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JUNIOR CAMP M/f pedo
by Ozman
WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!
*
SUZANAH
Of course being the youngest I get pushed around by the rest of my family
who are the most embarrassing bunch of utter zombies I've ever known. The
worst thing that ever happened to me was my finding out that they were all
going along to my first church camp; my dad as supervising elder, my mum
as
a chaperone, fourteen-year-old sister Sam, brother Matt, thirteen, and me,
Suzanah, twelve. We kids were all just campers and I think my siblings were
similarly pissed-off at the presence of our parents. It seemed that Sam had
experienced something odd during her first camp two years before, something
which had thrilled her, but she wasn't saying what. I'd briefly thought
of
'miracle' and 'revelation', but then realized that things like that didn't
happen to true cynics like sister Sam.
I don't know how it happened, but I finished up in the same dormitory hut
as Sam who was as disgusted as I about the situation. Fortunately I was far
removed from her at the new chums end of the hut with six others of my age,
although, except for one, not up to my degree of development physically.
I
had filled out as much as Sam and she hated it, having been skinny and flat-
chested at her first camp, then a salmonella scare had kept she and Matthew
away the previous year and she seemed rather nervous about getting together
with her original cohort again.
Being a lot less convinced about the protestant myth and practice than
my
parents, I found the amount of religious study a bit much. I mentioned this
to Lesley, one of the newer girls, who was of a similar mind and, after two
boring days of bible bashing, decided to wag off and explore the woods
in
the vicinity of the camp. I felt at ease with Les as she too had developed
a rather nice little bosom and bottom, so would be understanding, I thought,
about my similarly prominent physical attributes. During a movie about some
missionaries in the darkened classroom I felt Lesley's hand on my thigh and
looked at her, but she stared intently at the screen. One agile finger slid
beneath the elastic legband and touched the fine fur on my mons veneris.
My
heart was pounding with both fear and anticipation, I had often played with
myself despite the dire warnings about insanity and blindness and resultant
guilt, but this felt different, more intense and exciting. To show her that
I didn't mind her attentions I parted my legs to allow her easier access
to
the portal to my secret, feminine part, jerking at the thrill of her finger
on my clitty and inside the entrance to my moist quim. 'Oh Dear, Dear Lord,'
I thought, 'I'm in heaven.' She kept working on my clitoris until I felt
a
tingling in my loins, before a sudden rush of pure, uncontrollable pleasure
as I came violently. Of course I was noticed and had to simulate a coughing
fit to cover my condition.
"What's wrong?" our tutor asked nervously.
"Asthma Miss," Lesley told her straight-faced.
"Do you have a 'puffer'?"
I nodded weakly, actually a true indication as to how I felt then, so the
two of us were sent back to the dormitory to get it. I was told to lie down
and rest until lunch and Lesley to look after me.
"Jeez Les," I said to her as we walked down to the huts, "I thought I was
going to faint when I came."
"I didn't mean to go all the way like that, I just wanted to see whether
if you liked it or not. When you did I wanted to see what would happen."
"Have you done this before?"
"No, but I read about it and I wanted to do it so I had to find somebody
who would do it with me."
"So where did you read about it?"
"In some sex books in my dad's shed. Some of the stuff is a bit wierd.
I
don't really want to have sex yet, but I like to play with myself in my bed
and the idea of having sex with a girl seems pretty nice to me right now."
"You want to have sex with me?" I asked in surprise, but not offended
as
I found myself strongly attracted to Lesley.
"Only if you want to do it."
"I don't know," I said slowly. "I haven't really thought about doing
it
with a girl, but it did feel nice when you diddled me before."
"So?"
"Okay, I'll try it, but you've got to promise to stop if I say so."
"I promise," she told me sincerely.
Just then my mother looked in, but finding me 'recovering', told me to
go
back to my class when I felt up to it. Since Les had been sent down to look
after me, we 'understood' that she'd stay too, giggling unrestrainedly when
we realized that we had our liberty and a plausible excuse if challenged.
After lunch we hid in the girls' ablutions block until things were quiet,
then snuck off into the woods, through a stock-fence and out into the wide
world. There was a road somewhere nearby, but we could hear only an odd car
passing, but not see through the thick forest. We found a path and followed
it down to a stream, then until we halted abruptly at a precipice where our
brook disappeared into space. From one side we could view the waterfall and
the six naked teenagers frolicking in the deep pool below it. As we watched
the two girls took a boy each and lay back on their towels, legs wide apart,
as the boys lay on them and vigourously pumped their buttocks up and down.
It was too distant to see detail of the activity, but we instinctively knew
that what we were seeing was sex.
We watched fascinated until a boy saw us and pointed us out to the others.
They all waved and called, even the girls, for us to join them. The fuckers
got up and the other two went down on the girls to pump their bums too.
"Oooh, how slutty," muttered Lesley disapprovingly. "I can imagine having
it off with one boy, not two though."
"They keep saying that sex goes with love, but that looked like a game,"
I told Les. "It's funny seeing people being free like they were, like there
were no rules."
It was a bit embarrassing being there and we weren't about to go down,
so
we went back upstream until we found a deep pool through a fissure between
two giant boulders. It was beautiful in there with a shaded overhang on one
side, sunny on the other and ferns and a big tree; our own secret garden
of
Eden.
"I'm dying to go in," said Lesley, sounding a little unsure. "Do you mind
if I go in nuddy?"
"No," I snorted, "I am."
"Truly?" she asked while I already had my runners off. I'd had to share
a
bathroom with Sam and sometimes Mum, so physical modesty wasn't a hurdle
I
needed to jump.
She watched hesitantly while I quickly stripped off my uniform of yellow
polo shirt, sport skirt, brassiere and cottontails, then dive into the most
surprisingly chilly water and swam across to emerge on the rocks on the far
bank. Lesley followed to perch alongside me with her palid figure shivering
noticably.
"You know," she told me, mirroring my thoughts. "This is how Adam and Eve
would have felt, so deliciously free and wonderful, before God came around
and ruined everything just because they wanted to know stuff. Things really
haven't changed for us since then."
"Yeah," I agreed. "I don't want to grow up like my Mum and Dad, believing
all this stuff. I'm not going to anyhow, I've decided."
"It's so-o-o-o nice to meet someone who thinks the same as me," she said,
embracing me tightly and flattening our pale, young titties together while
she pressed her thigh to my crotch and put her lips to mine.
Our first kiss was chastely closed-lipped, but when her tongue found its
way into my mouth and probed I felt an electric thrill at the contact. Oooh
Christ! It felt so wonderful and, adding to my delight, it felt so wickedly
sinful to experience a proscribed carnal activity. I reached my hand down
to Lesley's rather more hairy crotch and found her vulvar cleft and clitty
which I diddled for her pleasure as she clung to me, sighing hotly into
my
ear, her entrance feeling hot compared to the rest of her body.
