WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

JUNIOR CAMP (or how the Livingstone family went off to the same church camp, 
             in various roles, but despite the best efforts of those around 
             them, failed to discover that a family which plays together..) 

by Ozman (c) 2001/02/5.

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SUZANAH

  Of course being the youngest I get pushed around by the rest of my family 
who are the most embarrassing  bunch of utter zombies I've ever known.  The 
worst thing that ever happened to me was my finding out that they  were all 
going along to my first church camp; my dad as supervising elder, my mum as 
a chaperone,  fourteen-year-old sister Sam, brother Matt, thirteen, and me, 
Suzanah, twelve. We kids were all just campers and I think my siblings were 
similarly pissed-off at the presence of our parents. It seemed that Sam had 
experienced something odd during her first camp two years before, something 
which had thrilled her, but she wasn't saying what.  I'd briefly thought of 
'miracle' and 'revelation',  but then realized that things like that didn't 
happen to true cynics like sister Sam.

  I don't know how it happened, but I finished up in the same dormitory hut 
as Sam who was as disgusted as I about the situation. Fortunately I was far
removed from her at the new chums end of the hut with six others of my age, 
although, except for one, not up to my degree of development physically.  I 
had filled out as much as Sam and she hated it, having been skinny and flat-
chested at her first camp, then a salmonella scare had kept she and Matthew 
away the previous year and she seemed rather nervous about getting together 
with her original cohort again.

  Being a lot less convinced about the protestant myth and practice than my 
parents, I found the amount of religious study a bit much. I mentioned this 
to Lesley, one of the newer girls, who was of a similar mind and, after two 
boring days of bible bashing,  decided to  wag off and explore the woods in 
the vicinity of the camp.  I felt at ease with Les as she too had developed 
a rather nice little bosom and bottom, so would be understanding, I thought, 
about my similarly prominent physical attributes. During a movie about some
missionaries in the darkened classroom I felt Lesley's hand on my thigh and 
looked at her, but she stared intently at the screen. One agile finger slid 
beneath the elastic legband and touched the fine fur on my mons veneris. My 
heart was pounding with both fear and anticipation, I had often played with 
myself despite the dire warnings about insanity and blindness and resultant 
guilt, but this felt different, more intense and exciting. To show her that
I didn't mind her attentions I parted my legs to allow her easier access to 
the portal to my secret, feminine part, jerking at the thrill of her finger 
on my clitty and inside the entrance to my moist quim. 'Oh Dear, Dear Lord,' 
I thought, 'I'm in heaven.'  She kept working on my clitoris until I felt a 
tingling in my loins, before a sudden rush of pure, uncontrollable pleasure 
as I came violently. Of course I was noticed and had to simulate a coughing 
fit to cover my condition.

  "What's wrong?" our tutor asked nervously.

  "Asthma Miss," Lesley told her straight-faced.

  "Do you have a 'puffer'?"

  I nodded weakly, actually a true indication as to how I felt then, so the
two of us were sent back to the dormitory to get it. I was told to lie down 
and rest until lunch and Lesley to look after me. 

  "Jeez Les," I said to her as we walked down to the huts, "I thought I was 
going to faint when I came."

  "I didn't mean to go all the  way like that, I just wanted to see whether
if you liked it or not. When you did I wanted to see what would happen."

  "Have you done this before?"

  "No,  but I read about it and I wanted to do it so I had to find somebody 
who would do it with me."

  "So where did you read about it?"

  "In some sex books in my dad's shed.  Some of the stuff is a bit wierd. I 
don't really want to have sex yet, but I like to play with myself in my bed 
and the idea of having sex with a girl seems pretty nice to me right now."  

  "You want to have sex with me?"  I asked in surprise, but not offended as 
I found myself strongly attracted to Lesley. 

  "Only if you want to do it."

  "I don't know,"  I said slowly.  "I haven't really thought about doing it 
with a girl, but it did feel nice when you diddled me before."

  "So?"

  "Okay, I'll try it, but you've got to promise to stop if I say so."

  "I promise," she told me sincerely.

  Just then my mother looked in, but finding me 'recovering', told me to go 
back to my class when I felt up to it. Since Les had been sent down to look 
after me, we 'understood' that she'd stay too, giggling unrestrainedly when
we realized that we had our liberty and a plausible excuse if challenged.

  After lunch we hid in the girls' ablutions block until things were quiet, 
then snuck off into the woods,  through a stock-fence and out into the wide 
world. There was a road somewhere nearby, but we could hear only an odd car
passing, but not see through the thick forest. We found a path and followed 
it down to a stream, then until we halted abruptly at a precipice where our 
brook disappeared into space. From one side we could view the waterfall and 
the six naked teenagers frolicking in the deep pool below it. As we watched 
the two girls took a boy each and lay back on their towels, legs wide apart, 
as the boys lay on them and vigourously  pumped their buttocks up and down. 
It was too distant to see detail of the activity, but we instinctively knew 
that what we were seeing was sex.

  We watched fascinated until a boy saw us and pointed us out to the others. 
They all waved and called, even the girls, for us to join them. The fuckers 
got up and the other two went down on the girls to pump their bums too.

  "Oooh, how slutty," muttered Lesley disapprovingly. "I can imagine having 
it off with one boy, not two though."

  "They keep saying that sex goes with love,  but that looked like a game," 
I told Les. "It's funny seeing people being free like they were, like there 
were no rules."

  It was a bit embarrassing being there and we weren't about to go down, so 
we went back upstream until  we found a deep pool through a fissure between 
two giant boulders. It was beautiful in there with a shaded overhang on one 
side, sunny on the other and ferns and a big tree; our own secret garden of 
Eden. 

  "I'm dying to go in," said Lesley, sounding a little unsure. "Do you mind 
if I go in nuddy?"

  "No," I snorted, "I am."

  "Truly?" she asked while I already had my runners off. I'd had to share a
bathroom with Sam and sometimes Mum,  so physical modesty wasn't a hurdle I 
needed to jump.

  She watched hesitantly  while I quickly stripped off my uniform of yellow 
polo shirt, sport skirt, brassiere and cottontails, then dive into the most
surprisingly chilly water and swam across to emerge on the rocks on the far 
bank. Lesley followed to perch alongside me with her palid figure shivering 
noticably.

  "You know," she told me, mirroring my thoughts. "This is how Adam and Eve 
would have felt,  so deliciously free and wonderful, before God came around 
and ruined everything just because they wanted to know stuff. Things really
haven't changed for us since then."

  "Yeah," I agreed. "I don't want to grow up like my Mum and Dad, believing 
all this stuff. I'm not going to anyhow, I've decided."

  "It's so-o-o-o nice to meet someone who thinks the same as me," she said, 
embracing me tightly and flattening our pale, young  titties together while 
she pressed her thigh to my crotch and put her lips to mine. 

  Our first kiss was chastely closed-lipped,  but when her tongue found its 
way into my mouth and probed I felt an electric thrill at the contact. Oooh 
Christ! It felt so wonderful and, adding to my delight, it felt so wickedly 
sinful to experience a proscribed  carnal activity.  I reached my hand down 
to Lesley's rather  more hairy crotch and found her vulvar cleft and clitty 
which I diddled for her pleasure as she clung to me,  sighing hotly into my 
ear, her entrance feeling hot compared to the rest of her body. 

  It was over quickly when she climaxed violently, her shaped nails clawing 
painfully at my buttocks and shoulders, gasping and convulsing with ecstasy 
and her quivering body clinging to desperately mine.

  In due course we swam  back across the stream and warmed ourselves on the 
water-burnished boulders of the bank like large, white lizards, then, as we 
became hot again, moved to a shaded,  grassy patch below.  Les was on hands 
and knees as she crawled above me and leaned down to kiss my mouth with her 
tongue finding mine once more, thrilling us both.

  "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I enquired ingenuously. "I never 
knew it was like that."

  "I've never done it before either," she told me. "I've just read about it. 
It works just like they said though."

  She moved further  forward so that her white,  hemispherical breasts were 
above my face and leaned down again to kiss my tits, then suck one tingling 
nipple between her lips. It felt wonderful and I lay there trembling at the 
delicious feelings which invaded my entire being,  then returned the favour 
by nibbling at her fully distended,  pink cones of pleasure and sliding one 
hand between our quivering bodies to diddle her clit above my head. I heard 
her sigh and gasp,  like me, at the exquisite sensations she experienced as 
we drew each other to languid, blissfully convulsing climax once again, our 
sweaty bodies flushed and completely rigid with sensual overload. Oh Jesus, 
it was just so voluptuous and sinful!

  We just lay there alone with our thoughts after another cooling dip until 
Lesley kissed me again,  moving her lips down to my bosom and then my navel 
as she fingered my pussy. I had my thighs apart to facilitate her access to 
my crotch, but I didn't quite understand what she was about when she rolled 
between my legs and applied her mouth to my cunt. It was so gorgeous having     
someone diddle my distended clitty with her tongue,  press and circle, then 
delve deep inside my vagina to wiggle it about.  I just couldn't control my 
hips which pushed upward and rotated against her face of their own volition, 
much more energetically than I made them move when I played with myself. 

  "Oooh shit!" I cried emotionally. "Ooooh God!"

  With that I went absolutely stiff and trembled before being hit by a long
series of completely  uncontrolable convulsions  of intense erotic pleasure 
until Lesley's tongue on my clitty was just a bit more than I could bear so 
I begged her to stop.

  "Christ Les!" I gasped sometime later. "That was so-o-oo good. You really 
can't imagine how spectacular it felt."

  "I've got a pretty good idea," she grinned. "Come on then, it's your turn 
to do it for me."

  She kissed my mouth again and I discovered,  from her moist lips,  how my 
pussy tasted to others.  Sliding out of her embrace I put my mouth over her 
vulva and protruded my tongue as deeply into the slit between her prominent 
inner frills as I could.  It smelt warm and moist and feminine as I exposed 
her little pearl of pleasure with my fingers and ran my  tongue up to press 
it down with a circular motion,  tweak it between my tongue and teeth, then 
squeeze and pull with my lips. She rolled and rotated her bottom and pushed 
her hips upward to shove her thrilling twat hard against my face in a state 
of delirious pleasure.

  Suddenly she cried out and her body went completely stiff as she quivered 
between the intense spasms of pure pleasure which racked her flushed figure 
again and again.  She'd been pressing my face down into her snatch with her 
thighs, but was suddenly desperate to get my tongue away from her crotch.

  "It's too much!"  she gasped. "I feel like I could die from pleasure when 
you do that."  

  We snuck back into camp for showers and dinner, but found that nobody had 
noticed our absence during the day, so it seemed that we might just as well 
continue our truancy.

  That night I discovered what had brought Samantha so eagerly back to camp. 
After lights-out, several girls from the third and fourth year cohorts came 
down to our end of the hut where they removed a decorative, cast iron cover 
from a wall ventilator.  All of us watching on were warned to be dead quiet 
before a male sex organ appeared through the gap in the wall; not a flaccid 
little dick, but a hard and horizontal penis which jumped and jerked in the 
soft glow of the nightlight. Anne Nicholls, a fourteen-year-old, third year 
camper known as a  bit of a goody-goody-girl, came forward and knelt before 
the cock and took it deep into her throat. My eyes boggled at the sight and 
I felt Lesley's hand grip my arm as  she gasped at Anne's newfound skill as 
a felatrix; in retrospect she'd obviously had coaching in cock-sucking from 
someone expert. We saw her shoulders jerk, apparently from surprise, before  
ostentatiously licking and swallowing the surplus semen from  his penis and 
her chin, her face flushed hotly from both pride and embarrassment at being 
watched so closely by others.

