Church Camp Extreme
CHARACTERS, AGES, ETC.:
Greg Catwell 20 Lifeguard
Midge Anderson 21 Counselor
Rick Sturdin 21 Counselor
Jim Amity 51 Camp Superintendent
Jimmy Amity 18 Lifeguard, Son of Jim & Melanie
Janie Amity 14 Daughter of Jim & Melanie
Melanie Amity 45 Assistant Cook, Jim's Wife
Tammy Amity 7 Jim's Daughter
Maria Esteves 19 Counselor
Katie Gilmore 25 Camp Cook
Herman Lightfoot 19 Counselor
Phil Sanford 22 Counselor
Helen Richards 18 Counselor
Norman Rippy 21 Counselor
Cindy Ray 18 Counselor
Bobbie Sue Mason 19 Counselor
Garry Chandler 18 Lifeguard
Sheila Thomason 19 Counselor
Mistie Twist 19 Counselor
Dee Dobson 20 Belinda's best friend
Liz Sturdin 10 Rick's sister
Frank Sturdin 18 Rick's brother
Fawn Sturdin 47 Rick's mother
John Sturdin 52 Rick's father
Annabelle Lee 21 Rick's ex-girlfriend
Bill Bagley 16 Stephanie's boyfriend
Carrie Sweet 18 Rick's friend
Lisa Terrier 20 Rick's friend
Belinda Carr 20 Rick's friend
Danny Carr 15 Belinda's brother
Stephanie Carr 17 Belinda's sister
Lou Carr 39 Belinda's mother
Tom Carr 44 Belinda's father
CAMP BUILDINGS
Superintendent's Cabin
Boat House
Dining Hall
Annex
Chapel
Dock
Swimming Pool
Craft Pavilion
Registration Pavilion
Lodgepole (Boys' Cabin)
Bold Wolf (Boys' Cabin)
Brown Earth (Boys' Cabin)
Bear Moon (Lifeguards' Cabin)
Sweet Honey (Girls' Cabin)
Smooth Silk (Girls' Cabin)
Sugarspice (Girls' Cabin)
Welcome Inn (Guest Cottage 1)
Bed and Bath (Guest Cottage 2)
Chapter 1
The Gathering
The Reverend Jim Amity stood on the small stoop of his cabin at Camp Liberty looking
down the gravel road. He was awaiting the arrival of the counselors for the summer of 1971.
His wife Melanie stood beside him her loving hand casually fondling his rear, so that even
though the two of them had just shared a mutually enjoyable fuck, his khaki shorts were once
more tented out with his growing erection.
Jim's mind wandered back to their torrid lovemaking, to the way she lay back on the floor,
spreading her legs and pulling her simple dress up over her flopping tits to reveal that she was
wearing no underwear, to the feeling of his throbbing shaft sliding in and out of her wet,
pulsating pussy, to the ecstatic look on her face as she moaned out her third orgasm. As he
remembered cumming inside her, spurt after spurt until his jism overflowed her cunt and the
carpet on which they were fucking was soaked through, his cock hardened even more. She
had taken that slick fuckstick into her mouth, licking their viscous juices from it, and sucking
him to one more powerful orgasm before a glance at the clock told them it was time to get up
and go back to work.
It didn't help matters that he knew she had not bothered either to wipe her slick, hairy twat or
to put any underwear on under her matronly house dress. He had kissed and licked away the
lumpy cum that had filled her sucking mouth and run down her soft neck, but Jim could only
hope that his thick semen, which must now be oozing from her satisfied cunt, would not run
all the way down her bare legs and scandalize the new arrivals.
As for the insistent bulge in his shorts, he didn't really mind if the counselors saw that,
especially the cute college girls he had hired. They needed to feel that their presence was
appreciated..
"I wish we could join the children," said Melanie, dabbing the hem of her dress on her oozing
crotch so that it came away wet. "I could do with a nice swim."
"Me too," said Jim, feeling unworthy of the small sexual dynamo that was his wife. "But the
new counselors will be arriving any time now, so we have to be here to greet them."
"You don't suppose we could go back inside? Just for a quickie?" Melanie's hand dipped
between Jim's legs and caressed his swollen balls from behind.
"MMMMMmmmm, Melanie...." Jim pulled her to him and ran a hand along her soft,
swaying breasts, gently tweaking their large, hardening nipples through the thin fabric. "I
wish we could, Honeycunt. But duty calls."
Even as he spoke, a cloud of dust in the distance announced the first of the summer's arrivals.
***
Bobbie Sue Mason wheeled her 4-wheel-drive Scout down the dusty road and stopped in
front of the tiny cabin where the man she recognized as Rev. Amity was waiting with a small,
mousy sort of woman she supposed to be his wife. Looking at Mrs. Amity's frumpy clothes,
Bobbie Sue wondered whether her own choice of outfit might be a tad inappropriate. As
swimsuits went, it was fairly modest, a white one-piece that covered most of her ample
curves. But as a garment for making a good first impression on an employer's wife, it left a
lot (or too much?) to be desired. It showed a generous bit of cleavage, after an hour's driving
the rear of it was bunched up in the crack of her all-too-ample ass, and the ride in her open-air
vehicle had caused her to perspire profusely, so that there was hardly any part of her body
which wasn't partially visible.
Ah, well, she thought. Time to be confident. Time to be sure of myself. Time to act like
showing up half-naked at a church camp is a perfectly normal and laudable thing to do. She
dismounted from the Scout, aware of how her generous 37C breasts were swaying, reached
behind her with two thumbs to adjust her swimsuit, and stepped confidently toward the
Amitys, flashing her most radiant smile.
They both smiled back just as brightly, so Bobbie Sue sensed her attire was not going to be an
issue with them. She tried not to react as she noticed Rev. Amity's tenting shorts. Well, he
seems glad to see me. He and Bobbie Sue shook hands; he held the handshake just a little
longer than was necessary. He introduced the two women to each other; Mrs. Amity greeted
Bobbie Sue with a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug; Bobbie Sue could tell the older woman
was braless. My, my. This is going to be an interesting summer.
Two more cars arrived, one with Guy Catwell and Garry Chandler, part of the lifeguard staff.
Guy was short but gorgeous, wearing only cutoffs and sandals; Garry was taller and almost as
hard-bodied. Bobbie Sue appreciated both of them, and judging by the appraising glances
they gave her, they appreciated her as well.
The other car was driven by a parent delivering her daughter, Helen Richards, a tall, slender
short-haired girl with a sweet smile. Bobbie Sue liked her at once, though she had a feeling
Helen was fairly wet behind the ears. She wore a modest outfit of blouse and Bermuda
shorts.
Soon the parking lot was swarming with cars, some, like Bobbie Sue's Scout and the Amitys'
sedan, parked and left there, others, usually driven by parents or friends, circling through and
unloading luggage and counselors before heading back to civilization.
There was Maria Esteves, a little Mexican in tight shorts and a cotton top. Phil Sanford, tall
and fit but somehow effeminate. Norman Rippy, a skinny nerd with long hair and thick
glasses who was immediately dubbed "Hippy." Cindy Ray, a short, sweet high school
graduate with just a touch of Japanese ancestry. Herman Lightfoot, a tall redhaired boy with
a shy demeanor. Midge Anderson, a slightly overweight college senior with a stern attitude.