It was over quickly when she climaxed violently, her shaped nails clawing
painfully at my buttocks and shoulders, gasping and convulsing with ecstasy
and her quivering body clinging to desperately mine.
In due course we swam back across the stream and warmed ourselves on the
water-burnished boulders of the bank like large, white lizards, then, as
we
became hot again, moved to a shaded, grassy patch below. Les was on hands
and knees as she crawled above me and leaned down to kiss my mouth with her
tongue finding mine once more, thrilling us both.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I enquired ingenuously. "I never
knew it was like that."
"I've never done it before either," she told me. "I've just read about
it.
It works just like they said though."
She moved further forward so that her white, hemispherical breasts were
above my face and leaned down again to kiss my tits, then suck one tingling
nipple between her lips. It felt wonderful and I lay there trembling at the
delicious feelings which invaded my entire being, then returned the favour
by nibbling at her fully distended, pink cones of pleasure and sliding one
hand between our quivering bodies to diddle her clit above my head. I heard
her sigh and gasp, like me, at the exquisite sensations she experienced
as
we drew each other to languid, blissfully convulsing climax once again, our
sweaty bodies flushed and completely rigid with sensual overload. Oh Jesus,
it was just so voluptuous and sinful!
We just lay there alone with our thoughts after another cooling dip until
Lesley kissed me again, moving her lips down to my bosom and then my navel
as she fingered my pussy. I had my thighs apart to facilitate her access
to
my crotch, but I didn't quite understand what she was about when she rolled
between my legs and applied her mouth to my cunt. It was so gorgeous having
someone diddle my distended clitty with her tongue, press and circle, then
delve deep inside my vagina to wiggle it about. I just couldn't control
my
hips which pushed upward and rotated against her face of their own volition,
much more energetically than I made them move when I played with myself.
"Oooh shit!" I cried emotionally. "Ooooh God!"
With that I went absolutely stiff and trembled before being hit by a long
series of completely uncontrolable convulsions of intense erotic pleasure
until Lesley's tongue on my clitty was just a bit more than I could bear
so
I begged her to stop.
"Christ Les!" I gasped sometime later. "That was so-o-oo good. You really
can't imagine how spectacular it felt."
"I've got a pretty good idea," she grinned. "Come on then, it's your turn
to do it for me."
She kissed my mouth again and I discovered, from her moist lips, how
my
pussy tasted to others. Sliding out of her embrace I put my mouth over her
vulva and protruded my tongue as deeply into the slit between her prominent
inner frills as I could. It smelt warm and moist and feminine as I exposed
her little pearl of pleasure with my fingers and ran my tongue up to press
it down with a circular motion, tweak it between my tongue and teeth, then
squeeze and pull with my lips. She rolled and rotated her bottom and pushed
her hips upward to shove her thrilling twat hard against my face in a state
of delirious pleasure.
Suddenly she cried out and her body went completely stiff as she quivered
between the intense spasms of pure pleasure which racked her flushed figure
again and again. She'd been pressing my face down into her snatch with her
thighs, but was suddenly desperate to get my tongue away from her crotch.
"It's too much!" she gasped. "I feel like I could die from pleasure when
you do that."
We snuck back into camp for showers and dinner, but found that nobody had
noticed our absence during the day, so it seemed that we might just as well
continue our truancy.
That night I discovered what had brought Samantha so eagerly back to camp.
After lights-out, several girls from the third and fourth year cohorts came
down to our end of the hut where they removed a decorative, cast iron cover
from a wall ventilator. All of us watching on were warned to be dead quiet
before a male sex organ appeared through the gap in the wall; not a flaccid
little dick, but a hard and horizontal penis which jumped and jerked in the
soft glow of the nightlight. Anne Nicholls, a fourteen-year-old, third year
camper known as a bit of a goody-goody-girl, came forward and knelt before
the cock and took it deep into her throat. My eyes boggled at the sight and
I felt Lesley's hand grip my arm as she gasped at Anne's newfound skill
as
a felatrix; in retrospect she'd obviously had coaching in cock-sucking from
someone expert. We saw her shoulders jerk, apparently from surprise, before
ostentatiously licking and swallowing the surplus semen from his penis and
her chin, her face flushed hotly from both pride and embarrassment at being
watched so closely by others.
Sandy Cooper and Corrine Manning came forward in turn to see to two other
stiff dicks, both bravely swallowing down the warm semen in a whole-hearted
display of solidarity with the girl who'd gone before. There was a pause
in
proceedings before Sally Jenner went out to see to something, returning
to
hold up three fingers to those who'd understand the signal. Somebody rapped
the wall before an erect dick came into view and Deirdre Hogan got her lips
around it, sliding her closed hand along its whole length as she sucked and
licked the superior sized zoob, appearing to thrill with the sudden rush
of
semen as he came unexpectedly.
"Okay, who's next?" whispered Carrie Samuels, the ring-leader, and Lesley
pointed at me.
"Right," grinned Carrie, "dobbers first."
Les looked momentarily embarrassed, but went forward to a newly proffered
dick, a nice, big, thick cock in fact, to stretch her young lips around its
girth and take in a good half of a sixteen centremetre length, then emulate
the others' sucking, rubbing stimulation of the cock. My heart was pounding
with the excitement of anticipating a first sexual act as I viewed Lesley's
busy gobbling of an anonymous penis, feeling both fearful and joyous about
my own initiation to heterosexual activity. It seemed to be a rather longer
step than the one that Lesley and I had already taken.
It looked to me that she was taking more and more of his cock as the time
went on, most of its length vanishing between her lips at each long stroke,
until she too was caught unawares by the sudden, unheralded gush of creamy
male fluids into her mouth. Swallowing hard and taking a big breath through
her nose, she coughed slightly before going on with the task of sucking his
balls dry.
As I had sensed to be the case, Carrie pointed at me to indicate my turn.
Being the only one in the group not to have tried it eased my fears, but
I
was a little put out at a mere twelve centimetres of pink penis protruding
through the portal. I would really have to pucker up to suck it, I thought.
Mind you, it made it so much easier to get it all into my mouth with just
a
finger and thumb encircling the root of his prick, rubbing energetically
as
I sucked and tongued the glans and shaft. The unseen guy and I had a little
difficulty in synchronizing our movements, but I was ready for him when
he
came with an easy-to-manage squirt of warm semen.
After that evening both Lesley and I were keen to try 'real' sex, with
a
bloke, but it wouldn't be until the following year's camp that we'd even
be
considered. Fortunately, we knew there were some hot and horny dicks within
walking distance and we trekked to the disused quarry to see if there were
suitable guys down there, although they'd obviously decided we might return
and had hidden to surprise us.
