Soggy Biscuit Gone Wrong: 50 Girl Orgy

By Sophie Sin

"Boys, I propose we throw an orgy on these dirty young cheerleaders," he says. We listen. Us beasts, the camp counselors, drug dealers and orgy organizers, this is what we do. "But there's 50," Brad whines. Jack grins and puts up his hands. "I have a plan," he says. And a plan he has. 50 girls, 5 men, 1 wayward whore and a competition to see just how debauched the human soul can become!

This is the third book in the Love Triangles Series. You can find the next book, Doctors and Nurses, at an e-store near you or the complete four stories in the Love Triangles Collection.

Thanks for reading!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Aug 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301095131

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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Soggy Biscuit Gone Wrong: 50 Girl Orgy

Love Triangles #3

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2013 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This book is a short work of around 5000 words. If you would like longer, filthier material then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing 7 stories plus bonus works). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

Sophie's Message:

I have such fond memories of camp, don’t you? The days spent wet in the lake. The days spent engaging in water sports. An orgy in the middle of the evening. You know, normal things that 25 year old women do at cheer leading camp (wink, wink).

Also, because I know you really wanted to know this: Everyone is over 18 and consents to all the wondrous sexual perversion that occurs within the pages of this short story. Disclaimer provided. =)

Camp Counselor Bob And The Biscuit Team

FUCCCCKKK!!! Brad screams, completely missing the biscuit and coating Ted's arm in slime.

Bastard, look at that shit. It's on my fucking arm.

Brad just rolls his shoulders and looks at the bowl, which the biscuit is placed in. He doesn't give a flying fuck what just happened to Ted's arm or how gay that just was. The man only cares about the hard rush of rocket fuel running through him.

Pass the coke.

Eddy, the camp drug dealer, hands over the bowl and looks down at his worn out cock.

I don't think I can put out another load, he tells the six other men in the dark room standing around a broken, dirty bowl with a biscuit that was plain flavored before six men coated it in slime.

It's cool. I got the juice right here.

Jack, tattooed and just out of prison, lets loose over the biscuit. Cum flows out of his fat cock so firmly that the biscuit is soon lost in a hazy mix of stale cum.

Been a long time, boys. That hit the spot.

They all look to Jack. The man intimidates everyone that he meets. His bald head, jail tats and a tendency to rough up anyone that gives him shit makes him quite the camp