We had an orgy at summer camp.

Dear Diary,
Last night was the sweetest experience of my life, and I don’t mean that figuratively. Sweet as in explosions of the tastiest flavors that have ever graced my taste buds. Gushing streams of strawberry-mango goo that dripped down my chin and onto my chest. Cream-filled lollipops that burst blue-raspberry and white-cherry onto my tongue. It was a night of sugar-fueled, coma-inducing, flavor-filled debauchery. And it was so perfect that it happened here.
Last night, we had an orgy at camp.
It started out innocent. A Candyland themed dance party where everyone dressed up as their favorite sweet treat. A six-foot-two pack of Skittles with thick arms swung the most beautiful Gummi Bear I’ve ever seen around the dance floor. A few Jujubees danced on stage to Formation from Beyonce’s Lemonade album. There was a breakdancing lemon-lime Ringpop doing backflips and headspins, surrounded by a sickly sweet circle of all my gustatory childhood memories. But after a few songs a sort of euphoria fell over the crowd. Along with a slightly sticky mist.
I may have been the only person that even noticed a vague scent of cotton candy in the air as the mist seeped up through the floorboards of the chow-hall-turned-dance-floor, and in through the windows, past the Camp Burton sea kayaking and archery trophies emblazoned with past campers’ names. I felt that something had changed. Something was coming that this camp had never seen before. Something that this camp had never felt before.
After letting go of my wonder surrounding the mist, I waddled my way out onto the dance floor in my pool-floatie Lifesavers costume and bobbed up and down to the beat. Pretty much the only motion I could make surrounded by inflatable tubes of air. The next five minutes I can’t even begin to explain in a way that doesn’t sound like I’m lying. It was almost as though we became the candy we were wearing. Not in shape or size, but in scent and color. And as we all learned, in flavor too.
I looked down and my costume had disappeared but my skin was now covered in little rings of color. I brought my forearm to my nose and aromas of green apple, cherry and orange flooded my nostrils. I licked a purple ring on the top of my hand and it tasted like the fresh blackberries I picked earlier on the trail. I looked up and saw I wasn’t the only person who had come to this realization. A guy with licorice ropes wrapping all around the contours of his body plucked a little piece from a girl’s cotton candy hair, stuck it in his mouth, and then immediately kissed her. Two guys, one with polka dotted skittle-like skin and his back pushed up against the wall, the other with rainbow bands in horizontal stripes around his body and a hand on the other guy’s abs, sucked on each other’s faces until one began to go down on the other.
I was so caught up in the awe of what my eyes were absorbing that I didn’t even see a tall, skinny, beautiful girl with dark brown circles and mint leaves on her skin approach me from the side and lock her teeth around my left earlobe. I should have been alarmed by this random act of deviance but a wave of pleasure reverberated from my earlobe down the side of my neck, around my head, past my shoulders and shot out through my fingertips and toes. I turned to her and we immediately locked lips. Her taste was overwhelming. Like a sweet Peppermint Patty that tingled on my tongue.
She pulled her head back and smiled at me. Then looked down at my waist and smiled even bigger. I was as hard as the strongest jawbreaker you’ve ever wrapped your teeth around. She dropped to her knees and grabbed me by my cock without even saying a word. She stroked me a few times and then licked the tip, the same tingling now at the very end of my dick. She opened her mouth and swallowed me whole, sinking her lips all the way down to the point where dick met torso, and then as she pulled her head back, she used her teeth to graze the skin on top and bottom. When she got to the head she wrapped her tongue around it like a hammock.
My body was shaking at this point. I could barely support my own weight. I grabbed her underneath her arms, picked her up, and deposited her onto the table next to us. She lay back and splayed her legs out so that I could get a better look. She ran her fingertips down her breast, past a mint leaf that curled around the bottom right side of her belly button, and then pushed a finger inside of herself. She pulled her finger out and used it to motion me to come closer. It glistened in the light of the disco ball.
I stepped forward but was immediately pulled back by a hand wrapped around my throat. The hand belonged to a guy two inches taller than me who smelled of Sour Patch Kids. He pulled me backwards until I fell against his chest and pushed my head to the left and bit my other earlobe. I could feel his cock against my butt cheek and his abs on my back. I hadn’t been touched by a guy like that before, but I liked it. I wanted it.
Miss chocolate mint had already found a new friend and I watched as this new girl climbed up on the table and straddled her face. This girl was covered in what appeared to be little popcorn tattoos and there were waves of butter dotted with M&M’s flowing over her shoulder and across her upper chest, onto her right breast. She spread her knees wider so that her pussy came down and rested on the other girl’s lips. She recoiled from what I can only assume was her first feel of the tingling sensation of Miss chocolate mint’s magical tongue.
I reached back and grabbed the nape of the neck of the guy behind me and pulled him forward with me toward the two girls. Miss mint’s legs were still open toward me with her butt spilling over the edge of the table so I pushed my cock inside of her. She moaned but the clitoris on her tongue muffled it. I thrust myself into her over and over while the sour patch kid kissed my neck and slid his hand down my back and between my butt cheeks. He latched onto my hip with his left hand, licked two fingers, and slid them into my ass. He spun his fingers around so that the pads of them pressed hard against my prostate and made me feel like I was going to piss inside of the girl.
I was in complete and utter sensory overload at this point so this part I can only explain as an out of body experience. I have these memories of floating out of my body and up near the rafters of the dance hall. I floated over the sea of bodies covering the floor. Every single one of them lost in complete ecstasy. There were Jolly Ranchers eating out Tootsie Rolls. Blow Pops blowing Itsakadoozies. There was a group of six guys masturbating around the Gummi Bear girl and when she told them they could cum, each of them ejaculated a different bright color of sticky goo that I assume tasted as good as it looked. Then I looked back at myself.
I now had the sour patch kid bent over the table, fucking him in the ass while the other girl sat in front of him and squirted buttery cum all over his face. Miss mint sat on the back of the sour patch kid, masturbating and kissing me while I fucked him. I came back into my body right as I came deep into his ass. The room exploded with moans and screams around us as everyone climaxed all at the same time. Then everyone that had been standing collapsed to the floor, on top of the bodies already there. We lay there for a long time, stroking each other’s hair and backs in one giant cuddle puddle. And then we all fell into a deep sleep.
We woke up the next morning, back in costume, as if nothing had even happened. We looked around at each other as people yawned and stretched and lifted their heads off of each other’s chests. But we never talked about the orgy. The only hint of what had happened was a slight sweet scent of cotton candy lingering in the air.
Thank you to all my Camp No Counselors Seattle friends for the love. I know you all wanted to finish with me… But there’s always next year.
