I Let His Best Friends Taste Me Just to Remind Him Who I Belong To [F23/M50/M50/M40] [anal] [cuck] [mmf bisexual]

I knew I was in trouble the moment the birthday boy, Scott, asked how we met. His voice was slurred, soft around the edges from too much brown liquor, but the question cut through the easy haze like a blade.

We were sitting around the fire, the four of them in beat-up lawn chairs that probably hadn’t seen daylight since last summer, and me perched on a plaid blanket like decoration. My legs were crossed, drink in hand, back warm from the flames. I was dressed too nicely for the woods — that was intentional. my tits bursting out of a lacy white corset and my jeans hugging every curve on my body. Jay hadn’t told me it’d be just the guys. I think maybe he didn’t want to see what I’d do when I found out.

“We met at a bookstore,” I said, with a smirk and no explanation.

That earned a laugh — low and disbelieving — and someone muttered, “That ain’t what he told us.”

Jay shifted beside me. Not much, just a quick repositioning of his drink, a glance I could read like a flashing red light. He was getting nervous. Not for me, but for himself.

He’d been their golden boy once — rich, divorced, reckless — the one who paid for everyone’s dinners, the hotel suite, the weed. His life was more put together than theirs, but barely. And I could feel the balance of power tipping as they watched us. Watched me.

The one across from me — the quietest one, the one who hadn’t said much all night — leaned forward and said, “She real pretty, Jay. You always did have a type.”

There was something in the way he said it. Not admiration. Not quite envy either. Just… interest. Like I wasn’t a person but an opportunity. A dare. And Jay didn’t like that. He drained his drink, stood too fast, and tugged gently at my wrist. “C’mon,” he murmured, too softly for them to hear. “Let’s go inside.”

But I didn’t move. Not yet. Because I could feel the question hanging in the firelight, unspoken but pulsing:
Was I his girl, or was I fair game? I didn’t move. And when Jay tried to tug at my wrist again, I pulled it away. Gently. “Sit down,” I said, to him this time. “You brought me here. Let’s all enjoy it.” The air thickens.

The birthday boy who asked about my tits? He’s watching with open curiosity now.
“You serious?” Jay asks, voice a little hoarse.

I turn to his friends. “Y’all ever had a girl too pretty to touch?” The quiet one, Nick, muttered, “Only every damn day.” Someone laughs.

The air grew thick as I slowly unzipped my corset, watching as all their eyes widened. Jay, Scott, and Nick. They couldn’t look away, not even if they tried. Jay’s lips parted, his gaze not leaving mine as I exposed my skin to them, the corset falling just enough to reveal the curve of my breasts. My nipples hardened, the cool air against my skin only making them more inviting. *Chocolate chips,* Jay used to call them, and I knew he was remembering that feeling. The last time we were together, hours ago, he'd begged me to keep them for him.

Scott's breath hitched, his eyes raking over me like a hungry predator. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice low, thick with whisky. The more he drank, the more I saw that dangerous glint in his eyes — the kind that told me he wanted more than just to *look*.

I arched my back just enough to tempt them, but my focus stayed on Jay. He looked torn, desperate to claim me but just as much terrified of losing me to the others. I picked up the whiskey, took a shot, all the while keeping my eyes locked on him. I felt the heat building between us, but it was more than just physical. It was the tension of *ownership* — the kind of tension Jay didn’t know how to control.

As I set the bottle down, Scott’s hands slid up my back, slow and possessive, his fingers tracing the lines of my spine. His eyes flicked over to Jay — looking for permission, for some sign that this was still *his* night. But all I saw in Jay’s eyes was hunger. A possessiveness so raw that it almost made me laugh. The way he looked at me like I was a treasure he had every right to, even though I had already moved past him in my own way.

I leaned down, close enough to Scott’s ear that I could feel the heat of his breath. “All this for my birthday?” he whispered, his words thick with want. But there was no real question in it. He knew what was happening. He knew I wasn’t just here for him — not anymore.