"Hi yuh," said one as we peered over the rock precipice at the seven kids
below us.
Les and I nearly crapped our knickers with fright as the three older boys,
all looking to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up from behind
boulders to more or less surround us.
"It's okay girls," said the good looking, brown haired bloke named Brett.
"We won't do anything to you, but you're welcome to be in our gang. You saw
what we do here yesterday, but no one has to do anything until you're ready.
So how old are you?"
"Fourteen," lied Lesley as I said, "thirteen."
"Same as Cheryl and Melissa," said Brett, then introduced us to his mates
Rollo and Bill. "Why don't you come down and meet the others. You can go
if
you don't want to stay."
I looked at Lesley and she shrugged. "It's why we came."
"Why?" asked the solidly build Rollo. "Are you thinking of joining as our
shag-bags too."
"That's for us to know and you to find out," she told him.
"Have you done it or are you virgins?" Brett asked forthrightly.
"Virgins," I nodded self-consciously.
"But we know how to suck pricks," Les put in. "And I think I'll try going
all the way now."
"What d'you reckon Suzy?" Brett asked me.
"Will you do me?" I enquired and he nodded.
I could scarely believe that I'd just asked such a spunky hunk to take
my
virginity. And he'd agreed! I was finally going to do it and become a woman,
as I'd overheard my sister telling a girlfriend, knowing how it felt after
tasting the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge, as they'd put it
in
Sunday school.
Down around the pool the five boys, all around the same age as the others,
waited with the two girls that we'd seen the day before, both apparently
as
young as we were. Introductions were made all round and boys paired up and
joined a girl to complete a threesome for the immediate future. I got Brett
and Bill, both hunky, so I was more than a little pleased with myself while
they undressed my blushing form before stepping back, like artists, looking
over their handiwork.
"Nice little tits," murmured Bill, cupping my boobs from behind, the feel
of his warm, hard prick in the cleft of my bottom telling me that he'd shed
his shorts as Brett was doing in preparation to take my cherry.
It had always seemed like such a big deal before, but in that situation
I
felt happy at the prospect of accommodating several of the guys during the
day, so long as it didn't hurt too much.
"So when's your period?" asked Bill.
"I just finished one," I blushed at such a personal matter.
"When?"
"Monday," I told him.
"Oh okay, that's cool, only two days. No need for a frenchie yet."
Brett came to embrace me before lowering his face to mine, his hot tongue
sliding between my lips to find mine before we explored each others' hungry
mouths, our excited trembling making it difficult to stand and we sank down
on the soft grass. He kneeled between my open, eager thighs before lowering
himself over me to take his weight on elbows and knees, then probing at
my
little vulva with his big, red knob.
"Show him where to go," he told me.
I drew the swollen glans up my dewy slit before locating it right against
my tight portal.
"In there," I whispered coyly.
I felt him bear down firmly on his hips as the pressure against my tight
entrance steadily increased until his engorged knob seemed to pop inside
me
just a bit. He continued to push until I felt a quick twinge of pain and
he
was suddenly even further inside me as something gave way. He withdrew only
slightly before pushing forward once more, repeating it twice more to shove
into my sheath to the hilt.
"You okay?" he asked me.
"Fine," I replied, although I had a not entirely unpleasant sensation
of
being stretched and filled with his solid cock. "You feel so huge inside
me,
but it didn't really hurt when my maidenhead broke."
He began to move his bottom in such a way as to slide his cock in my cunt
with longer and longer strokes until I knew his full length was coursing
in
and out of my newly opened vagina in a deliciously sensual rhythm, his flat
belly slapping noisily on mine as I strained my body upward to meet his hip
thrusts. In a moment he seemed incapable of restraint and pumped his bottom
like someone possessed, leaving me unable to respond to the violent ramming
of his penis in my pleasure pouch. He soon stiffened in orgasm and held
me
tightly in his arms as his body shook and jolted climactically, then pulled
his penis from my poor pussy.
"Oooooh no-oo!" I cried in disappointment, feeling momentarily cold as
he
arose from me.
Bill immediately replaced him and I felt happier again as he inserted his
cool cock into my grateful vagina and began thrusting fiercely as I met him
stroke for stroke. I was by then the one at the point of climax, a tingling
in my loins growing ever more insistent until I could hold it off no longer
and suddenly went involuntarily rigid as he rammed his thick cock deep into
my belly and squirted a little warmth as we were both overcome by a series
of ecstatic convulsions. In retrospect I couldn't actually imagine a better
introduction to sex.
As our bodies and emotions cooled I looked over to see Leslie lying there
with a guy on her, both kissing rather slack mouthed and she with tears
on
her cheeks.
"Oh Jesus it hurt," she told me frankly when I joined her. "You?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "It really hurt me too."
*
Lesley healed quickly and we didn't attend any more religious instruction
due to the pressures of our social life outside the camp boundaries. All
in
all we discovered that there were at least fourteen boys and five girls who
took part in the casual sex sessions at the old quarry or, in winter, in
an
unused hayshed on an abandoned property nearby.
Like the other girls we quickly became adept at fitting condoms on pricks
with both our hands and mouths. I'd always thought that it would be really
embarrassing, but it became fun in the atmosphere of casual sex rather than
serious romance. Only Celine showed any interest in sex with another female
when the subject arose, later trying it with both Lesley and I, then one
by
the rest succumbed to our wiles and found they all enjoyed the way in which
a female made love with them.
We accommodated all the boys and did it with all the girls, demonstrating
interesting differences in the way in which the two sexes enjoy sex and how
heterosexual boys absolutely abhor the idea of having physical contact with
another of their gender. I think that Les was a little more drawn to girls
than I, but thoroughly enjoyed a good penile rogering, nevertheless.
Every day we went down to the quarry where we lay on the grass as all the
guys there, anywhere from eight to fourteen of them, came to try our sexual
favours. It never got to be a chore as they generally came so quickly that
it took as many as five in a row to make me come too, so we were both well
acquainted with the concept of the gangbang by the time we left for home.
Back in camp there seemed to be a lot of clandestine, nocturnal sex being
partaken by the older chicks, including my sister who'd given up her cherry
during the first organized defloration of that camp. Since then most of the
others who'd wanted to had accommodated their first prick and were sexually
active whenever an opportunity presented itself. Sami had been leaving the
dormitory in the wee hours with Tara Schultz and a couple of others to take
part in sexual assignations. Normally I'd have been envious of her, but the
vague ache in my bruised pubic mound following that day's shagging, left
me
sated and ready for happy slumber.
One afternoon we were approached by a rather diffident Hilary Boucher who
was, I'd been led to believe, the camp 'goody-two-shoes'. She was very near
her sixteenth birthday, her figure only capable of description as nubile
at
least, or voluptuous to be entirely accurate about the matter.