  Sandy Cooper and Corrine Manning came forward in turn to see to two other 
stiff dicks, both bravely swallowing down the warm semen in a whole-hearted 
display of solidarity with the girl who'd gone before. There was a pause in 
proceedings before Sally Jenner went out to see to something,  returning to 
hold up three fingers to those who'd understand the signal. Somebody rapped 
the wall before an erect dick came into view and Deirdre Hogan got her lips 
around it, sliding her closed hand along its whole length as she sucked and 
licked the superior sized zoob, appearing to thrill with the sudden rush of 
semen as he came unexpectedly.

  "Okay, who's next?" whispered Carrie Samuels, the ring-leader, and Lesley 
pointed at me.

  "Right," grinned Carrie, "dobbers first." 

  Les looked momentarily embarrassed, but went forward to a newly proffered 
dick, a nice, big, thick cock in fact, to stretch her young lips around its 
girth and take in a good half of a sixteen centremetre length, then emulate 
the others' sucking, rubbing stimulation of the cock. My heart was pounding 
with the excitement of anticipating a first sexual act as I viewed Lesley's 
busy gobbling of an anonymous penis,  feeling both fearful and joyous about 
my own initiation to heterosexual activity. It seemed to be a rather longer 
step than the one that Lesley and I had already taken.

  It looked to me that she was taking more and more of his cock as the time 
went on, most of its length vanishing between her lips at each long stroke, 
until she too was caught unawares by the sudden,  unheralded gush of creamy 
male fluids into her mouth. Swallowing hard and taking a big breath through 
her nose, she coughed slightly before going on with the task of sucking his 
balls dry.

  As I had sensed to be the case, Carrie pointed at me to indicate my turn. 
Being the only one in the group not to have tried it eased my fears,  but I 
was a little put out at a  mere twelve centimetres of pink penis protruding 
through the portal. I would really have to pucker up to suck it, I thought. 
Mind you, it made it so much easier to get it all into my mouth with just a 
finger and thumb encircling the root of his prick, rubbing energetically as 
I sucked and tongued the glans and shaft. The unseen guy and I had a little
difficulty in synchronizing our movements,  but I was ready for him when he 
came with an easy-to-manage squirt of warm semen.

  After that evening both Lesley and I were keen to try 'real' sex,  with a 
bloke, but it wouldn't be until the following year's camp that we'd even be 
considered. Fortunately, we knew there were some hot and horny dicks within 
walking distance and  we trekked to the disused quarry to see if there were 
suitable guys down there, although they'd obviously decided we might return 
and had hidden to surprise us.

  "Hi yuh," said one as we peered over the rock precipice at the seven kids 
below us.

  Les and I nearly crapped our knickers with fright as the three older boys, 
all looking to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up from behind 
boulders to more or less surround us.

  "It's okay girls," said the good looking, brown haired bloke named Brett. 
"We won't do anything to you, but you're welcome to be in our gang. You saw 
what we do here yesterday, but no one has to do anything until you're ready. 
So how old are you?"

  "Fourteen," lied Lesley as I said, "thirteen."

  "Same as Cheryl and Melissa," said Brett, then introduced us to his mates 
Rollo and Bill. "Why don't you come down and meet the others. You can go if 
you don't want to stay."

  I looked at Lesley and she shrugged. "It's why we came."

  "Why?" asked the solidly build Rollo. "Are you thinking of joining as our 
shag-bags too."

  "That's for us to know and you to find out," she told him.

  "Have you done it or are you virgins?" Brett asked forthrightly.

  "Virgins," I nodded self-consciously.

  "But we know how to suck pricks," Les put in. "And I think I'll try going 
all the way now."

  "What d'you reckon Suzy?" Brett asked me.

  "Will you do me?" I enquired and he nodded. 

  I could scarely believe that I'd just asked such a spunky hunk to take my 
virginity. And he'd agreed! I was finally going to do it and become a woman, 
as I'd overheard my sister telling a girlfriend,  knowing how it felt after 
tasting the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge, as they'd put it in 
Sunday school. 

  Down around the pool the five boys, all around the same age as the others, 
waited with the two girls that we'd seen the day before, both apparently as 
young as we were.  Introductions were made all round and boys paired up and 
joined a girl to complete a threesome for the immediate future. I got Brett 
and Bill, both hunky, so I was more than a little pleased with myself while 
they undressed my blushing form before stepping back, like artists, looking 
over their handiwork.   

  "Nice little tits," murmured Bill, cupping my boobs from behind, the feel 
of his warm, hard prick in the cleft of my bottom telling me that he'd shed 
his shorts as Brett was doing in preparation to take my cherry.

  It had always seemed like such a big deal before, but in that situation I 
felt happy at the prospect of accommodating  several of the guys during the 
day, so long as it didn't hurt too much.                                                                                                                  

  "So when's your period?" asked Bill.

  "I just finished one," I blushed at such a personal matter.

  "When?"
  
  "Monday," I told him.

  "Oh okay, that's cool, only two days. No need for a frenchie yet."

  Brett came to embrace me before lowering his face to mine, his hot tongue   
sliding between my lips to find mine before we explored each others' hungry
mouths, our excited trembling making it difficult to stand and we sank down
on the soft grass. He kneeled between my open, eager thighs before lowering 
himself over me to take his weight on elbows and knees,  then probing at my 
little vulva with his big, red knob.
  
  "Show him where to go," he told me.

  I drew the swollen glans up my dewy slit before locating it right against
my tight portal.

  "In there," I whispered coyly.

  I felt him bear down  firmly on his hips as the pressure against my tight 
entrance steadily increased until his engorged knob seemed to pop inside me 
just a bit. He continued to push until I felt a quick twinge of pain and he
was suddenly even further inside me as something gave way. He withdrew only
slightly before pushing forward once more, repeating it twice more to shove
into my sheath to the hilt.

  "You okay?" he asked me.

  "Fine,"  I replied, although I had a not entirely unpleasant sensation of 
being stretched and filled with his solid cock. "You feel so huge inside me, 
but it didn't really hurt when my maidenhead broke."

  He began to move his bottom in such a way as to slide his cock in my cunt
with longer and longer strokes until I knew his full length was coursing in
and out of my newly opened vagina in a deliciously sensual rhythm, his flat
belly slapping noisily on mine as I strained my body upward to meet his hip
thrusts. In a moment he seemed incapable of restraint and pumped his bottom
like someone possessed, leaving me unable to respond to the violent ramming 
of his penis in my pleasure pouch.  He soon stiffened in orgasm and held me 
tightly in his arms as his body shook and jolted climactically, then pulled
his penis from my poor pussy.
  
  "Oooooh no-oo!" I cried in disappointment, feeling momentarily cold as he
arose from me.

  Bill immediately replaced him and I felt happier again as he inserted his
cool cock into my grateful vagina and began thrusting fiercely as I met him
stroke for stroke. I was by then the one at the point of climax, a tingling  
in my loins growing ever more insistent until I could hold it off no longer 
and suddenly went involuntarily rigid as he rammed his thick cock deep into 
my belly and squirted  a little warmth as we were both overcome by a series
of ecstatic convulsions. In retrospect I couldn't actually imagine a better   
introduction to sex.

  As our bodies and emotions cooled I looked over to see Leslie lying there
with a guy on her,  both kissing rather slack mouthed and she with tears on
her cheeks.

  "Oh Jesus it hurt," she told me frankly when I joined her. "You?"
  
  "Yeah," I nodded. "It really hurt me too."

                                     *  
                                      
  Lesley healed quickly and we didn't attend any more religious instruction
due to the pressures of our social life outside the camp boundaries. All in
all we discovered that there were at least fourteen boys and five girls who
took part in the casual sex sessions at the old quarry or, in winter, in an
unused hayshed on an abandoned property nearby.

  Like the other girls we quickly became adept at fitting condoms on pricks
with both our hands and mouths.  I'd always thought that it would be really
embarrassing, but it became fun in the atmosphere of casual sex rather than
serious romance. Only Celine showed any interest in sex with another female
when the subject arose, later trying it with both Lesley and I, then one by
the rest succumbed to our wiles and found they all enjoyed the way in which
a female made love with them.

  We accommodated all the boys and did it with all the girls, demonstrating 
interesting differences in the way in which the two sexes enjoy sex and how
heterosexual boys absolutely abhor the idea of having physical contact with
another of their gender.  I think that Les was a little more drawn to girls
than I, but thoroughly enjoyed a good penile rogering, nevertheless.

  Every day we went down to the quarry where we lay on the grass as all the
guys there, anywhere from eight to fourteen of them, came to try our sexual
favours.  It never got to be a chore as they generally came so quickly that 
it took as many as five in a row to make me come too,  so we were both well   
acquainted with the concept of the gangbang by the time we left for home.

  Back in camp there seemed to be a lot of clandestine, nocturnal sex being
partaken by the older chicks, including my sister who'd given up her cherry
during the first organized defloration of that camp. Since then most of the
others who'd wanted to had accommodated their first prick and were sexually
active whenever an opportunity presented itself.  Sami had been leaving the
dormitory in the wee hours with Tara Schultz and a couple of others to take
part in sexual assignations. Normally I'd have been envious of her, but the
vague ache in my bruised pubic mound following that day's shagging, left me
sated and ready for happy slumber.

  One afternoon we were approached by a rather diffident Hilary Boucher who
was, I'd been led to believe, the camp 'goody-two-shoes'. She was very near
her sixteenth birthday, her figure only capable of description as nubile at
least, or voluptuous to be entirely accurate about the matter. 

  "Hi," she greeted us quietly. "I know you're a bit young, but I'm looking
for two others to visit the end room with me tonight. You do know what goes
on in there, don't you?"

  "Yeah," chuckled Lesley. "You older chicks lose your cherries in there."

  "And?"

  Les looked at me, an eyebrow raised in enquiry.

  I shrugged.

  "Look, we need to talk it over, okay? When d'you need to know by?"

  "No later than five," she told us and walked away with drooping shoulders
and a sad expression.

  I don't think she thought we'd agree.

  "I vote yes," giggled Lesley.  "It'll give us another in for sex, in case
we get caught on our normal day. Our luck can't last for ever."

  I agreed and we caught up with Hilary before she got back to the dorm.

  "We're in," I told her. "What'll we do?"

  "Meet us at the showers after the movies, okay?"

  It was still an hour to lights out when we got there and crammed into the
somewhat larger cubicle reserved for any disabled or injured campers. I was
surprised to see that the other two prospective first time fuckers were Amy
Turlick and Meredith Bloom, both seemingly imbued with spiritual fervour in
their daily demeanour, but giggling almost hysterically at the imminence of
their defloration. It seemed that they were all keen to lose their cherries
before becoming legal at sixteen, so that that they could boast that they'd
done one illegal thing during their childhood. 

