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Keywords: M/F full service
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Camp Wana-Smaka-Kid

Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

P.S. If anyone recognizes themselves in this story- it isn't you.
There are no memories involved, I swear. Somehow, whoever I am, I just
happened to coincidentally write something that sounds like something
you did a long time ago. I don't remember any of it. Really. That goes
double for you, Dave.

Camp Wana-Smaka-Kid- (wanasmak.txt)- Despite the name, it's not
about child abuse. It's about what was going on when the kids were left
alone to get into mischief. And kids who have crushes on anything that
moves. Some younger initiations, but mostly seamy, steamy affairs among
the staff and directors. M/F full service
Camp Wana-Smaka-Kid
There were only two good jobs in the whole darn camp and fat Randy
was already cook's helper/life guard/truck driver. That left the assistant
Randy job, which included bell-ringer and craft director.
That way you still got to make the occasional trip into town to
fetch the camper's mail or get light bulbs and didn't have to spend every
waking and sleeping minute surrounded by campers.
In fact, assistant Randy may have been the best job if you weren't
a go-getter. Randy was slow and usually in trouble and even less was
expected of his assistant. They paid squat and expected what they paid
for. That left plenty of time to wander around and watch the things
going on at old Wana-Smaka-Kid.
When I say there were only two good jobs, I mean jobs I had a chance
of getting. The administrative secretary probably made real money and
got to hide in the office. She was also a 40-year-old year-round employee
and lived in town.
The absolute best job, in my humble opinion, was Senior Camp
Director, but they always got a married guy for that so he wouldn't go
nuts on all the high-school girls. I bet his wife had the best summer
of their marriage up in their rooms in the loft of the Senior barn. I know
I would be banging her twice a day, every day and twice at night with all
those juicy young ladies around.
Cook was usually some guy named Olaf or Sven, but this year it was
Ruthie. I remembered Ruthie from my own days as an inmate at Wana-Smaka-
Kid. She had been a cute kid and I guess was still cute in a short, plump
way. I was afraid she was going to muck up my summer. The Scandinavian
brothers liked to drink and usually were good for one drunken party a
week. Ruthie was like a poster child for Wana-Smaka-Kid, all high ideals
and spiritual goodness, through and through.
If you were training to be Hitler, you would probably want to be
Camp Director. That would mean a coup-d-etat on Char. Bring me the head
of Dave Char! Maybe he was a great guy. All I know is he was a guided
missile of trouble aimed at me. I guess he was trying to reform me.
The last time I had been allowed at camp as a camper, Char had
noticed me coming out of the infirmary early in the morning. The problem
was he noticed the girl that came out with me. There were four of us, two
boys and two girls having an experiment in sexless (I swear) sleeping
together, very spiritual, we thought.
Char gave me a big 'troubled Father' talk and I was banned from
coming back. None of the other three were banned and that made me feel
like I had a target on my back. The discrimination may have worked in my
favor when I came back as a college student for the summers.
Mel Cross was the administrator and hired me as a counselor for the
two years before. Char must have been fuming when he had to deal with me
all summer. But now I was staff and it was an every day confrontation with
Char.
I might not sound like I took the job seriously, but I didn't. It
was a camp that ran itself or a bunch of college kids could never have
been the bulk of the staff. The timing and schedule were age-old and
it was the system that made it all work. It was even fun for most of the
campers.
All I really had to do was ring the damn bell on time. There was the
slave labor bell fifteen minutes before meals and then the bell to eat.
We made kids set and clear the tables. That was what I called slave labor.
There was a nap bell and a get up bell in the afternoon so the counselors
could slip out to the bathrooms and gossip and have a cigarette.
The rest of the day I got mail or fetched things except when it was
craft hour for one of the groups. It left me plenty of time to explore.
I could have looked for things to do (fat chance) or stayed in the
walled off cell they called my room in the Junior barn, but I was a
curious sort with an evil mind. I knew how I felt as a counselor and I
wanted to see who was just as slimy as me.
Randy was always, in his own slow way, doing one of his jobs. I
really didn't think Ruthie would be doing anything interesting. I would
have loved to wander around Senior camp but I needed an excuse to go over
there. It seemed the system also accounted for perverts like me.
I did a lot of spraying for poison ivy on my own. It let me wander
around the cabins on the hill where I could occasionally meet one of the
counselors and have an adult conversation. I thought that was where the
action would be.
I was wrong. The whole set-up was against me again. Senior counselors
were a mish-mosh of religious guys and church pillar women. They were
paired with a college kid of the opposite sex, except during the night.
There were a couple of old biddy school teachers that were regulars, but I
had found out as a counselor that they were as sexual as a burlap bag.
The only real chance for some fun was when we all got together on
Saturday night after shipping the kids out. Most of the Senior counselors
shipped out too and we were left with the college kids ready to party.
Of course, we couldn't party loud enough to alert the dreaded Char.
That worked out into clandestine romances that formed one Saturday and
then blossomed later. We'd look around to see who was missing and assume
they were somewhere in the woods romancing the shit out of each other.
Personally, I was having squat for luck interesting any of the cute
co-eds in me. They'd joke with me and all, but I think my chances were
crippled because I didn't run into them every day like some of the other
counselors did.
I had wonderful luck with 10 and 12-year-old campers, but that was
more like a plague than a bonus. Okay, it wasn't the worst thing to have
little girls starry-eyed at my tanned physique, but it was also like a
sick parody of what I wanted that they were clearly throwing themselves
at me without knowing what they were doing.
I mean, if it had been senior campers... But the whole idea of
children makes me queasy. I was just hoping some of the hero worship would
rub off on their counselors and I would finally get laid.
It was the same as stuff as it had been as a counselor. I was going
to get laid once, maybe twice, probably mercy humps, all summer long and
faithfully beat off twice a day the rest of the time.
Such was the depression from which sprang my greatest triumph. I was
aberrantly loitering in my room when I heard noises from beneath me. It
sounded like someone was moving furniture in the office, which was
directly below my room.
Immediately curious, I snuck down the stairs and looked around.
There was no one in the barn to see me. I looked through the old fashioned
key hole in the office just in time to see Char adjusting his pants and
Mrs. Schreck pulling her underwear up under her skirt.
Frijoles, Gee whillikers! Char and Mrs. Schreck! This was revelation
beyond price. Screw what Mrs. Char thought. Mel would be absolutely
Biblical in his retribution if he found out Char was schtupping the
secretary. I smelled special privileges.
I spent my time in my room the next day. When I heard the first
disturbance, I crept down the stair. I peeked in and saw Mrs. Schrek on
her knees, obviously sucking Char's cock and Char with one of her tits lifted out of her bra, squeezing it.
I waited for him to put her over the desk and slip it in from behind
before I pushed the door open and burst in.
"I heard a noise," I tried to say in a concerned way, but I couldn't
help busting out laughing at the sheer magnificence of the power I had
just achieved.
Char mistook my laughter for sheer spite at embarrassing an
adversary. He looked at me like he was going to hand me his sword in
surrender.
"I suppose this makes you feel very superior," he said.
He wasn't guessing. He wanted me to tell him what I had in mind.
For a man of the cloth, he seemed pretty sharp at the ways of blackmail.
I had to make my story plausible, not that it applied to the implied
agreement we were reaching. We just had to have a story and stick to it.
"No, sorry, it was just funny," I tried to stop my mirth, "I guess
you don't think about old people doing it much. And you got to admit it's
kind of ironic to have office hijinx at a church camp."
There. Implied threat, jovial tone, saying, I know what I've got
and I know you'll be reasonable. Adultery was not a word used. I was
even worldly about their affair.
"I think you guys should keep right on," I said generously, "I won't
bust in any more and I won't wonder what those noises down below are.
I think it's kinda cool, actually."
And for anyone but Char I would have really felt that way. If I had
caught Mel humping Mrs. Schrek, I would have given him that respect and
one extra for being a randy old geezer. Not that I had ruled out that
Mel might be porking her too, maybe when I was leading crafts.
With Char, it was particularly satisfying to seek a favor or a plum
assignment and know he'd have to grant it. I tested him on a minor perk
or two and then thought hard about what I really wanted him to do for me.
Being relieved of all my duties and allowed to wander at will would
have been pricky to Randy, who would have inherited my work as well as
his own. Most of my ideas had the flaw of putting an extra burden on my
co-workers.
It came to me when I wasn't puzzling about it. In fact, it was a
couple of fidgety girls asking inane questions that started me in the
right direction. I got those thoughts about the senior campers again and
it all fell into place like computer graphics.
Char would know exactly what I wanted. He'd hate the idea with a
passion. It would be the best thing to aggravate him and do myself a
favor. There were going to be new duties for the assistant Randy over at
the senior camp. I was going to have a chance at some high-school girls.
It went like I thought it would both before and after my trips to
the senior camp. Char hated the idea and the babes were ripe. Seniors
stayed two weeks, so I didn't have to rush to attract them. I figured at
least one would want to say goodbye in an emotional, sexual way every two
weeks or so.
My first crop was a little ungainly and timid, but bursting with
emerging femininity. They were as silly as the 10-year-olds, but I didn't
mind it so much. There was a cherry or two that was ripe enough to pick
and that lust helped me endure the silliness.
I was forming quite a bond with a camper named Alex in my first week
of parading around shirtless and keeping my muscles taut. She was a short
little thing with a happy smile and a body that looked like it was twisted
out of barb wire. It was twisted into an attractive shape, mind you, but
she looked as tough as a girl can be.
I thought she needed to find out what it was like to be with a man that was stronger than her. I thought she'd like to discover the glorious
exercise of riding a hard one. She was doing nothing to dispel my thought
as the time passed.