"Hi," she greeted us quietly. "I know you're a bit young, but I'm looking
for two others to visit the end room with me tonight. You do know what goes
on in there, don't you?"
"Yeah," chuckled Lesley. "You older chicks lose your cherries in there."
"And?"
Les looked at me, an eyebrow raised in enquiry.
I shrugged.
"Look, we need to talk it over, okay? When d'you need to know by?"
"No later than five," she told us and walked away with drooping shoulders
and a sad expression.
I don't think she thought we'd agree.
"I vote yes," giggled Lesley. "It'll give us another in for sex, in case
we get caught on our normal day. Our luck can't last for ever."
I agreed and we caught up with Hilary before she got back to the dorm.
"We're in," I told her. "What'll we do?"
"Meet us at the showers after the movies, okay?"
It was still an hour to lights out when we got there and crammed into the
somewhat larger cubicle reserved for any disabled or injured campers. I was
surprised to see that the other two prospective first time fuckers were Amy
Turlick and Meredith Bloom, both seemingly imbued with spiritual fervour
in
their daily demeanour, but giggling almost hysterically at the imminence
of
their defloration. It seemed that they were all keen to lose their cherries
before becoming legal at sixteen, so that that they could boast that they'd
done one illegal thing during their childhood.
Hilary produced a pair of ancient dressmaking shears and suggested we all
strip for the first part of the ritual; shaving our pubic hair. She got Les
to sit on the seat, thighs spread wide, as she snipped off most of her hair
and lathered her prominent mound to carefully shave it clean. Meredith got
to work snipping my curls when I noticed Hilary curiously touching Lesley's
new, shiny smooth mound and darker vulva before they changed places.
Hilary's bushy brown, pussy curls were soon lying on the floor before Les
got to shaving her smooth, finishing with a flourish and passing the safety
razor to me. Hilary made no move to close her legs and Lesley moved forward
slowly to poke her tongue inside the slit between the pink, inner frills
of
her vulva. Hilary clutched at her hair, pulling Lesley's face hard against
her crotch as the other licked at her swollen clitoris, causing her to gasp
and sigh at the unwonted pleasure of another human sexually stimulating her.
With a loud, passionate moan she came, unashamedly standing to embrace Les,
kissing her without reserve.
"Oooh, that was too cool, Lesley. Is sex with a guy any better than that?
If it is I'll be right out of it for a while after it's over," she grinned.
"They reckon it is," Lesley answered lamely when she got into position
to
to receive Hilary's tongue in her cunt and I felt Amy's tentatively probing
at mine as I trimmed Meri's reddish muff.
Despite the sexual sidetracking we eventually managed to complete the job
at hand and take our second showers that evening before heading back to our
dorm. An hour after lights out I was shaken and led to the normally locked,
end door where I was met by a couple of the older chicks in the empty room.
I sat on the chair they indicated as they put earplugs in my ears and blind-
folded my eyes before wrapping my head at ear and eye level with an elastic
bandage. My robe and pajamas were taken and my blushing, nude person led
to
the adjoining room where I was embraced by a much taller guy who stroked
my
body and massaged my buttocks.
Even through the covering around my head I was able to discern that I was
in total darkness and checked to discover whether or not he too was blinded
like me. He was so I felt less inhibited about stroking his erect penis and
squeezing his bottom in return. My dad always wore Old Spice deodorants and
aftershaves, so it was my favourite cologne and my dream of being made love
to by a guy smelling that way, was about to happen.
I let him lead, having a strong feeling he was quite a bit older than me,
as he pushed me back on to a mattress on the floor where I spread my thighs
expectantly, but instead of a penis, I felt a mouth at my willing vulva.
He
sucked and nibbled and tongued at my clitty until I could bear it no longer
and exploded into orgasm, lying there convulsing as he crawled above me
to
prod at my vulva with his knob. I held his cock and tightened my sphincter
muscles as he attempted to enter me, eventually yielding with a cry to keep
any listeners happy.
It was a wonderful fuck, by far and away the best I'd experienced up 'til
then, teaching me that I still had much to learn about the enjoyment of sex
in all its forms. While I'd used much sexual energy during the day, I was
still able to take pleasure from every single movement he made to share his
enjoyment with me. I don't know whether or not he really thought that I was
a virgin, but he did treat me with a tenderness which suggested that he did.
However I did get quite excited in the closing stages and joined him in
a
furious gallop to the finishing line of orgasm, crying out once again as
I
was transported by wave after wave of ecstatic sensation violently jolting
my rigid body as he gripped me in a death-like embrace.
Later I was released from my covering and taken back to my bunk-bed where
I slept through to wake up.
A few nights later we gave in-house sex another try, but I got a mere boy
and not a lot of fun. After that we were admitted to the in crowd who could
have nooky with anyone we fancied at a thatched picnic shelter in the bush.
Our dorm seemed to be all but emptied of campers between eleven-thirty p.m.
and two-thirty a.m., with Hilary making up for lost time during the closing
days of that camp. Being such a good looking and well endowed girl the guys
lined up for her while she enjoyed the feeling of being so desired and made
every effort to please, working out well for all concerned.
Lesley and I went down twice to entertain a couple of guys each, but were
usually just too tired after a day at the quarry with our new friends there.
I asked her why she thought that they conducted the initiation fucks in the
manner they had, but it quickly became clear that I'd been the only one
to
have been masked, Lesley having enjoyed a vigourous sexual interlude with
a
happily lecherous Ray Odell who was as maskless as she. The obvious seemed
too awful to contemplate, so I didn't, while Les promised never to mention
it again.
*
JOYCE
I was quite enjoying camp as I hadn't been to one since my teenage years,
but because of the complete segregation of the genders, I totally missed
my
husband's presence in my bed of a night and our regular, tender lovemaking.
Although I was older than the rest of the staff, I wasn't as naive as some
clearly believed; being aware that camp romances were a fact of life and
a
few who were already committed to another, at home, were having their fling
with fellow members of our team. I consider the church is fighting a losing
battle over the matter of chastity at marriage and the concept of a single,
lifelong partner. Even I who swore to my mother that my maidenhead would
be
intact at my wedding was tempted only days before my wedding, but I can say
I'd known no other man than my husband.
By the second night Norman was feeling the sexual pinch as much as me and
suggested a quick visit to 'the hut', really no more than a disused shed
in
the bush where we could sneak away from the crush of dormitory dwelling for
long enough to make love in relative privacy, around midnight. Much later
I
followed his directions and found the 'signal', a board indicating that the
hut was free or engaged, in this case 'engaged', so I stepped into the bush
beside the path. A few minutes later Anna, a black skinned lady, came from
the hut in company with Paul, a younger single man. From her rather excited
chatter it was clear that they'd been engaged in a bit of hanky-panky.