Jay cleared his throat, the sound sharp, almost too loud in the otherwise quiet night. But I wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. I wasn’t paying attention to any of them except *me*.

I slowly slid my body off of Scott’s lap, teasing the space between us, before standing up and walking around the fire. They followed me with their eyes, the three of them lost in the rhythm of my movements, each of them unable to look away. The firelight flickered, casting shadows that made me look like something they couldn’t have but wanted desperately.

I made my way over to Nick, who gulped his own beer nervously. he was so cute. Salt and pepper hair shaved close to his head and a stubbly beard - would no doubt feel so good on my pussy. I inched closer to him, until I could feel his breath on my collar bone. I breathed in the smell of his cologne and immediately felt myself aching for his cock - how big was it? could I fit it all in my mouth? I kneeled down and rubbed his thighs, looking deeply into his eyes to try to see how I could please him. He let out a week exclamation and the other men laughed. I glanced at them while rubbing Nick's cock through his pants, "y'all won't be much smoother"

Nick's cock grew under my fingers and I started salivating - he was so big. I bit my lip and grinned at him, barely able to keep playing coy. "Can I put it in my mouth?" I asked him, knowing he would barely be able to take it. I felt this cock jump as he nodded, not able to speak. As I unzipped his pants, I met eyes with Jay and Scott again, Jay still scowling and Scott beginning to stroke his own dick. I pulled Nick's big white cock out of calvin Klein boxers and immediately put it down my throat - gagging on it felt so good. For a moment I acted like it was only us. I moaned as his balls hit my chin and I stroked his entire shaft, hoping he wouldn't cum too fast - I needed him to fuck my face so badly. He cried out in pleasure, and I couldn't stop sucking as he finally did cum in my mouth. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and jacked him off on my tits, he moaned the entire time.

Nick was still breathing heavily, eyes glazed over, watching me with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

I took a moment to let the quiet settle around us, enjoying the sense of control. I wiped my lips slowly, meeting Jay’s gaze. I turned to Nick, rubbing his cum on my tits slowly, then asked him "Did that feel good?"

Jay was standing off to the side, his expression a twisted mix of jealousy and lust. He still couldn’t look away. His muscles were tense, his jaw clenched. I had never seen him so *lost*.

Scott’s eyes, however, were softer. More curious. He had been watching me the whole time, but now there was something different in his gaze. Something less desperate, more focused.

I crawled closer to Jay, my movements slow, deliberate, making sure they were all watching. Each step I took made them more unsure, more eager. I didn’t need to touch them to make them *want* me. It was already happening; in the way they watched me — the way they hung on every motion.

“Are you going to let them have all the fun, Jay?” I teased, my voice low and playful, even though I knew the tension in the air could crack a man’s resolve in seconds.

He swallowed, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for me, pulling me into his lap without a word. His lips were on mine almost immediately, demanding, but still holding back just enough to keep me guessing.

Scott moved closer too, his gaze darkening as he watched Jay’s hands on me. The three of them — so different yet drawn to me in a way they couldn’t understand.

I pulled away just enough to smirk at him. “You all think you’re in control, but it’s me that decides how this goes.” My voice was teasing, but there was power in it. I turned around in Jay's lap and put his hands on my breasts, facing Scott and Nick. They stared at me, ogling, mouths open, almost in a trance. lifted my legs in the air and slowly parted them, my wetness making a noise that riled us all up. Jay instinctively reached around me to squeeze my clit between his index and middle finger - my pussy jumped at the familiar touch. I'll admit, Jay was more than a sugar daddy to me. He made me feel ways that no one could, this moment included. So even though he might've been uncomfortable, his knew to pull my fat pussy back so the boys could get a lick - he knew what I liked.