Sheila Thomason, a tall, willowy blonde with quirky features. And Mistie Twist, a busty
country girl with a deep tan.
Rev. Amity (who insisted everyone call him Jim) was checking names off his clipboard. As
one more dust cloud appeared in the trees, he said, "This must be Rick, so we are all here."
Rick Sturdin was a not a minister's child, as many of the other counselors were, but he was a
religion major probably going into the ministry. He was driven to camp by his mother in a
battered VW, and after he had grabbed his suitcase from the trunk, he kissed her goodbye and
joined the group,
Bobbie Sue was not impressed with him, but she knew that was because as a preacher to be,
he had two strikes against him already. In addition, he affected a mustache, as did Phil and
Hippy, but on him it was somehow out of place, an unsuccessful attempt at coolness. He was
not overweight, but neither was he athletic. Still, he was nice enough, and she greeted him
with open arms and, she hoped, with an open mind. When they hugged, she suddenly became
aware of a pleasantly hard bulge in his crotch. Rick smiled and blushed. "Nice to meet you,"
he said.
"This is everyone," Jim announced, " except for the cook, who arrives tomorrow, and my son
Jimmy, who will be the final lifeguard. Melanie, would you call the kids?"
"I'd love to," said Melanie, who began to walk briskly up the hill toward the main part of the
campground, her dress blowing in the breeze and giving the camp staff a nice long look at her
upper thighs. Bobbie Sue could have sworn the woman was wearing no panties.
Yes, an interesting summer indeed.
***
Jim and Melanie's children were enjoying a swim down at the lake, something they would
not get to do much during the camping season, since the lake was designated for boating and
not for swimming. Jimmy, Jim's 18-year-old namesake, was a certified lifeguard, so Jim and
Melanie had no qualms about letting the girls (Janie, 14, and Tammy, 7) swim in the lake as
long as Jimmy was there. They enjoyed the natural beauty of the lake, as opposed to the
chlorine and concrete of the camp swimming pool, and they enjoyed also the lake's distance
from the rest of the camp.
Skinny-dipping was the order of the day, and the three kids frolicked naked in the water.
They were accustomed to being nude at home and all over the camp as long as no one else
was there. When visitors arrived, they always had to dress and behave like the good
preacher's kids they were. But for now, they all enjoyed the cool water on their bare bodies
and the warmth of their siblings' skin as they played.
Jimmy sat on the boat dock, his cock aching at full attention. Janie splashed and bounced in
the water as he admired her quivering, gently rounded little teentits. But he had to admit to
himself that it was Tammy's tiny pussy that really turned him on. Janie was throwing the
chubby little girl up in the air and catching her, and as she flew through the air Tammy's little
legs and arms flailed frantically, giving Jimmy sweet glimpses of her hairless little kidslit.
When Janie tired of the game, Tammy dog-paddled toward the shore, and Janie, treading
water, cast her teasing eyes on Jimmy's stiff manhood.
"Enjoying the show?" she asked mischievously.
"Why do you ask?" Jimmy thrust his hips toward her so that his thick cock and balls
wobbled above her.
"Why don't you bring that thing down here for a minute?"
"This thing?" He got hold of his cock and squeezed a drop of precum from it.
"No, Mr. Guttermind, that air mattress. I need a rest."
Jimmy obliged by grabbing the nearby air mattress and jumping into the water. He playfully
splashed Janie's face and began trying to dunk her. In the water, though, she was almost as
strong as her older brother, and she put up quite a struggle. His erect penis and her erect
nipples were obvious both to sight and to touch, and soon their playful combat changed to a
slow, sensual kiss. They tread water in unison as their tongues met and melded, as Jimmy
held Janie's supple young body close to his, his pulsating cock pressing against her lower
belly.
Janie slid her fuzzy cunt up over Jimmy's hard, warm rod. "I'm going to rest now," she said,
and she pushed away from him toward the air mattress and attempted to climb on. She knew
she was giving her horny brother tantalizing glimpses of her sweet gaping crotch as she lifted
one leg onto the floating cushion. Finally finding a precarious balance, she lay face down,
legs spread wide, and paddled away from Jimmy so he could continue to feast his eyes on her
saucy young ass and other not-so-private parts.
Tammy was standing on shore watching, absently fingering her little pussy and pinching a
tiny nipple, when she heard her mother calling from the steep steps that led up to the
campground:
"Kids! Time to come in! We've got company!"
Much as all three children hated to end their playtime, they realized the importance of getting
clothes on quickly. Knowing this time was coming, they had come prepared. Tammy
scurried onto the dock and picked up her frilly little dress, pulling it over her head. Then she
found her cotton panties an pulled them on; soaked with the water from the dock, they were
tight and almost transparent.
Jimmy helped Janie onto the dock, and he pulled on a pair of cutoff jeans, ruthlessly stuffing
his throbbing meat into them and pulling up the zipper. He put a sleeveless t-shirt on his
muscled torso and sneakers on his feet.
Janie dried herself off and then donned hip-hugging shorts, a halter top, and flip-flops. The
enticing curve of her ass was visible below the shorts, and her still-erect nipples poked
through the damp top.
Thus fully dressed, the Amity siblings headed quickly toward the campground to meet the
new staff. They wanted to make a good impression.
***
As the group assembled in the dining hall, Rick Sturdin looked nervously about him at the
attractive young people with whom he was to be spending his summer. There was simply
more female flesh on display than he had expected at a church camp, even a church camp
owned by a liberal denomination like the Protestant Free Church. Bobbie Sue Mason,
particularly, seemed most brazen in her translucent white swimsuit; she was of a lush,
bountiful body type he had learned to think of as zaftig, and he could easily make out the dark
outlines of her nipples and pubic hair, and the seat kept riding up into her wide butt so much
that she had given up doing anything to correct it. But the other girls looked fetching, too.
Cindy Ray's little butt in tight shorts, Helen Richards' long legs, Mistie Twist's breasts'
swaying beneath her oversize t-shirt. To Rick, the most interesting woman there was Sheila
Thomason, whose eyes captivated him so much that he was barely aware of how barely she
was dressed short shorts, t-shirt, Keds. For once he was grateful that he was not particularly
well-endowed: his raging erection could go unnoticed by all but him.
It didn't help that he'd had no sex (with a partner) since February, when he and Annabelle
Lee had broken up. He remembered with fondness how nice she had looked that night, naked
beneath him in her bed, the hard nipples of her tiny tits staring at him like extra eyes, her little
red bush decorating the gap between her outspread legs as they fucked. (Some boys might
have been put off by the fact that she looked as if she were about twelve years old, but to Rick
that had always been a plus. He'd liked twelve-year-olds ever since he'd been one himself).
They had been dating since high school, and lately he had been sleeping in her apartment
more than in his dormitory room. But that night, as they lay snuggled together in postcoital
bliss, she had laid down her ultimatum.
"We need to get married," she said sleepily
"We will, sweetheart. After graduation."
"Oh, fuck graduation, that's over a year away" She snuggled closer. " I want to get married
this year. You can get a job preaching somewhere, and we'll live in a parsonage, and I'll pick
out your clothes for you."