But another surprise awaited me closer to home. Ruthie was being
scatter-brained, even for her. I meant it as a buddy question when I asked
her what was wrong. She surprised me by getting more personal than I was
looking for. I was a bit uneasy when she told me her intimate secrets.
"I just don't know if I should, you know, or not," she started
gently enough, then she opened up and suddenly I knew more than I was
ready for. "I mean Randy is like a stud and all, but I would feel so
creepy with him. He's a nice guy, but kind of... vacant, you know."
That was no secret. You pointed Randy in a direction and he went.
You told him what to do and he did it. He was personable but blank. I
still didn't understand the problem.
"I want to look into the guy's eyes and see someone looking back,"
she said, "I want to feel like he likes it too. I need someone with more
life- like you."
KaBoooM! I was standing in the kitchen with cute little plump
Ruthie and she as much as asked me to fuck her. I felt like my body
was pulled a hundred feet in the air and I was looking down on the scene
below. It couldn't be happening to me. I had not seen it coming.
I fumbled around for some kind of excuse why it would be a bad idea
without letting on the real reason was that it would shatter a memory of
the cute kid she was at camp. I told her I was going to be fucking a
camper- I hoped.
That wasn't enough. She was happy for me. Then it dawned on me that
I had assumed she wanted to attach herself to me. Far from my supposed
profile of her character, she was looking at me as easy nookie. If I
got lucky, good, but when I didn't have anyone better to do...
It still shocked the sensibilities of my memory of Ruthie. I tried
to look at her as a sex partner, but couldn't. But the very real fact was
she was going to fuck Randy if she couldn't get me to fuck her instead.
I guessed I didn't have to believe if I didn't want to. I'd see if I was
still denying it when I woke up next to her in the morning.
It did take a naked Ruthie kneeling by her bed to break the spell.
"What's the matter? Don't you like a little suck before you get
down to it?" she asked when I flinched.
Her shining, bright eyes and chubby pixie cheeks going down on my
cock shattered the old picture. This was the way I'd remember Ruthie now.
Seeing her naked had been an aberration I could explain away by saying it
was an extension of my own suppositions about what she looked like nude.
Her waist was thick, but not as big as I had imagined. The rest of her had
the chubby girl high breasts and the lush curve of thigh fairly forcing
your eyes into the dark, curly hair of her crotch.
But it was those sparkling eyes snapping at me as she swallowed my
cock that brought me into the present. I looked for a minute and pulled
her up.
"Actually, I like my suck a little farther into getting down to it,"
I told her as she stood there.
I put both hands on her butt and plastered my lips to her torso as
I pulled her crotch against my chest. She giggled as I started. I was just
setting the tone.
I rolled her down onto her very nice DOUBLE bed, trying not to be
jealous that I slept on a cot, and climbed over her. Her room was bigger
than mine, too and didn't look like it was a corner of a barn someone had
boarded off for privacy.
It was quite the cozy love nest for us to consummate our union. I
lay over her and kissed her with my cock pressing lengthwise along her
crack. Sometimes a kiss is hot enough to make a woman ready and me eager
to get right to it. That was not the plan tonight.
She was wet enough that I could fuck her and I think she was
surprised when my cock moved away as I slipped down to kiss her breasts.
She was going to get the full treatment the first time. In case it was the
only time, I wanted to give her the tour.
She was rubbing her mound on my belly as I sucked her nipples. I
made quick work of kissing down her belly to dive into that fur pie.
She was in the back of the barn, halfway sunk beneath the level of the
ground and with thick walls or her moan might have carried over to the
Senior camp. She sounded like no one had ever kissed her there before.
Intrigued, I pushed a finger into her slit to see if she was a
virgin to everything. One finger nor two found any obstruction inside
her cunt. They did make her heave mightily and dedicated me to the task
of licking her while my fingers fucked her to a climax.
I traveled on down when she had stopped thrashing and was licking
the little slices of buttock that bulged out under her cunt as she lay
back gasping. She sounded pretty happy when she could talk.
"I bet this is the time you like to have your cock sucked," Ruthie
panted, "And then you try to make me cum again when you fuck me."
"Well, I don't always go that far down there," I admitted, "But you
seemed particularly fond of what I was doing."
"I thought you were just going to kiss me and stick it in," she
said, "And that would have been all right. I was ready for you."
She pushed me over and got up to crouch with her face over my dick.
"You took me by surprise," she said, "It was good too, but I was
mostly surprised. It's been a while since anyone kissed me there. Any way,
whatever happens now, I've already had a good time."
I tried to take it as chatty Ruth spilling her guts. I wanted to
believe she didn't intend to make it sound like I was going to cum too
quick to satisfy her again. I considered cumming in her mouth for spite.
That was another big, as if. This evil, grown-up Ruthie had
obviously had a lot of cocks in her cherubic mouth. Her sucking was a
complete tease and I couldn't begin to cum without her sensing it and
pulling back. She wanted me to fuck her.
I was all too ready to drag her up by the hair and put it to her
when she daintily asked if she could get on top. Oh yeah, make me feel
like a stud, I thought. She could fuck me like she sucked me for hours
if she wanted. I could take about anything with my cock buried in pussy.
She was better and worse than that. She wasn't fooling around when
she slid down to take my cock. She fucked me hard and quick. The worse
was that she brought me so close and couldn't get me off.
It seemed like she had to go just a little faster or be just a
little tighter for me to shoot. Then she started jerking around in another
orgasm and I freaked. She was up on me two to none and I was so close.
I grabbed her dishrag body and rolled her under me. I was going to
finish the goddamn job and finish it quick. She was all for it.
"Yes," she hissed, "Get one from me. Fuck me. Fuck yourself to a
good one. cum for me. Fill me up with a good one."
I could tell her body's urgency had passed, but she grinned her
sparkling grin to tell me she still enjoyed me jabbing my cock into her
in pursuit of my own joy. There was a touch of amusement at this man pumping furiously between her legs looking for the pleasure she could
give him.
None of that shit counted when I did cum. Ruthie even dug her
fingers into my back like she was as desperate as I was while I shot my
load inside her. It was totally satisfying at the time and Ruthie made it
better by not shying away from my dripping cock as I lay beside her.
She played with my cock like it was a wonderful toy as it crept
back into limp smallness after the exertion. I found out I liked that very
much as afterplay. I even kissed her back a few times eagerly as we
basked in afterglows.
In one week out of the ten I was consigned to Wana-Smaka-Kid, I had
turned around my attitude to the place. Ruthie was willing every night if
I wanted her and she hadn't gotten any action of her own, so I had gone
from getting laid once, maybe twice to not getting laid a like number of times.
It would be Ruthie or somebody else every night and with luck that
might work out to every remaining night of the summer. I found out later
that luck got a friendly push from Ruthie.
Girls talk. Don't think they don't for a second. I guess Ruthie was
happy with me and the word went down the pink grapevine. More counselors
were interested in me now, by reputation alone. It was a situation that
made me question the need for hassling with high schoolers.
By that time the flirtation with Alex had gone beyond the point of
no return. She had kissed me passionately and pledged to meet me when she
could find a way to get away. I was closely familiar with her firm
breasts and she knew the extent of my rigid penis. It was no time to tell
her no.
"We have solitary night tonight," she whispered as she walked near
me, "Meet me in the tipi."
They were supposed to find a place apart to meditate and pray by
themselves. The counselors, all Senior counselors by the way, had a
'meeting' where they got to indulge their privations while serving as
examples to the kids. They would be eating steak and ice cream and telling
off-color jokes for at least three hours as their charges were supposed to behave themselves.
Campers had been known to do a little one on one meditation during
these hours in the past, particularly regulars who knew the schedule. It
was almost a tradition for the brave to do a least a little necking and
heavy petting during the time.
I tried to feel traditional about it as I waited in the dark tent.
For sure I didn't want Alex mad at me. I was kind of trapped into going
through with it.
Okay, I was prepared too. I probably could have feigned
disappointment and regret at not having a condom and perhaps talked her
into doing each other orally or something, but the danger that she would
ignore the consequences and want me bare-back had the square of foil in
my pocket. Alex giggled when she felt it- the condom- in my pants.
"Good, I like a man that is mature enough to be prepared," she said
and kissed me.
Dark was nice. It let me experience Alex's tight, hard body without
nagging distractions about her age. I vowed to only hit on girls with
tattoos after this. They should be legal and ease my worries.
Again, all my sense deserted me when it was skin on skin in the
dark. Her breasts felt bigger than they looked. Her flesh was not as hard.
She was as good as I hoped and more agile than I could believe. Her tiny
body squirmed all over me, spending almost every second with some part of
her body caressing my dick.
She stroked my cock between her thighs as she lay on me and kissed
me. She sat up and rubbed it with her butt. She threw her legs wide and
rubbed her wet slit up and down the top of my cock as she licked my
nipples. She was on a voyage of discovery and it was easy to lie back
and let her sold body flow all over mine.
For tiny little hills that didn't come within three inches of
meeting, her breasts felt very good rubbing over my cock. Her hands
fondled me knowingly, but she didn't slide down.
"I can put it in my mouth if you want," she said.
"You don't have to put it in your mouth. Suck it if you want to.
Don't suck it if you don't," I answered, sensing that she was hesitant
about it.
"Will you still do it to me?" she asked.
"Do you want me to?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said enthusiastically, "I know I can do that all
right."
Her all right was a bit farther into intolerable than it was for me.
As wet as I could make her, it was a whiny struggle to get my condom-
wrapped cock inside her. Tight doesn't begin to describe the banded clamp
of her muscles as I tried to penetrate her.
She begged me not to stop, but all indications were her cunt was
doing it's best to prevent me from getting inside. I didn't stop. When
I finally got in, I reached under her ass and lifted so I could slide my
knees under her.