When they'd passed I proceeded along the starlit path until I came to the
hut where I found a hammock and a heavy, planked table with benches. As the
night was still warm I removed my button-through dress, panties and bra
to
wait for Norman and to play with myself in preparation, in case he was in
a
hurry. Just minutes later I heard someone loudly trotting towards me along
the pathway.
"You there love?" asked a masculine voice, but it wasn't Norman.
"Jerome?" I enquired, recognizing his voice.
He came in as I tried to hide my nudity, glad it was dark enough to cover
my deep blushing.
"Joyce?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Looking for Anna. Have you seen her?"
"No," I lied, hoping to keep the peace. "I arranged to meet Norman here."
"Oh dear," said Jerome. "He won't be coming. He's had to take the second
Coaster over to Graceway. The one they took won't start apparently."
"Oh well, that's it then," I said with disappointment. "Let me get decent
and I'll walk back up with you."
"Joyce?" he asked nervously, his tone making me pause. "Please don't take
this the wrong way because it's meant in fellowship, not lust or anything
untoward."
"What is it Jerome?" I enquired tremulously, having already comprehended
his need.
"Would you be so kind as to give me a hand relief-massage. My alternative
is to commit self-abuse which causes me great guilt still, but I'll really
understand if you think I'm asking too much of our acqaintanceship."
I didn't know what to say! It wasn't as if he was asking for anything
by
way of a long-term relationship, just the immediate relief of the ordinary
sexual exectation he'd built up while awaiting his wife, so I couldn't see
why not if it remained a matter between us exclusively. He'd promised that
he'd keep it to himself and let his pants slide to the ground before lying
back on the table with legs hanging over the end. I couldn't see any detail
on his dark body, but felt for his tool to find it where I thought it would
be in relation to his head, holding it to discover that I couldn't close
my
hand around its girth. It was a monstrous thing, almost twice Norm's quite
substantial sex organ, causing me wince at the thought of having it pierce
my small pussy, even after three children born.
I trembled with excitement as I kneeled on a bench to rub my soft hand
up
and down the full length of his hard shaft, hearing him gasp and sigh with
pleasure. Although I'd put my dress back on I hadn't fastened the buttons
and felt his hand at my furry front-door trying to insinuate a finger to
my
vulvar cleft. Initially I resisted, but it occurred to me that he was just
trying to reciprocate for my favour, so I moved my legs apart to allow him
better access to my thrill-racked snatch.
My wrist was tiring so I leaned over and took the mighty knob in my mouth
to tongue and suck, rubbing with both sweaty hands before I heard him grunt
and shove his hips slightly. He was only a moment from coming so I took his
lolling balls in one hand to gently fondle and jiggle them until I felt him
stiffen and squirt a great glob of warm semen into my throat to swallow.
It
was my very first experience of oral sex, I'd always found the idea a quite
abhorrent one, having undertaken it as somehow suitable in that particular
circumstance and swallowed as the least demonstrative option open to me
in
the situation. Can you imagine how awful it would have looked if I'd moved
away to spit it out. And someone might have trodden in it.
"Would you like me to do that for you," he asked quietly. "I owe you that
at least."
"That'd be very nice," I assured him, taking his place on the rough-hewn
tabletop with my buttocks right at the end and my feet on the benches each
side. He buried his face in my fur pie and I thrilled violently as his busy
tongue found my clitty to press and circle the swollen nub, then force its
way deep into my vagina before sucking and tweaking my clit between tongue
and teeth. He continued for only a few minutes, tweaking and rolling my red
nipples in his fingers, until I came hugely.
"Oooh God! Ooooh Christ! Ooooh Jesus!" I blasphemed loudly, my senses out
of control.
He stood between my open legs where I felt his big, black cock hard again
and pressed to the cleft of my pussy, I couldn't have stopped him if I had
wanted to, luxuriating at the sensation of its sliding between vulvar lips
and into my stretching vagina. I lifted my legs to cross my feet behind his
pumping bottom as he leant forward over me to suck and kiss my tossing tits,
then slid his hands up under my shoulders to grip them for greater purchase
as he manfully rammed my cunt. I just writhed about and rolled my bottom
in
abandonment, gripping him fiercely and clawing at his muscular torso, aware
of every movement of his huge penis inside my oozing vagina. It really felt
just so exquisite that I was almost too afraid to come, knowing it would
be
nearly too intense to bear. And I was right.
When I came it was everything I'd expected and, after the first spasms
of
ecstacy, I fainted, but awoke within a couple of minutes with my body still
taut and quivering blissfully.
"I haven't come like that for so long a time," he told me when our senses
eventually returned. "I'd love to do it again some time soon."
"That probably wouldn't be a good idea," I demurred. "This time it was
of
necessity, but next time it would be just lust."
"But lovely."
"But very immoral."
I felt a little strange at having submitted so easily and without protest
to his screwing me and wondered how I had allowed myself to not just accept
him, but to respond so enthusiastically to his love-making. I had heard
of
women in their late thirties or early forties who had tasted the forbidden
fruit and developed some sort of middle-life nymphomania, although I'd also
heard it said to be no more than the sexual peak, an idea officially denied
by our denomination. Women should be without sexual feelings.
After I returned from the showers I saw Norman returning and sneaked into
his room to wait for him to come into bed where we made love as fondly
as
ever, but try as I might, I just couldn't make it feel as wonderful as the
soaring sensual bliss that I'd known with Jerome. I felt a little guilty
at
having indulged in such a wickedly orgiastic happening, but it was balanced
by my huge satisfaction in having finally done something really naughty for
once in my life. As I crept back to my bed I decided that I should be more
cautious in future as I realized that extreme pleasure could be addictive
and that I should avoid any other situation which tended to take me in that
direction.
*
The following day I helped supervise the mid-morning refreshments before
walking back up to our dining area with the others involved. We had coffee
or cool drinks and I saw Patsy looking at Paul who rose to his feet as she
grasped the elongated bulge at the front of his shorts.
"Patsy's idea of foreplay," sniggered Lyn. "See how big it is."
"I haven't noticed you being so quick to refuse any offered prick," Patsy
smiled sweetly as she and Paul went into the empty pantry where she pulled
the crotch of her briefs aside under her loose shorts to allow him to slide
his cock into her exposed cunt from the rear. Taking a firm grip on a waist
high shelf she stood with her feet parted as he slid his hands up under her
top to hold her tits while he rammed her ample rear with his pelvis. Within
a couple of minutes he came, as did she, standing with legs straight-braced
as their pleasure abated.
Lyn and Charlie went in there next and she actually pulled her pants down
below her buttocks to permit his rear entry to her love tunnel. They seemed
quite unabashed at screwing in front of us and, upon re-emerging from their
bout of quickie-sex, looked expectantly at Roy and I.
