Dog
Star's 
Boot Camp
My mother called me a “bad seed.” By the time I was twelve I still didn’t know what that meant but I guess I wasn’t always a good girl, so maybe that was it. Not like I got into trouble all the time yet it seemed like when I did do something maybe a little bad I’d get caught for sure. I’m not like some of the other girls my age; all tits but no brains. Perhaps that’s it. I’m too smart for my own good but not pretty enough to skate away from trouble. The last straw was when a new boy in school thought I was another boy, and I decked him with one punch. Detention wasn’t the worst of it. The teasing was. I was twelve, small for my age, flat-chested and plain. My lot in life.
Then the really worst thing happened. My mom heard about a summer camp that was like those boot camps they send first-time criminals to. That’s when I drew the short straw—I needed “straightening out.”
On the day she dropped me off I got the “It’s for your own good” and “You’ll thank me someday” speeches. I doubted it.
I didn’t even have to settle in before I knew the score. This place was a haven for punks and would be a few weeks of hell. The guys were bad enough, but en masse the girls fit the profile of twice pregnant and toothless before the age of twenty. I spent the first couple of days trying to be invisible but rarely succeeded. One of the girls, ironically named Angel, kept saying I’d been beaten up with “the ugly stick.” It was only words until I said that if she looked up “ugly stick” on Wikipedia it would show her picture. A fight and a bloody nose later I was in the Commandant’s office being reminded why my mother sent me there. Angel didn’t give a shit. It was par for the course for her.
Outside of this hell-hole I probably wouldn’t have befriended her, but I began to hang out with Maddy, the only girl here smarter than a doorstop.
“It’s macho bullshit calling that idiot with the bad toupee the Commandant. What do they think they’re running here anyway?” I said one day, sitting with Maddy by the weed infested, bad smelling body of water they actually called a lake.
“Yeah, why not just cut the bull and call him Warden?” she said, shaking her head as she often did, like perpetually saying no to the world.
“And calling our jailers ‘counselors’ like we’re at Camp Sunshine or something, making macramé crap to bring home to mom.”
“Rapists would be better name than councilors. Three of the jerks have already felt me up,” she said, “and if girls like Heather and Charlie weren’t here they would have dragged me into the woods and raped me, I know it.” Whether her fears were unfounded or not, her revelation became another indicator of where I fit into the scheme of things; one bloody nose but zero gropes.
We had chores to do, mostly make-work details that were designed to teach us responsibility, but all they did was teach us that most adults are like sheep. I didn’t want to be another sheep. I didn’t mind taking responsibility for anything as long as it had value. At least it wasn’t like a chain-gang.
When we were done working, and following communal dinner, we were allowed some time to ourselves. Our keepers—the counselors—pretty much left us alone during that time unless there was a fight or something. Some of the kids hung out at the lake even if the water was dank. Maddy and I guessed the quality of the water had nothing to do with hanging out in a bikini. We had one-piece suits and that was just fine with us.
We soon learned that hanging out wasn’t the only diversion. One of the older boys, a hunk named Josh always had at least two girls hanging all over him wherever he went. That day he was at the lake with Heather on one arm and Angela on the other. Both girls were busting out of their bikinis. Josh liked breasts—even if I had a chance, that knocked me off his list. We watched with amazement as he openly fondled first one then the other. Both giggled with an occasional moan thrown in.
When Josh did a quick look-around and said something to the girls, Maddy whispered to me, “How much you wanna bet that they’ll go into the woods and fuck?”
Okay, I’ll admit that though I knew the basics, the mechanics of sex was a nebulous concept in my mind. I’ve seen enough sex videos on-line to confuse the hell out of me, frankly with some of them creeping me out. I’ll stay a virgin, thank you very much. I’ve taken a stab at masturbation yet somehow the “big one” girls talk about has so far eluded me.