He didn't want to talk about this now. "We'll see," he said vaguely.
"This year," she repeated, drifting off to sleep.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"This year..."
Rick had lain there in the dark listening to Annabelle's gentle breathing. He loved her, but he
had no desire to be married so soon. It would only lead to disaster, he was sure.
Besides, if he was honest with himself, he knew he was a little tired of her. She was his first
fuck, his first real girlfriend. He wanted to date other girls, but he was comfortable with the
little routines he and Annabelle had gotten into, and so he had been in no hurry to break up.
Since she now seemed intent on breaking the routine herself, their whole relationship was in a
different light.
And so they had drifted apart, she finding a new boyfriend almost immediately, he casting
about aimlessly and spending way too many nights at the dorm.
Would it be different now? There were several attractive girls at camp. Would any of them
be interested in him? They all seemed friendly and sexy, and they all had something in
common with him: they worked here, in fairly close proximity. There would definitely be
possibilities.
Mrs. Amity came through the screen door and whispered something to her husband. She was
followed in a minute by a darling little girl in a very short dress. "Meet Tammy, everybody!"
said Jim, and Tammy curtsied sweetly, lifting her skirt to reveal tiny damp cotton panties.
Rick's cock throbbed at the sight, but his attention was diverted by two teenagers who entered
next. "And this is Jim Junior, or Jimmy, as he prefers to be called, and our daughter Janie."
Jimmy waved and flashed a handsome grin; Janie waved shyly.
"Hi, y'all," she said. Rick was stunned. Her little teenage breasts were barely covered by the
halter top, and they bounced in a most enticing way as she ran over to give her daddy a big
hug.
No, no, thought Rick, she's too young, besides being the boss's daughter. He looked again
at Tammy, who was being picked up by her mother, the little dress lifting up to expose her
chubby pantied bottom. Definitely too young. But there was no denying the longing bulge in
his crotch.
But sexual matters had to wait for a bit as Jim gave his instructions and pep talk. He reviewed
what everyone already knew: that each Monday a new church group would arrive. They
would bring their own teachers, but usually they would be relying upon the counselors to assist
in teaching the curriculum they would provide. The counselors would see the curriculum for
the first time on Sunday night, at which time class assignments would be made. The director
of the first camp would be arriving soon to introduce herself, but the counselors would have
little teaching to do this week; mostly they would be supervising the crafts and entertainment.
This week's group of campers was a bunch of fourth, fifth, and sixth graders from the inner
city, most of whom had never been swimming or seen more than two trees together in one
place. The purpose of this camping experience was to give them a taste of nature and a taste
of the Bible.
On most weekends there would be no campers there, but staff members were always welcome
to stay, as long as they let the kitchen staff know in advance, and as long as they were willing
to abide by the camp's weekend rules.
He didn't get around to saying what the "weekend rules' were, because as he was speaking, the
week's director arrived. She was a small brunette woman with a determined attitude, a mild
mannered husband, and a cute little girl. Their names, respectively, were Debbie, John, and
Sarah Small. Debbie was all business in her dress as in her attitude. Her simple shirt and
jeans revealed little about her figure; she seemed to be in good shape but not overly endowed.
John was short and beginning to go bald, with a wan, genial smile. Sarah was small, like her
parents, but she was all energy, wondering from time to time in a loud whisper when she could
go swimming. She was dressed for the pool already, wearing a tiny bikini that revealed the
fact she already had some tiny tits and a bubble butt. She was 10 years old. She looked short
enough to be 8, but her budding body looked more like that of a 12-year-old.
Debbie gave the counselors a pep talk about how much difference they were going to make in
the lives of the poor children who would be in their charge. Then Jim assigned a cabin to each
counselor and said, "I couldn't care less what trouble you people get into, but when the
campers are here, you are responsible for keeping the boys in the boys' area and the girls in the
girls' area." When he told them they were on their own until breakfast at 7:00 a.m., a few
counselors groaned, but Rick hoped that a free evening might give him a chance to get to
know some of his co-workers. Maybe they could even get into some trouble.
It was quickly decided the group would take a caravan of cars and drive into town (about 15
miles) for pizza. Much to Rick's disappointment, Bobbie Sue went to her cabin to change into
something more appropriate. Much to Janie and Tammy's disappointment, Jim decreed that
only the staff could go. Rick wound up in Phil's tiny VW Beetle with Phil, Cindy, Helen, and
Sheila. It was crowded in the back seat, but with Sheila on one side of him and Cindy on the
other, being crowded was a definite plus. The closeness of the two young women arm-to-arm
and thigh to thigh had Rick's prick pulsating painfully in his pants.
"So, I hear you're going to be a preacher." Caroline's hand rested casually on his right thigh as
she spoke. "Vows of poverty, chastity, obedience, all that?" Her sexy eyes teased him.
Rick flirted back. "I'm already poor," he said. "And to me, chastity is treating other people's
bodies with respect. Obedience well, I'll try to do whatever you tell me."
"Hmmm," said Cindy from his left. "Sounds like we've got us a live one, Sheila." She took
his upper arm in her hands and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Rick noticed that Phil's hand has casually moved from the gear shift knob to Helen's inviting
knee. Helen didn't seem to object.
Sheila slid her hand up Rick's thigh and briefly squeezed his hardening cock. "That's nice,"
she whispered in his ear. "You're doing what I wanted without even having to be told." Her
lips and breath maddened his brain. He placed his hand on her bare leg and stroked her soft
inner thigh. Her breast brushed his upper arm, and he could feel the hard nipple beneath her t-
shirt. Cindy's fingers wormed their way inside the sleeve of his shirt and caressed his biceps
and armpit. He feared that if they went much further he might cum at any moment, but the girls
seemed content just to touch and tease. Helen glanced back for a second, and Rick saw her
blush move quickly up her long, elegant neck and flush her rosy cheeks. She shifted in her seat
and made her left leg a bit more accessible to Phil's groping fingers.
Rick had been looking forward to a good pizza. He realized the evening promised even greater
delights.
***
Tammy and Janie sulked all the way back to their cabin. They had left their parents in the guest
cottage with the Smalls after being told to go home and get ready for bed. The sun wasn't even
down yet!
Still, they were too disappointed and angry to do anything but strip down and crawl onto the
double bed they shared. Tammy snuggled up close to her big sister and casually tweaked a
nipple. "I wish we were grown up," she said.
"Me, too, Tammy." Janie fondled Tammy's fat little hiney,
"You almost are." Tammy reached down and ran a hand through Janie's sparse pubic hair.
"Mom and Dad don't think so. I still get treated like I'm 10."
"Well, I still get treated like I'm 7."
"You are 7, silly."
The girls giggled, and Tammy climbed on top of Janie, straddling her big sister and rubbing her
own little twat on Janie's stomach. "At least we can play together," said Tammy, gently
caressing Janie's stiffening nipples.
"I love playing with you, Sweet Tea." Janie ran her hands up and down Tammy's back.
"Mmm, I love it when you do that to my nipples. And you feel so soft..." She slid a finger into
Tammy's little asscrack and gently stroked the child's anus.