It didn't seem like it was possible she could fall off my cock if
I lifted her up by it, but I held her butt tight as I lifted her up so I
was sitting on my heels and she was perched on my cock with her legs
around me. That pushed her up enough that I could kiss her as I fondled
her body.
That was what it took. Her pussy gave up its struggle and I was in
a very tight, but no longer angry cunt. She was tighter than the rubber
on my cock. I could feel my cock move within the latex sheath as she
gripped it tighter than it gripped me. It was a pretty nice feeling.
"Are you going to make me cum?" she asked, sounding like a little
girl asking for a treat.
"I am sure going to try," I assured her and then made a suggestion
to help us along, "Wrap your legs around me and it will make it easier."
It made it more than easier. I moved her up and down my cock and
she began to like it. She used her strong little legs to help me lift
her and soon we were grinding at each other just like fucking. I didn't
have to put my thumb on her clitoris to get her excited.
There was enough of me rubbing against enough of her to make
anything else unnecessary. Whether she was trying to escape my cock, or
overcome by the joy of having it all inside her, she was clinging to me
tightly as our hips worked toward each other.
"You're going to make me cum," she was quieter, but with much more
assurance.
I kept doing what I was doing and let her take the lead. She had
plenty of cock to work with, but she seemed unwilling to give up an
inch to get a little in-out. She was ecstatically happy with the back
and forth and kept rubbing her clit on me until she managed to get herself
off. That was a feeling everyone should have at least once in their life.
Her little twat did flutters on my cock that I still don't remember well
enough to describe. All I know is that it was like another dimension of
of sex when her pussy went feral on my cock.
But it didn't make me cum. It was the best feeling I've had in my
life and I was still ready to ram this baby for an orgasm. I guess it
was too far outside my experience to trigger the primal instincts.
Or maybe it was just too damn tight in there to go off. It was
great, whatever it was. I was going to put the little shivering baby down
and fuck the hell out of her when she spoke up.
"I think I'd like to suck your thing now," she said in a tiny voice.
"You sure?" I asked, kinda hoping she'd let me fuck her now.
"Yes, I'm sure. I think I can do it good enough you won't hate it,"
she answered.
She got off my lap and took the rubber with her. I was shifting out
of my bent-leg position to sit on the floor when I kicked her trying to
bend over me. I didn't kick her hard and she used the touch as a guide
to zero her mouth down over my prick in the dark.
She could do it good enough I didn't hate it. She was somewhat
lacking in mystery and technique, but she made up for that with
enthusiasm. Given the fact that I was aching to ram my cock into her and
cum when she got off me, her ambitious sucking was what I needed.
The enthusiasm came to her aid as she burst through the barrier when
most women stop to rest their jaw and kept bobbing up and down on my cock
until I was ready to burst.
"I'm going to shoot off now," I warned her, "It's going to squirt
out into your mouth."
I don't know if she didn't understand or didn't care. She kept
bobbing frantically on my cock as I let loose and shot my load into her
bobbing face. She didn't slow down then, either. It took an involuntary
jerk of my hips that jabbed my cock to deep to get her to pause her moving.
That was a pretty marvelous thing too. Alex was real proud of it
working out like that, getting fucked and giving a blow-job in one night.
I was just wasted and nervous about getting away without getting caught.
I guess we both got our wish and Alex went back to the woods and I
went back to Ruthie's room. Yes, I went to Ruthie's room. I had confided
my plans to her and she wanted to hear every detail when I got back.
Ruthie wondered if the girl still had the rubber up her wazoo when
she got dressed. I had to tell her I didn't know. It was dark.
I saw Ruthie was touching herself as I told her what happened and I
tried to draw it out and make it as descriptive as I could without
straying from the truth. I tried to make her cum by talking dirty to her.
I couldn't tell if it worked or not for sure, but Ruthie did seem
to be pretty happy. She wanted me to stay, and sleep naked, and get up
with her in the morning. She gave me a no seduction pledge if I would
cuddle with her.
The pledge wore off sometime in the night. I'm not accusing her
of anything. I fully acknowledge the possibility that I woke her up with
a prodding hard-on poking between her legs. I can see how she would take
that as a willingness to participate.
I woke after she had eased herself back on my cock and I was
pressing up against her ass with my prick buried in her cunt. It was a
nice transition from a dream. She grew impatient with the gentleness of
our spoons position quickly.
She dragged me on top of her and I had my second woman in the last
few hours. She wanted physical and brief and then was ready to turn back
over and sleep the rest of the night.
I was hoping for a morning blow-job, but Ruthie was dressed before I
heard her moving around. The cook had to get up at five to make
breakfast. The first bell I had to ring was at seven.
Neither of us had to do that today. The kids were camped out in the
woods. They were burning their own breakfasts. Ruthie was still up on
schedule but the only sexuality in her was to stare at me as I lay
naked on her bed. That was like being the target of a 10-year-old's crush.
It was like a compliment, but it made me feel creepy.
The whole 'legend in my own mind' thing kicked in on Saturday. Kim
even had a sleeping bag hidden by her group's campsite. As close as I can
figure it, she had won the 'who gets to fuck me' lottery.
Ruthie moved away and Kim moved in as if on cue. Between outrageous
double entendres and licking my ear, she subtly suggested that we take
a walk- a long, long, walk together. Now tell me there's no God.
It wasn't cold enough to need the sleeping bag, but it made a nice
spread on the ground when we opened it up on Devotion Point. I had half a
notion to fuck her on the big hunk of wood they use as an altar, but
that was too gothic.
It was a very romantic summer night and it was nice to lay together
naked in the light of the moon and stars- and of course the shadow of the
huge wooden cross falling across us.
I don't know what the thrill is in profanation or sacrilege, or
whatever it's called, but, boy, is it powerful. I was so hot to fuck this
girl on that hill that I was almost ready to cum before I noticed that
she had turned into a demon from hell sent for my soul- kidding- I was
almost ready to cum before her name came back to me.
I must have said, Oh Kim, Oh god Kim, you are so good Kim, a
dozen times at the end to make up for it. She didn't seem to have any
regrets, either.
Then I showed her that all the stories she had heard were true.
What the hell, we had all night. I had gotten off a good, quick one and
it looked like we had two more hours to moonset. Since I wasn't tempted
to cut the proceedings short and pork her, I made wise use of my recovery
time by kissing every inch of her body. Yes, EVERY inch.
At first she didn't like me kissing that one inch. I think she was
afraid I was telling her I wanted to fuck her in the ass. Then I think
she lost her resistance even to that. Nobody's really immune to having a
tongue shoved up their ass as far as it will go.
Kim had a tight, boyish ass of two firm buttocks that barely came
together at all. With her chest on the sleeping bag, she had it pushed
up in the air in the most anxious pose as I did what I doubted anyone had
ever done to her before. She was just swimming in a warm pool of shame and
pleasure.
I think she would have just as soon I'd fist-fucked her as stop
fucking her asshole with my tongue.
It became obvious that I wasn't going to get her off by licking her
asshole and I lost interest. Perhaps it's better said that my interest
shifted.
"Come on, baby, you got to suck me. I want to fuck you so bad," I
told her as I plopped my ass down close enough she could reach my cock.
I kept one wet finger circling her sphincter and played with her
clit as she went down on me. If she wasn't going to cum, she was going to
at least stay excited until I had a second helping of her pussy.
I'd tell you more details, but she was just your run-of-the-mill
dynamite in bed fuck and it all kind of runs together.
We ended up smashed together with the sleeping bag zipped when it
turned colder. I suppose we could have dressed, but we were young and
wanted to keep our options open. What was supposed to be a little nap
after I had fucked her the second time turned into a little more.
I don't know what time it was, but it was after two because the
moon was gone. Kim wanted me to fuck her again, but I was anxious to
get back and get into a real bed on the one night I could really sleep
in. I did end up doing her on the altar, which is a nice memory even
if the fuck itself wasn't much to remember.
We were dressed when I gave in. I pulled down her pants and
sat her on the altar. I dropped my pants and tipped her onto her back so
I could slip my meat in her. She liked it. I came. The best part remained
fucking her on the altar and doing it just like Char did Mrs. Schreck.
It was the first time I had seen a sock on Ruthie's doorknob. You
can guess the code there. I considered hanging around to see who came
out, but I decided that Ruthie would probably tell me if I asked and
that I didn't care any way. I was tired and going to sleep in my own
bunk for once.
You could sleep in to 9:00, maybe 9:30 on Sunday. Church was at
10:00. It wasn't mandatory, but you better go. After all, my bosses were
both preachers. The rest of the day was making sure we were ready for
next week. New counselors came in the evening and slept over to be ready
for the next batch of campers.
At 2:00 I was humping someone named Marylyn in her cabin before
her Senior counselor arrived. They all stayed in their group's cabins
so Sunday night was not a night to get lucky. Even Ruthie was content to
let me sleep in her big, comfortable bed with her and leave me alone.
It was getting to be the best summer I had ever spent. I was going
to have to fuck Ruthie a lot more before I wore out the thrill and it
seemed like all the female junior counselors were in some kind of line to
get me in their pants before the summer was over.
Even Randy noticed the change in the women's attitude and mine.
"You must have slipped somebody the big log just right, huh?" he
asked in his own unassuming way.
Big log was the way Randy generously thought of everybody's dick.
He didn't have much imagination and he only had his own to go on. I
didn't need to hear the gossip to know he was hung. I'm not queer or
anything, buy Randy is the lifeguard and you'd have to be blind not to
see what's stuffed in his Speedos.
I didn't think it was a big secret, so I told him Ruthie had put the
word out after I fucked her.
"Ruthie. Yeah...," he said like he was about to tell me what she
said or how she moved when he fucked her.
He left it there. A new expression came over his face and he
blurted it out like an idiot savant, unaware of what his words meant.