I nodded in response to Maddy’s question and waited for her follow-up. I knew what she would propose and she didn’t disappoint. “Let’s follow them and watch,” she said. After all, she was a curious virgin too.
We waited for a reasonable amount of time before we looked around to be sure no one was watching us and snuck off into the woods to follow them. We were afraid we were making too much noise, but by the time we heard them we knew we had nothing to fear from our lack of stealth. They were making a lot more noise than we were.
Josh kept repeating, “Oh baby, that’s good…” as we also heard wet slurping sounds.
Maddy glanced at me, a puzzled look on her face. For once, I didn’t feel so stupid since I guessed what the noises were all about. We snuck closer until we could see them through the bushes. Josh and Heather were naked while Angela still had her bikini bottoms on. They’d found a small grassy clearing to do it in, getting me to wonder if this spot was well known throughout the camp for just this type of activity. Josh was lying down in the grass while Heather had his hard penis in her mouth, moving her head up and down to slide it between her lips. Josh looked so big I doubted I could do what Heather was doing without choking. So this is what they call a blow job, though it looked more like sucking than blowing. Angela was sitting to the side of Josh with her hand inside her bottoms. She was obviously rubbing herself.
I watched in silent curiosity, while Maddy gasped. I whispered, “Ssssh” while noticing that Maddy’s hand was at her crotch like Angela’s was.
Josh suddenly groaned “I can’t hold it.”
Heather sort of sprang back, letting his penis slide out of her mouth just as several jets of milky-white liquid shot from him. I’d seen that before in sex videos yet in real life it was even more spectacular.
When she swore at him, I thought she was mad because he got the stuff all over her, but then she said, “I wanted to fuck, you asshole!”
“I couldn’t help it, babe. You’re too good a cock sucker.”
She muttered something about next time, when I noticed Angela rubbing more furiously. Her eyes were closed and her tits bounced when she kind of put her head back and squealed pretty loudly. THAT must be the kind of orgasms all the girls talk about but so far has eluded my fingers’ work. I’ll sheepishly admit that looking at Angela and her large, firm, pointy and jiggling breasts as she orgasmed made me tingle more that the sight of Josh’s penis.
Heather laughed at Angela, and then turned to Josh, saying “I think she wanted to fuck too. Can you get hard again, or do I have to look for my dildo?”
I didn’t know what a dildo was, but the rest was clear to me. I glanced at Maddy long enough to know she was going to orgasm like Angela had. I put my hand over her mouth and managed to stifle enough of her noises so the others didn’t hear her. Maddy was flushed and breathing hard but we stayed and watched as the two girls played with Josh’s penis trying to get him stiff again. It wasn’t until Angela straddled his head and put her pussy right on his mouth that he began to stiffen.
Maddy whispered, “Oooooo, that’s what I like,” which confused me. Like what? How did she know?
While Angela swayed, Heather grabbed Josh’s now-stiff penis and straddled that end of him, sliding it into her vagina. I was mesmerized, but Maddy tugged on my arm and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.” I wanted to watch more, especially since I felt a tingle between my legs. Maddy was going to leave with or without me, so I went with her, the sounds of the woods mingling with the moans, yelps and giggles of two girls having sex.
When we got back to the lake’s little beach, no one was there. Maddy suddenly said, “What time is it?”
I looked at my watch and then said, “Don’t worry; we’ve got time to get back before curfew.”
“What about them?”
I laughed and said, “Let them worry about it after they have their orgasms.”
Maddy blushed and said, “Omigod, did you see Angela’s tits? They’re beautiful! I wish I had ones like that.”
“You were looking at her when you, you know…?” She blushed again and admitted that she had. Then I asked her the big question, “What did you mean by ‘that’s what I like’ back there?”
“I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t want to be my friend after.”
“I’ll be your friend no matter what you say, unless you don’t want me to be your friend anymore.”
She said, “It’s not that. In fact it’s the opposite. I want you to be more than a friend.”