It was almost like they knew what I liked too - wordlessly, they both began to lap at my pussy, their tongues overlapping each other and neither of them wanting to share my clit. Jay grunted in my ear, hating seeing other men taste me but delighted at the sound of me cumming. After lapping at my pussy like he'd never eaten, Scott eventually moved his efforts down to my asshole, swirling his tongue at the entrance before sticking it in. Despite myself, I moaned loudly in pleasure. Nick began sticking his tongue in my pussy hole and the rhythm became too much - lost myself in how good it all felt. Jay said in my ear, **“They don’t know you like I do.”** His voice was low, tight, half-possessive, half-awed. I could feel the tremor in his breath as he gripped my pussy harder, pulling my pussy lips back and growling.

I tilted my head just enough to glance back at him, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. “Then show them,” I whispered. “Remind them whose girl I was first.”

Something in his gaze flickered — that mix of pride and jealousy, craving and resentment. But more than anything, I saw *desire*. The kind that threatened to undo him if he didn’t act fast.

Jay hoisted me up by my hips, Scott and Nick finally pulling back, breathless and glassy-eyed. His cock, heavy in his hand, pressed against my ass hole with purpose — not just lust, but *statement*. “Isn’t she fun, guys?” Jay said, smirking — but there was something more behind his eyes. A dare. A warning.

They didn’t answer. Not with words. Scott was still catching his breath, lips swollen, eyes low. Nick had leaned back, hand over his heart like he needed a second to come back to earth. But neither of them looked away. They were transfixed.

Jay’s hands gripped my waist tighter. He began to slide his cock up and down both entrances, not to enter but to remind everyone exactly who had been there first. Who knew how to draw the best from me. He tilted his head, watching them. “You ever seen anyone this perfect?””

Scott and Nick just stared, Scott clumsily fumbling towards his hard cock. I opened my mouth and tilted it towards Jay as I guided his dick into my ass. I loved when he filled me up, and I couldn't help but scream in pleasure immediately. I worked his cock into my ass, enjoying every minute of it as he held eye contact with Scott and nick respectively. After a while he slapped my ass then started to rub my pussy again. "this is my pussy" he groaned, like it was just for me to hear but it was fine if Scott and Nick heard too. He then locked eyes on them as he continued to pump his huge cock in and out of my ass.

"Come lick her pussy," he told scott. Without hesitation, Scott scrambled over to me, mouth open and eager. He began to suck my clit uncaring of Jay's balls hitting his chin. "Come here," Jay said, motioning to Nick."Lick my balls." Jay said. Nick paused, taken aback and out of the trance for the first time. "What?"

Jay stopped fucking me and even Scott paused for a moment. Jay pulled his cock out of my ass and spanked me, urging me to stand up. I scurried nearer to the fire and Scott followed my lead, both of us watching Jay as he moved closer to Nick. Nick stayed sitting as Jay towered over him, dick swinging. "You don't want to lick my balls?"

Nick cleared his throat and looked up at Jay. His expression was still that of awe, but confusion. "I mean... I don't think so?"

Jay reached forward, running his hands through Nick's hair before grabbing his head tilting it up to meet eyes with him. I felt my pussy throb. Jay’s fingers stayed tangled in Nick’s hair, not pulling, just holding — grounding him, testing him.

“You sure?” he asked again, voice low, almost gentle now. “You’ve been watching me fuck her like you wanted to be inside her yourself. Don’t act shy now.”

Nick’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He glanced at me — still flushed, still catching my breath, still watching *them* with hunger — and then back at Jay.

“I just…” he began, voice husky, unsure. “I didn’t think that was part of this.”

Jay chuckled — not mocking, but real. “It wasn’t,” he said. “But maybe it is now.”

There was silence for a beat — the fire crackling, Scott’s hand brushing against my thigh, his eyes locked on the two men.

Nick finally nodded, slow. Careful. “Okay,” he said, barely more than a breath.

Jay leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping so low I could barely hear. “Good boy.”

Nick opened his mouth and took Jay into him. He looked unsure at first but immediately took the dick in his mouth like a natural. Jay groaned in pleasure, looking down at his friend swallowing his cock in the glow of midnight. "I knew you'd like that," And Nick definitely did. As he swallowed Jay's cock, he arched his back, eventually ending up in doggy style with Jay's cock deep down his throat. Scott and I watched hungrily, my hands finding Scott's cock through his shorts. Finally, Jay came loudly into Nick's mouth while Nick moaned, loving something he never knew wanted.

