My boyfriend and I had made some plans to go camping with a couple of college friends. We always hung out with them on compass and one of their girlfriends we had never met was gonna be there. All in all there was six guys and four girls for weekend trip.

We got beer, liquor, weed, and were all packed and ready to go when my boyfriend decided to go to work instead because they needed help. It honestly made me kind of mad, I underetood but was mad. But he convinced me to go and have a good time. Because I knew everyone and my BFF Jenna would be there

One of the other girls backed out so it was now five guys to three girls. But we were all friends except the gf we never met before. But damn was she dirty. Party girl, always talking about sex. Getting wild and having fun. She was really sweet and helped lift my spirits besides rolling the most perfect blunt I had ever seen.

We make it to our spot. Go hiking, put up camp, drink a bet, swim a bit, then go to camp and sit buy the fire. Drink and smoke. Dance. When new girl busted out some pills. I don’t really remember what they were but I turned it down at first and everyone else popped one. Party girl suggested we play extreme truth or dare. If you didn’t take the dare or answer the question you had to remove the article of clothing the challenger told you too.

My dumbass didn’t think anything about just wearing the shorts and bikini top when dared to jump over the fire. Until it came back around and party girl dared me to pop the pill or take off my top. I was already stoned and drunk, and I didn’t want to take off my top. So I took the pill.

The whole night moved like a blur. Eventually People started asking questions and dares that not one would take so clothes would come off. The top was gone, shorts gone, all I had left was my bikini bottoms. Then the guys started daring us to make out. PG had no problem coming up and kissing me and Jenna. Which was met with hoops and hollers.

More alcohol later PG starts blowing the dude she came with right in front of us and he wasn’t shy about showing off either. Have to admit he was pretty big. She bragged about it. He bragged about how good she was in bed and didn’t give a fuck what people saw. It devolved more and soon Jenna was sucking off another guy. I sat there captivated I must of blacked out because when I woke up. PG was being fucked by her guy and sucking off another! While Jenna was being fucked by the guy she was blowing.

And next to me was one guy I didn’t know well but my boyfriend did, and a guy I thought I knew pretty well. Both kept telling me how sexy I was and how lucky my boyfriend was. They would grab at my breasts, rub my thighs. Pass me the bottle. And after one last shot I was past the point of no return.

I fucked the guy I didn’t know first. And the other guy went and fucked Jenna, because he’d blown a load and took a break. What surprised me was how party girl guided everyone around. Her boyfriend was the third one to fuck Jenna while she fucked the guy she had been sucking.

Once I was done with the first one, PG told me to bring the rester back up. So I went over and began to suck him off. I was in the middle of blowing him when the guy I thought I’d known pretty well pulled my hips back and just began Fu cking me from behind while I sucked this guy off.

But the main event was fucking PG’s boyfriend. He was without the doubt the biggest and the one who clearly had the most stamina. It was a wild ride to be sure. By the end of it we had all pretty much fucked each other. Each girl had been fucked by all five guys. Each girl had snowballed one another. Double teamed. PG got gangbanged. We drank, smoked and fucked the night away.

I ended up sleeping with one of the guys that night in his tent, the one I didn’t know that well . I ended up waking up to him putting my ankles on his shoulders and just pounding away. Day two was probably worse than the first. Got more drunk. Did more pills. Smoked a lot of weed. And basically ended up having a lot of sex. If one guy caught you and were found out you didn’t typically get away.

That night I tried taking three at once but couldn’t do it. But Jenna took it like a champ and PG just kept pushing. It was a wild weekend.

I get home covered in scrapes and bruises from fucking on the ground or against a tree. Sleeping bags didn’t offer much cushion. And most of the time we were smart enough to use the seat cushions. The third day had been pretty slow compared to the first too. Reeling from hangovers and everything catching up to us. Guilt starting to set in as I thought about my boyfriend at home.

The whole drive I was in a panic. The fuck was I gonna tell him? I didn’t want to lose him. But PG just told me to tell him we fell down a hill got banged up. Got poison ivy. And just avoid contact for a couple of days.

Which was made even worse when I got home and lied to his face. Especially when he broke out the engagment ring and had wanted to ask me to marry him on the camping trip.

I bawled like a baby. Hiding my guilt behind tears of joy. I fucked his brains out on the floor knowing full well I had fucked five of his "friends" my best friend and a girl nobody knew.

When he asked all I could say was it was fun and PG was a party animal. But no one ever said a word to him. Jenna was my maid of honor. And all of those guys were apart of his groomsmen. I expected my whole wedding to fall about. I felt so guilty. For our first anniversary I talked Jenna into a threesome with us. Which became a regular thing for a while. I’d find a girl and bring her home to my husband. I did everything I could to make up for the guilt.

It never feels like enough but I will never forget that weekend in the woods. I’m lucky I didn’t get pregnant.