How naïve of me, I thought. “You like girls instead of boys, is that it?”
She blushed again and nodded. “I like you,” she said, “That’s why I said I’m afraid of losing you as a friend…like, if you think I’m a perv for wanting to…you know…”
“Wow, Maddy,” I said. Right then I wasn’t sure how I felt about her desire. Anyway, I couldn’t see it. “I’m glad you like me, really; though I don’t understand since I’m not pretty and I don’t have tits like Angela’s or Lisa’s,” another girl in camp with big breasts.
She smiled and said, “You are pretty, you just don’t know it, and besides, your tits would be easier to suck on.”
I couldn’t believe this, maybe because sex with another girl never occurred to me before. I saw the way she looked at me with this new light of understanding. “I’ll have to think about it…like, you know…sex, but I’m still your friend.” She wanted so much to kiss me, I knew, but this wasn’t the place or time to do it. We needed to make curfew and do our nighttime slave chores, and we didn’t need to provide the others with another reason to rag on us.
Before drifting off to sleep that night, I pondered what sex with Maddy would be like, remembering what she said she liked after we saw Josh licking Angela’s pussy. Maybe Maddy’s tongue would feel better than my fingers, I mused. I fell asleep with the image of the threesome in the woods in my head and my fingers in my panties. It was very wet down there.
The next day we had to do a bunch of things meant to teach us “teamwork” though I think the make-work exercises only taught us how sadistic the people who ran the place were. One of the most senior counselors kept berating Charlie, one of the slut girls, for not doing things right. Instead of looking intimidated, Charlie laughed at what Mitch was saying.
Maddy leaned toward me and whispered, “He’s fucking her. This is just a show so he can ‘punish’ her later, ha ha.”
I never thought of the older man as being a hunk, but now that I’m learning more about sex (see, I am learning important stuff here) I can see the attraction. He did have a lean body, with no beer gut like other men his age; and if what I hear girls say (that big feet mean the guy has a big penis) is correct then he must be huge. Why any girl would want a big one in her vagina was beyond my comprehension. I’d have to find out someday. For now, though, there was Maddy.
I whispered back, “Are you gonna want to follow them too?”
“Can’t. He’ll take her back to his cabin and that’s where they’ll do it.”
“We could sneak over there and look in a window.”
“Do you really think he’ll leave the curtains open?” she said before laughing. “On second thought, he might be an exhibitionist, wanting people to see him and Charlie.”
Okay, still learning.
When the make-work crap was done, we watched Mitch and Charlie wend their way to the cabin (which Mitch shared with another counselor named Pete) via separate paths, though Maddy and I surely knew where they were headed. Mitch made a show of entering, then we watched Charlie slink around back to a window where Mitch helped her climb inside.
After a safe interval we snuck up to that window and peeked inside. We couldn’t see much through the gap in the curtains but we sure heard everything. Charlie murmured how big he was and how good it felt just before we heard those tell-tale slurping sounds as well as Mitch’s groans.
We jostled each other trying to see what was happening. I saw Charlie on her back with her legs spread and in the air, with Mitch between them, his ass going up and down as his erection went in and out of her. It certainly looked gigantic to my inexperienced eye. It also looked wet every time he came out and before he went back into her. I remembered how wet I’d been last night just thinking about sex, so I kind of figured out why his penis looked shiny and wet.
As Maddy got her chance to look through the gap, she moaned and put her hand into her pants. “Look at her face!” she whispered a bit louder than I would’ve liked. “She’s gonna cum!” She turned to face me and whispered, “Doesn’t she look beautiful right now?”
I didn’t think Charlie was beautiful, but as I stared at her face in the moments before she began to scream, I saw what Maddy must have meant. As I watched Charlie’s explosive orgasm and Mitch’s ejaculation (which was a good thing since he hadn’t worn a condom) I felt Maddy put her other hand inside my pants and caress my ass. Maybe it was from watching the sex, but what she was doing felt real good and so I didn’t stop her.