"Go on then, your turn."
"I can't do that sort of thing," I cringed.
"That's not what we heard," she giggled. "They reckon that you and Jerome
created a tumultuous uproar in the hut, loud enough to scare the nocturnal
forest fauna."
"Who told you that?" I gasped fearfully.
"There were other illicit shaggers lurking close by, weren't there Roy?"
she grinned and he nodded once. "Everyone knows now as it was Sandy who saw
you, but the word isn't all bad: a lot of the blokes want to screw with the
'Wild Woman' to sample that kind of sexual energy, right Roy?"
"And you were there having it off with Sandy?" I asked him and he nodded.
'Oh Dear Jesus,' I thought, 'what am I going to do now? I'll now be known
as the camp slut?'
"Don't worry Joy," she said kindly with her arm around my waist. "You're
not alone, far from it, in fact there aren't that many on staff who remain
still camp virgins, except Norman for sure."
"Oh," I gulped.
"But we'll soon have that fixed," she chuckled.
"How?"
She tapped the side of her nose and grinned mysteriously before squeezing
the outline of Roy's stiff cock with the fabric of his shorts.
"Look," she smiled at me, "you can't say that's not worth fitting into your
pussy. And you'd love making it with Joy, wouldn't you Roy?"
"Sure would," he said.
"Just a quickie in there?"
"We can always get to know one another better when we have more time,"
he
told me straight-faced, while I blanched at the idea of any ongoing sexual
relationship with he and others, especially as I hadn't even come to terms
with the concept of our first coupling.
"How often do you do this?" I asked them.
"Whenever the opportunity arises," Lyn told me happily.
"So you just wander around the camp having nooky whenever you meet a guy?"
"It isn't that easy you'll find. We have our jobs to do and there aren't
that many secluded spots to hide away. Carrie had five guys yesterday, but
I've only ever managed three in a day and that was midnight to midnight."
"So, are you going to look after Roy, or shall I?" Lyn asked me.
As the other men had done he'd dropped his organ out through the leg band
of his jocks so his scrotum and penis protruded from one leg of his shorts;
hard and pink and slightly suntanned, but ready for action. For no reason
I
can put my finger on I stepped over to Roy and grasped his cock to lead him
into the pantry. I pushed my cottontails down below my crotch and stood
on
tiptoe with both hands on a shelf and my bottom thrust rearward to display
my thick, vulvar lips peeping out from between my thighs. Just then I heard
girls' voices and tried to move behind the door, but he held me tightly and
pushed his shiny red knob hard into my wet slit, prodding around until he'd
parted the frilly inner lips with it. He then pushed harder until my portal
yielded as his hefty tool slid deep into me, Lyn told the girls they could
have some chairs which they bore away while Roy thrust his prick in and out
of my warm, slippery vagina with his belly slapping on my pulsing buttocks.
Oh God it felt so good, so deliciously wicked, when I suddenly understood
that I'd probably become one of the loose girls that my group of goody-two-
shoes types enjoyed despising during our teenager years, mainly due to our
lack of any intrepid spirit. It was just so nice to feel so naughty with
an
all-but strange man shagging me lustily in the lascivious position that one
would be likely to adopt in order to show off in a lewd manner when knowing
someone was watching or others might discover me.
Roy rammed in hard and spurted a copious amount of hot semen into my womb,
causing me to follow him into the throes of quivering, spasmodic climax
as
our sweaty bodies clung tightly in blissful rigour.
"Well that should keep you going until lunch," chuckled Lyn who'd watched
us after the girls had left.
I actually thought they'd have much more difficulty in seducing my Norman
than I, although, if it hadn't been for the unplanned encounter with Jerome,
I wouldn't have found myself in the difficult situation I was in. If others
hadn't been close by to hear my enthusiastic responses to his delightfully
sensual ministrations, I'm sure that Lyn wouldn't have dared suggest I make
myself available to Roy that morning. Mind you, after a lifetime of being
seen as a prude, it felt great to be part of a mob who chose not to conform
to normal rules of sexual behavior. My willingness to participate in casual
sex on the second occasion made it fairly unlikely that I would maintain
my
earlier resolution to abstain from any further promiscuity and my career
as
a camp slut was underway, whatever the consequences might be.
That afternoon I was tasked to pick up the firewood cutters in a ute with
Una, Roy's wife, whom, I suspected, was probably into hanky-panky as deeply
as he. Driving out the five kilometres to the cutting site in the forest
I
pondered on what kind of situation was awaiting me before we found the five
guys working and set up the tea and scones on the ute's hood. I relaxed
as
I realized that sex was out of the question with so many people around. The
men came and took tea before each of them shed their sweaty work clothes
to
dive naked into the little lake formed by a weir across the stream. I was
a
bit surprised to see that all bar one, Scott, had no tan lines, just wholly
browned bodies from frequent exposure to the sun. Una, I'd noticed as she'd
also undressed, was similarly brown with her all-over tan. I swallowed hard
as I came to the conclusion, reinforced by Una's wildly salacious squealing
and giggling as they groped her below the water, that sex was in the offing;
lots of sex if I wasn't entirely mistaken, making me to feel much more than
a little trepidation at the prospect of being completely naked and putting
out for a couple more strange guys.
"Come on in Joy," called Una. "It's quite bracing."
I was still sweaty after the trip so I removed my tee-shirt and long cut-
offs to reveal my one piece swimsuit which I'd put on in expectation of
my
helping the swimming classes that afternoon. I wasn't sure as to whether
or
not I should take it off as, in doing that, I thought I'd be proclaiming
my
availability for promiscuous nooky, but if I left it on I might not be seen
as one of the 'in crowd'. I so wanted to belong to something that, although
I'd prefer my sex to be a daily or twice daily thing, I really didn't care
how many randy men I had to satisfy to be one of the group.
I shed my bathers and dived in and swam out to Una where I felt as if I'd
encountered a pod of huge octopuses with hands and fingers and short, thick
proboscises. No part of my body remained unfondled or unexplored; a couple
of fingers even venturing into a place where no finger had ever been before.
It all felt so sensuously companionable that I wished I might feel that way
for all eternity, although I knew that wasn't at all likely. Eventually
we
females were pulled ashore and bourne aloft to the sunny area of soft grass
above the 'beach' of coarse river gravels and unceremoniously dropped. Una
shamelessly grabbed the nearest penis to draw its owner down alongside her
and, throwing one slim leg across his hips, guided his full-blown erection
to her willing pussy and engulfed it with a happy exhalation of pleasure.