"Some women just want it because it's big and some women just want
it," he decreed on no particular subject.
It was a strange conversation even for Randy, but I had no clue
what I would find out it meant. I wasn't alone. I don't think half a
dozen people knew what was going on.
The whole incident slipped from my mind as the campers came in and
we had to drive their bags up to their cabins in the wagon on the tractor.
It was really peaceful to watch all the fuss and flurry from the outside.
Cars got in the way, but I was in no hurry.
Then routine set in and we were off on another week.
I couldn't very well tell Char I was getting it right and left and
didn't need teen-agers anymore. I was stuck making my 'repair and restore'
rounds of the Senior camp now. I was determined to actually do some work
and ignore the girls like they were poison.
I stuck to my plan, but a tall blonde named Denise had other ideas.
She was beautiful and spoiled and challenged that I didn't jump when
she told me to. She set out to get me.
I meant to stick to my plan to spite her, but for four things. First
was two words- I'm eighteen, dammit. The dammit didn't count as far as
being important. The other two things she flashed at me when we were
downstairs in the part of the barn that still was arranged as a stable.
"And you're going to turn these down because you're stubborn?" she
asked as she held her blouse open to reveal the beauties.
I didn't cave in right away, but it set me to thinking why I was
making foolish rules for myself in the first place. I tried to tell her
she'd get me fired, but she was only offended that I didn't think she
could out-wit her counselors.
It turned out her counselors were easy. I suspect that they didn't
care why she was really missing some activities. I suspect they were
glad to be rid of the distraction.
I guess I was glad to have the diversion too. She was too bossy to
get my best efforts, but she was nice to fuck and she was really pretty-
especially when her eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered when she
came. It was worth the hassle of her personality to see someone that
looked that good up as close as you get when you're fucking.
Still, I was looking forward to the four day camp-out that the
seniors took to a farm on the far side of the camp. Ruthie had been
getting screwed- or rather had not been getting screwed like she deserved
while I was dallying with Denise.
Ruthie was meat and potato fucking and Denise was chiffon pie. You
can't live on chiffon pie. I pigged out on meat and potatoes while Denise
was gone.
For some reason, my conversation with Randy came into my head
as I was laying in bed with Ruthie. Probably because I was curious if
Randy had ever fucked her and how it was if he had. I was pretty sure
she had from the remarks that brought me to her bed in the first place.
We'd talked about everything else, now I wanted to know.
Sure, she'd fucked Randy. Who wouldn't? She demonstrated with her
fists atop each other his size when erect. While she was being very open
about her times with Randy, I got the feeling she was keeping something
back. It was something about Randy saying: some want it because it's
big and some just want it.
Ruthie never cracked. I couldn't beg it out of her. I couldn't tickle
it out of her. I couldn't get serious and pry it out of her.
I found out following the weakest link. Next week would be solitary
night for the senior campers, but the juniors camped out on the same
night every week. Denise was still sleeping in a Conestoga wagon with the
boys camped underneath between the wheels as I followed Randy.
He walked up to the back door of the Cross house and someone let
him in. I wasn't sure what to think. There was only one use for Randy
after dark, but I couldn't see anyone in that house needing a personality
free nice young man with a big dick.
I tried to peep in the windows, but Randy was nowhere in sight. I
still wasn't sure what to think, but something was fishy.
I used the patented, 'I know everything' ploy to interrogate Ruthie.
She didn't exactly crack, but I guess I knew enough she decided to tell
me the rest. It was just like I had thought at first. Randy's part in
the mystery was the big part between his legs.
"Once a week, when the kids are camping, the Crosses invite Randy
for a home-cooked meal," Ruthie explained. "Then, sweet boy that he is,
Randy thanks his hostess for the invitation by letting her use his dick."
"What about Mel?" I asked.
"All I can figure is that it's his idea," she said, "Randy never
said anything about Mel."
From pillow talk to pillow talk, the truth was coming out. But
somehow this wasn't as shocking Char and Mrs. Schreck. Then again, I kinda
like Mel. It still wasn't the whole scoop, however.
You didn't get anywhere being clever with Randy. It only confused
him. I asked him if it was a big secret about going to the Crosses. He
said they told him it was better if he didn't bring it up. Someone might
get jealous.
I asked him if he liked fucking Mrs. Cross. He answered like I had
asked him if they served fried chicken.
"It's like I told you before," Randy said, "She's one of them that
just wants it."
We had a long talk. I found out I had been mis-handling Ruthie. She
liked it from behind. Worse, from what he said about putting a finger in
her ass, I realized I had missed the opportunity to match my specialty
to one of Ruthie's deeper lusts.
Mrs. Cross was a lady, according to Randy. She even played with his
cock with her little finger in the air. That she played with it while he,
Mel and her were sitting at the table didn't affect his opinion.
Sometimes she excused herself and slipped under the table to suck
him while he and Mel talked. They didn't do it in front of Mel, he said,
they always went into the bedroom alone so he could thank her for dinner.
I wondered if Randy didn't know what was going on, or if he just
processed the world different than the rest of us.
"I guess I see more of that kind of stuff than most people," Randy
said, "It's like God has given me a gift and I have to use it for His
glory. It's like a responsibility and I have to get into some strange
situations because you know how uptight people are about sex."
That sounded like a strange mish-mosh of Randy and Mel coming out.
It wasn't garbled enough that I missed the next bit.
"Not that Ellen (Mrs. Cross) is uptight, but Mrs. Char sure is,"
Randy said, "But I think she's lying about Dave saying it's okay."
"I'd bet the farm that he doesn't think it's okay," I said, "Char
doesn't like any one enjoying themselves."
Randy stopped and I thought I saw a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"You still aren't going to tell me, are you," he said. "I tell you
what Ruthie likes, about Mrs. Cross and even Mrs. Char and you aren't
going to tell me."
"Mrs. Char jumped on the bandwagon about a week ago, didn't she?"
I was guessing to rescue myself.
I knew what Randy meant. He was just a bit too lucid in critical
details to be his normal rambling self. The glint I saw in his eyes was
the real man. He had always known a lot more than he was telling.
He nodded to my question.
"And I bet she was playful as a kitten the first time and kept
being real impressed with how big your dick is," I went on. "Then I
guess a lot of us know what goes on in the office."
I told him without really saying anything. He had to know. That was
the only secret I was holding. He wasn't satisfied yet.
"Look. You didn't tell her and I didn't tell her. I don't think
Char told her, so there's at least one other person who knows," I
explained to him.
He might have been brighter than we suspected, but I knew he wasn't
hiding genius under his slow exterior. I had just given him the test.
"But Char did tell her. He confessed," Randy said.
Okay, I guess it was someone else that flunked the genius test. But
if I had been running down a blind alley, Char was banging his head
against the wall. Even I knew better than to admit ANYTHING unless I was
walking out for good.
For once I had a tiny bit of pity for Char. The poor bastard was
stuck with himself. We summarized quickly now that all the cards were on
the table. Mrs. Char probably at least suspected that Mrs. Cross was
'having an affair' with Randy. When Char confessed, she decided that she
was going to have a hunk of big dick since Dave couldn't really protest.
The question was whether it was a secret arrangement or a demand
Beth (Mrs. Char) made when Dave begged forgiveness. And my personal
question whether Beth might like to have two guys putting it to her on
the sly.
"For a guy of your obvious experience, you don't know half as much
as you think you do," Ruthie laughed when we rehashed the conversation.
So? I was learning. I avenged my pride on Ruthie by rolling her
over and giving her a rim job that made her squeal like a pig. I had
learned that.
I didn't have to wait until solitary night to get my next piece-
besides Ruthie, I mean. I didn't have to wait until Saturday. Denise was
back and demanding to see me. We had an argument about her being a camper
and not being there to get laid.
I had to trudge over to Senior camp that night anyway. Denise had
been fingering herself for four nights thinking about this night, so she
told me.
We met in the tipi. It was convenient. Too convenient as we found
out.
Denise was just as much of a bitch in the dark, but her body felt
fantastic. She was very much a woman- a soft, slender woman with plenty
of room to get between her legs. And her tits felt huge. I knew each one
was more than a handful with nipples that looked like maps of Australia,
but in the dark they felt like mountains, capped with volcanic tips.
I think teen-agers are made to be fucked in the dark. Then you're
not distracted by the look on their faces and you have to concentrate
on the feel of a young, fresh body while you fuck it.
The sex wasn't any better than usual, which is okay, but I liked
the experience better. As for the aftermath, that's a different chapter.
"Indians didn't fuck in the ceremonial tipi," came a voice out of
the night.
I immediately tried to think of something to say in my defense. All
I could think of in response to the icy spear of fear stuck in my spine
was that the girl wasn't underage. I turned to face my accuser.
"The Indians would have fucked by the lake, but they didn't have
anything to hide. You have a different problem, don't you?" Mrs. Hall
said evilly.
"You're scaring me, Mrs. Hall," I said to the Senior camp director's
wife.
"You sure it's not guilt?" she continued to toy with me.
"Guilt's one thing," I told her, "But you're not making me feel
guilty. You're making me feel queasy like something is creeping up on me
and you want to watch it get me."
"I've already crept up on you. There was another camper last week
but I didn't get outside in time," she said, "You're just worried about
what I'm going to do."
That was obvious. You couldn't get caught fucking the campers. It
was the unpardonable sin. You weren't just instantly fired. They all took
up sticks and beat you as you left carrying your bags.
Well, not really, but they would have liked to, I'm sure.
Mrs. Hall liked watching me twist slowly in the wind. I think she
relished the opportunity to play me like a puppet. And I was stuck letting
her do it.
"I could tell Denise was trouble from the first day," she changed
the subject. "I imagine she was quite persuasive in getting her way."