  Hilary produced a pair of ancient dressmaking shears and suggested we all
strip for the first part of the ritual; shaving our pubic hair. She got Les
to sit on the seat, thighs spread wide, as she snipped off most of her hair
and lathered her prominent mound to carefully shave it clean.  Meredith got 
to work snipping my curls when I noticed Hilary curiously touching Lesley's 
new, shiny smooth mound and darker vulva before they changed places. 

  Hilary's bushy brown, pussy curls were soon lying on the floor before Les
got to shaving her smooth, finishing with a flourish and passing the safety 
razor to me. Hilary made no move to close her legs and Lesley moved forward
slowly to poke her tongue inside the slit between the pink, inner frills of 
her vulva.  Hilary clutched at her hair, pulling Lesley's face hard against 
her crotch as the other licked at her swollen clitoris, causing her to gasp
and sigh at the unwonted pleasure of another human sexually stimulating her.
With a loud, passionate moan she came, unashamedly standing to embrace Les,
kissing her without reserve.

  "Oooh, that was too cool, Lesley. Is sex with a guy any better than that?
If it is I'll be right out of it for a while after it's over," she grinned.

  "They reckon it is," Lesley answered lamely when she got into position to
to receive Hilary's tongue in her cunt and I felt Amy's tentatively probing 
at mine as I trimmed Meri's reddish muff. 

  Despite the sexual sidetracking we eventually managed to complete the job
at hand and take our second showers that evening before heading back to our
dorm. An hour after lights out I was shaken and led to the normally locked,
end door where I was met by a couple of the older chicks in the empty room.
I sat on the chair they indicated as they put earplugs in my ears and blind-
folded my eyes before wrapping my head at ear and eye level with an elastic
bandage. My robe and pajamas were taken and my blushing, nude person led to
the adjoining room where I was embraced by a much taller guy who stroked my
body and massaged my buttocks. 

  Even through the covering around my head I was able to discern that I was 
in total darkness and checked to discover whether or not he too was blinded
like me. He was so I felt less inhibited about stroking his erect penis and
squeezing his bottom in return. My dad always wore Old Spice deodorants and
aftershaves, so it was my favourite cologne and my dream of being made love 
to by a guy smelling that way, was about to happen.
 
  I let him lead, having a strong feeling he was quite a bit older than me,
as he pushed me back on to a mattress on the floor where I spread my thighs
expectantly, but instead of a penis, I felt a mouth at my willing vulva. He
sucked and nibbled and tongued at my clitty until I could bear it no longer
and exploded into orgasm,  lying there convulsing as he crawled above me to 
prod at my vulva with his knob.  I held his cock and tightened my sphincter
muscles as he attempted to enter me, eventually yielding with a cry to keep
any listeners happy.
  
  It was a wonderful fuck, by far and away the best I'd experienced up 'til
then, teaching me that I still had much to learn about the enjoyment of sex
in all its forms.  While I'd used  much sexual energy during the day, I was
still able to take pleasure from every single movement he made to share his
enjoyment with me. I don't know whether or not he really thought that I was
a virgin, but he did treat me with a tenderness which suggested that he did.

  However I did get quite excited in the closing stages and joined him in a
furious gallop to the finishing line of orgasm,  crying out once again as I 
was transported by  wave after wave of ecstatic sensation violently jolting
my rigid body as he gripped me in a death-like embrace.

  Later I was released from my covering and taken back to my bunk-bed where 
I slept through to wake up.

  A few nights later we gave in-house sex another try, but I got a mere boy
and not a lot of fun. After that we were admitted to the in crowd who could
have nooky with anyone we fancied at a thatched picnic shelter in the bush. 
Our dorm seemed to be all but emptied of campers between eleven-thirty p.m. 
and two-thirty a.m., with Hilary making up for lost time during the closing
days of that camp. Being such a good looking and well endowed girl the guys
lined up for her while she enjoyed the feeling of being so desired and made
every effort to please, working out well for all concerned.

  Lesley and I went down twice to entertain a couple of guys each, but were
usually just too tired after a day at the quarry with our new friends there.
I asked her why she thought that they conducted the initiation fucks in the
manner they had,  but it quickly became clear that I'd been the only one to
have been masked, Lesley having enjoyed a vigourous sexual interlude with a
happily lecherous Ray Odell who was as maskless as she.  The obvious seemed 
too awful to contemplate, so I didn't,  while Les promised never to mention
it again.
                                     *

JOYCE  

  I was quite enjoying camp as I hadn't been to one since my teenage years, 
but because of the complete segregation of the genders, I totally missed my 
husband's presence in my bed of a night and our regular, tender lovemaking. 
Although I was older than the rest of the staff,  I wasn't as naive as some 
clearly believed;  being aware that camp romances were a fact of life and a 
few who were already committed to another, at home, were having their fling 
with fellow members of our team. I consider the church is fighting a losing 
battle over the matter of chastity at marriage and the concept of a single, 
lifelong partner. Even I who swore to my mother that my maidenhead would be 
intact at my wedding was tempted only days before my wedding, but I can say 
I'd known no other man than my husband.

  By the second night Norman was feeling the sexual pinch as much as me and 
suggested a quick visit to 'the hut', really no more than a disused shed in 
the bush where we could sneak away from the crush of dormitory dwelling for 
long enough to make love in relative privacy, around midnight. Much later I 
followed his directions and found the 'signal', a board indicating that the 
hut was free or engaged, in this case 'engaged', so I stepped into the bush 
beside the path. A few minutes later Anna,  a black skinned lady, came from 
the hut in company with Paul, a younger single man. From her rather excited 
chatter it was clear that they'd been engaged in a bit of hanky-panky. 

  When they'd passed I proceeded along the starlit path until I came to the 
hut where I found a hammock and a heavy, planked table with benches. As the 
night was still warm I removed my button-through dress,  panties and bra to 
wait for Norman and to play with myself in preparation, in case he was in a 
hurry.  Just minutes later I heard someone loudly trotting towards me along 
the pathway.

  "You there love?" asked a masculine voice, but it wasn't Norman.

  "Jerome?" I enquired, recognizing his voice.

  He came in as I tried to hide my nudity, glad it was dark enough to cover 
my deep blushing. 

  "Joyce?"

  "What are you doing here?"

  "Looking for Anna. Have you seen her?"

  "No," I lied, hoping to keep the peace. "I arranged to meet Norman here."

  "Oh dear," said Jerome.  "He won't be coming. He's had to take the second 
Coaster over to Graceway. The one they took won't start apparently."

  "Oh well, that's it then," I said with disappointment. "Let me get decent 
and I'll walk back up with you."

  "Joyce?" he asked nervously, his tone making me pause. "Please don't take 
this the wrong way  because it's meant in fellowship,  not lust or anything 
untoward."

  "What is it Jerome?"  I enquired tremulously, having already comprehended 
his need. 

  "Would you be so kind as to give me a hand relief-massage. My alternative 
is to commit self-abuse which causes me great guilt still,  but I'll really
understand if you think I'm asking too much of our acqaintanceship."

  I didn't know what to say!  It wasn't as if he was asking for anything by
way of a long-term relationship,  just the immediate relief of the ordinary
sexual exectation he'd built up while awaiting his wife,  so I couldn't see 
why not if it remained a matter between us exclusively.  He'd promised that 
he'd keep it to himself and let his pants  slide to the ground before lying 
back on the table with legs hanging over the end. I couldn't see any detail 
on his dark body, but felt for his tool to find it where I thought it would 
be in relation to his head, holding it to discover that I couldn't close my 
hand around its girth.  It was a monstrous thing, almost twice Norm's quite 
substantial sex organ,  causing me wince at the thought of having it pierce 
my small pussy, even after three children born.

  I trembled with excitement as I kneeled on a bench to rub my soft hand up 
and down the full length of his hard shaft,  hearing him gasp and sigh with 
pleasure.  Although I'd  put my dress back on I hadn't fastened the buttons 
and felt his hand at my furry front-door trying to insinuate a finger to my 
vulvar cleft.  Initially I resisted, but it occurred to me that he was just 
trying to reciprocate for my favour,  so I moved my legs apart to allow him 
better access to my thrill-racked snatch. 

  My wrist was tiring so I leaned over and took the mighty knob in my mouth 
to tongue and suck, rubbing with both sweaty hands before I heard him grunt 
and shove his hips slightly. He was only a moment from coming so I took his 
lolling balls in one hand to gently fondle and jiggle them until I felt him 
stiffen and squirt a great glob of warm semen into my throat to swallow. It
was my very first experience of oral sex, I'd always found the idea a quite
abhorrent one,  having undertaken it as somehow suitable in that particular
circumstance and  swallowed as the least demonstrative option open to me in
the situation.  Can you imagine how awful it would have looked if I'd moved
away to spit it out. And someone might have trodden in it.

  "Would you like me to do that for you," he asked quietly. "I owe you that 
at least."

  "That'd be very nice,"  I assured him, taking his place on the rough-hewn 
tabletop with my  buttocks right at the end and my feet on the benches each 
side. He buried his face in my fur pie and I thrilled violently as his busy 
tongue found my clitty to press and circle the swollen nub,  then force its 
way deep into my vagina before sucking and tweaking  my clit between tongue 
and teeth. He continued for only a few minutes, tweaking and rolling my red
nipples in his fingers, until I came hugely.

  "Oooh God! Ooooh Christ! Ooooh Jesus!" I blasphemed loudly, my senses out 
of control.

  He stood between my open legs where I felt his big, black cock hard again 
and pressed to the cleft of my pussy,  I couldn't have stopped him if I had 
wanted to, luxuriating at the sensation of its sliding between  vulvar lips 
and into my stretching vagina. I lifted my legs to cross my feet behind his 
pumping bottom as he leant forward over me to suck and kiss my tossing tits, 
then slid his hands up under my shoulders to grip them for greater purchase 
as he manfully rammed my cunt. I just writhed about and rolled my bottom in 
abandonment, gripping him fiercely and clawing at his muscular torso, aware 
of every movement of his huge penis inside my oozing vagina. It really felt 
just so exquisite that I was almost too afraid to come, knowing it would be 
nearly too intense to bear. And I was right. 

  When I came it was everything I'd expected and, after the first spasms of 
ecstacy, I fainted, but awoke within a couple of minutes with my body still 
taut and quivering blissfully. 

  "I haven't come like that for so long a time," he told me when our senses 
eventually returned. "I'd love to do it again some time soon."

  "That probably wouldn't be a good idea," I demurred. "This time it was of 
necessity, but next time it would be just lust."

  "But lovely."

  "But very immoral."

  I felt a little strange at having submitted so easily and without protest 
to his screwing me and wondered how I had allowed myself to not just accept 
him,  but to respond so enthusiastically to his love-making. I had heard of 
women in their late thirties or early forties  who had tasted the forbidden 
fruit and developed some sort of middle-life nymphomania, although I'd also 
heard it said to be no more than the sexual peak, an idea officially denied 
by our denomination. Women should be without sexual feelings.