Being keen to be seen as a proficient and enthusiastic harlot I took Will
Byers' organ in hand, pulled him down beside me and leapt astride his loins
to make his tool vanish inside my avid vagina. Having never previously made
love in other than the usual missionary position, I found it both exciting
and empowering to be setting the pace, so to speak. I rocked back and forth
to slide my stretching, tingling sheath up and down his slippery love-pole,
feeling him trembling as much as I at the sensual situation into which we'd
decended. Suddenly I was disconcerted to feel somebody interfering with
my
rectum again, sliding a finger into me and out with considerably more ease
than previously. I was about to remonstrate with the bottom-bandit when
I
heard Una giving instructions.
"Wait Barry, stop for a moment."
I looked over to watch Chris Reed pressing his big hard tool to her well-
lubricated rosebud which seemed impenetrable, but quickly gave way with the
aid of the KY and the large cock slid slowly inside her. A similar scenario
was in train to my rear, but not having been anally penetrated before, like
Una, my tight rectum was unyielding until Jeff got serious and thrust hard
to force the hole. It was rather more than mildly painful as he dug deeper
with each lusty thrust of his hips, finally right in me to the hilt, while
Will started to move his hips again. Jeff was eventually able to slide his
penis fully in and out of my rectum end with relative ease and Will resumed
more vigourous pelvic movements, making it difficult for me to move my hips
in order to attain optimum sensation, however, with some time and practice
we developed a co-operative rhythm that made it really pleasurable for all
concerned. It was quite wonderful to feel that I was part of a sort of team
and to be treated so tenderly by two blokes at the same time; their kisses,
breathless words and impassioned sounds of telling me that they appreciated
my ready acquiessence to their masculine needs.
Una was by then entertaining three guys, Barry and Chris, front and rear,
while she sucked and licked Travis Deane's dick. In due course each of them
climaxed, likewise my own beaus, leaving us lying panting on the soft grass
until our senses returned and we bathed in the cold river again.
On emerging from the stream nobody seemed in any hurry to get back and
so
I found myself the rather willing focus of Chris, Barry and Travis' sexual
attentions as I lay happily on the grass being gently fondled by them all.
Travis and Barry took turns in kissing my mouth and breasts while Chris had
his face in my crotch, licking and sucking and delving deeply into my moist
snatch with both fingers and tongue. It became a warm, tingly blur as time
seemed to stop and my body came quickly to orgasm as they thrilled me with
their collective titillation. As I stiffened in climax I was aware of Chris
forcing his big tool into my flexing vagina as Travis's member slid into
my
anus and Barry's into my mouth. I think I must have become a bit delerious
or hysterical at those three sliding tools within me and lost it altogether
when Travis came, withdrew and was replaced by Barry.
When I emerged from the water again, some thirty minutes later, my thighs
were like jelly and I had a warm glow in my crotch. It was fortunate for
me
that all the guys rode in the back of the ute because I just couldn't have
accommodated another male member, although I'd thoroughly enjoyed my first
multiple loving. I guessed that it was what they called a 'love-in' during
the hippy era and, despite that kind of thing being roundly condemned by
so
many, I actually felt fulfilled and guilt-free.
"You didn't seem to have any hesitation about putting out for all the men
back there, "Una observed as she drove. "Like a duck to water."
"It made me feel sort of needed, as if I was giving. I also discovered
I
enjoyed feeling that way, even though I really can't pretend it's love I'm
feeling when I'm doing it."
"No,"chuckled Una. "You're right about that, but I do know what you mean
about feeling needed and giving. I haven't had a mob-job before today, but
I really enjoyed having my entire body caressed and fondled and used while
putting out for all those blokes."
"What's a mob-job?"
"A gang-bang; a woman having multiple sexual partners at a session."
"Oh," I squeaked. "I always thought they were a non-consensual thing, you
know, rape."
"It often is, in fact, most usually, but it also seems to be a widespread
secret fantasy among women. I've read that most who try it voluntarily only
do it once in their lives; perhaps in order to satisfy their curiosity over
how it feels or just to be able to say they've done it."
"Well it wasn't all bad. It was lovely to be completely satisfied in that
way. I once read that a woman can satisfy many more guys at a single sexual
encounter than any man can fulfil women. I didn't comprehend until now."
After all I'd been through I couldn't sleep that night, lying on my camp-
cot dozing and waking, until I was aware of several women quietly rising
to
go into the end room of our dormitory. I followed along and nobody appeared
to object as they spread several stored mattresses about in a semicircle
on
the floor and covered them with blankets while I looked on. Martine Lochlan
removed a cast iron, filigreed ventilator cover near the floor while we all
sat there waiting for something. In the dim light of a little candle by the
gap I saw an erect cock come through and remain waiting as the women seemed
to pray.
Martine stretched out on the mattress and took the dick into her mouth
to
fellate it as Raelene opened her robe to reveal her nakedness, then slipped
out of her own before going down on Marti to tongue her exposed pussy. Each
of the others stripped off and formed a cunnilingual daisy-chain around the
ventilator.
Although the idea of genital/oral sex had always seemed utterly abhorrent
to me in the past, I was suddenly filled with the need to try and went down
on Nancy Allott's proffered pussy. It was completely smooth from depilation
and perfumed with a delectable cologne so I took the plunge and deep kissed
it, my tongue waggling, as Moira Denby had just done to me. It really was
a
delight having somebody eat me as I returned the favour to another; knowing
exactly how each of the women in the chain felt at that moment, and the guy
at the end of the line.
Marti's guy spoofed into her mouth, I inferred, on hearing her breathing
strenuously through her nose. I was drawn forward with the group and saw
an
even larger male organ appear through the gap in the wall as Raelene sucked
it into her eager mouth and moved slowly back and forth to slide the anulus
of her lips along the hard, prominently veined shaft.
When my turn came, after someone outside let something hard fall against
the weatherboard wall, I found what I now know to be a standard sized prick
awaiting attention from my mouth. It swung suddenly upward when I stuck out
my tongue to lick the smooth, red skin of the swollen knob, then covered
it
as far along its rock-hard shaft with my mouth. I'd barely begun giving him
pleasure when he thrust his dick into my throat and come quite copiously.
I
fought the urge to cough and swallowed down his whole load from a series
of
excited convulsions of climax. As he pulled his prick away I rolled over
on
my side, Marti, who'd been licking me, followed and I realized that I was
a
moment from coming too. I clutched her face to my crotch when Nancy kissed
me deeply, letting go of my senses as I was overwhelmed by erotic pleasure,
experiencing repeated spasms as I held her tightly to me.
The next day I was given a quicky by Charlie in the same storeroom as the
previous morning, sharing the place with two other couples, Roy and Lyn and
Una and Jerome, in a chorus of the passionate sounds of happy sexual union.
During that afternoon Una suggested that I might like to join them in a bit
of hanky-panky they'd planned; a kind of sexual blind man's bluff for those
who were a little shy about being too public about their sluttiness. It was
done with one's identity hidden.