Tammy quivered with delight and leaned forward to kiss Janie's mouth. Their slick tongues
flirted at first gently and then more energetically. Tammy held Janie's pretty face as they licked
at each other, and Janie got a tight grip on Tammy's chubby asscheeks with both hands,
pressing her sister's hairless pussy close to her body.
"I love you, Janie," Tammy whispered between licks.
"I love you too, Tammy. Do you want me to lick your pussy like Mommy showed me?"
"Oooh, yes, please!! I love that." Tammy scrambled up to straddle Janie's face and lowered her
longing twat to her older sister's wet mouth. Janie kissed the sweetly fragrant area of Tammy's
crotch, from her inner thighs to the crease between her thighs and labia, to the sweet slit itself,
finally using her tongue to open her baby sister's cunt and probe for the tiny clitoris.
"Ohh, oh, oh, oh! Oh!" Tammy grunted as she ground her preteen twat into Janie's face. "Oh,
yes, oh Janie! Oh! Lick me! Yes, right there...ah! I love you so much, I aph!! I love
you oooh!" Janie was by this time holding Tammy in place by the armpits and thumbing the
little girls stiff little niplets. The older girl's mouth was watering, so that her licking tongue
was covering Tammy's now gaping kidcunt with slick saliva, and Tammy was herself
producing sexjuices to add to the mix as she rubbed herself on Janie's slavering mouth. "Ohh
ah ah oh unh unh " Tammy grunted in time with her grinding hips.
Both the girls were vaguely aware of the sound of the front door opening, but they knew their
parents wouldn't interrupt their private time.
But when they heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "Hey! Anybody home?" they both froze; and
when the doorknob on their closed door began to turn, they grabbed the sheet from the foot of
the bed and covered themselves with it.
Sarah Small, still in her bikini but carrying a small suitcase, walked into the room. "Whatcha
doin'?" she asked.
Tammy and Janie weren't sure how to answer that question. Sarah was "company," and they
had learned not to let "company" catch them naked or witness any of their sexplay.
"I was getting bored with grownup conversations, so our parents said I could sleep over with
you tonight," Sarah continued. She looked more closely at the two blushing girls, sheet pulled
up to their necks. "Are you naked under there?" She seemed not shocked so much as
genuinely curious.
"Um, well, yes," answered Janie.
"How come?"
"It's . . . it's the way we sleep."
"It didn't sound like your were sleeping. What were you doing?"
"Just sort of playing."
"Do you have to be naked to play?"
"Yes," said Janie, hoping this answer might discourage the stranger.
"Cool," said Sarah, taking off her bikini top to reveal her puffy little breasts. "I want to play
too." She pulled off the bottom of her swimsuit and crawled onto the bed between the two
sisters. "Isn't it sort of hot under the covers?"
"Sort of," answered Tammy, staring at Wendy's hairless cunt and puffy nipples. She pushed
the sheet off her body. "You don't have to have the covers to play. Do you, Janie?"
"No," said Janie, obviously intrigued by this turn of events. "In fact, it's better if you leave the
sheet off." She pulled the sheet off her own body, and she and Sarah together pushed it back to
the foot of the bed.
"So how do you play?" asked Sarah.
"It's sort of hard to explain," ventured Janie. "You just sort of have to do it."
"Do what?"
"Play," said Tammy, and she pressed her soft body against Wendy's, as Janie reached out to
stroke Wendy's tender face and neck.
Wendy's eyes grew wide with realization. "Oohhh," she breathed. "Oh, yessss..." She turned
her face to Janie's and the two girls shared a long tongue kiss as Tammy played gently with
Wendy's tender nipples. They were not tender for long, hardening into suckable little knots as
the 10-year-old's body filled with desire. "I didn't know...ooohh....I didn't know you could do
this....with girls..." Almost involuntarily she spread her legs wide open.
"I think it's sweetest with girls," said Janie, sliding a finger along Wendy's oozing, hairless
cuntslit.
***
Bobbie Sue had changed from her swimsuit into an only slightly less revealing halter and low-
rise shorts outfit. She knew she didn't have the body for such a daring outfit, but to her that
just made it all the more daring. If she looked like she was squeezed into clothes too small for
her, maybe it would signal that she wanted those clothes removed. Delayed by her need to
change outfits, she drove by herself and cursed herself for thereby missing the beginning of the
party.
Upon arriving at Terrie's Good Times Pizza Parlor, the camp staff had claimed the unoccupied
private party room, which was little more than a series of large booths but which afforded the
randy group the privacy they needed. Cindy slid into one with Rick beside her and Sheila on
the outside; on the other side of the table were Helen and Phil. When Bobbie Sue walked in,
she noted that Rick seemed to have his hands full literally with Cindy and Sheila. She
couldn't tell where his hands were, or theirs, but she'd have been willing to bet there was a lot
going on under the table.
For that matter, Phil and Helen seemed to have a little something started as well. Bobbie Sue
slid into the seat next to Helen and opposite Sheila and was scarcely acknowledged. She could
see Phil's hand on Helen's thigh and also the outline of Sheila's hard, excited nipples. Bobbie
Sue ordered a beer, aware that everyone else seemed already two beers ahead of her. Helen,
especially, not accustomed to drinking, was feeling no pain, but she was feeling Phil's crotch.
Bobbie Sue felt her own hot twat coming to life, stimulated by the excessive sexual energy
around her.
Across the aisle, Doug and Garry had surrounded Mistie on one side of the booth, while
Herman and Midge sat opposite. The latter two seemed ill at ease, but Mistie was thoroughly
enjoying the attention of the hunky lifeguards. Bobbie Sue could hear Jimmy and Hippy in the
booth behind her, together with Maria's accented giggling, so she supposed a good time was
being had there as well. She felt left out but resolved to include herself in the evening's
activities however she could. As soon as her beer arrived, she moved to offer Maria some help.
The little Mexican could probably handle two men, but why should she have to?
Jimmy was tentatively reaching into Maria's unbuttoned shirt to caress her little left breast
through her bra when Bobbie Sue pulled grabbed his arm and pulled him from the booth.
"Hey, lifeguard, I'm in need of assistance." As he stood, she crushed herself briefly but
meaningfully against him. Then she pushed Jimmy into the booth across from Hippy and
Maria, sliding herself in beside him. "Sorry, Maria, but I need to borrow this young man for a
bit."
"That's okay," laughed Maria, patting Hippy's lap. "I already got enough to keep me busy, I
think."
"Think I've got enough to keep you busy, Jimmy?" whispered Bobbie Sue, pressing her
tantalizing tits against him.
"Mm hmm," murmured Jimmy, staring at her exposed cleavage and leaning in to kiss her neck.
Bobbie Sue felt her nipples hardening and her pussy tingling as his lips and tongue caressed her
skin, and she slid a hand along his thigh to find his throbbing manhood. "Do you like older
women?" she asked.
Instead of answering, Jimmy moved his open mouth to hers and explored her teeth with his
tongue. He soon had one hand on her bare back below the halter top and the other on a full
breast, gently massaging and bringing the nipple to full throbbing hardness. Bobbie Sue, who
until now had been thinking of herself as a woman on the make, suddenly melted with her
craving for the younger boy. She allowed him to slip a hand inside her top as he drove his
tongue in and out of her mouth. She ran her hand along the outline of his cock and was
delighted to find the bulbous end of it sticking out the leg of his cutoffs, oozing precum onto
her fondling fingers. She felt her own sex moisten profusely, and she spread her legs wide,
hoping Jimmy's probing fingers might find her willing fuckpit.