  After I returned from the showers I saw Norman returning and sneaked into 
his room  to wait for him to come into bed where we  made love as fondly as 
ever,  but try as I might, I just couldn't make it feel as wonderful as the 
soaring sensual bliss that I'd known with Jerome. I felt a little guilty at 
having indulged in such a wickedly orgiastic happening, but it was balanced 
by my huge satisfaction in having finally done something really naughty for 
once in my life.  As I crept back to my bed I decided that I should be more 
cautious in future  as I realized that extreme pleasure could  be addictive 
and that I should avoid any other situation which tended to take me in that 
direction.

                                     *                                        

  The following day I helped  supervise the mid-morning refreshments before 
walking back up to our dining area with the others involved.  We had coffee 
or cool drinks and I saw  Patsy looking at Paul who rose to his feet as she 
grasped the elongated bulge at the front of his shorts.

  "Patsy's idea of foreplay," sniggered Lyn. "See how big it is."

  "I haven't noticed you being so quick to refuse any offered prick," Patsy 
smiled sweetly as she and Paul  went into the empty pantry where she pulled 
the crotch of her briefs aside under her loose shorts to allow him to slide 
his cock into her exposed cunt from the rear. Taking a firm grip on a waist 
high shelf she stood with her feet parted as he slid his hands up under her 
top to hold her tits while he rammed her ample rear with his pelvis. Within 
a couple of minutes he came, as did she, standing with legs straight-braced 
as their pleasure abated.   

  Lyn and Charlie went in there next and she actually pulled her pants down 
below her buttocks to permit his rear entry to her love tunnel. They seemed 
quite unabashed at screwing in front of us and, upon re-emerging from their 
bout of quickie-sex, looked expectantly at Roy and I.

  "Go on then, your turn."

  "I can't do that sort of thing," I cringed.

  "That's not what we heard," she giggled. "They reckon that you and Jerome 
created a tumultuous uproar in the hut,  loud enough to scare the nocturnal 
forest fauna."

  "Who told you that?" I gasped fearfully.

  "There were other illicit shaggers lurking close by,  weren't there Roy?" 
she grinned and he nodded once. "Everyone knows now as it was Sandy who saw 
you, but the word isn't all bad: a lot of the blokes want to screw with the 
'Wild Woman' to sample that kind of sexual energy, right Roy?"

  "And you were there having it off with Sandy?" I asked him and he nodded.

  'Oh Dear Jesus,' I thought, 'what am I going to do now? I'll now be known 
as the camp slut?'

  "Don't worry Joy,"  she said kindly with her arm around my waist. "You're 
not alone, far from it,  in fact there aren't that many on staff who remain 
still camp virgins, except Norman for sure."

  "Oh," I gulped.

  "But we'll soon have that fixed," she chuckled.

  "How?"

  She tapped the side of her nose and grinned mysteriously before squeezing 
the outline of Roy's stiff cock with the fabric of his shorts. 

"Look," she smiled at me, "you can't say that's not worth fitting into your 
pussy. And you'd love making it with Joy, wouldn't you Roy?"

  "Sure would," he said.  

  "Just a quickie in there?"

  "We can always get to know one another better when we have more time," he 
told me straight-faced,  while I blanched at the idea of any ongoing sexual 
relationship with he and others,  especially as I hadn't even come to terms 
with the concept of our first coupling. 

  "How often do you do this?" I asked them.   

  "Whenever the opportunity arises," Lyn told me happily. 

  "So you just wander around the camp having nooky whenever you meet a guy?"

  "It isn't that easy you'll find.  We have our jobs to do and there aren't 
that many secluded spots to hide away.  Carrie had five guys yesterday, but 
I've only ever managed three in a day and that was midnight to midnight." 

  "So, are you going to look after Roy, or shall I?" Lyn asked me.

  As the other men had done he'd dropped his organ out through the leg band 
of his jocks so his scrotum and penis protruded from one leg of his shorts; 
hard and pink and slightly suntanned, but ready for action. For no reason I 
can put my finger on I stepped over to Roy and grasped his cock to lead him 
into the pantry.  I pushed my cottontails down below my crotch and stood on 
tiptoe with both hands on a shelf and  my bottom thrust rearward to display 
my thick, vulvar lips peeping out from between my thighs. Just then I heard 
girls' voices and tried to move behind the door, but he held me tightly and 
pushed his shiny red knob hard into my wet slit, prodding around until he'd 
parted the frilly inner lips with it. He then pushed harder until my portal
yielded as his hefty tool slid deep into me,  Lyn told the girls they could 
have some chairs which they bore away while Roy thrust his prick in and out 
of my warm, slippery vagina with his belly slapping on my pulsing buttocks.

  Oh God it felt so good, so deliciously wicked, when I suddenly understood 
that I'd probably become one of the loose girls that my group of goody-two-
shoes types enjoyed despising during our teenager years,  mainly due to our 
lack of any intrepid spirit. It was just so nice to feel so naughty with an 
all-but strange man shagging me lustily in the lascivious position that one 
would be likely to adopt in order to show off in a lewd manner when knowing 
someone was watching or others might discover me.

  Roy rammed in hard and spurted a copious amount of hot semen into my womb, 
causing me to follow him into the throes of quivering,  spasmodic climax as 
our sweaty bodies clung tightly in blissful rigour. 

  "Well that should keep you going until lunch," chuckled Lyn who'd watched 
us after the girls had left.

  I actually thought they'd have much more difficulty in seducing my Norman 
than I, although, if it hadn't been for the unplanned encounter with Jerome, 
I wouldn't have found myself in the difficult situation I was in. If others 
hadn't been close by to hear  my enthusiastic responses to his delightfully 
sensual ministrations, I'm sure that Lyn wouldn't have dared suggest I make 
myself available to Roy that morning.  Mind you,  after a lifetime of being 
seen as a prude, it felt great to be part of a mob who chose not to conform 
to normal rules of sexual behavior. My willingness to participate in casual 
sex on the second occasion made it fairly unlikely that I would maintain my 
earlier resolution to abstain from any further promiscuity and my career as 
a camp slut was underway, whatever the consequences might be.

  That afternoon I was tasked to pick up the firewood cutters in a ute with 
Una, Roy's wife, whom, I suspected, was probably into hanky-panky as deeply 
as he.  Driving out the five kilometres to the cutting site in the forest I 
pondered on what kind of situation was awaiting me before we found the five 
guys working and set up the tea and scones on the ute's hood.  I relaxed as 
I realized that sex was out of the question with so many people around. The 
men came and took tea before each of them shed their sweaty work clothes to 
dive naked into the little lake formed by a weir across the stream. I was a
bit surprised to see that all bar one, Scott, had no tan lines, just wholly 
browned bodies from frequent exposure to the sun. Una, I'd noticed as she'd 
also undressed, was similarly brown with her all-over tan. I swallowed hard 
as I came to the conclusion, reinforced by Una's wildly salacious squealing 
and giggling as they groped her below the water, that sex was in the offing; 
lots of sex if I wasn't entirely mistaken, making me to feel much more than 
a little trepidation at the prospect of being  completely naked and putting 
out for a couple more strange guys.

  "Come on in Joy," called Una. "It's quite bracing."

  I was still sweaty after the trip so I removed my tee-shirt and long cut-
offs to reveal my  one piece swimsuit which I'd put on in expectation of my
helping the swimming classes that afternoon. I wasn't sure as to whether or 
not I should take it off as, in doing that, I thought I'd be proclaiming my 
availability for promiscuous nooky, but if I left it on I might not be seen 
as one of the 'in crowd'. I so wanted to belong to something that, although 
I'd prefer my sex to be a daily or twice daily thing,  I really didn't care 
how many randy men I had to satisfy to be one of the group.

  I shed my bathers and dived in and swam out to Una where I felt as if I'd 
encountered a pod of huge octopuses with hands and fingers and short, thick 
proboscises.  No part of my body remained unfondled or unexplored; a couple 
of fingers even venturing into a place where no finger had ever been before. 
It all felt so sensuously companionable that I wished I might feel that way 
for all eternity, although I knew that wasn't at all likely.  Eventually we 
females were pulled ashore and bourne aloft to the sunny area of soft grass 
above the 'beach' of coarse river gravels and unceremoniously dropped.  Una 
shamelessly grabbed the nearest penis to draw  its owner down alongside her 
and, throwing one slim leg across his hips,  guided his full-blown erection 
to her willing pussy and engulfed it with a happy exhalation of pleasure. 

  Being keen to be seen as a proficient and enthusiastic harlot I took Will 
Byers' organ in hand, pulled him down beside me and leapt astride his loins 
to make his tool vanish inside my avid vagina. Having never previously made 
love in other than the usual missionary position,  I found it both exciting 
and empowering to be setting the pace, so to speak. I rocked back and forth 
to slide my stretching, tingling sheath up and down his slippery love-pole, 
feeling him trembling as much as I at the sensual situation into which we'd 
decended.  Suddenly I was disconcerted to feel somebody interfering with my 
rectum again,  sliding a finger into me and out with considerably more ease 
than previously.  I was about to remonstrate  with the bottom-bandit when I 
heard Una giving instructions.

  "Wait Barry, stop for a moment."

  I looked over to watch Chris Reed pressing his big hard tool to her well- 
lubricated rosebud which seemed impenetrable, but quickly gave way with the 
aid of the KY and the large cock slid slowly inside her. A similar scenario 
was in train to my rear, but not having been anally penetrated before, like 
Una,  my tight rectum was unyielding until Jeff got serious and thrust hard 
to force the hole.  It was rather more than mildly painful as he dug deeper 
with each lusty thrust of his hips, finally right in me to the hilt,  while 
Will started to move his hips again.  Jeff was eventually able to slide his 
penis fully in and out of my rectum end with relative ease and Will resumed 
more vigourous pelvic movements, making it difficult for me to move my hips 
in order to attain optimum sensation,  however, with some time and practice 
we developed a co-operative  rhythm that made it really pleasurable for all 
concerned. It was quite wonderful to feel that I was part of a sort of team 
and to be treated so tenderly by two blokes at the same time; their kisses, 
breathless words and impassioned sounds of telling me that they appreciated 
my ready acquiessence to their masculine needs.

  Una was by then entertaining three guys, Barry and Chris, front and rear, 
while she sucked and licked Travis Deane's dick. In due course each of them 
climaxed, likewise my own beaus, leaving us lying panting on the soft grass 
until our senses returned and we bathed in the cold river again. 

  On emerging from the stream nobody seemed in any hurry to get back and so 
I found myself the rather willing focus of Chris,  Barry and Travis' sexual 
attentions as I lay happily on the grass being  gently fondled by them all. 
Travis and Barry took turns in kissing my mouth and breasts while Chris had 
his face in my crotch, licking and sucking and delving deeply into my moist 
snatch with both fingers and tongue.  It became a warm, tingly blur as time 
seemed to stop and my  body came quickly to orgasm as they thrilled me with 
their collective titillation. As I stiffened in climax I was aware of Chris 
forcing his big tool into my flexing vagina as Travis's member slid into my 
anus and Barry's into my mouth.  I think I must have become a bit delerious 
or hysterical at those three sliding tools within me and lost it altogether 
when Travis came, withdrew and was replaced by Barry. 

  When I emerged from the water again, some thirty minutes later, my thighs 
were like jelly and I had a warm glow in my crotch. It was fortunate for me 
that all the guys rode in the  back of the ute because I just couldn't have 
accommodated another male member,  although I'd thoroughly enjoyed my first 
multiple loving.  I guessed that it was what they called a 'love-in' during 
the hippy era and, despite that kind of thing being roundly condemned by so
many, I actually felt fulfilled and guilt-free.