When we were far enough away from the window, Maddy stopped me and put a hand on either side of my face. “That’s what I want to do to you. I want you to have that face…like Charlie did.” I didn’t know what to say, so all my lips did was accept her kiss. She surprised me with her tongue, yet the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. After a few tentative moments our bodies were as locked together as our lips.
“Where can we go?” she breathlessly asked once our lips parted.
“Nowhere now,” I said. “Maybe when we have free time we can go into the woods like Josh and the girls did.”
Maddy eyes lit up, realizing with that suggestion that I’d acquiesced to her desires. “Yes, oh yes!” she replied before kissing me again.
Unfortunately we had too many activities the rest of the day so I had to sleep with the imagination of what would happen rather than the reality that was Maddy. It took two days of stupid activities (and nervous anticipation) before we had enough free time that Maddy and I could go to the lake and slip into the woods. We walked farther in than Josh had with the girls, and located a small grassy spot that seemed well-hidden.
I looked into her eyes and saw the lust, and basically still couldn’t understand the attraction, especially after her confession that she liked big breasts. “What now?” I said nervously.
“First off I want to kiss you, and then you’ll just have to trust me that what I do to you will be good. Do you trust me?”
I nodded, saying “Of course I do,” before she took me in her arms and brought her lips to mine.
Her tongue was in my mouth as she slowly guided me down onto the grassy surface of our little clearing. Her tongue probed for mine as she slipped her hand under the legband of my swimsuit. When her fingertips found what she was searching for, she let out a soft moan and whispered, “You’re bald…do you shave?”
Momentarily surprised by her declaration, it took me a few moments before I said, “No, I don’t shave. I just haven’t grown hair down there yet. Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh no, my sweet, it’s perfect. I have a little hair. Will you touch me?”
I obliged and slid my hand underneath her suit like she did mine. She had a small tuft of coarse hair above her pussy but nothing surrounding it. I discovered something else with my fingers, though. I discovered a slippery liquid oozing out of her, and I made the connection between her amazing moisture and mine, as well as the glistening wetness I’d seen on Mitch’s penis as it came out of Charlie.
Maddy stopped touching me as she relaxed in enjoyment of my touching of her pussy. She moaned, “It feels so gooooooooood! I can’t wait for your tongue.”
I joked with her, more from nervousness than anything else, “You’ll have to wait. Didn’t you say I would come first?” In my naiveté, I failed to recognize my pun.
She said, “Oh, yes,” and then proceeded to help me out of my bathing suit before taking her own off. It’s not as if I hadn’t seen girls naked, but this was different and I was very self-conscious about my nakedness and hers. Maddy’s breasts were bigger than mine though not big, shaped more like cones that the other girls, with unusual (to me) puffy-looking nipples. She went right for my nipples, reminding me what she said before about sucking on them. I didn’t think it would, but the sensation really was pleasurable and I found myself moaning involuntarily while she went from one to the other and back again. She declared how much she liked my nipples before I told her how cool hers looked.
“I’m so glad you’re my friend,” she said with a dreamy smile. She moved up to kiss me deeply like before, her tongue against mine creating new tingles throughout my body, though the tingles may have been due more to the touching of our hot, naked bodies than our lips and tongues.
She moved her lips to my neck and then down to my nipples again. She lingered there only for a few seconds before she kept moving downward, past my navel to my pubic mound. She kissed me there, once more saying how she liked my baldness. Then she went farther and groaned.
“You’re so wet…and tasty,” she said just before her tongue probed my suddenly burning hot pussy.
Now it was my turn to groan. “Oh wow,” slipped from my lips as her tongue-tip found a place my fingers had yet to find. As the sensations grew to overwhelm me, I looked down between my parted legs and saw her eyes looking back at me. Although her mouth was busy, and therefore hidden from view, I knew she was smiling.