"She showed me her tits the second day," I played along, hoping it
would get her to the point.
"But you held out. How admirable," she said slyly.
I didn't know if she thought this was the first time I had fucked
Denise or not. I tried to think of a way to keep that out of the
conversation or answer it if it came up. I didn't need to make the effort.
Mrs. Hall was ready to pounce.
"I guess you'll have to admit that I'm even more persuasive, even
without undoing my blouse," she said.
That wasn't it, but it was coming. I nodded dumbly and waited for
her to drop it on me.
"Matt's going away Saturday and won't be back until late Sunday,"
she said. "Unless you're there to take his place, I'm afraid you won't
be working here ever again."
As blackmail goes, it was a weak threat. Whoopee! I lose a lousy
summer job and I have to work construction and make big money between
my junior and senior year. But then, as a ransom goes, fucking some guy's
wife wasn't really a price to pay.
"If I hesitate, then will you open your blouse?" I asked.
She had fired her big salvo. I didn't want to prove I was in charge,
but I did want to negotiate an even partnership. Right now it came down
to he said, she said and I had both the big cheeses in my pocket.
"I don't think I have to," she said.
"Then I guess asking for a quick one in the tipi is out of the
question?" I said.
She might as well know who she was dealing with. She was a kind of
a big woman and maybe she was a fat kid. Maybe she didn't think I'd go
for her if she just asked.
She was wrong about that. I knew from Ruthie that plump wasn't bad
and Judy (Mrs. Hall) seemed to have more shape than Ruthie. It might be
more generously applied, but there was a big top, a smaller waist and
broad hips. She was also a fiery redhead and I wanted to see if her
freckles went all over.
"Just come Saturday and we'll see if you're worth it or not," she
said, trying to maintain her advantage.
Ruthie thought it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. And it
wasn't the way I told it. Luckily we were making lunch at the time and
she could laugh as hard as she wanted without attracting attention.
"So now they're blackmailing you to get you to fuck them," she
chortled, "I guess it beats waiting your turn."
It was the perfect time to broach that subject with her. I knew they
were lined up, but I didn't know how that had happened. She explained the
pink grapevine.
Everybody rated everybody whether it was just an impression or a
personal experience. Randy always had his summer pre-booked for his well-
known talent. My stock had risen with Ruthie's input, particularly- listen
up boys- for diving right in with my mouth first and being pretty good
at it.
Kim had added a thumbs up of her own and so did Marylyn. Ruthie was
keeping the pipeline full with ever more detailed accounts of our sex. I
didn't quite understand it all.
"You're still holding tight to some fantasy of chivalric virgins,"
Ruthie laughed at me. "We're here for a good time. All the girls are
looking for a good man. We just won't lower our standard. That's why you
never got laid much before."
"I needed a PR agent?" I asked.
"You needed to stop being Mr. Milquetoast, is that good for you,"
Ruthie was still laughing at me.
I could admit she had a point. Hell, it was easy to admit anything
when I was up to my neck in pussy. I was beginning to understand why Randy
stood around with a dumb grin on his face so much of the time.
I had a harder time understanding what was in it for Ruthie. If I
was desirable, from the clamor I saw, second only to Randy, why did she
want to share?
"I fuck you all the time," Ruthie said, "A girl likes a change every
once in a while too. It doesn't have to be better to be different."
"And that's why you like me to tell you all about fucking the other
women? Because it's different?" I tried to corner her.
"If you hadn't noticed, I like you to tell me because it gets me
hot," Ruthie said. "I guess I'm a dirty little bitch, huh?"
I remembered that I hadn't told her about Kim yet when we were in
bed that night. I told her about Marylyn, but she was busy when I came
in from the hill after Kim. I decided we would both participate this time
and Ruthie could use my cock to rub herself off on as I told her of sex
in the shadow of the cross.
She didn't seem as impressed as I was at the desecration, but she
rolled over and got on her knees when I described reaming out Kim's
asshole. I couldn't do her and talk, so she settled for my thumb in her
butt as she rocked back and forth on my cock and I told my tale.
She really liked the part about fucking Kim with two fingers still
in her stretched-out asshole. She was trying to get off on my cock like
mad when I told her that part. She had a different reaction to my fucking
Kim on the altar.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she snapped at me and pulled away from my
thumb and my cock. "You've never fucked me three times in the same
night!"
"Then bump somebody for- well, next Saturday and I'll fuck you
four times," I grinned at her.
"Or maybe we could spend a Sunday- just as long as you fuck me at
least four times," Ruthie said.
It was nice to spark this flare of jealousy. I was beginning to
think she didn't care. I rewarded her by tongue-fucking her ass like I
had described while she rubbed her cunt to the orgasm she had missed
while I told her the story of Kim.
Saturday I painted the dock at the Senior camp. Denise was sure it
was so I could get a last, longing look at her. She paraded where I could
watch her until she had to leave. You and I both know why I was really
hanging around.
I had time to paint the whole damn dock before Judy came out to
even talk to me. Matt had left an hour ago, she said, but some of the other
counselors were lounging around in the barn.
She suggested that I work on something- or look like I was-
downstairs until she could sneak me up the ladder to the Senior camp
director's roost apartment.
I got hungry and went up to find something to eat after a long time
waiting. I saw the problem at once. There were three old goats and they
weren't going to break it up until it was dark and they could go into
town and hit the bars.
I pulled Judy aside and explained that. She said it was worse than
it looked. There were two others that had gone off promising to return.
I figured it for a liquor run and then another possibility hit me.
"Did Matt tell everyone he was going away?" I asked her.
She nodded. That put a different spin on the boy's club. They were
hoping, wishing they could get Judy alone and maybe sneak into bed with
her. They all had the same idea and they were watching each other to keep
one of them from having the chance.
Or maybe they were waiting for the liquor to arrive so they could
try to get her drunk and see if she was more reasonable that way.
Judy hesitated to believe my theory. I still don't think she
believed men would be interested in her. She did like the idea of going
out in the woods.
I took my sandwiches back downstairs and waited at the corner of the
barn for Judy to make an excuse and come out. She knew where these guys were from- which campsites. I cut across the field to circle through the
woods to find her.
The guys were having a loud party when we came back at dusk. This
time a couple of the women counselors had joined them. To all appearances
it was a bit raucous, but innocent party. I was learning to look below
the appearance, however. They were all playing 'will I or won't I' big
time.
I told Judy to go in and go to bed and make no secret about it. I
would come up when the party dispersed. I didn't think it would take long.
She smiled at me, no longer afraid I was going to try and get out of
fucking her.

We had gone to the eastern-most campsite. Senior campers spend their
two weeks camping every night. Only four days in the Conestoga, but every
other night they have cots on the raised wooden floor of a 12'X 24'tent.
It's quite cozy and even nicer with the walls rolled up to give you a
view of the surrounding field.
Judy was all aflutter as I made her undress in the relative
openness. It didn't matter that no one WOULD see her. She was nervous
because someone COULD see her. Aflutter was almost excited, I found out
when I got the trembling woman in my arms.
She had seemed more agitated when she looked at my erect cock after
I had pulled down my pants. I'm betting that's when her desire to move
from fantasy into reality gave her a twinge of guilt. She was calm by
comparison as she pulled down her panties and was naked in front of me.
Her freckling was an interesting pattern that faded to a light
speckling on her breasts. It took up in a pattern low on her back that
spread around her above her hips. The parts the freckles outlined were
nothing like the youthful tits and ass I had been fucking, but I found
them even more inviting because of that.
Her breasts looked like apples set high and wide on her chest and
her hips were a generous curve from a relatively slim waist back to
solid but not large thighs. She was a big woman, but she was big all over.
What appeared to be apple-tits on her were in fact much larger
that Ruthie's. And they were much more cone shaped than you could tell
from looking at Judy face on. I felt that mass up close and personal as
we hugged naked in the tent.
"Are we going to do it right out here in the open too?" she asked.
Truthfully, I didn't care what she thought, but I like to take
credit for sensing the frightened excitement in her question.
I made her lie down on a cot and spread her legs wide open. She was
squirming around from me just staring between her legs. I decided,
selfishly, that she wanted my cock in her right away. I told myself that
eating her out might scare her off.
I knelt between her legs and rolled on a rubber so she'd know what
was coming. I was pretty turned on myself, having a woman laying spread
open in front of me just because I told her to.
I told myself that it might be time to move up to grown-up women
when I put my cock in her and reached down to hold her. So much more of
her seemed like so much more to fuck.
My dick was in her cunt. I wasn't in such a hurry anymore. I could
feel how hot and wet her cunt was even through the rubber. She had
certainly been ready to get right down to business.
I let her feel my cock inside her for a while before I started to
move in and out slowly. I knew something that turned her on and it was
easy to use it on her.
"Is this what you wanted? A dick that isn't your husband's fucking
you?" I asked her. "Look around. Is this where you wanted to get fucked?
Right out where everyone can watch you take a dick that's not your
husband's?"
I don't know if it was the adultery or the exhibition part that got
to her, but she started moaning pretty good. I hadn't even started
giving her the wood. I pulled up a tit and tried to suck on it and she
made a noise like she was cumming. Was she ever in for a surprise.
I had to cover her mouth with mine the whole time I plunged into
her when I really started to fuck her. I had a nice big cheek in one hand
and another nice, big cheek in the other and I was holding her ass so
I could stick the last hair of my cock into her snatch. My mouth was
pressing down hard on hers to muffle her screams before they brought the
police from the neighboring town.
She was a screamer big time. It popped into my head that those other
horny bastards were going to know someone had bagged her. The only problem
was that she was so easy. I had to leave her hanging between big "O" one
and big "O" two and deposit my load inside her.
Then she swore that she had never screamed like that before. Yes,
Matt made her cum, but it had never been anything like that. I figured
she was lying.