"Are you eating pizza today, or just each other?"
It was the waitress, leering at the young lovers with pad and pencil in hand.
Bobbie Sue clutched the head of Jimmy's penis, hiding it from view. She looked up at the
waitress, whose short, tight-fitting pink dress with a couple of strategically undone buttons was
designed to attract the attention of male customers. Maria quickly closed her own shirt,
casually holding it shut as she pretended to be studying the menu. Jimmy released Bobbie
Sue's breast and innocently reached for his beer. "Pepperoni and sausage for me," he said.
"Medium." The others stammered through their orders, and the waitress gave them all one last
knowing smirk before sauntering back to the kitchen, swinging her well-shaped ass as she
moved.
Maria giggled, and the others at the table grinned ruefully. Bobbie Sue gave Jimmy's slick,
leaking cock a gentle squeeze and then released it, bringing her slippery fingers to her mouth
and trailing a few long strings of shiny precum as she did so. She slowly licked her fingers
clean as Hippy, Maria and Jimmy gaped. When finished she continued to slide her forefinger
in and out of her mouth. "The food here is soooo gooood," she moaned.
Jimmy leered lustfully. "Plenty more to cum, Miss Mason." He put one hand down the back of
her skimpy shorts, his fingers finding the top of her asscrack. With his other hand he pulled her
face to his and licked his own sexjuice from her lips, chin, and tongue. She clawed at his chest,
raking his rising nipples through his muscle shirt.
Meanwhile, Maria and Hippy were also swapping spit. Suddenly she exclaimed, "Madre de
Dios!" Bobbie Sue looked across the table to see Maria gazing in awe at Hippy's lap. "It is
magnifico," Maria whispered, fondling and bringing into view the largest dickhead Bobbie Sue
had ever seen. It was swollen, oozing, and dangerous, and as Maria stroked its length, it
pulsated and pumped out more clear precum, which the Chicana used to lubricate her fist and
the huge dick it was squeezing.
Bobbie Sue was staring at Hippy's equipment with lust-laden eyes, a fact not lost on Jimmy.
"Way to go, Hippy," he joked. "Give me an inferiority complex. Just what I need."
Hippy was beyond replying. As Maria stroked his huge cock, he breathed heavily, watching
her skilled fingers kneading his massive shaft.
Bobbie Sue returned her attention Jimmy's penis. "Oh, this one's a very nice size, too," she
said, carefully unzipping his cutoffs and pulling out his stiff young manmeat. "In fact more. .
.practical."
"Practical!" laughed Jimmy. "I've never heard it called that before!" But he was clearly
enjoying her attentions.
Hippy was barely able to speak. "Maria...Maria, if you don't want me to..Ohgod... if you don't
want me to cum all over the table...oohh...you better stop...soon..."
Maria's mischievous eyes looked up from her work. "Don't want me to squeeeeeze you
anymore?" She gripped his cock firmly and slid her hand up and down. "Don't want me to
pump you like this?"
Jimmy pulled Bobbie Sue's hand off his own fuckstick and said, "Hippy's right. We haven't
even eaten yet. Let's slow down a little."
The girls reluctantly took their hands off the boys, whose fully erect cocks swayed and pulsed
and oozed in the air. "I was just having fun," Maria protested.
"Me too," said Bobbie Sue, partially turning her back on Jimmy. "But that's all right. We'll
just sit here and be good little girls."
"No need for that," said Jimmy, reaching around her and taking both her full breasts in his
hands. "We just need to help you get caught up with us."
Bobbie Sue pretended to resist, but she leaned back into Jimmy willingly enough, and he slid a
hand down her fat bare belly to the crotch of her shorts. Hippy, for his part, reopened Maria's
shirt and lifter her bra cups up off her tiny breasts and began gently thumbing her hard little
nipples.
"Ohhh, Hippy, that is so goooood," Maria moaned. She clutched his head and pulled it to her
for a passionate kiss.
Bobbie Sue was thoroughly enjoying Jimmy's attention to her breasts and pussy. He massaged
her through her shorts, and she opened her legs wide to allow him better access. His other hand
found its way inside her halter and flicked her stiffening nipple. She pressed her back to him
and gave herself over to the pleasures of the moment, lifting her feet onto the bench and
spreading her thighs wide. Jimmy's fingers ran lightly over her shorts, pressing skillfully into
her vaginal area, then moving up to her belly and gently stroking her bare stomach, flirtatiously
running a fingertip into the top of her shorts now and again. This teenager seemed highly
experienced for his eighteen years. Where had he learned this technique? She soon stopped
worrying about where he'd received his education and simply rejoiced in the fact that he had
one. She undid the top button of her shorts so he'd know he was welcome inside them, and he
took the hint, unzipping her and sliding his hand in, first to cup her pubis through her soaked
panties and then inside the panties themselves, into the slick hot wetness of her plump pussy.
His finger found her hard swollen clitoris and bathed it in her cunt juices.
Bobbie Sue moaned and pressed herself up against Jimmy's hand. She looked across the table
and saw Hippy licking and sucking Maria's hard little nipples as the Mexican girl writhed and
whimpered. "Oh, yes, oh, si, si Se¤or, suck it....nnnhhh...Si!" Hippy moved his mouth from
one tiny breast to the other, his long tongue flicking noisily across her chest as she caressed his
head and pressed it to her bosom.
While savoring the sensation of Jimmy's skilled fingers probing her privates, Bobbie Sue
turned some of her attention to the sexy sounds surrounding them: Helen's gentle gasps, Phil's
low grunts, Mistie's low moans, Guy's whispered obscenities, Garry's animalistic panting,
Rick's heavy breathing, and the giggles of Cindy and Sheila, together with various slurping and
slapping sounds. Jimmy did something amazing inside her pussy, something which involved
slipping a long thick finger over her clitoris and into her oozing fuckpit and massaging the roof
of her cunt. He simultaneously tweaked a turgid nipple, and Bobbie Sue felt her much-needed
orgasm begin to well up from deep inside.
"Okay, who gets the sausage with extra cheese?"
The smirking waitress was back again, this time with steaming pizzas. Bobbie Sue moaned
with loss as Jimmy pulled his slick hand from her flowing cunt, and she and the rest of the
camp staff reluctantly sat up and pulled their clothes more or less into place with as much
dignity as they could muster.
* * *
John and Debbie Small stood on the porch of the Guest Cottage and said their goodnights to
Jim and Melanie Amity. The two couples had enjoyed a nice quiet visit with none of the kids
around, but Debbie was eager to get a good night's sleep to prepare her for the busy day
tomorrow.
Upon going back into the Cottage, John quietly embraced his wife. "Did you get the feeling
they were wanting us to swing with them?" he asked.
"Definitely," she answered, kissing his lips and pressing her crotch to his. "Melanie, at least,
was sending out some pretty strong signals."
"You mean like sitting there pretending she wasn't showing her bare cunt?" He reached
between her thighs to caress her jean-clad pussy.
