The sun blazed over Camp Campbell as swimming day kicked off, the air thick with chlorine and unspoken tension. Nikki, Neil, and Max huddled in their cabin, shedding clothes in a rush. Neil tugged on his swim shorts—bright blue with cartoon cats paddling across the fabric—and a loose shirt. Nikki slipped into a sleek one-piece that hugged her curves like a second skin, her eyes sharp and playful.
"Neil, those cat shorts are ridiculous," Nikki teased, smirking as she adjusted her straps. "But they scream 'I'm trying too hard to look innocent.' Max, you joining the shirtless club or what? Don't tell me you're getting all flustered over a little lake dip."
Max fumbled with his towel, cheeks already pink. "I... uh, is it cool if I skip the shirt? Feels freer that way." He glanced at them, oblivious to the way their gazes lingered.
"Sure, we're fine," Neil said quickly, voice a notch too high, while Nikki nodded with a wicked grin. "Go for it, Max. Flaunt what the universe gave you."
Max peeled off his shirt, revealing toned skin that caught the light. Neil's mind exploded—*Whoa, he's hot*—his shorts tightening as heat flooded him. Nikki's thoughts mirrored it: *Whoa indeed*, her body already humming with rut-like hunger, pussy growing wet and dripping at the sight. Max, clueless, grinned and bolted for the lake, splashing in with excited whoops.
Later, away from prying eyes in a secluded cove, the trio's restraint shattered. Nikki pushed Max down onto the soft grass, strong and commanding. "You've been driving us wild all day, oblivious idiot," she purred, straddling him. "Time to fix that." Neil joined, his hands roaming as Nikki ground her wet pussy against Max's hardening cock.
She took him first, riding hard and fast, her ass bouncing with each thrust while she panted, "Feel how horny we are? Your cock's so thick—don't you dare hold back." Max groaned, flustered but lost in it, hickeys blooming on his neck from her biting kisses. Neil watched, stroking himself, then swapped in, taking his turn riding Max's cock with equal ferocity, their bodies sweating under the sun.
Nikki claimed Max's mouth with a blowjob between turns, tongue swirling as she dripped with arousal. "Cum for us," she demanded, strong and unyielding. Max came hard, filling her, then Neil, their panting echoing. They took turns until Max's cock was spent and tired, like a marathon runner collapsing at the finish—exhausted from the relentless pleasure, cum dripping everywhere. Hickeys marked his skin as they collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, the lake's waves whispering secrets nearby.
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