Some strange force took hold of my body as my back arched and my body trembled as if I had a high fever. “Oooooooooooooooooooh!” I moaned loudly as more sweet convulsions radiated through me.
Maddy jumped up from between my legs and said, “Quick! Touch my pussy ’cause I’m gonna cum too!” I did what she told me and my fingers were met with a spray of the slippery, shiny liquid as she screamed a lot louder than I would’ve liked.
Sure enough, as Maddy reminded me about what she said regarding looking at my face while I had an orgasm, one of the counselors named Carla was looking down at us. We’d been found out.
“It’s obvious now what all the noise was about,” she said as she looked us up and down. “Don’t worry. You’re not in any trouble. In fact, I’m always happy to see girls discovering their sexuality.”
Maddy looked up at her and asked, “Are you a lesbian?”
Carla smiled and said, “Yes I am. Why don’t you girls come to my cabin and we’ll talk about it?”
I didn’t say a word, leaving that decision to my more knowledgeable friend. I mean, I’m not stupid; I knew what was going to happen if we went to Carla’s cabin, and it wouldn’t be talk. The counselor was a tough looking, big-bodied lady, with long, raven black hair and D-sized breasts. I sort of knew what Maddy would say before she said it.
We were going to Carla’s place.
With our suits back on, we followed Carla at a safe distance so if anyone saw us they wouldn’t guess where we were going. While we walked, Maddy said, “I hope we don’t have to climb through a window.” I had to laugh since I was thinking the same thing.
We didn’t see anyone paying attention to us as we approached the cabin. When we got there, Carla quickly ushered us inside. She was already down to panties only. No fooling around here; right to sex. She guided us to her bedroom where she quickly got us out of our bathing suits. With three females on the big bed, I mostly played voyeur as Maddy went crazy fondling her big tits. I easily saw they were fakes, but that didn’t seem to bother Maddy at all. Eventually Carla switched from passive to active mode, and when she did she went for Maddy’s breasts. She must think her puffy nipples were cool too.
While they were occupied, I let my curiosity get the better of me as I slid Carla’s panties down her long legs. She was bald too, but unlike me her baldness was woman-made and controlled. Not knowing what I was doing, but also not wanting to be left out either, I put my mouth at Carla’s opening and started to lick. She used her hand to guide my lips and tongue to a small knob of pink at the top of her slit. Okay, this must be the spot Maddy located on me and set me off. I went to work. I didn’t think I was doing anything to her until Carla began to bounce and shake. When her gyrations led to a scream, I knew I’d done a good job, even though she didn’t squirt the same as Maddy had.
For my reward, Carla, followed by Maddy, licked me and I had one great orgasm after another. I got the chance to play with Maddy’s soft little breasts and suck on her puffy nipples, which got even puffier while I was doing it. I thought that was hot. By the time we were done the bed was soaked and it wasn’t all sweat. We took a quick shower, first me alone then Maddy and Carla crammed into the tiny shower stall, with Maddy still playing with Carla’s breasts like they were a new toy. Carla said we could use her cabin any time we wanted to have sex. I was okay with that; no need to ask Maddy.
That night I contemplated for the umpteenth time how much I was learning here, and it was nothing like what my mom hoped I’d learn.
Maddy and I figured out that the clearings in the woods were well used. One day we spied on two boys who we never imagined were gay walk to one clearing and quickly get out of their bathing suits. They kissed standing up, and we watched with amazement as their penises rose, stiffened, and rubbed against each other like swords in a sword fight. After a while one of them leaned against a tree as the other got behind him and put his hard penis in his ass hole. The second guy, who I thought was named Adam, pounded away like a maniac as the first guy groaned and rubbed his own penis.