"Yes, that and a few more subtle signs: playing with her hair, talking about how the two of
them always sleep in the nude, fondling the inside of Jim's thigh." She was stroking his cock
through his clothes.
"Poor Jim must be finding it hard to walk home." He massaged her crotch.
"You're not so soft yourself." She gave his cock a meaningful squeeze.
John moved his hands to Gwen's chest, briefly caressed her small, pliant breasts while
beginning a long, passionate kiss, and then unbuttoned her blouse as she opened his trousers.
"Were you tempted?" she asked, sliding her hands into his pants and pushing them down his
legs.
"You are all I need, sweetness." He slid her blouse off her shoulders, and she let it fall to the
floor. "But I do need you," he added, as she fondled his swelling dick through his boxer shorts,
and he reached behind her and skillfully unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor, and she went to
her knees, pulling down his boxers and letting his short, fat, hard cock spring free. She licked it
once, slowly, and he pulled her up, caressed her breasts, gently pinched her stiff nipples, shook
his ankles free of his pants, kissed her deeply, and led her to the bed..
***
Jim had really enjoyed the walk home. He and Melanie were still several yards from their
cabin. They had walked slowly, savoring the sweet evening air and the sensations of their
bodies. He had put his hand up her dress so as to enable his arm to encircle her bare waist and
in the process render her naked from the waist down. Her arm, in turn, reached just far enough
around him to squeeze and fondle his rear end. Taking advantage of the darkness of the
campground, Jim had been allowing his hand to roam freely above and below Melanie's waist,
and they had paused several times along the way for lingering kisses and tender strokings of
one another's genitals. Jim's fingers were slick with his wife's pussy juice, his cock had
swollen painfully in his clothes, and the front of his shorts was soaked with his own precum.
They now moved toward their darkened cabin, eager to slip inside and into bed.
But before they reached the steps, they heard the happy sounds of feminine orgasm coming
from their daughters' open window. They could make out Janie's voice "Oh God, yes, oh
fuck, oh Jesus" and Tammy's "Ahhh unh uh-huh uh-huh yes lick it uh-huh" and also an
unfamiliar high-pitched voice which spoke no words but just uttered squeals and grunts.
"Sounds like the girls have made a new friend," whispered Melanie.
"Yes. I hate to disturb them."
The rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings punctuated the fervent feminine moans from within.
Melanie embraced Jim, pressing her warm, soft body against him. "We don't need to go in just
yet," she whispered. "You can fuck me right here, can't you?"
Jim knew that there was nothing he would rather do. It was a way of making love they had
discovered while still horny college students living in separate dorms with strict visitation
policies. He leaned against the cabin as she opened his shorts and slid them with his underwear
down his legs. His rampant cock sprang up, and Melanie stroked it lightly as she stood. She
put her arms around her husband's neck and pulled herself up as he lifted her by the buttocks.
She was so practiced and so wet that she had no difficulty at all in sliding her slick cunt
down over his swollen, pulsating shaft.
Now it was Jim's turn to shush Melanie as she moaned. She locked her knees on Jim's waist
and used them to pivot herself up and down. He let her set the rhythm she wanted, and then he
assisted her by lifting and lowering her fleshy ass. He savored the sensation of filling her sweet
pussy entirely, and then lifting her up to expose his turgid manhood to the cooling night air, and
then letting gravity drive his piston into her again, and again, and again. They both were
beginning to grunt and gasp, and Jim finally realized his children and their little guest would be
able to hear them if they actually let themselves go. Leaving his pants beside the tree, he
walked off, with his wickedly wailing wife impaling herself on his manpole, away from the
cabin and into the summer darkness.
***
Rick was not accustomed to drinking as much beer as he had just consumed, but he was pleased
to note that his alcoholic consumption had not decreased his desire nor diminished his erection.
As Cindy moved her mouth and tongue over the hard penis sticking up from his open jeans,
Sheila kissed him with a fervor that only increased when he pulled her t-shirt over her head and
caressed her bare boobs and thumbed their hardening nipples.
He was also not accustomed to being with two sexually hungry women at once, nor to carrying
out such activities in front of others. He discovered that there was a bit of exhibitionist in him;
he hoped others would see and appreciate the passion with which the two girls tongued and
manhandled his most sensitive, secret parts. And of course, he had already known that he was
something of a voyeur, and he was thoroughly enjoying the orgy going on all around him in the
back room of the pizza parlor.
Bobbie Sue was on the floor, totally naked, her massive, quivering tan flesh all but smothering
Jimmy's muscular body. She lay astride him, her ample ass and her prick-filled cunt clearly
visible from Rick's vantage point in the booth.
Hippy and Maria were also on the floor, she kneeling over his face and stroking his massive
cock and the tennis balls in his scrotum while he slurped around in her pussy with his tongue.
Huge shining dollops of precum oozed from his peehole with each stroke, lubricating her
brown fingers.
Phil sat in his booth with Helen on his lap. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in agony
and ecstasy as his hands caressed her breasts and crotch. Moisture showed through her light-
colored shorts as she squirmed sensuously beneath his hands.
Doug was leaning back against the wall of his booth as Mistie reached down toward his lap to
play with his dick and he lifted her t-shirt to play with her breasts. Garry, his pants halfway
down his thighs, his hard cock still wet and shining from her previous ministrations, played
with himself gently and happily as he watched.
Only Herman and Midge were unaccounted for. Had they become disgusted with all this
sexplay, or had they simply gone somewhere more private to indulge in their own? Rick had
not seen them leave, and had not missed them. His attention was taken almost entirely by the
two young women who were attending to his sexual needs, and by the increasingly untamed
activity going on all around him.
It was just as Cindy was sliding his entire cock into her throat, and Sheila was moaning as he
sucked a nipple and slid a hand down into the warm moistness of her shorts, that the waitress
reappeared with the bill. This time no one paid her much attention, and she likewise acted as if
the orgy going on in the party room was something that happened every day. She set the bill
down on the table in front of Guy and Mistie, looked longingly at Garry's red, raw cock, and
said, "Oh, the hell with it." She locked the door to the rest of the restaurant, hiked up her skirt (
revealing stockings suspended by a garter belt) and pulled down her pink bikini panties.
Straddling the surprised Garry, she impaled herself on him and writhed and moaned as she
moved her ass up and down. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhh ffffffffffffuck!!!"
Helen's glazed eyes focused on the waitress's thighs and Garry's balls visible between them.
The motion of her crotch against Phil's hand became more focused as well, and deep moans
came unexptectedly from her throat. All eyes in the room were suddenly looking Helen's way,
and she began to cum. Her body tensed, her legs spread wide, her voice groaned, and Phil sped
up his fingers working in her soaked crotch. And as the rest of the room stared in amazement,
the wet spot on Helen's shorts spread, and spread, and grew, and grew, until almost her entire
lower garment was sopping wet and still a thick, viscous liquid was seeping out and dripping
onto the floor.
It was enough to send Hippy over the edge. "Ohhhhhmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyggodddddddd!!!!!!!"
he groaned, thrusting his pelvis into the air. The head of his penis turned deep purple, rich
streams of precum flowed from it, and then a thick spurt of lumpy semen shot into the air and
landed in Maria's hair. Another spurt followed, this one flying over her head and onto the table
where Rick sat with his two lovelies. Maria took a firmer hold of his cock and took its bulbous
head into her mouth. She tried swallowing his spurting cum, but hot streams of it oozed from
the sides of her mouth and fell to her chest, dripping in thick lumpy strings from there to
Hippy's bare belly.