  "You didn't seem to have any hesitation about putting out for all the men
back there, "Una observed as she drove. "Like a duck to water."

  "It made me feel sort of needed, as if I was giving.  I also discovered I 
enjoyed feeling that way,  even though I really can't pretend it's love I'm 
feeling when I'm doing it."

  "No,"chuckled Una.  "You're right about that, but I do know what you mean 
about feeling needed and giving.  I haven't had a mob-job before today, but 
I really enjoyed having  my entire body caressed and fondled and used while 
putting out for all those blokes."  

  "What's a mob-job?"   

  "A gang-bang; a woman having multiple sexual partners at a session."

  "Oh," I squeaked. "I always thought they were a non-consensual thing, you 
know, rape." 

  "It often is, in fact, most usually, but it also seems to be a widespread
secret fantasy among women. I've read that most who try it voluntarily only 
do it once in their lives; perhaps in order to satisfy their curiosity over 
how it feels or just to be able to say they've done it." 

  "Well it wasn't all bad. It was lovely to be completely satisfied in that 
way. I once read that a woman can satisfy many more guys at a single sexual 
encounter than any man can fulfil women. I didn't comprehend until now." 

  After all I'd been through I couldn't sleep that night, lying on my camp-
cot dozing and waking, until I was aware of several women quietly rising to
go into the end room of our dormitory. I followed along and nobody appeared
to object as they spread several stored mattresses about in a semicircle on
the floor and covered them with blankets while I looked on. Martine Lochlan 
removed a cast iron, filigreed ventilator cover near the floor while we all 
sat there waiting for something. In the dim light of a little candle by the 
gap I saw an erect cock come through and remain waiting as the women seemed 
to pray.

  Martine stretched out on the mattress and took the dick into her mouth to
fellate it as Raelene opened her robe to reveal her nakedness, then slipped 
out of her own before going down on Marti to tongue her exposed pussy. Each 
of the others stripped off and formed a cunnilingual daisy-chain around the
ventilator.

  Although the idea of genital/oral sex had always seemed utterly abhorrent 
to me in the past, I was suddenly filled with the need to try and went down
on Nancy Allott's proffered pussy. It was completely smooth from depilation
and perfumed with a delectable cologne so I took the plunge and deep kissed
it, my tongue waggling, as Moira Denby had just done to me. It really was a
delight having somebody eat me as I returned the favour to another; knowing
exactly how each of the women in the chain felt at that moment, and the guy 
at the end of the line.

  Marti's guy spoofed into her mouth, I inferred,  on hearing her breathing 
strenuously through her nose. I was drawn forward with the group and saw an
even larger male organ appear through the gap in the wall as Raelene sucked
it into her eager mouth and moved slowly back and forth to slide the anulus
of her lips along the hard, prominently veined shaft. 

  When my turn came,  after someone outside let something hard fall against 
the weatherboard wall, I found what I now know to be a standard sized prick
awaiting attention from my mouth. It swung suddenly upward when I stuck out  
my tongue to lick the smooth, red skin of the swollen knob, then covered it
as far along its rock-hard shaft with my mouth. I'd barely begun giving him
pleasure when he thrust his dick into my throat and come quite copiously. I
fought the urge to cough and swallowed down his whole load from a series of 
excited convulsions of climax. As he pulled his prick away I rolled over on 
my side, Marti, who'd been licking me, followed and I realized that I was a
moment from coming too.  I clutched her face to my crotch when Nancy kissed
me deeply, letting go of my senses as I was overwhelmed by erotic pleasure,
experiencing repeated spasms as I held her tightly to me.

  The next day I was given a quicky by Charlie in the same storeroom as the
previous morning, sharing the place with two other couples, Roy and Lyn and
Una and Jerome, in a chorus of the passionate sounds of happy sexual union.
During that afternoon Una suggested that I might like to join them in a bit 
of hanky-panky they'd planned; a kind of sexual blind man's bluff for those
who were a little shy about being too public about their sluttiness. It was
done with one's identity hidden.

  There seemed little point in putting on any makeup, so I merely applied a
good dose of cologne to my neck, armpits and crotch, then headed to another
hut to meet the ladies. I was first, having ear plugs inserted before being  
blindfolded and my head swathed in elastic bandages, then led into the last
room in the building where I was embraced by a naked  male person who smelt 
of my husband's deodorant. He was only as tall as I, slender and with a hot
hard penis that nestled below my crotch as we kissed, he inexpertly, making
me think that he might be younger than me.

  Oral sex seemed to be all the go so I got him to lie on the bed I'd found
with my knees and went down on him. In a moment he'd come in my mouth and I
swallowed down, but try as I might I couldn't get him up again and he left.
I said nothing to the others about the failure to do it and decided to have
a shower and turn in, finding the lights out in the womens' ablution block,
likewise in the males' when I went there. There being nobody about I pulled
off my tracksuit and went under the strong, hot spray from the rose. Within
a moment I was joined by a male person who embraced me from behind, his hot
sex organ resting upright in the cleft of my buttocks.

  "Who's that?" I inquired, the grin obvious in my voice.

  "Shhhhhhhh," he whispered, obviously keen to maintain his anonymity.

  With one hand on my tummy and the other pushing my shoulders forwards, he
indicated that I should lean that way, feeling his prick slide deep into me
as I provided easy acess to my love pouch. He clutched my swaying bosom and
rammed his hips to my bottom, a loud slapping sound accompanying his fierce
thrusting, thrilling me with entirely physical nature of the act. It was my
most promiscuously casual coupling so far, I didn't even know who he was.

  Well he left me entirely satisfied after a huge orgasm which left me weak
at the knees and supporting myself on the grab bars, but it wasn't over. As 
I reached to turn off the tap I felt another penis probing for entree at my
tingling rear end, unceremoniously penetrating my slippery sheath and shov-
ing it in and out while I continued to jerk and thrill, withdrawing, before
poking it into my anus to thrust energetically until he climaxed violently. 
I turned around in order not to be surprised again, but there were no more.

  And so it went for the rest of camp; there seemed to be a hard cock wait-
ing around every corner for me during the day and one more guy in the group
each time I took a late night shower. Moira Denby followed me into the bath
rooms one night. I knew that she was into lesbian sex in a big way, but had 
no idea how she felt about the opposite gender, saying nothing about my own
experiences in the showers.

  "The light's out here," I told her as I worked the switch without result.
"I might go over to the other showers."

  "The guys'?" she queried. "I guess so, there's nobody about this late."

  The lights were still out, but she was undeterred, going into the cubicle
that I usually used and turning on the shower.
 
  "What's going on? Who's that? Don't do that! Please don't! Ooooooh Jesus!
Ooooooooh Christ! Ooooooooooh!" she cried before I heard her ample buttocks
being pounded by a taut belly in time with her emotional gasping.

  A male partner found me to slip me a length of hot cock, fucking me quite
delightfully as I kept an ear on Moira's experiences. There were, it seems,
five males who tasted her charms that night. She stopped protesting follow-
ing the entry of the second and, although she was much less vocal about her
situation, the indications were that she was happy enough at her treatment.

  I then had two nights involved in activities with the kids and didn't get
back for a late night shower until the last night at the camp  when I found 
myself again on the receiving end of a lusty posterior poking by some guy I 
didn't know. We'd really worked ourselves into an uproarious mood when the
whole place was brightly lit up and we came out to find a crowd of grinning 
adults applauding us. I stared at my partner and he at me.

  "Norman?" I gasped.

  "Joyce?" he moaned. 

  I looked at the twenty-odd men standing about, many with their wives as I
realized that I'd been with each and every one during my stay there. I also
figured, under those circumstances, that Norman had probably enjoyed a fuck
or two with some of the ladies present as I knew they'd all been into a bit 
extramarital fun during camp. 

  We dried and dressed and I spent the night in my husband's bed, but we've
yet to discuss what each of us did with others there  because we don't want
to have to think about what our children might have done.
                                     
                                     *
NORMAN
 
  I really had no idea that casual sexual activity  was so widespread among 
the campers or staff. I was the lifelong true-believer who, while I gloried 
in making love with my wife in moderation, as was expected of us, had never 
given any consideration to adultery in any form.  I'd overheard comments in
and around the camp, but had understood them all to be facetious and due to 
an overactive imagination among the younger staff who enjoyed their gossip, 
despite having been warned of possible deleterious effects on the subject's
good reputation of untrue rumours.  

  I mentioned the difficulty of conjugal denial to Roy during the fifth day 
without, he mentioned 'the hut' and how he and his wife, Una, often tiptoed 
away in the early hours to enjoy each other in the darkened bush.  When I'd 
looked at the tasking schedule I found that Joyce was free that evening and 
went looking for her to suggest what amounted to an assignation  under camp 
rules.  I enquired at the staff mess where I was fortunate to encounter Una 
who told me that my spouse was a last-minute volunteer for the junior girls' 
lantern stalk and would  be out until nearly midnight.

  "Oh well," I sighed, "I'll have a shower and wait for her."

  I found that the lights were not working in the showers,  but rather than 
walk all the way back up the hill to the storeroom for new bulbs, undressed 
and luxuriated in the hot water and stroked my raging erection. It had been 
like that for the previous few hours and I thought Una had noticed, but had 
been too polite to stare. 

  As I soaped my hair I felt a wet female body embrace me from behind.

  "Hi, so you found me then love?" I chuckled.

  "Shhhhh," she whispered and I remembered that we were in the men's shower 
room.

  For some reason she wanted me into her fast and adjusted the direction of 
the shower water to spray on us in the corner where she put her feet on the 
bare, horizontal stringers where I could feel rather than see her. With her 
thighs parallel to the walls and using a hand to guide my cock to her pussy, 
we gasped at the thrill of connection, then penetration as I slid so easily 
inside her vagina. Her arms slid easily around my neck as I began thrusting 
leisurely, but she wanted it much faster and harder, as she demonstrated to 
me with her energetically rolling hips. When she pushed her pelvis out from 
the wall I was able to reach her breasts with my mouth,  but while I sucked 
on the nipple I'd discovered I realized, from its shape and texture, that I 
was making love with a person, not my spouse. My worst fears were confirmed 
when I reached down to feel her completely shaven pubic mound.

  "Oh Dear God!" I gasped, "forgive me."

  As much as I knew it was the right thing, I just couldn't stop myself, my 
pelvis pumping vigorously of it's own volition in their desire for release. 
There was no going back  now so I grasped her flexing bottom to ram my hips 
hard to hers with every mad thrust until I drove in one final shove to gush 
my pent up semen deep inside her belly, feeling her stiffen with ecstacy as 
her warm, slippery body suffered repeated spasms of sexual bliss in climax. 

  When normalcy returned we disentangled our bodies before she finished her 
shower and left the stall. By the time I had completed my ablutions she had 
slipped into the darkness of night, but as I'd done nothing to instigate or 
encourage the sexual encounter, I felt no remorse after thinking it over. I 
did, however, wonder what part, if any, Una might have played in it.