She mixed up the message after I had my fun making her run around
in the open naked. This time her chubby little red pussy was going to
get licked. The wood floor was high enough off the ground that it made a
fine place to sit her butt while I peeled back her legs and let her cunt hang out.
She was again more upset by the full view than where my mouth was
going. She liked it fine. I made her cum and everything. She screamed
inward in squeaky gasps when she came that time.
There was only one way to break the screamer or not screamer
deadlock- more testing!
The sun wasn't near the horizon yet. We had plenty of time to
fuck again before it got dark. I had an ulterior motive. I was hoping to
see if I could fuck four times in a day just to make sure for Ruthie.
And I wasn't stupid enough that I was going to tell Ruthie.

The party broke up in five minutes after Judy had gone in. The
boozy whispers went away perhaps ten minutes later and the coast was
clear. I wished I knew if any of the men had bagged a broad and who, but
I hadn't been close enough to hear words.
The jury in the crow's nest apartment was decidedly out. She had
made "ooo-ack" chimp noises into my mouth when I had fucked her the
second time on the cot in the woods.
It might be not-so-loud's turn or the screamer next. I didn't care.
I was going to bend her over something and fuck her from behind. I had
fallen in lust with the solid, but bouncy cheeks of her ass. I was going
to cum slamming into them and I didn't care who heard about it.
Judy was a naughty little bitch when she was inside walls. She
pranced around proudly wearing nothing but high-heel mules that did
tighten up everything below her waist at least a little bit. She was
happy to sprawl on the bed and open up her legs for me.
She was ready again and it was obvious this was more what she had
planned. She was comfortable enough to come on to me. She began to help
me with my clothes when I was too slow to undress.
"I should throw these out the window and not go and get them for
you until Sunday," she threatened, holding my clothes.
"If you want me out of 'em, just say so," I told her. "I don't
mind hanging out with you."
Ha. Ha. It didn't have to be funny. It just had to move us on to
bending her over and getting to that nice, big ass. Then I looked again
and knew she was going to have to be balancing on those heels when I
fucked her.
The heels turned her already hot ass into a sexy ass. It was a
slight bit higher. It was a slight bit smoother, and it parted a
slight bit more where her cheeks met at the bottom. And I bet it was just
the right height for me to stand behind her and fuck her until she
screamed. Assuming she would scream this time.
Such lewd imaginings were having a visible effect on my cock.
"You must be thinking something naughty for this to look up," she
said as she stroked my growing cock, "What are you thinking?"
I told her.
"You mean like an animal, bent over the table?" she shrank in mock
horror.
"That'll do," I told her and guided her over to it.
I didn't need to be ready to stick it in for this part. I was still
finding a good and comfortable position that would stand up to the kind
of fucking I was planning to give her rear. I let my cock rest in the
crack of her ass and moved her ass around.
I wanted her ass tight, but not completely tight. I didn't want to
see flapping, but I wanted her ass to move when I slammed into it. And I
wanted her at a level where I could easily fuck up, down and straight
into her cunt with a minimum of fuss.
I'm demanding, but it wasn't torture for either of us for me to
slide her ass around on my cock. When I found the range, I leaned over
her back and gave us both a little warm-up. Her breasts were real nice
hanging down. They hung down in longer thin cylinders weighed down by a
pretty pink nipple pointing to the table.
I took my cue from being in a barn and milked her. She liked that,
but I know it was my hard cock rubbing her twat from behind that was
making her juice run all over my balls. She was ready. I was ready. I
put my cock in her and pushed tight against her rear.
As she squirmed around with my cock to the hilt in her pussy, I
thought about the condom I hadn't put on.
"I'm not wearing anything," I told her.
"I'm naked too," she giggled.
"No, I don't have a rubber on," I said, "Should I pull out and get
one?"
"Oh no, just go ahead and fuck me," she said.
"Then you're on the pill or something?" I wanted to check because I
wasn't sure she knew what I was saying.
"Oh no, but I don't care," she giggled, "Try and get me pregnant. I
dare you."
Pregnant wasn't what I was going for, but bare-back sounded pretty
good. Anyway, I was all the way to her fallopian tubes and it seemed
like it was pretty late to be going back now. I left my cock in and
fucked her.
It was every bit of what I had imagined and more. Her butt felt
just as nice and looked just as nice as I had dreamed. There was a nice
cushion just before you slapped up firm against her and every time
you did, her ass rolled in waves up and back.
The more came from ignoring that Judy would be swinging her ass like
a stripper as I stuck my dick in her. That made my cock swim in a
whirlpool of hot cunt while I was slamming into her rear.
I didn't stop just because I came. It was too good to let a little
thing like an orgasm end it. I kept on fucking, kept on squirting and
then fucked her some more when the squirting was over.
It still wasn't enough to make her cum. She wasn't upset, but I
felt a little let-down. She said she didn't cum in that position and
asked what I expected when she only had my balls slapping her clit for
stimulation.
I didn't let it worry me. I felt confident I could get off again
in the next three hours and that answered the Ruthie four time question.
I was ready to eat her to an orgasm, but she didn't want that either.
I guess it had slipped my mind about the screaming part. She
had delighted in self and mutual discovery for an hour or so intertwined
with getting us something to eat. She even seemed overly aroused when
I played this-little-piggy with her toes.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but I had nothing to complain
about. I had fucked her real good three times already and she was building
up to another. The only thing she hadn't done was put her mouth on my
cock.
She got her face right down by it and looked me over carefully,
lifting my balls and everything. She touched me and even jacked my shaft
a few times when my cock rose again. My cock just never went in her mouth.
I didn't want to tell her to suck it and sound like a jerk, not yet
anyway. Then she was laying on her back, pulling her legs up to her
chest for me. Her little pink pussy with the flaming red hair wanted me so
bad. I could see that.
I recognized her subservience, even if I couldn't put a name to it
at that time. I liked it because it meant she wanted me pretty bad. It
didn't hurt that it made me feel like I was in charge, either.
I didn't have any conception (excuse the pun) of the things you'd do
to help yourself get pregnant. I thought her position was to give maximum
sensation to both of us. I thought she was trying to be adventurous,
not maternal.
Part A went real good. I sat up behind her and fed my cock to her
hungry red slit. I liked watching my cock disappear between the fat
pink lips and she liked watching me watch. Every time I glanced up she
was staring at me with simmering eyes and a broad smile.
I found my way between her legs after a bit of that so I could lay
over her and take advantage of the penetration her position afforded.
There was nothing in the way of her pussy and I imagined that I could feel
her clit squish when I pushed in and smashed her pussy flat.
Judy seemed to like it. She squeaked happily every time I reached
bottom in her cunt. I covered her mouth just to kiss her this time and
she kissed back fiercely. It was the first aggressive thing she had done.
I took that as a signal she was ready for the big ride. The nice
part of her holding herself out of the way with her cunt sticking up
is that I only had to worry about me. I went up on my toes and began
dropping my body on her.
Slapping into her with all my weight set up a chorus of sounds. She
made a background rhythm of unh's that set off each squish sound as I
plunged into her sopping pussy. The percussion section was the slap that
came just after the squish and the 'unh'. Then she made the 'Oooooh' as
I pulled back to drop down on her again.
It was the perfect accompaniment to enhance my feeling that I was
drilling her like an oil well, deep and near the center of her Earth. I
picked up speed and dropped on her as fast as I could lift my butt to
drop it again.
Then we found the forgotten scream. At least she screamed Jesus'
name as I made her cum. It was a bit of shock to have her go off like a
siren in my face, but once I adjusted to the ear-splitting volume, I got
a thrill of pride knowing she was broadcasting my conquest to all the
wanna-bes sleeping out in the woods. It made me cum pretty good, too.
Part B I didn't know about. I noticed that she didn't relax after
I had shot my load in her. If anything, she rolled farther up on her
shoulders and held her pussy in the air over her face. I kind of wanted
to hug her after, but I turned over and went to sleep with her still
rolled up beside me.

Some time in the night I roused enough to realize she had cuddled
up behind me in a reverse of the spoons Ruthie and I usually slept in.
She was holding my cock like a security blanket.
We had gone to sleep a little early and we woke, at least I came to,
before the sun had cracked the horizon. For once I didn't awake with an
erection, but Judy's hand still held my cock and I quickly snapped to
attention as she stroked it.
I had the impression that she had been awake for some time, lying
quietly behind me, waiting for me to wake up. Her hand started to move
as soon as I showed signs of life.
It wasn't exactly aggressive on her part, but she found a way to
guide my attempt to hug her into rolling me between her legs. I was still
waking up and I was on top of her and inside her.
I wasn't ready to hump her furiously and cum right then, so I took
the opportunity to play with her tits as they pooled in round flat-topped
globes on her chest. Her nipples shaded from pink to passion pink as they
crinkled and pushed out nubs with my handling.
She was good at subtle fucking. My hips were moving distractedly
as I toyed with her breasts and leaned down to suck her nipples. Judy
tipped her hips in a little up and down that made me want to get down
to business. I suffered through the great feeling a while longer as I
satisfied myself with her tits.
By the time I started to fuck her, I was raring and ready and
sunlight was beginning to creep into the room. She turned as red-faced
and flushed as she ever had, but her screams seemed to trap each other
in her throat and not make it out into the morning air.
This time she taunted my limp cock by rolling out from under me
when I had cum and getting on her knees with her butt high in the air.
Her face was in the covers and her ass mocked me, sticking up open and
ready for a man that had a hard-on.
She denied that was her purpose, but she wouldn't say what her
purpose was. I did wring a promise from her that she would let me take
her in that position if my cock was ever up to it again. I even boasted
that I could make her cum while I fucked her that way.