Rick felt his own orgasm start to well up from deep within his being, but at that moment Cindy
took her mouth from his shaft and gaped at Hippy's throbbing, cumming cock. Rick's
throbbed, purple and frustrated, at its full 6 and a half inch length, feeling somewhat inadequate
by comparison, but nevertheless enjoying the show Hippy and Maria were putting on. Hippy's
huge balls continued to pump, and Maria released his still spurting penis, letting the last few
spurts of viscous semen splash on her breasts and belly. She rubbed her crotch on his face and
reached her own orgasm, ecstatically moaning and grunting Spanish obscenities.
The waitress reached orgasm quickly, stiffening and clamping down with her vaginal muscles
on Garry's cock and digging her fingernails into his shoulder. He came, too, and his thick
semen was visible pulsing out of the waitress's pussy and onto his balls and the seat beneath.
Doug came in Mistie's hand, his white cum first spurting up onto the table and then flowing
freely over her fingers. Using this lubrication, she increased the speed of her handjob, bringing
him swiftly to yet another, smaller orgasm which sent more hot fragrant jism over her flexing
fist. As Doug collapsed in exhaustion, Mistie reached into her own moist gym shorts and
began to frig herself with her cum-covered fingers, her other hand tweaking her large, stiff
nipples.
Oblivious to everything else in the room, Bobbie Sue and Jimmy finished their fuck, she
leaning back and grabbing his knees as she came, he spurting himself up into her cunt as he
watched her breasts bounce with abandon. Their gutteral moans accompanied each other as
they shuddered through the last throes of their ecstasy. Then Bobbie Sue slid off Jimmy's
meaty, slick cock and lay back onto the floor, breathing heavily as her open cunt oozed its thick
juices onto the tiles.
Helen's body was still quaking and quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her juices still
dripping onto the floor through and around her soaked shorts. Phil slid his hand inside her
shorts, massaged her cunt with his fingers, and drew it out again, brining his fingers to her
mouth. Helen eagerly sucked his fingers two or three at a time, apparently savoring the taste of
her own sexjuice.
Mistie came, filling the air with breathy "omigods" as a much smaller wet spot formed in the
crotch of her shorts.
Grover lay passed out in a pool of his own amazingly copious semen, as Maria continued to
writhe slowly on top of him, smearing his thick jism into her own skin as it also soaked into her
clothing.
The waitress pulled herself up off Garry's deflating cock and, with his cum flowing in
gelatinous creamy lumps down her legs, surveyed the wreckage of the room and what remained
of the orgy in which she had just taken part. "Jesus," she breathed. "Look at this mess."
It was a mess, Rick could see. Pools of semen, beer and other fragrant fluids lay on various
surfaces, as did large chunks of pizza and plates of soggy salad. Clothes were strewn on tables
and floor. Snoring and moaning bodies in various stages of undress lay in pools of sweat and
jism. Feeling the moment pass and sensing he was not going to have an orgasm any time soon,
Rick spoke. "We can help you clean up."
"No, need," the sexy older woman answered, not bothering to pull her skirt down over her
exposed privates. "This was my last day on the job. I'm heading for home."
"But we can't just leave it like this," Phil said, reluctantly pulling his slippery hand out of
Helen's sopping pants again. "We may want to come back again."
Rick realized that he and Phil were the only men in the group who had not had orgasms. Phil's
crotch was bulging noticably, and Rick's penis still stuck out throbbing and oozing and begging
for attention as Cindy's saliva cooled on its surface. Rick also realized, somewhat guiltily, that
Cindy and Sheila were the only women who hadn't cum yet. He looked at Cindy, who winked,
kissed his raging cock, and began straightening her clothes, and then at Sheila, who was pulling
her shirt down over her taut nipples. Sheila winked and mouthed one word to him: "Later."
Rick reluctantly (and with some difficulty) stuffed his stiff, dripping penis back into his pants
and began to help Phil with the cleanup. The other staff members slowly joined them,
gathering up the food, wiping up the sex juices, then even mopping the floor and cleaning the
tables with the disinfectant provided by the waitress who, despite her desire to walk out early
on her last night, had been shamed into helping her rowdy customers do her job. There was
little Helen could do about her own soaked clothes, nor Maria with her blouse and hair filled
with Hippy's drying semen.
The work was quiet, subdued, a little embarrassed. Rick heard a few whispers:
Cindy to Helen "Do you always you know cum that way?"
Helen to Cindy "Sometimes. Most always."
Maria to Bobbie Sue "Can you believe the size of his prick? And his cojones, so full!"
Bobbie Sue to Maria "Not so full now."
Phil found a bra under a table and waved it in the air. "Okay, whose is this? Size...32a."
Maria came forward and snatched it from him, stuffing it in her purse.
Soon the mess was cleaned up and the waitress bid her new friends farewell, kissing each of the
men full on the mouth and hugging each woman close. "Thanks, guys, she said as she locked
the front door. "You've made my day."
***
Back in the VW, Helen quickly unzipped Phil's fly and played with his cock as he drove back
to camp. "I don't really know how to do this," she apologized, "but I really want to make you
feel good."
"You're doing fine, honey," said Phil. "Just be slow and gentle. Ohhhhh....that's right"
From the back seat, Rick watched Helen lean hungrily over Phil's cock, Sheila and Cindy
pulled down Rick's jeans and briefs and switched place this times, Sheila lapping at Rick's
turgid cock and Cindy kissing him and reaching inside his shirt to caress his chest.
Sheila proved to be an amazing cocksucker, while Cindy seemed to understand how
wonderfully sensitive a man's nipples could be. While Sheila took his entire cock into her
mouth and down her throat, Cindy's tongue and fingers teased Rick's nipples, bringing them to
hard little knots and making his entire body yearn for more. When Cindy lifted her lips to his,
Rick eagerly kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into the moistness of her mouth the way he
was thrusting his cock into Sheila's face.
He lifted Cindy's bra and filled his hands with her soft tits. The eraser-like nubs of her nipples
hardened against his palms and fingers. She responded with a breathy moan and flicked his
nipples faster.
"Oh, God, I'm going to cum," Rick gasped.
In unison, Cindy stopped playing with his nipples and Sheila lifted her mouth off his cock.
"Not yet," teased Sheila from his lap, letting his throbbing meat bounce in frustration against
her chin.
"No, not yet," Cindy whispered close to his ear. "We have plans for you."
So Rick could only watch and listen to the front seats with some envy and some anticipation as
Helen moved her mouth up and down, on and off Phil's thick, turgid staff.
* * *
Bobbie Sue asked Jimmy to drive her Scout back to camp, and he was happy to oblige. She felt
both exhausted and exhilarated, and she wanted nothing more than to sit quietly and let the
night air refresh her. On the dark road, she took off her halter top and let her breasts cool in the
wind. Enjoying Jimmy's sidelong looks at her stiffening nipples, she pulled off her shorts and
panties as well. Propping her feet on the dash, she felt as if the wind were loving her, caressing
her, fucking her. Her crotch was moist with her sweat and her juices and Jimmy's cum, and she
ran her fingers through the hairy moistness as the breeze cooled and dried her.