  I'd caught up with Joyce on  the next day and arranged to meet at the hut 
at midnight for a spot of conjugal funny-business, as physical love is most 
usually referred to in our group. However a non-performing vehicle required 
replacement to get a group of campers back to base,  so I went out with Roy 
to see to it. Having got the original vehicle started and running again, we 
set off back. 

  "I've heard you got accosted by the phantom fondler last night," chuckled
Roy when we were alone again.

  "She was more than your fondler; what she did starts with an 'f' as well, 
but I can't express it of course," I admitted, blushing. "Anyway, how is it 
that you people know about these things if I didn't tell anyone."

  "Your female lover told all her friends. The sexually active group around 
camp who set these things up have a good laugh over it. I remember my first 
camp as unaccompanied staff when they did it to me. I was truly embarrassed 
over anybody finding out 'til I realized that everybody all ready knew. Una 
had been here as a kid and knew all about the nocturnal adventures of those 
who've relaxed their attitude toward human sex relationships. It was months 
before I realized that she knew all about my transgression,  even more than 
I because she knew who I'd been with, I didn't. It was a kind of test on me; 
so that she'd know  whether or not she should continue to share her favours 
with her camper lovers in my presence here and I passed. Anyhow, since then 
we've always come to camp together and enjoy the  concept of sexual freedom 
with any other consenting partner. It's terrific having a wife who can tell 
you who does and who doesn't among the married women here. I stick to those 
wedded wives or older women to be on the safe side, or do it anonymously as 
some ladies prefer to do."

  On arriving back at camp we locked up and went down to shower, sans women 
and with light.  On our return he took me along the path in the woods which 
led to the shrub-sheltered, farthest wall of the hut occupied by Joyce, Una 
and thirty-odd older lady staff. A decorative, rectangular ventilator cover 
had been removed from its place and he tapped once with his knuckles before 
placing a ten dollar note just inside the hole in the wall. I saw the money 
vanish and Roy grasp an overhead rope loop to stand close and face the wall 
when he opened his bathrobe to reveal an erect penis which he guided inside 
the ventilation hole.  From his facial expression, the movement of his hips 
and the little sounds which escaped his lips, someone obviously had hold of 
his dick and was sucking or manually stimulating it for him.  In due course 
I heard him snort loudly and gasp as he  went stiff and pressed his body to 
the wall in climax.

  On recovering his equilibrium he indicated the gap to me, but I put up my 
hand to decline.

  "I've paid for yours and I can't go another for a while," he whispered in 
my ear.

  I relented, although I felt that I was being forced into a position where 
it would be impossible for me to enforce several camp laws, sticking my hot 
organ into the gap and feeling a soft, warm hand grasp it before an equally 
delicate mouth took it in to suck, nibble and tongue. Dear God, it was just 
so delicious! She, I hoped it was a she, cupped my slack scrotum to squeeze 
and jiggle my balls and my climax came at such an unbelievable rush with an 
involuntary ejaculation into that kind mouth.  That was a matter I'd yet to 
convince Joy to try, due to her inate prudishness. It was the kind of thing 
to keep a bloke home at night.

  "There you are," he chuckled quietly. "That was better than a poke in the 
arse-hole with a burning stick wasn't it?"

  I nodded my agreement. "Who is that?"

  "I dunno," he shrugged,  "they like to be anonymous. I don't know half of
the women I've shagged in camp."

  "But you know the other half?"

  "Yeah," he agreed. "And a few surprises among them too." 

  "How so?"

  "Well, women you'd never believe to be capable of straying being the most 
predatory when it comes to a bloke they fancy."

  "So how many here are inclined to waywardness?"

  "Well, as I say,  some like to be anonymous and others confine themselves 
to gay sex for the duration, but a happy dozen are regular shaggers here at 
camp and not accompanied, except for their kinder.  The golden rule is that 
you just don't tell people what their partners get up to, no kiss and tell, 
although clearly gossip is present here. I think most couples find it safer 
to come separately and not talk about it."

  "You don't feel guilty about taking advantage of the system like this?"

  "Not at all Norm," he assured me. "More than half of those here are right 
into it, so I just can't see that I'm abusing anything or anyone. Trying to 
stamp out sex now is about as clever as pissing upwind, so I merely go with 
the flow. It's what keeps me in church, but if matters changed I'd probably 
become a Wiccan or Pagan. They're more heavily into sex in a ritual way, so 
it might be harder over there."    

  "How about your kids? Don't you worry about what they might get up to?"

  "I was, but Una talked me out of it.  Teenies find a way to do just about 
anything which appeals to them, despite what we say. Una's very first feely 
experience was here at the age of twelve. She had her first sex at thirteen 
with an eighteen-year-old staffer as  part of the traditional sex education 
among the kids, now continuing with another generation. Do you remember how 
many pregnancies we used to have among teenage girls in our day? It doesn't 
happen now, so I'm happy to see the girls lose their hymen here if it means 
they know what's what. I didn't marry a virgin or as one either, so I can't 
really expect it of the kids, can I?"                           

  I mulled over what he had said as I trudged wearily back to my donga, but 
worried profoundly over what Joy might do if she discovered my infidelities. 
Extramarital sex was something that she would never, ever countenance under 
any circumstance, so I was afraid of her taking the kids and leaving me. 

  Well, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I got into bed alongside  naked 
femininity. On discovering that it was Joy I felt a sudden abatement of the 
initial thrill of anticipation, but managed to make love in a  manner which 
satisfied her. I said that it was a little too dangerous to meet in my room 
and she shouldn't come there.  We'd use the hut when we could make suitable 
arrangements in future,  but I hoped that she might decide to stay celebate 
for my remaining time at camp as I had a feeling that I might be skating on 
thin ice.  I had a taste and the certainty that I'd experience extramarital 
sex again quite soon, so that it might be wiser to keep Joy away from where 
I was, from minute to minute.

  The next day was one governed entirely by Murphy's law,  everything broke 
down and needed fixing, from daybreak until darkness. I was hanging out for 
a sly beer, but just too shagged-out to drive myself into town to find one, 
so I showered, alone thankfully, before hopping gratefully into my soft bed 
and dozing off. I was barely asleep when I was awoken by a noise, turned on 
the light and found a lady named Berylle by the door looking afraid.

  "What is it?" I asked, still foggy from sleep.

  "I can't get out," she told me, seeing an opportunity with my confusion.

  "Oh, the key's in...," I began before realizing that she was out of place 
there. "What were you doing in here?"

  Tears welled up in her eyes.

  "I had a silly idea, but I couldn't go through with it," she sniffed.  

  "What was your idea," I asked gently, noticing the voluptuous swelling at 
the bodice of her button-through dress and the fact that she  wore a little 
makeup. "I can't imagine you'd be dumb, you're among our much more sensible 
ladies in camp."

  She said nothing for a time, but on comprehending that I was awaiting her 
answer, screwed up the courage to respond.

  "I saw you in the showers the other night, not really saw, but heard you, 
with Monica."

  "Is that who it was?"  

  "You didn't know?"

  "It was dark and she took me by surprise."

  "But you didn't mind?"

  "I didn't get any opportunity to mind.  A bloke just can't stop you know. 
When you're aroused you need relief,  a climax, or you must go on until you 
do."

  "So it was okay?"

  "It wasn't at the time, but now that I know it isn't entirely uncommon to 
have capricious sex around here, I feel happier about the experience."  

  "Would you do it again?"

  "Why do you ask?"

  "I didn't go to camp before this, I didn't really go to church even, it's 
Jim's past, he was raised on it. It was only a couple of months ago that my 
girlfriend from work told me that she goes to this summer camp where sex is 
rampant.  She goes alone while her husband looks after the kids, he doesn't 
really subscribe to religion, to enjoy a great multiple rogering every year 
since turning twelve.  When I realized that it was this camp I was going to 
give Jim an ultimatum, but I began to think 'what's good for the gander..', 
you know, was there something in it for me. I thought I'd frighten Jimmy by 
telling him I was considering coming here.  He actually freaked at the idea 
and I resolved to go, even if I didn't do anything sinful, just to keep him 
sweating over the fortnight I was away from home. Because I couldn't let on 
what I knew I didn't know what really bothered him so much;  my discovering 
that camp  was just an excuse for people to engage in promuscuous sex or my 
actually becoming a junior league nympho."

  "And you're still not sure?"

  "No, I'm sure I'm sure. I've done the whole 'glory hole' bit and I've had 
my first sexual experience with another female; women to be accurate, but I 
haven't had a guy proposition me yet,  despite my getting myself alone when 
men are about."

  "So how would Jim view your desire to commit adultery?"

  "He wouldn't be too chuffed. How would like it if Joy was putting herself 
about?"

  "Oh, I don't have to worry about it at all.  She'd never even think about 
it, believe me."

  "And you can just go about getting your bit without having to worry about 
your wife's good name."

  "I haven't just been going around getting sex from strange women, they've 
accosted me and made me accept their favours. I was put upon."

  "And that excuses your actions?"

  "Reactions. Yes."

  "I see," she smiled at me broadly, standing to unbutton her dress and let 
it fall to the floor to reveal a firm body free of undies. 

  I gulped at her matronly lovliness, feeling my stiff penis twitch beneath 
the sheet before she drew it away from me to see what she had coming,  then 
lying beside me. 

  "Turn out the light?" I suggested.

  "No," she chuckled huskily. "I'd like a good look at the first adulterous 
zoob to fill my sinless pussy."

  She stroked my dick and fondled my balls as she slid half over me to kiss 
my mouth with peppermint flavoured lips. Her big boobs were flattened on my 
chest so I reached down to find her warm, wet cunt, diddling her clitty and 
making her tremble and jerk with pleasure. Suddenly she pulled away and lay 
between  my legs as she took my prick between her lips to suck and lick and 
tongue the swollen knob as she looked steadily into my eyes. I leaned on my 
elbows and rolled my hips gently, noticing that she had one arm beneath her 
body and her lovely white buttocks were flexing rhythmically. 

  "Oh God!" I swore involuntarily at the sudden onset of my climax, causing 
Berylle to smile around her mouthful of cock.

  I convulsed blissfully and gushed warm semen into her throat,  seeing her 
swallow rapidly as I jerked repeatedly to give her several squirts to drink 
down.  She sucked me dry while my ecstatic spasms slowly abated, crawled up 
over me to kiss mine with her cummy lips before dangling her pendulous tits 
in my face. They were really nice tits too; not too hard, but not too saggy 
and soft, in remarkably good shape after feeding two offspring. I nipped at 
the proffered nipples, sucking and licking until she got up on her knees to 
shuffle further up to present her cologne-scented cunt to my lips. I kissed 
her red-furred quim, delving deeply into her wet love-sheath with my tongue 
and nibbling at her swollen clitoris, then turned her on to her back to let 
me deal with matters properly as she spread her smooth thighs in my face. I 
went to work with a will, stimulating her pussy as she writhed and wriggled 
and made happy sounds of pleasure, feeling my organ rising to full erection 
at the feel and taste of a sexually aroused woman.

  "Oooh shit! Ooooh Christ!" she cried as her wildly rotating hips suddenly 
locked while her tremulous body became completely rigid as waves of ecstasy 
swept through her flushed and glistening form.

