.

  “If I win, I’ll see your raise of Aria spending the night with you against $500,000 payable by you,” Avery answered. Holy shit!

  “Done,” Dorian replied. “I’ll call.”

  “That’s it, gentlemen. Betting has ended. Prepare to show your best hand,” Ethan said, reeling in their nonsense and nodding to Pierce.

  “Riders, great job,” Pierce said into the microphone. “You are all sexy as hell to watch.” Laughter pushed through the crowd. “Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Dealer, let’s see their cards,” he encouraged.

  “Gentlemen, the Englishman with the million dollar smile has called, please show your cards.”

  Rhett Denning went first and laid his cards on the table. “Two pair, Queens and nines,” Ethan said.

  Next, Casper Dobbins laid his down. “Flush, all clubs, ten high,” Ethan continued. Then Chase Taylor went. “Full house, Kings over eights. Mr. Taylor takes the lead.”