Fortunately, that screaming fit was muffled by the bedclothes. It
wasn't smart to be doing her impression of Jane calling Tarzan on Sunday
afternoon. I had already had to grant her the permission to slip an apron
over her naked body so she could go to the door and talk to counselors
that had stopped by.
It was a lazy kind of activity, but there was activity from time
to time in the barn below us. Safe in her walls, Judy was turned on by
the thought of them close. I guess she wasn't scared if they couldn't
see her. She sat on my lap after breakfast and wiggled her ass and
hugged me.
It wasn't an impatient attempt to raise the dead. I'm sure that
was her goal, but she wasn't in any hurry. She seemed to be appreciating
the naked closeness just fine.
I know it sounds fucked, but I got to say I think she was real
impressed with me. And it's not like I'm bragging or anything. I'm a
sturdy young guy with okay looks, and I don't think it took much to
impress her. Matt was an athletic guy- impressive, for his size. I think
all it took was less fat and some strokable muscles.
I think she really enjoyed just looking over the guy that had been
putting it to her pretty non-stop for almost 24 hours. She showed how
happy just sitting on my lap made her when she felt my cock twitch under
her.
I hadn't been trying to get it up. Quite the reverse, I was enjoying
her appreciation and didn't mind resting a while longer. But at the first
twitch, she was buns up on the bed, keeping her promise to let me have
her that way.
I told her I had a ways to go before I could do anything about her,
but she answered that I would think of something. I couldn't tell if that
was a subtle hint to lick her crack or some innocent repartee.
I took it as subtle repartee and innocently licked her crack. She
didn't respond much, but she didn't shy away. When I found the head of her
clit slithering out of its hood, her butt did wiggle a bit. Several
things came to light when I licked up and my tongue first touched her
asshole.
"No, please, I can't take that," Judy was disgusted as she crawled
away from my tongue.
"You don't really like my tongue in your pussy either, do you?" I
asked her.
She trembled more than when I licked her clit as she took several
breaths before answering.
"Yes," she admitted painfully, on the edge of tears, "I like it. I
can't help it. It feels so good."
"You're supposed to, that's why I lick you there," I tried to soothe
her.
"But it's..." She tried to think of a better word and then ended
lamely, saying, "...wrong."
I was more interested in this as a revelation than as an opportunity
to convert her. I imagined the turmoil going on in her mind as she dealt
with her sin of cumming when I licked her in that forbidden place.
But I wasn't going to let her get away with it, either. I had no
real aim beyond negotiating some deal for me. It took her rugged
opposition to even considering letting me tongue her ass to make me
suspect that there was something she would agree to in its place. Maybe it
was something she wanted me to force on her.
It took forever for me to understand what she wouldn't say. Finally,
she compared the fear something awful would happen while I licked her
cunt to the fear she had last night before I fucked her the last time.
She was trying to shove me to the obvious conclusion now, still without
uttering the awful truth.
I had to think hard to remember back that far. There had been a lot
of tits and pussy and naked Judy since then. I had to think back farther
than the feel of dropping dick-first into her cunt.
Then it was funny. She wanted me to talk her into sucking my cock
like she was a 14-year-old. I remembered that I had kept thinking she was
going to kiss my dick while she played with it. She must have been
fighting with the decision. Or maybe she was making herself ready for me
to push her face down on my cock.
I tested the idea gently to see if I had unraveled the mystery.
"Then it sounds like you're going to be real scared before I fuck
you any more," I told her. "It's going to take some kind of kissing for
me to get hard again."
"No, please, It's not just dirty. It makes me crazy when you do
stuff back there," she said, sounding really distressed.
I should have taken pity and just fucked her. That was like me. For
some reason, her vulnerability made me aggressive. I think she was glad
I had that reaction.
"Then you have to put your mouth on my cock to get me hard," I told
her.
"Oh no, I couldn't," she protested, not convincingly.
"You have to," I said. "You've been fucking another man all week-end
and he's going to make you suck his cock."
"But I don't know how," she said.
"I don't care. You're putting your tongue on my dick and you're
going to let it go inside your mouth," I said. "I might get ready just
watching you with a cock in your face."
I added the last graphic description because her tail started to
wag when I started talking about mouths and cocks. I don't think she had
as much of a reservation about kissing my dick as she had about my licking
her cunt the first time.
She was curious, but she didn't think she should want to put her
mouth on a man's sex. I wondered how close she had come to doing it on her
own the night before. If I was right, then I was doing her a favor.
In high school, I had gotten my girlfriend comfortable laying on her
side with her head on my thigh. I told her how to touch me and then
brought her closer and closer. Reach out your tongue and touch it. Touch
it with your lips. Lick it, just one time. Kiss it.
The familiarization worked and she sucked my cock pretty good,
especially for a first time. I didn't go into that kind of detail with
Judy. First off, needing to get ready was a myth. I had been throbbing
hard since I had leapt on her vulnerability and watched it make her
butt wag. She got the short course to juice her up more than excite me.
"Open your mouth," I ordered with my cock swinging next to her face.
I let her pose with my cock pointed at, but not penetrating her
mouth.
"Stick out your tongue."
Touching my cock to her tongue was the apex of everything we shared
all week-end. There was a connection established from her eyes to mine
that was far more intense than any fucking we had done. I touched a
secret I was sure no one else ever had.
I had her suck my cock only long enough so she would know what it
felt like to have a throbbing organ in her mouth and see the effect
flash through my eyes. I wanted to fuck her.
It wasn't like my cock was begging to burst and I wanted to get off.
There was a much more psychological energy driving my need to get my
cock inside her. I needed to work off this highly charged sexual exchange
by fucking her long, deep and hard. It was like she had set my libido on
stun.
I was long lost in thinking how marvelously juicy her twat was
before I recalled my promise to make her cum. I immediately dropped
down over her back to gather up her tits and mold them as I moved
my hips from side to side. I needed to simmer while raising her sexual
fever a few degrees.
I got her to move her hips in counter-point to mine. We fondled,
ground against each other and groaned for a while and I slid my hands
down her belly as I straightened up. One hand stopped on her hip bone
and the other slid on down to curl around her pubic bone.
I fucked between my fingers as I squeezed her snatch with one hand
and pulled her back against me harder with the other. I was in a strange
limbo as I fucked her. It was as if my drive had been suspended until I
heard her cum.
The bedclothes muffled the sound, but didn't disguise the volume
of her cries. I could tell her screams were as frantic as any I had
brought from her so far. Then I rocked up into her for my own good.

Ruthie said she thought Matt wasn't getting the job done and Judy
was trying to have me get her pregnant. I was careful not to admit to
fucking her more than twice on any one day.
I didn't go into the whole oral sex thing, except to say that Judy
didn't like me to eat her pussy. I had hopes. I had left Judy with the
invitation to use my cock if she wanted to find out more about sucking one.
Ruthie was hot and wanted me right away. I think that was to check
if I was lying about how much I had fucked Mrs. Hall. I got through her
to her satisfaction, but that meant Kristin got pushed back to Monday.
I guess I was pretty safe, knowing what I knew, but I still didn't
like trouble. Monday is a toss-up. Kids are still restless on their first
day, but nothing much is happening.
The Senior counselors don't know the junior counselors well enough
to think something is strange, but there's always the chance a kid will
get lost on the way to the bathroom.
Kristin was okay, but I didn't like fucking in the weeds behind her
cabin. She had to clamp a lip-lock on my cock and virtually hold me
there to make me stay and fuck her a second time. I guess she was happy
because no one dropped off my list, but it was more worry than pleasure
for me.
I spent a whole hour, maybe two wondering if I had become an object
to these women. Then my head cleared and I came to my senses. Who cares?
Just because I had overdone some in the last few days shouldn't mean I
wanted my pussy to go away.
I was as ready for Ruthie as ever by nighttime.
My chores at Senior camp took on a different flavor as I carried
them out under Judy's watchful eye. I certainly had my doubts about
having anything to do with any of the new batch of campers.
Ruthie's loving care made this difficult period easier. She was
looking forward to the week-end. She talked about little else.
Fortunately, her banter included mock concern for my stamina. She was
careful not to tax me in the days leading up to the promised feat.
She made that even more enjoyable by catering to me with massages
and warm cuddles to get me in the best shape possible for what I think
she thought was an impossible feat. Such treatment was making me feel
very sentimental about Ruthie.
It was another day before I found out about my new duties. Senior
campers had their convenient solitude night in the second week. The Senior
camp director's wife had a convenient three, sometimes four-hour hour
window in the first week as Matt was the leader of a whole camp gathering
around the campfire.
This time it was Judy that met me in the tipi. She admitted to a
certain excitement when she thought of what I had been doing to the two
campers there in the dark. She also admitted that she felt a little more
secure not being exposed to anyone's eyes.
She wanted the extra feeling of security because she had decided to
take me up on my offer to let her practice cocksucking with my dick. I had
given up trying to understand her story. I was happy to let her take my
cock out and plop her mouth over it.
"Is that good?" she asked after a couple minutes of diligent
sucking.
"You have to try to be bad," I told her, "You do fine. Eagerness is
the best thing you can have to be good at it. There's no other rules to
it."
This was one time the dark was not my friend. She sucked my cock
okay, but it would have been better if I could watch my cock disappear
into her face. She was an eager amateur, but she was an amateur.
"Do you want to be a really bad girl?" I asked her after a little
more of her steady bobbing on my cock.
"What do I have to do?" she sounded eager.
I reached down and felt she still had her shirt on.
"Take off this shirt- and the bra," I told her.
I lay back as she mastered the buttons and the clasp.
"Put my cock between your breasts and rub them on me," I told her.
I had to picture those pale pillows pinched around my dick in my
mind, but somehow that was an easy image to summon. It didn't hurt that
they felt real good either.
"Can you reach it now?" I asked as I fucked between her soft tits.