  Her thighs and hands gripped my head firmly as her body continued to jerk 
with orgasm, but as she relaxed I pulled free to move over her and, despite 
her weak attempts to prevent it, slid my tool deep inside her drooling cunt. 
I lifted her feet to my shoulders and, leaning forwards on my hands, thrust 
vigourously within her still flexing vagina to the accompanyment of my taut 
belly slapping on the backs of her damp thighs. She wanted me to stop for a 
minute to rest, but I couldn't and continued thrusting my hips at her less-
than-willing twat, feeling her become delirious at the sensual overload she 
experienced. Fortunately, while she made a lot of noise, I too came quickly 
and we lay panting and gasping as our jerking, spasmodic orgasms took their 
course. I must have fallen asleep immediately because I remember nothing at
all until well after sun up when I discovered that she'd left without using 
the door or windows, deadlock locked and my keys still in my trouser pocket. 

  I filled in my logbook for the previous day, omitting any mention of what
had occurred on the personal level, ensured that my paperwork was up to the
minute, then strolled around my domain to see it all running so smoothly.

  "Hi Chief," Kylie Burns greeted me as I watched her conclude with a class
on water safety. "No more scaredy-cats in this mob.  The face masks and the 
confidence they derive from putting their faces into the water." 

  Kylie is a living doll; pretty, petite and both physically and personally
confident, a good all-round sportswoman and exactly the kind of girl that I
never aspired to as a nerdy, younger bloke. She is deeply tanned and I felt
my dick slowly growing stiff at the sight of her in a light, sleeveless top
and hip-hugging shorts.  As I looked down I could see her pale titties with
gold-brown nipples and ached to take her hard, eighteen year old body in my
arms and make love with her.

  By the time we got to the tea room the others were just leaving except an 
athletic soul who was working out in an empty store room.  Kylie poured tea
for each of us and I got an eyeful of her gorgeous little tits again. 

  "You like to look at them, Chief?" she asked with a coy smile, inhaling.

  I tried to deny my perving, but my tongue suddenly felt as if it had been
injected with novocaine and seemed to fill my mouth while I went bright red
with my embarrassment.

  "It's okay," she told me. "I used to think I was too tiny, but having men
look at me like that makes me glad of what God gave me."

  Just then Laurel Joyner and Bryan Neville emerged from the back room as I 
realized that the workout I'd heard involved two folks. I was horrified; he
was younger than her number one son although neither appeared uncomfortable 
at what they'd just shared.  They looked a little flushed on seeing me, but 
Kylie's wink seemed reassuring as they left.

  "Bryan didn't believe that a lady could possibly get any enjoyment from a
poke in the posterior orifice," she giggled. "He's been disabused of that 
notion by Laurel."

  "Doesn't he aspire to the clergy?" I asked.

  "Yep, but as a modern minister who can advise on all kinds of things, not 
the least of which is sex and its central position in a marriage."

  "Mmmmm," I mused. 

  It made sense, but so much that's not quite kosher does these days.

  "Stand up, Chief," she said softly, causing me even further embarrassment 
by staring directly at the front of my pants which couldn't disguise a very
erect penis beneath the fabric. "Is that all down to me?"

  I nodded dumbly, unable to say anything appropriate for that circumstance, 
feeling an absolute goose at being made fun of like that.

  "Well then, it must be my responsibility to rectify things. Come on," she
said, taking my hand and leading me into the back room.  

  I suddenly comprehended that she wanted nooky with me and I just as badly 
with the teenage camp leader, despite my responsibility not to screw her. I 
felt dazed as she pulled my shorts and underdaks  down to stroke my rampant 
cock as it jumped into view.

  "What a beauty," she grinned, bending to kiss the head, then pushed pants
and shorts to mid-thigh and leaned forward with her hands on the waist high
shelf to indicate her readiness for me.

  "I haven't got any protection," I told her.

  "No problem," she replied. "I'm on the pill."

  In the cleft between her pretty buttocks I saw a furry, plump lipped quim
with dark edged inner lips which she held 0pen for me. I pressed my swollen
knob between her fingers and slid full length into her warm, wet love pouch.

  "That's so lovely, Chief," she whispered happily. "Now do it to me. We're
short on time."

  I drove my rigid organ in and out of her tight little twat, afraid that a
loud slapping sound might lead to our discovery, ramming faster as I sought
relief for us both. Her little titties were almost rubbery in my avid grasp 
to caress and massage them as I thrust my hips to her trim bottom. Suddenly
we came, me first, then Kylie as my semen flooded her womb, leaning against 
her with a cheek against a sweaty  back as the ecstacy racked our trembling
bodies in long spasms.

  "Thanks, Chief, that was really great. Just what I needed," she smiled as
she wriggled from my grasp, pulled up her shorts and skipped from the room.  

  It was then that I noticed Del Myers in the doorway, a faint grin playing
on her lips.

  "I think she's going to make it," she laughed. "It's her avowed intention  
to have it off with every able-bodied man in camp this year. She's past the
two-thirds point with heaps of time left."

  I was surprised that she was so blase about the thing as she was a member
of my congregation and seemed to be a woman of quite conservative attitudes.

  "Well that's the facade I prefer to maintain," she smiled, "but the other
me is a lady of somewhat easier virtue. Be at the hut at nine and I'll give
you some idea of my talents."

  She turned and returned to her normal duties while I had a cup of tea and
viewed the delicious roll and quiver of her broad bottom as she walked away.
I'd always found her slightly intimidating and viewed the acceptance of her 
invitation to intimacy as a certain way to rid  myself of that feeling if I
could perform adequately. Until the previous afternoon I'd seen her as a bit
large and matronly,  but having watched her swimming I realized she was big
and fit: flatish belly, smooth limbs and large tits and bottom which didn't
wobble like jelly. All in all, I thought she'd probably make a good fucking
partner, truly enjoyable indeed,  again envisaging that prominent pubis and
myself in her crushing embrace as she writhed strenuously beneath my strain-
ing body. Dear God! I was almost erect again, just thinking about it.  

  I walked down to the hut on rubbery legs, ducking into the foliage when I
saw a couple coming up from there, the guy was Jerry and the woman looked a 
bit like Joy, although I knew it couldn't have been. Del was waiting for me
already nude, her track suit spread over the heavy table in the centre of a
dirt floor.

  "Hi," she chirped, "I'm ready."

  She felt the front of my shorts. "You too," she smiled with satisfaction.

  "What would you have done if some other bloke had come in before me?"

  "You'd have had to have sloppy seconds," she sniggered crudely. "I said I
was ready. I wasn't kidding."

  She lay back with her hefty thighs apart when I undressed before stepping 
forward to her inviting crotch, probing at her furry slit with my tip until
she closed her legs around my hips to suck my cock into her. Ooh, dear God! 
It felt exactly like warm apple pie, as I'd heard some crude youth describe
the sensation in a movie. Her pussy was sucking at my dick as she tightened
and relaxed it, chuckling salaciously at my jerking reaction to her action,
gently rolling her ample bottom to encourage me to thrust my hips with more
vigour than I'd done. I complied and she responded accordingly as we worked 
ourselves up into a tulmultuous uproaring, as Lord Buckley was wont to say,
shagging in an abandoned lather of pure erotic sensation until I drove deep
to gush a respectable amount of hot semen into her womb. She raked my tight
back with her nails as we clung sweatily as one and spasms of ecstacy shook 
us over and over.  

  To my surprise I felt a tap on my shoulder and was asked to step aside as
James thrust his erect organ into the drooling gap between her smooth legs.

  "Hi," he grinned at her.

  "Hi, yourself," she chuckled amiably. "Now how about a good, hard seeing-
to from that thing of yours."

  There were several more guys hanging about there and I gathered that they
all had an expectation to enjoy Del's bountiful charms as they did on quite
a regular basis.

  Roy persuaded me to refrain from sex over the next couple of nights and I
took part in some kind of initiation ritual with ladies who preferred to be
anonymous partners. I was blindfolded with bandages and wore earplugs so my
tactile senses were enhanced, although I had no idea as to how accurate any
impressions might have been. Both females seemed to be very petite and slim,
apparently virginal, the first quite tentative and trembling violently with
trepidation, but the second lady was a serious goer despite her defloration.
I ate her to orgasm, pretending to myself that she was just an early teener, 
then fucked her with gusto in my sinful fantasy. I did wonder who they were
for the rest of the camp period, but could only see girls like my two young
daughters in my mind's eye. It was both embarassing and extremely erotic.

  I don't know what caused me the thought,  but I wondered whether or not I 
was seeing or experiencing only the things that Roy and others wanted me to  
and decided to try to find out what was really occurring out there, partic-
ularly with my own offspring. I went along to the vicinity of the hut where 
my two girls should have been sleeping and saw a group of boys by the wall.
I watched from the darkness of the shrubbery as each was sucked off in turn
by the unseen female inside the ventilation port, the activity obvious from
my own earlier experience with Roy.

  Nobody else appeared while I waited and watched and I felt so horny since
watching the action that some unseen force appeared to draw me over towards
the rectangular hole in the wall.  I lifted one leg of my shorts to poke my 
stiff dick into the dark gap where I immediately felt warm fingers and lips
around it as I slowly moved my hips to facilitate the young felatrix's easy
sucking and licking.  She knew what she was doing and quickly swallowed the
first gush before expertly milking me dry and releasing my cock. On hearing
the approach of others I faded  away into the darkness along a path through 
the woods until I became aware of more people about me. I couldn't see them,
but rather sensed their presence. I stepped off the track and behind a wide
tree which conveniently forked about the height of my chin, enabling a view
without being seen by anyone to my front.

  There was a huge tree stump some twenty metres away and one of the junior
campers emerged from the shadows to perch upon it. About five minutes later  
a bloke appeared, it was young Bryan, and without further ado they embraced 
and kissed while intimately fondling each other, dropped their t-shirts and
shorts before coupling for an energetic bout of lovemaking. 

  They'd barely dressed and faded back into the woods when another girl sat
on the stump to await some random lover. It was Chris Reed who came as they
embraced and soon coupled as if they were familiar with each other. While I
knew what was happening there was not just immoral, but illegal too, I kept
silent;  after all those girls were obviously there by choice and they were 
not my daughters.  However, that situation changed when I realized the next
girl awaiting service at the stump was my Suzy.  I was about to go over and
challenge her, but some unseen force kept me rooted to the spot until black
Jerome appeared to take her in his arms. 

  It seemed that she  was not entirely unfamiliar with with that particular  
activity, nor with the relevant part of the male anatomy, complimenting him
on the large size of his sex organ and making the sounds that indicated her
real pleasure at feeling it stretch her little pussy.  Even with half-light 
I could see it was a monstrous bloody thing that ought to have frightened a
young lass of limited experience.

  Another of Suzy's cohort came along to accommodate Will's member and then
they stopped coming. Eventually I went over to the scene of all the action,
thinking things were over for the night, when Suzy's pal Lesley appeared, a
hand covering her lips as she recognized me.

  "Oooh, Chief, you gave me a fright," she blurted nervously. "What are you  
doing here?"

  I had no idea as to how I should answer, but before I was able to give it
my due consideration some diabolically inspired words escaped involuntarily 
from my mouth.  

  "The same as you, I imagine."

  "Oooh, goodie," she giggled. "You're my first grownup man."