I watched in wonder as Adam’s ass cheeks sort of twitched while he groaned. Then I saw some semen squirt out around his penis from the other kid’s anus, so I knew what the twitching and groaning was all about. While Adam was ejaculating inside his rectum, the other boy finished rubbing his hard penis and shot three or four spurts of semen onto the tree and ground. After another kiss, the two boys hastily put their swim shorts back on and ran back to the lake.
“So that’s how boys do it,” I said to Maddy. I was nearly breathless, realizing how much the sight had strangely aroused me.
Maddy seemed aroused too. “Should we go look for Carla?” she asked.
I agreed.
While we walked past the lake and back toward the cabins, Maddy openly wondered about anal sex, after seeing the boys do it. “I have a hard time imagining a cock in my vagina,” she said, “never mind having one up my ass. I’d think that would hurt.”
When it came to sex, my imagination fell quite short of Maddy’s, but I did say, “I doubt all guys are big like Mitch. Adam wasn’t as big, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt if we were older. Do you think Carla would know?”
“She said she’s a lesbian, so maybe not. Of course, she could be bi, and maybe has some experience. We’ll ask her.”
“What’s bi?”
“Bisexual. It means doing it with both boys and girls.”
“At the same time?”
She chuckled. “That’s not necessary, but I guess if you’re really bi, then an orgy like that could be fun.”
I still had so much to learn, I thought.
When we found Carla, she was very happy to have us visit her cabin again. We undressed and went to her bed, where we made love in every combination until we were sweaty and spent. Every orgasm I had seemed better than the last, and I marveled at how much better they were than when I touched myself before coming here.
Maddy told her about what we just saw in the woods, though she didn’t say who we saw. Then she asked her about anal sex. It turned out that Carla was bisexual after all. She told us stories of men she’d slept with and how different shapes and sizes felt. She confessed that she’d let guys do her in the ass, and only the last time had it been pleasurable, mostly because the guy wasn’t too big around, though long, and he played with her clitoris throughout. That had been a while ago. Now she stayed exclusive to girls.
At least now I knew what the clitoris was.
Carla asked us if we were interested in boys. I honestly admitted that boys still intrigued me, especially after spying on Josh and Mitch, and even Adam. Maddy let a look of disappointment cross her face, but got rid of it quickly. Carla gave us a lecture on safe sex, criticizing her fellow male counselors for not always using condoms. Later, as I matured, I’d criticize them for preying on their young charges, safe sex or not. For now, I simply took it all in with wide-eyed wonder.
As our “sentence” wound down, the camp gestapo seemed to take greater pleasure in making us work. Maddy and I had little opportunity for sex, except for one night Carla bribed one of the other counselors to overlook curfew so we could spend the night in her bed. I wondered how many other kids weren’t in their regular beds that night.
Another girl named Abby joined us, and the foursome was both exhilarating and eye-opening to me. I’m learning that I almost like to watch as much as participate in the sex. While curled up at the side of the bed watching Carla give Abby a powerful orgasm, I got hot down below and felt like a faucet was turned on. I put my hand to my pussy and found a cascade of hot liquid coming out of me, and I gasped, “Oh my!”
Maddy let out a shriek, “They’re both cumming!” meaning me and Abby, and then jumped between my splayed thighs and started slurping up my spilt juices, before licking my clitoris and starting the flood all over again.
I could get used to this.
When the last day of our boot camp arrived, I wondered if Maddy and I were the only ones to feel sad about its conclusion. We got a lecture from the Commandant about remembering everything we learned. I knew I would. Maddy and I exchanged e-mail addies and promised to stay in touch like on Facebook. We managed to sneak in one last kiss.
On the ride home my mom was all inquisitive about how things went and whether I’d “learned a lesson.” I assured her my learning would continue. And it would, since I knew two girls in school who probably were lesbians, and now that I wasn’t so naïve anymore, I bet they’d like me.
Maybe someday I’d meet a boy who I’d want to have sex with, but for now I’d stick with girls.
And stay out of trouble, since the next camp my mother sent me off to might not be so educational.
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