"What?" she asked.
"Can you lick my cock when I push it up there?" I said.
She tried with unsatisfactory results. She might have gotten it
with practice, but I was getting a bit impatient.
"I can't stand it," I exaggerated, "You better get it in your mouth
if you want to make me cum that way."
"Oh- I had something different in mind," she said.
"Not to waste young, viable sperm?" I asked.
"Well, since you're here," she confirmed Ruthie's guess easily.
"Then I guess you want me to roll you over so it all drips downhill,"
I went on, proud of my mature understanding.
I guess it isn't that hard to climb on top of a woman in the dark,
but it does break up a romantic flow. There's just a little too much,
oops, excuse me, it's lower down, to make it a dream sequence.
I don't think the dark helped us this time. I missed the ways her
eyes closed- a dreamy slow blink sometimes, snapping shut in almost a wince
at others and all the attendant shapes her mouth took as she reacted to my
cock. I did appreciate the lushness of her sex more. I was afraid she would
be revealed as soft and heavy when I relied on touch alone, but she felt
comfortable and deep as I fucked her in the dark.
"Honey, I'm... I'm going to scream," she hyperventilated in the
effort to hold back her shriek.
That was enough of an emergency to make me pause even on the
edge of cumming. I groped frantically until I found clothes and grabbed
them to stuff over her face. Then I took the interruption out on her
and her scream tried to rip through the clothes and my hand as I made
her come.
"Now be quiet and I'll do a job for you," I told her as I leaned
back.
I hooked my elbows through her knees and pulled them up under me. I
lay on her thighs and dipped deep into her cunt. I fucked her fast and
hard because a quick finish was what we both wanted.
I tried to squirm as much as I could with my cock deep in her to
make my cock give her all the cum it could pump out. I normally freak at
the thought of being a father, but I guess I'm not immune to the manly
pride in being able to impregnate women.
Ruthie was mostly concerned that I didn't overtax myself. I don't
think she liked to hear about my adventures with Judy so much. She was so
weird about it that I had to do an about face before we got into an
argument over the whole thing.
Whatever was bugging Ruthie had a funny effect on her. She became
very belligerent when I was teasing her, but when I switched gears and got
bossy, she got real shy and almost weepy. It was interesting, but it
didn’t stop me from having some fun with her.
“You’re not going to play games with me,” I told her. “I’m not going
to fuck all night and then let you rest. Pull up that nightgown and pull
it up now.”
I don’t think I was as impressive as she made me look and I don’t
think she was as submissive as she was playing. She hiked up her nightgown
over her hips. Climb on and do me, that’s all you want, her actions were
saying.
She had pretty much hit the nail on the head- attitude wise. Except
that I wasn’t climbing on anybody. I reached down between her legs and
started to pet the pussy.
“I order you to have an orgasm on my fingers,” I told her in mock
seriousness. “And it better be a good one.”
We came to it in a strange way, but it seemed there was still other
sides to Ruthie that I hadn’t discovered. She didn’t seem weepy anymore as
I told her what to do. She liked it.
I touched her as I ranted on about her having to do her part and
then struck on an idea as she began to respond to my fingers. I ordered
her to get off and then held my fingers in place for her to work her hips
on.
As she responded, I rewarded her by curling two fingers and letting
her fuck herself on them. She did the rest, including kneading her breasts as she got ready to cum. I guess I did move my hand a little when she was
thrashing beside me, but she had made herself cum. I was just making the
climax a little higher.
"And if I hear any more lip, I'll make you do it again," I said,
still in the dominating role.
"If it was earlier, I'd call you names to see if you would," Ruthie
said, "But it's late and we still have campers to ship off tomorrow."
It was hard- no pun intended- to get to sleep with the erection our
play had given me, but I rolled up to Ruthie and tried to play long
married couple. I guess it was difficult only for a short time because I
don't remember much after cuddling next to her heat.
She had a secret when I saw her after breakfast. I could tell by
her sly smile. But Ruthie wasn't giving it away yet. I had to wait until
the campers were trickling out of camp before she told me.
"I've got to get the room for tonight and tomorrow to have all day
in it," she said first off. "How many times do you think you can go from
now to Sunday night?"
That was a leading question. I knew from experience that I should
be able to fuck her four times before the night was over. Three, maybe
another four times should be possible in another whole day, but I wasn't
going to set the bar that high. In fact, I didn't see why I should answer
the first time she asked.
"You mean like a marathon? Just keep at it and go for a record or
something?" I asked her back.
"I mean, are you going to be so drained after the first four times
that you won't be interested the rest of the weekend?" she asked.
"Have I seemed like a guy that ever gets enough so far?" I asked.
"Okay, so I'll ask you if you like Janey instead. Do you?" she
shifted gears.
Janey was okay. She was destined to become a wonderful woman because
she was blessed with a long Bassett hound face that had already started to
widen into the model's features she would have when she matured. She had
been shunned enough to keep her humble when she finally found out that she
was a beauty.
But it wasn't the promise of later beauty or a nice personality that
was her best feature as far as I was concerned. She had a body that made
me hot. It wasn't the kind of body that you describe as sexy, but it was
to me. There was something in the guiless way she moved and the slender
perfection of her body that got to me. It wasn't the equipment. It was
the feeling I got that Janey would know how to use it.
"Yeah, she's okay," I said, "What's that got to do with marathon
fucking?"
"Okay, then I'll give it to you this way," Ruthie said, pissed I
was ruining her fun. "If you can fuck me four times before church, I can
get Janey to come over and we'll have a party. Any objections?"
It hadn't loomed as even a possibility in my mind. There was a rush
at the idea and then a chill as the thought of being out-numbered in bed
occurred to me. There was a terrific upside if they wanted to work together
for my benefit and as much downside if they decided to gang up against me.
I don't have a fragile ego, but I knew two women could make it
impossible to have a great time if they felt like stopping it. And it was
different from anything I'd ever come close to doing. I guess I was a
little bit daunted by the unknowns.
Of course I wouldn't admit that to Ruthie. I agreed with the added
call for us to hurry if I was going to have time to hold up my end of the
deal.
We didn't have to pack many clothes. We didn't plan on wearing much
for the next couple of days. Church was casual and then we'd pick up
Janey and we wouldn't need clothes until we came back- whenever.
Ruthie had restocked for the next week right after breakfast and
got us a room on the same trip. It wasn't in the same place most visitors
stayed. It was a smaller motel down the road about 10 miles. We should
have some privacy there and little risk of meeting any prospective campers
a day early.
I just hoped the managers weren't the nosy kind because I was
planning on making Ruthie scream like Judy Hall all weekend long. I was
pretty pumped for the weekend even if I didn't have any idea what we
would do first and what would come next. I figured that was the easy part.
All I knew was we should get to it. There was plenty of time, but
it didn't hurt to get the first fuck out of the way. It was almost noon
and I figured we could get some lunch after we got done.
We ended up going for lunch before we fucked. We got in the room
and started kissing and it felt funny. I got Ruthie's clothes off and
we were laying on the bed when it all stalled.
"Does this feel as strange to you as it does to me?" I asked.
"Like we're just doing it to get it out of the way?" Ruthie asked.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm sure we'll get into it at some point, but... I
don't know. It's just weird," I said.
"Maybe we just need to work up to it," Ruthie suggested.
There's a nice Bavarian restaurant and we went there to eat first.
It was like a strange date. I mean, Ruthie and I knew all the things that
people usually don't know when they first go out and none of the things
those same people know. I didn't even know her major.
We spent about ten minutes bringing each other up to date about what
had been happening in our lives. That was enough to get us relaxed again.
Then Ruthie started telling me things about Janey.
Janey was in no way bisexual, Ruthie said. So I could forget about
any girl-girl shows. But Ruthie said Janey was really turned on by the
idea of both girls in bed with me at the same time. We decided there were
some things about Janey we might be able to uncover.
We were in the mood when we got back to the motel. We had finished
our meal teasing and tickling each other and we were ready to get naked
and get down to it. This time we weren't like two scared kids on prom
night. We stripped down and met on the bed ready for action.
It wasn't about doing it four times anymore. Ruthie had set my mind
whirling as we talked over things we could do as a threesome. Something
she had said had my dick tingling.
"You sounded disappointed when you said Janey didn't like girl action," I teased her, "Is that the kind of thing you really like?"
I had two fingers inside her as I questioned her. I'm not sure it
was the best way to get a straight answer. I think she was agreeing with
anything I said just to keep my fingers moving inside her.
Watching her groan and twist with arousal made my game less
interesting and I soon took my fingers out of Ruthie and climbed between
her legs to replace them with my cock. Then there were breasts- nice humps
of breasts to play with as I humped my cock in and out of her.
"It's not... ahhh.. fair..." Ruthie gasped as I fucked her, "You...
got me all hot... I'm... I'm... going to cum..."
I made sure she did. I rubbed her breasts roughly with circles of
my palms as I fucked her harder. Ruthie clamped me between her thighs and
squirmed. I humped her fast and deep and kissed her until she pushed me
away to gasp.
"Don't stop," she begged, "Do it now! Keep fucking me! I'm cumming!"
And she was too. I could feel her toes curl where they pressed into
my calves and her cunt convulse as she jumped up to happy land. I kept at
her until she hugged me to her to make me stop.
"Let me catch my breath," she gasped, "That was too good. I was
trying to fight it and it was too good."
I could sympathize with post-orgasm sensitivity. My cock gets real
jumpy right after it's shot off. But sometimes that's the best time. It's
almost like torture, it feels so good, but if you get a woman that likes to
watch you thrash about it can be like a climax squared.
That was what I was thinking when Ruthie began to prattle about me
getting her off without getting off myself.
"I don't know if we can count that," she was saying, "I think you've
got to