"You are a fine-looking woman, Bobbie Sue," said Jimmy, leering at her nakedness as she
slipped a finger inside herself. He was bare-chested, wearing only the tiny pair of cutoffs, and
his muscular young torso glowed in the dashboard lights.
"Too bad you have to drive," she teased. "I could use a man over here."
"What's stopping you from coming over here?" he asked, and he deftly snapped open his shorts
and pulled down the zipper.
Bobbie Sue couldn't resist. She leaned over the space between the bucket seats and fished his
hardening cock out. It grew in her hand, and then in her mouth.
"Oh, God ! Oh, Bobbie Sue..."
She slurped her mouth up and down his cock, working her tongue around the head and reveling
in the taste of his sex. He tasted of salt and cum and her own cunt.
Just then Bobbie Sue came to the unwelcome realization that she had to pee desperately. She
slid her mouth off Jimmy's lap and pulled herself up to whisper in his ear, as sexily as she
knew how, "Uh, Jimmy, I just hate to ask, but could we stop for just a minute? I have really
got to piss out some of this beer."
Jimmy pulled over to the side of the dark dirt road and kissed Bobbie Sue's available mouth.
"It's okay, darlin', I gotta go myself."
They clambered out of the Scout, Jimmy with his stiff rod swinging in the breeze, Bobbie Sue
bouncing naked into the woods behind him. She squatted behind a bush to hide from the road
and blissfully enjoyed the release of the long pent-up pee. She heard Jimmy's loud stream just
a few feet away and made out the silhouette of his cock producing an impressive stream of
urine. "I thought guys couldn't pee with a hard on," she said.
"Some can't; never been a problem for me."
The acrid but not unpleasant scent of beer piss assaulted Bobbie Sue's nostrils, and she longed
again for Jimmy's touch. They walked back to the vehicle together, Jimmy's hands running up
and down Bobbie Sue's bare backside. At her urging, Jimmy removed his shorts, and once on
the road, she resumed her blow job, noting with a pleasure which surprised her that the
lingering taste of piss from the tip of his cock was quite nice when mixed with the other flavors
there.
As she knelt on the passenger seat, her head busy in Jimmy's lap, Bobbie Sue reached between
her legs to feel the soft wet lips of her pussy. It was open and willing, and she filled it from
time to time with a couple of fingers, but mostly she rubbed the hard little nub of her clitoris.
Her aim was to bring herself off at the same time Jimmy shot off in her mouth.
The sounds of their slurping and moaning were drowned out by the sound of the engine and the
roughness of the road as the Scout rolled through the night.
* * *
Melanie and Jim sat naked on a bench in the Arts and Crafts Pavilion. Finally, they were both
sexually sated, and they simply caressed one another and enjoyed the cool dark air. She
fondled his semi-flaccid cock and explored the warm, hairy area around it; he fingered her
sweet, sagging breasts as they kissed, tongues exploring casually and naturally the familiar oral
cavities of each other. He moved his hand from her soft nipple to her wet cunt and felt his own
juices mingled with hers in a fragrant, musky seepage. A pair of headlights appeared through
the trees, and then a couple more, creeping their way along the dusty camp drive. "Looks like
the kids are getting home," he said. "They're not in any hurry about it, are they?"
"I bet they're enjoying the drive as much as we've enjoyed our walk," said Melanie, opening
her legs and encouraging him to put four fingers inside her warm fucknest. "Do you think
they'll get up in time to go to work?"
"We'll see," said Jim. He moved his mouth down to lick a nipple. "Do you think we will?"
* * *
Phil, having guided the VW back despite having a powerful orgasm in which he filled Helen's
face and mouth with cum, asked the girls in the back seat which of the girls' cabins they were
assigned. "I can drop you off at your doorstep," he offered.
"We'll just go to Rick's, said Sheila and Cindy together, and then they both began to giggle.
"I'm in Brown Earth," Rick said, enormously surprised, enormously pleased, enormously hard.
* * *
"Want to come to Sweet Honey with me?" Bobbie Sue asked Jimmy as she sat in the
passenger side of her Scout, feet propped on the dash, her hands prodding and squeezing the
folds of her cunt.
"Sure," said Jimmy. "I think Bear Moon is going to be busy tonight. Doug and Mistie were
headed that way, and maybe Garry too."
"Sure you wouldn't rather join their party?" Bobbie Sue squirmed on her hand and tweaked a
turgid nipple.
"I'm happy with you, Miss Mason," Jimmy answered, pulling up to the girls' cabin and quietly
shutting off the lights.
* * *
Debbie Small lay on her back, legs spread wide to allow her husband to lick her cunt clean of
their sex juices. She gently gyrated her pelvis as he slurped up the thick, copious fluids which
oozed from her satisfied sex. She was getting mildly excited again; sometimes a second
orgasm resulted from this customary post-coital activity.
"I hope the girls are getting along all right," she said. "I hated to dump Sarah off on Jim and
Melanie, but I am uhnnn!! so glad we had this private time." She massaged her nipples
with her fingertips, stiffening the hard little nubs still more.
* * *
Sarah was wrapped around Janie, spoon fashion, while exhausted little Tammy slept crossways
on the bed between the wet and open thighs of both older girls. The room was silent except for
Janie's occasional happy moans, brought about by Wendy's gentle caressing of Janie's breasts.
The odor of girlsex permeated the room, and the girls cuddled together in satisfaction.
* * *
A somewhat tipsy and completely nude Mistie opened her legs for Doug and Garry, who were
mesmerised by the sight of her wet, hairy pussy. Cocks erect, they moved in, Doug to her open
mouth and Garry to her flowing cunt.
* * *
Inside the girls' cabin Sugarspice, Maria was reluctant to allow Hippy to fuck her. She knew
his massive cock would split her in two. But she was happy for him to kneel at the foot of her
bunk and lick out her sweet swollen pussy. She moaned and panted as his experienced tongue
slid its way along her vaginal crease, down to her pulsating anus and back up to her hard,
distended clitoris. Grinding her hips up into his face, she felt a major orgasm approaching.
* * *
Rick could not believe his luck. This was like a dream, and he did not want to wake up.
Sheila mounted him as he lay back on his bed, and as she slid her wet pussy down over his
erect shaft, he moaned aloud and reveled in the swaying of her small breasts before his eyes.
His grunts of pleasure were stifled, however, when Cindy straddled his face and lowered her
cunt to his mouth as she caressed Sheila's tits and the two girls engaged in a hot, wet, noisy
lesbian kiss. Rick soon found Cindy's clit with his tongue, and the three of them worked their
way toward paradise.
* * *
And as Rev. Amity found the strength to fuck his horny wife one more time in the darkness of
the Crafts pavilion, he listened to the moans and sighs and orgasmic screams which filled the
night, and he knew that the camp was offering a collective prayer of thanks to God for the
beauty of life, the power of desire, and the pleasure of human sexuality.
"Thank you, Jesus!" he exclaimed, as he shot spurt after spurt of hot sperm into Melanie's
sodden pussy.
Chapter 2
Love with the Disadvantaged