  She'd quickly shed her top and shorts,  boldly stepping close to me while 
grasping my stiff tool to slide her warm, soft hand back and forth along it
to thrill me as I undressed. We kissed with hard probing tongues and I knew
she was no novice, feeling odd at the realization that my baby daughter was
probably as experienced due to the two of them being pretty thick since day
one. I felt her hard, rubbery little titties, her body jerking as I tweaked 
and twisted her hard, swollen nipples,  then found her warm, wet pussy with 
a hand in her shorts. Two fingers slid easily into her vagina to reveal she 
wasn't virginal before she lay back on the stump top with her pussy at just 
below my crotch height.

 "Got a frenchie, Chief?" she asked.

  I took one sachet from the packet Roy had given me and she plucked it out
of my fingers to expertly roll it down over my eager tool before stretching
back on the stump with her slim legs spread wide in invitation. Placing the  
knob against the moist lips of her vulvar portal with one hand,  she pulled
my hips with the other and I penetrated her fully with an easy push to fill
her not-so-tight cunt, moved her young hips in a circular manner to meet my 
carefully thrusting bottom, giggling at the sounds of our joined parts.

  "You don't need to be so gentle, Chief," she breathed. "I won't break."
 
  I upped the cadence.

  "Ooh, that's gorgeous, Chief," she sighed luxuriously without any hint of
coyness or modesty.

  With that she lifted her slim thighs to encircle my waist to tighten them 
with each shove of my hips to increase the force against on hers,  entwined 
her fingers behind  my neck while strenuously lifting and rotating her neat 
bottom beneath me in encouragement to thrust into her. I complied and found 
myself coupled with a tigress, despite her tender age, a young lady who not 
only knew what she wanted sexually, but also knew how to please her partner 
in order to get him to do what she fancied.  I was flabbergasted, wondering 
where one so young had learned such things and how  much she'd passed on to 
Suzy.

  Her small hands alternately caressed my flanks and clawed at my thrusting
bottom as I rammed ever faster into her exposed crotch, kissing and gasping 
abandonedly at the truly sinful pleasure we were both giving each other. It
made me painfully aware of how easily one became a dirty-old-man, despite a
lifelong effort and many cold showers, causing me to wonder why He had made
it feel so good if He didn't want us to partake: you'd have thought that He
might have made it painful.

 She gasped and cooed and clawed at my pumping  buttocks until her fiercely 
excited movements told me she  was on the way to a blissful end to our fun.
I felt her reach down to loosely grasp my balls and jiggle them in a sweaty 
hand. 

  "Oooooh! Ooooh, I'm coming Chief!" she gurgled happily, then became rigid 
as I felt her sheath clamp tightly around my member, making it very hard to
thrust to my own climax.

  With the added friction I came, feeling her holding me with all her quite
surprising strength as her spasms of pleasure eventually abated and we rose 
to dress again. 

  "Oooh jeez, Chief," she whispered, her breath hot in my ear. "It was, you
know......really......"

  Her voice trailed off, but I comprehended her enjoyment of our union. She
pushed me up off her, arose, dressed, kissed me briefly and quietly slipped 
off through the trees.

  "I won't tell Suzy," she giggled, "as long as we can do it again."

  I nodded my agreement and she was gone, away into the darkness, while I'd
decided to head back, but something made me go back to my earlier observat-
ion point. As I rounded the tree I was embraced by a warm, naked female who
frightened the crap out of me until I realized it was Jerome's spouse Anna, 
whose very dark skin made her invisible in the shadows.

  "Hi, Chief," she whispered in greeting. "You're a hard man to catch."
 
  She quickly undid my clothing and denuded me before kneeling to felate my
sticky dick as I grasped two branches just above my head to roll my hips in
pleasure. Slowly my cock rose to erection with the new stimulus until I got 
her to change places to eat her furry, lavender scented pussy, her gorgeous 
body trembling and squirming warmly at the pleasure she felt.

  "Fuck me now, please Chief?" she asked huskily. "I'm really ready."

  I stood as she grasped my dick to guide it to her warm, wet vulva where I
felt her engulf my knob before easily sliding the rest of my organ into her
slippery sheath.

  "Oooooh, so nice, Chief," she breathed hotly into my ear before we kissed
deeply while she lifted her weight on her raised arms to wrap her long legs 
around my waist and I thrust lustily in and out.

  I found, when I gripped the two branches behind her hands, that I got the
ability to thrust almost vertically up into her with maximum penetration to
very clearly thrill her profoundly. She made no attempt to stifle her vocal 
expressions of joy, clamping her strong thighs around me as I shoved inward
and relaxing them in order to let me withdraw, as she gasped and gurgled in
her happy state.

  We thrust together so hard that our profusely sweating bodies slapped and
made wet sliding sounds, especially where her breasts flattened then flick-
ed up between our pressing chests, driving me wild at the sense of complete
abandonment of the social norms which I felt. My elder daughter should have
heard us banging away there, but Samantha was so intent on accommodating an
eager Roy's stiff cock that she didn't notice at all.

  "Ooooh Jesus! Ooooh shit! Ooooh Christ!" she groaned, her encircling legs
almost crushing the wind out of me as she stiffened in orgasm.
 
  I continued thrusting into her quivering,  convulsing form with a greater
degree of difficulty than before, finding it extremely stimulating to screw
a woman who was obviously out of it by then,  finally shoving deep into her
taut belly to squirt minutely from my almost non-existent store of semen. I 
released my grip on the tree, as she had already done, staggered backwards,
then fell in an undignified heap with her. However, we were feeling no pain
at that stage and  were able to enjoy the aftermath of our coupling despite
our situation.

  "Well, I'm glad I came down here tonight,"  she chuckled huskily. "You're
the only guy I hadn't bonked."  

  "You've been with all the men?" I gasped.  

  "And a lot of the boys," she laughed lightly. "Oh Norman, you're so naive
darling. Most of the girls and women are at it here. It's the one place one
can get into capricious sex without gaining a reputation as a slut."

  She slipped away into the darkness as silently as a wraith and I couldn't
tell whether or not she'd dressed or gone off nude, catching my breath as I
watched my number one daughter clearly enjoying a very robust rogering from
Roy, her demeanour that of someone who appreciated sexual quality and let a
partner know it. 

                                     *

  After a long hot shower alone I made it back to my donga, put my deadlock
button on and heard a girlish giggle as I switched on the lights. In my bed
were the unmistakable shapes of two female bodies beneath the covers.

  "Okay," I growled like Father Bear. "What's going on here? Who's sleeping 
in my bed?"

  I pulled the covers back to find myself staring down at the naked, nubile
bodies of Anna and Jerry's older daughter Faye and her best friend Roma, my
mate Roy's girl. Neither was older than my two, but after seeing what their
fathers had been doing earlier,  I didn't feel the guilt I should have done 
over getting into what was inevitable in that situation.  Mind you, neither 
guy  would have been at all put out at their offspring finding satisfaction
with me, knowing they'd be well looked after.

  "We wanted to try a real grown-up guy, Chief," Faye grinned, stroking her
almost hairless, depilated vulva. "Didn't we Ro?"

  Roma nodded her agreement, diddling her clitty,  unfazed at flaunting her 
adolescent sexuality in understanding her desirability to the older male. I
slid between them and they turned towards me,  feeling the wetness at their 
crotches as they put their legs over mine,  kneading their smooth, globular
buttocks in my hands. They kissed me in turn, inexperienced girlish kisses,
their tongues poking tentatively until I forced mine into their soft mouths.
This spurred them to reach for my cock before I found their moist slits and
penetrated them with a finger each. Their tightness and the discomfort they
felt told me they were virgins who hadn't tried any kind of guy before; kid 
or "grown up", but they weren't about to let a little thing like pain defer 
their shedding their virginities. I took out the KY somebody had left in my
bedside drawer and lubricated their sweet teeny pussies, working one finger
fully in, then two, until Faye had taken three without anything more than a  
slight frown as I felt something give way within her.  

  Roma's hymen was a little more robust than her girlfriend's,  however she
urged me to persist and, with a shrill cry of pain,  her maidenhead yielded
and I stretched her young pussy around my three digits in preparation for a
more comfortable first fuck.

  We kissed deeply, they improved with time, as I sucked their titties then 
moved down to tongue Faye's dark cunt, pressing and circling her large clit
with my tongue until I could feel her climax coming on. She rolled her hips
and shoved her trembling pussy to my face, gasping and wimpering with pure,
virginal pleasure until she arched her back and stiffened with a shrill cry
of ecstacy. Her spasms continued for more than a minute before I crawled up
over her and introduced my cock to her still-tight slit, pushing my knob in
and then working my entire length inside her with a series of short thrusts
and withdrawals.

  "Are you right in me, Chief?" she enquired. "Look and tell me Ro?"

  Roma looked and assured her friend that I was indeed penetrating her cunt
fully.

  "Oooooh shit!" she gasped happily. "It feels so gorgeous. This is what it
must be like to be in heaven."

  I commenced a slow, easy thrusting to slide my love-pole carefully in and
out of her virginal vagina and felt her young hips responding with an ever-
increasing strength as she urged me to fuck her harder in her desire for an
orgasm from genital sex. I pumped my hips harder, my taut belly slapping on
hers loudly as we grunted and gasped with carnal delight, Roma looking some-
what uncomfortable at her friend's forthright vocalization of her pleasure.

  "It's okay, Roma," I reassured her. "The more noise you make, the more it
pleases your guy. We like it, honestly." 

  I kissed her mouth, feeling her respond with her tongue, then diddled her
hard clitty which added to her excitement. I called for a short halt to the
proceedings to enable us to rearrange our relative positions and give me an
easier oral access to Roma's eager cunt. I felt Faye begin to convulse with
orgasm again so I stopped a second time to let them swap places, but it was 
all too intense for her so I was able to concentrate on pleasuring her pal.

  My cock slid easily into Roma's young sheath and she gurgled with genuine
pleasure and displayed a degree of pride at her accomplishment.

  "Ooooh Chief," she gasped excitedly, feeling our joined parts with gentle
fingers. "You're right inside me too."

  I thrust my pelvis to hers and she reciprocated with vigour until I could
feel the first tingling of climax in my pumping loins. She was on the brink
too, so when I drove deep with my final shove and squirted, she moaned with
ecstacy as fierce spasms overtook her.  We shook and trembled and convulsed 
sweatily, gasping and groaning as we clung tightly to each other, feeling a
draining of the erotic delight from our straining bodies while our emotions
slowly cooled.

  "What did you reckon about it?" Faye asked her friend in a shy whisper.

  "It was the greatest thing ever," Roma responded quietly.

  "I was once told that young ladies don't enjoy it at all," I told them on
recalling a talk to a group of elders by a senior, middle-aged police woman
whose life mission was to stamp out teenage sex, preferably with hob-nailed 
boots.  "You only get to like it after marrigable age, you know, twenty-one
or two."

  They looked at each other grinning.

  "If that's not enjoying it, I can't wait to be twenty-one," laughed Faye.

  "I reckon that's the greatest load of horse-droppings I've heard," agreed
Roma with a snigger.

  We cuddled comfortably in the afterglow of an enjoyable interlude for all
and when I awoke they were gone via the egress that was a mystery to me.