CAMP S.U.C.K. XX
The last two weeks were going by too fast. Jon and Bobbie were monomagous the whole time and found occasion for a sexual romp every day. They were, in fact desperate, knowing it would be a long winter and they weren't even sure they would be together as junior counsellors the next summer. The band was shaping up for the wedding and the whole camp was looking forward to attending.
When Hal and his wife Bettty arrived at the Nursing Station after closing time Don had indeed found a bottle of pinot noir and it was open for airing. Don had forgotten how nice Betty looked. She was tall, about 5'9", maybe 130 pounds and somewhere around 40 years old. They talked a bit about the camp, the wedding and after the first glass of wine, Don said: "Well, we know why we're here and I move we all get naked and get to know each other better." It took less than a minute to accomplish and Don was pleased to see that Betty looked even better naked than he had hoped. Tits were maybe a little on the small side for her size, but high, pert and begging to be nursed.
Betty: "Hal, you didn't do his penis justice. It is just gorgeous. Look how his glans flares out. It must be a good four millimeters outside the shaft. And so glistening smooth. Yummy, just yummy. I want it in my vagina, like now. But it needs to be moistened first." Her head dropped to take that pretty mushroom head into her mouth and her eyes closed as she gently sucked it.
"Hey, quit.", said Don. "I don't want the party to end so soon." They decided Don would fuck Betty and Hal would fuck Don. The men donned condoms, Betty lay on her side with her knees drawn up and Don gently entered her love canal.
"Oh, God, that feels so good when it pops in, I want you to do it again and again.", said Betty, and she began rubbing her clit as Don did as requested. Then he felt Hal's cock enter his asshole and it felt better than he remembered rectal sex could be. Don did most of the moving: Hal was getting a lot of feeling as Don moved in and out of Betty's pussy thereby his pucker was stroking Hal's very hard cock. Nobody said a word, they were all lost in lovely sexual joy and having parallel thoughts. Hal, who had never had his dick up a rectum: "Hey, his asshole really grabs my penis tight and I like it!" Betty: "Oh God, I can feel that big head in my pussy and every time he bangs my cervix it's heaven!" Don: "Crazy! Haven't fucked a woman in years and to have a guy up my butt at the same time is terrific!" Then Betty squealed, "Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm cumming! OH, Oh,o,o,o,o,ooooooooooh! And Don felt her vagina squeezing his organ over and over as she climaxed. That pushed him over the edge and he drove forward, burying his squirting penis deep inside that lovely tight vagina. Hal felt Don's rectum contracting with every squirt of cum flowing into his wife and it only took a half dozen more strokes until his dick unloaded into Don's colon.Betty was still stroking her clit and she finished off the tryst with another noisy orgasm. They all had big silly smiles and agreed that next year they would have an encore.
The wedding was a blast. The grooms (?) both, like their men of honor, wore black papier mache bowties and were otherwise without a stitch on. The minister wore only a clerical collar. The service was quite tradtional and serious. The wedding march blared as the now married men walked down an aisle of naked campers all tossing flower petals they had gathered that day. Then the dancing, fruit punch and hors d'oerves flowed. It was quite a sight: girls dancing with girls, boys dancing with boys, and even boys dancing with girls. The counsellors had their own punch bowl and Jon guessed somebody had spiked it with a fifth of vodka. The longer the evening went, the more boisterous the counsellors became. Couples were continually drifting in and out of the bushes and at one point two counsellors, guys, were sitting at their table in quiet conversation and jacking each other off under the table. Jon was with Bobbie for the whole time. It was their last time together and after a few dances, Bobbie said: "Enough of this fol de rol, let's take a walk." They headed for the 'condom clearing' but hesitated as they got closer when they heard moans. Peeking through the bushes, they saw two girls in a strange posture. They were lying on their sides with their legs spread so that one girl had her upper leg over the other girl's tummy and the other leg behind her butt. They were grinding their pussies together vigorously and then one, the blonde, said: Oh, Ginger, I'm gonna cum..." And shortly thereafter she let out a little "eeeeek!", stiffened up and apparently did orgasm. It didn't take long for the redhead to follow suit.
When the girls, hand in hand, left the glade Jon said: "I guess I've seen it all now."
Bobbie: "I doubt it, but I hadn't see that either. Looks like fun but it wouldn't work for us. Apparently you enjoyed it, or at least that thing down there did. It's all hard and drippy...."
"It is, and that isn't precum, that's tears crying for you.", said Jon.
Bobbie: "How poetic. I think if I kissed it, it would stop crying."
"I doubt that, but licking my tears away was just what I had in mind for our last romp of the summer.", said Jon. So they stretched out in the 69 position and began to suck. It was a different time than their last tryst. This time slow, tender, loving, gentle and oh so sweet, in no hurry to end something so delicious for so long until the camp resumed next June. All too soon, Jon felt the tension taking over his entire body and rapidly increasing until, like the blonde a few minutes before, his body became rigid, his back arched and he drove his cock deep into Bobbie's throat. He came quietly from a vocal standpoint, but his cock was anything but quiet as it jerked and spasmed and squirted boycum to fill Bobbie's mouth. She swallowed the whole load and concentrated on the lovely feelings flowing up from her stony hard 'clit'. She wanted the feeling to last, but when Jon slid his finger up her pooper and began to massage her 'G Spot' she knew the dam was about to break.
"I'm getting close....", she said. "Oh, I'm getting close. CLOSE, she muttered and Jon felt the first spasm of her pucker as her prostate hardened. "OOOhhhhhh! O, O, Ohhh, o, o, o. ooooooeeee.", and she collapsed like a rag doll. Jon knew he couldn't swallow her whole ejaculation, but he he got down the first couple of squirts and then lifted his head to watch the rest of the flood come shooting out of her jerking clit. They held each other for a long time, not speaking. They knew they were both savoring the moment and also knew it would be a long time before they could share orgasms again.
Before the end of the evening, Jon and Bobbie were assured by the camp director that they had jobs for the next season. Now it was up to them to sell the program to their parents.
TO BE CONTINUED