Scott froze for a second, caught between being the last to join and being too turned on to care. I gave him a slow smile, then reached up to tug his waistband down just enough to expose the weight of him.

“No reason at all,” I murmured. “Let’s fix that.”

Jay stepped back, watching now, pleased and wrecked all at once. Nick was still on all fours, panting quietly, his mouth glistening and his eyes hazy.

I turned to Scott, rising to my knees, pressing against him. “You’ve been so patient,” I whispered. “Wanna show me how grateful you are?”

Scott's mouth parted like he was about to speak, but no words came out. Just a breath. Just a nod.
I pulled his shorts down and took his cock into my mouth with his boxers still on. Not too big, but nice enough. He moaned loudly, unsure of what to do with his pleasure. I pulled his cock out of his boxers and gestured for Nick to come near us. Nick slowly raised from all fours and came to stand next to Scott. I took his cock out too, stroking it while keeping eye contact with him. I took turns putting both of them down my throat while staring at Jay. He grinned lazily, stroking his cock. He eventually meandered over to us and grabbed my head from behind, making sure I choked on each cock. After a while I leaned back, trying to decide which of my sugar daddy's friends I'd fuck first. Nick really was so cute - a few years younger than them, still some purity left. Scott was Jay's age, both of them a hardened 50 with wives they hated, eager for pussy that made them feel wanted.

I crawled over to the blanket once more, positioning myself with my legs open and gazing at the three men (now boys in my presence) as my pussy dripped. "Scott." I said.

Without hesitation Scott hurried towards me. He spit on my pussy then leaned down to slurp it up one last time before clumsily shoving his dick inside of me. I guided him, bucking my hips but letting him think he was the one fucking me. I let him cum inside of me and then fixed my gaze on Nick. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him innocently. He nodded excitedly.

I turned to Jay. "Will you clean me up?" He grinned, wordlessly crawling towards me. He licked up every bit of Scott's cum, finishing up by giving my clit a quick kiss. "All yours," Jay said to Nick.

Nick creeped towards me with much more hesitance than Scott had. I laid him down on the blanket and straddled him, rubbing his chest. I made my way down to his cock, hard and thick, and guided into my tight black pussy. He'd been so patient, and he felt so good. I got on my tip toes and began to rock back forth, making sure that his wait was worth it. "I'm about to cum!" He yelled. "Not yet," I said, grinning. I pulled his cock out of my pussy and guided into my ass, then began to do the same motion. His eyes bulged - I knew he'd never done anal before, and I was excited to always be his first memory of it. The sound of Jay and Scott jerking off combined with the sounds of the woods made both me and Nick cum right away - I moaned as his cum filled my ass.

I collapsed on top of Nick, breathless, his chest rising and falling beneath me like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. I kissed his neck lazily, still tingling, still pulsing. Behind us, Jay and Scott were catching their breath, each of them watching me with the kind of reverence that made me feel like something sacred. Like the fire, I was still burning.

The scent of smoke and sex lingered in the air, thick and heavy, wrapping around us as the night deepened. A breeze blew through the trees, brushing over our skin like a reminder that we were outside—that we’d done all of this under a velvet sky, surrounded by woods and shadows and stars.

Jay tossed another log onto the fire, the flames crackling higher again. The light danced across our bodies, golden and flickering. I sat up, my skin glowing with sweat, cum, and satisfaction.

No one spoke for a while. There was no need.

Eventually, Jay said, voice low and knowing, “Well… we still got all weekend.”

Nick laughed, a little dazed. Scott pulled out a joint from his sock, lit it with a shaky hand, and passed it to me first.

I took a long drag and exhaled slowly, looking around at my boys. “I hope y’all like camping,” I said, smiling. “Because I don’t think I’m done with any of you yet.”

The fire popped.

The forest listened.

And the night was far from over.