There seemed little point in putting on any makeup, so I merely applied
a
good dose of cologne to my neck, armpits and crotch, then headed to another
hut to meet the ladies. I was first, having ear plugs inserted before being
blindfolded and my head swathed in elastic bandages, then led into the last
room in the building where I was embraced by a naked male person who smelt
of my husband's deodorant. He was only as tall as I, slender and with a hot
hard penis that nestled below my crotch as we kissed, he inexpertly, making
me think that he might be younger than me.
Oral sex seemed to be all the go so I got him to lie on the bed I'd found
with my knees and went down on him. In a moment he'd come in my mouth and
I
swallowed down, but try as I might I couldn't get him up again and he left.
I said nothing to the others about the failure to do it and decided to have
a shower and turn in, finding the lights out in the womens' ablution block,
likewise in the males' when I went there. There being nobody about I pulled
off my tracksuit and went under the strong, hot spray from the rose. Within
a moment I was joined by a male person who embraced me from behind, his hot
sex organ resting upright in the cleft of my buttocks.
"Who's that?" I inquired, the grin obvious in my voice.
"Shhhhhhhh," he whispered, obviously keen to maintain his anonymity.
With one hand on my tummy and the other pushing my shoulders forwards,
he
indicated that I should lean that way, feeling his prick slide deep into
me
as I provided easy acess to my love pouch. He clutched my swaying bosom and
rammed his hips to my bottom, a loud slapping sound accompanying his fierce
thrusting, thrilling me with entirely physical nature of the act. It was
my
most promiscuously casual coupling so far, I didn't even know who he was.
Well he left me entirely satisfied after a huge orgasm which left me weak
at the knees and supporting myself on the grab bars, but it wasn't over.
As
I reached to turn off the tap I felt another penis probing for entree at
my
tingling rear end, unceremoniously penetrating my slippery sheath and shov-
ing it in and out while I continued to jerk and thrill, withdrawing, before
poking it into my anus to thrust energetically until he climaxed violently.
I turned around in order not to be surprised again, but there were no more.
And so it went for the rest of camp; there seemed to be a hard cock wait-
ing around every corner for me during the day and one more guy in the group
each time I took a late night shower. Moira Denby followed me into the bath
rooms one night. I knew that she was into lesbian sex in a big way, but had
no idea how she felt about the opposite gender, saying nothing about my own
experiences in the showers.
"The light's out here," I told her as I worked the switch without result.
"I might go over to the other showers."
"The guys'?" she queried. "I guess so, there's nobody about this late."
The lights were still out, but she was undeterred, going into the cubicle
that I usually used and turning on the shower.
"What's going on? Who's that? Don't do that! Please don't! Ooooooh Jesus!
Ooooooooh Christ! Ooooooooooh!" she cried before I heard her ample buttocks
being pounded by a taut belly in time with her emotional gasping.
A male partner found me to slip me a length of hot cock, fucking me quite
delightfully as I kept an ear on Moira's experiences. There were, it seems,
five males who tasted her charms that night. She stopped protesting follow-
ing the entry of the second and, although she was much less vocal about her
situation, the indications were that she was happy enough at her treatment.
I then had two nights involved in activities with the kids and didn't get
back for a late night shower until the last night at the camp when I found
myself again on the receiving end of a lusty posterior poking by some guy
I
didn't know. We'd really worked ourselves into an uproarious mood when the
whole place was brightly lit up and we came out to find a crowd of grinning
adults applauding us. I stared at my partner and he at me.
"Norman?" I gasped.
"Joyce?" he moaned.
I looked at the twenty-odd men standing about, many with their wives as
I
realized that I'd been with each and every one during my stay there. I also
figured, under those circumstances, that Norman had probably enjoyed a fuck
or two with some of the ladies present as I knew they'd all been into a bit
extramarital fun during camp.
We dried and dressed and I spent the night in my husband's bed, but we've
yet to discuss what each of us did with others there because we don't want
to have to think about what our children might have done.
WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! ADULTS ONLY!
JUNIOR CAMP (or how the Livingstone family went off to the same church camp,
in various roles, but despite the best efforts of those around
them, failed to discover that a family which plays together..)
by Ozman (c) 2001/02.
*
SUZANAH
Of course being the youngest I get pushed around by the rest of my family
who are the most embarrassing bunch of utter zombies I've ever known. The
worst thing that ever happened to me was my finding out that they were all
going along to my first church camp; my dad as supervising elder, my mum
as
a chaperone, fourteen-year-old sister Sam, brother Matt, thirteen, and me,
Suzanah, twelve. We kids were all just campers and I think my siblings were
similarly pissed-off at the presence of our parents. It seemed that Sam had
experienced something odd during her first camp two years before, something
which had thrilled her, but she wasn't saying what. I'd briefly thought
of
'miracle' and 'revelation', but then realized that things like that didn't
happen to true cynics like sister Sam.
I don't know how it happened, but I finished up in the same dormitory hut
as Sam who was as disgusted as I about the situation. Fortunately I was far
removed from her at the new chums end of the hut with six others of my age,
although, except for one, not up to my degree of development physically.
I
had filled out as much as Sam and she hated it, having been skinny and flat-
chested at her first camp, then a salmonella scare had kept she and Matthew
away the previous year and she seemed rather nervous about getting together
with her original cohort again.
Being a lot less convinced about the protestant myth and practice than
my
parents, I found the amount of religious study a bit much. I mentioned this
to Lesley, one of the newer girls, who was of a similar mind and, after two
boring days of bible bashing, decided to wag off and explore the woods
in
the vicinity of the camp. I felt at ease with Les as she too had developed
a rather nice little bosom and bottom, so would be understanding, I thought,
about my similarly prominent physical attributes. During a movie about some
missionaries in the darkened classroom I felt Lesley's hand on my thigh and
looked at her, but she stared intently at the screen. One agile finger slid
beneath the elastic legband and touched the fine fur on my mons veneris.
My
heart was pounding with both fear and anticipation, I had often played with
myself despite the dire warnings about insanity and blindness and resultant
guilt, but this felt different, more intense and exciting. To show her that
I didn't mind her attentions I parted my legs to allow her easier access
to
the portal to my secret, feminine part, jerking at the thrill of her finger
on my clitty and inside the entrance to my moist quim. 'Oh Dear, Dear Lord,'
I thought, 'I'm in heaven.' She kept working on my clitoris until I felt
a
tingling in my loins, before a sudden rush of pure, uncontrollable pleasure
as I came violently. Of course I was noticed and had to simulate a coughing
fit to cover my condition.
"What's wrong?" our tutor asked nervously.
"Asthma Miss," Lesley told her straight-faced.
"Do you have a 'puffer'?"
I nodded weakly, actually a true indication as to how I felt then, so the
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