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    Chapter 1

   The Gathering

   The Reverend Jim Amity stood on the small stoop of his cabin at Camp
Liberty looking down the gravel road.  He was awaiting the arrival of the
counselors for the summer of 1971.  His wife Melanie stood beside him her
loving hand casually fondling his rear, so that even though the two of them
had just shared a mutually enjoyable fuck, his khaki shorts were once more
tented out with his growing erection.

   Jim's mind wandered back to their torrid lovemaking, to the way she lay
back on the floor, spreading her legs and pulling her simple dress up over
her flopping tits to reveal that she was wearing no underwear, to the
feeling of his throbbing shaft sliding in and out of her wet, pulsating
pussy, to the ecstatic look on her face as she moaned out her third orgasm.
As he remembered cumming inside her, spurt after spurt until his jism
overflowed her cunt and the carpet on which they were fucking was soaked
through, his cock hardened even more.  She had taken that slick fuckstick
into her mouth, licking their viscous juices from it, and sucking him to
one more powerful orgasm before a glance at the clock told them it was time
to get up and go back to work.

   It didn't help matters that he knew she had not bothered either to wipe
her slick, hairy twat or to put any underwear on under her matronly house
dress.  He had kissed and licked away the lumpy cum that had filled her
sucking mouth and run down her soft neck, but Jim could only hope that his
thick semen, which must now be oozing from her satisfied cunt, would not
run all the way down her bare legs and scandalize the new arrivals.

   As for the insistent bulge in his shorts, he didn't really mind if the
counselors saw that, especially the cute college girls he had hired.  They
needed to feel that their presence was appreciated..

   "I wish we could join the children," said Melanie, dabbing the hem of
her dress on her oozing crotch so that it came away wet.  "I could do with
a nice swim."

   "Me too," said Jim, feeling unworthy of the small sexual dynamo that was
his wife.  "But the new counselors will be arriving any time now, so we
have to be here to greet them."

   "You don't suppose we could go back inside?  Just for a quickie?"
Melanie's hand dipped between Jim's legs and caressed his swollen balls
from behind.

   "MMMMMmmmm, Melanie...." Jim pulled her to him and ran a hand along her
soft, swaying breasts, gently tweaking their large, hardening nipples
through the thin fabric.  "I wish we could, Honeycunt.  But duty calls."

   Even as he spoke, a cloud of dust in the distance announced the first of
the summer's arrivals.



   ***

   Bobbie Sue Mason wheeled her 4-wheel-drive Scout down the dusty road and
stopped in front of the tiny cabin where the man she recognized as Rev. 
Amity was waiting with a small, mousy sort of woman she supposed to be his
wife.  Looking at Mrs.  Amity's frumpy clothes, Bobbie Sue wondered whether
her own choice of outfit might be a tad inappropriate.  As swimsuits went,
it was fairly modest, a white one-piece that covered most of her ample
curves.  But as a garment for making a good first impression on an
employer's wife, it left a lot (or too much?) to be desired.  It showed a
generous bit of cleavage, after an hour's driving the rear of it was
bunched up in the crack of her all-too-ample ass, and the ride in her
open-air vehicle had caused her to perspire profusely, so that there was
hardly any part of her body which wasn't partially visible.

   Ah, well, she thought.  Time to be confident.  Time to be sure of
myself. Time to act like showing up half-naked at a church camp is a
perfectly normal and laudable thing to do.  She dismounted from the Scout,
aware of how her generous 37C breasts were swaying, reached behind her with
two thumbs to adjust her swimsuit, and stepped confidently toward the
Amitys, flashing her most radiant smile.

   They both smiled back just as brightly, so Bobbie Sue sensed her attire
was not going to be an issue with them.  She tried not to react as she
noticed Rev.  Amity's tenting shorts.  Well, he seems glad to see me.  He
and Bobbie Sue shook hands; he held the handshake just a little longer than
was necessary.  He introduced the two women to each other; Mrs.  Amity
greeted Bobbie Sue with a kiss on the cheek and a brief hug; Bobbie Sue
could tell the older woman was braless.  My, my.  This is going to be an
interesting summer.

   Two more cars arrived, one with Guy Catwell and Garry Chandler, part of
the lifeguard staff.  Guy was short but gorgeous, wearing only cutoffs and
sandals; Garry was taller and almost as hard-bodied.  Bobbie Sue
appreciated both of them, and judging by the appraising glances they gave
her, they appreciated her as well.

   The other car was driven by a parent delivering her daughter, Helen
Richards, a tall, slender short-haired girl with a sweet smile.  Bobbie Sue
liked her at once, though she had a feeling Helen was fairly wet behind the
ears.  She wore a modest outfit of blouse and Bermuda shorts.

   Soon the parking lot was swarming with cars, some, like Bobbie Sue's
Scout and the Amitys' sedan, parked and left there, others, usually driven
by parents or friends, circling through and unloading luggage and
counselors before heading back to civilization.

   There was Maria Esteves, a little Mexican in tight shorts and a cotton
top.  Phil Sanford, tall and fit but somehow effeminate.  Norman Rippy, a
skinny nerd with long hair and thick glasses who was immediately dubbed
"Hippy." Cindy Ray, a short, sweet high school graduate with just a touch
of Japanese ancestry.  Herman Lightfoot, a tall redhaired boy with a shy
demeanor.  Midge Anderson, a slightly overweight college senior with a
stern attitude.  Sheila Thomason, a tall, willowy blonde with quirky
features.  And Mistie Twist, a busty country girl with a deep tan.

   Rev.  Amity (who insisted everyone call him Jim) was checking names off
his clipboard.  As one more dust cloud appeared in the trees, he said,
"This must be Rick, so we are all here."

   Rick Sturdin was a not a minister's child, as many of the other
counselors were, but he was a religion major probably going into the
ministry.  He was driven to camp by his mother in a battered VW, and after
he had grabbed his suitcase from the trunk, he kissed her goodbye and
joined the group,

   Bobbie Sue was not impressed with him, but she knew that was because as
a preacher to be, he had two strikes against him already.  In addition, he
affected a mustache, as did Phil and Hippy, but on him it was somehow out
of place, an unsuccessful attempt at coolness.  He was not overweight, but
neither was he athletic.  Still, he was nice enough, and she greeted him
with open arms and, she hoped, with an open mind.  When they hugged, she
suddenly became aware of a pleasantly hard bulge in his crotch.  Rick
smiled and blushed.  "Nice to meet you," he said.

   "This is everyone," Jim announced, " except for the cook, who arrives
tomorrow, and my son Jimmy, who will be the final lifeguard.  Melanie,
would you call the kids?"

   "I'd love to," said Melanie, who began to walk briskly up the hill
toward the main part of the campground, her dress blowing in the breeze and
giving the camp staff a nice long look at her upper thighs.  Bobbie Sue
could have sworn the woman was wearing no panties.

   Yes, an interesting summer indeed.



   ***

   Jim and Melanie's children were enjoying a swim down at the lake,
something they would not get to do much during the camping season, since
the lake was designated for boating and not for swimming.  Jimmy, Jim's
18-year-old namesake, was a certified lifeguard, so Jim and Melanie had no
qualms about letting the girls (Janie, 14, and Tammy, 7) swim in the lake
as long as Jimmy was there.  They enjoyed the natural beauty of the lake,
as opposed to the chlorine and concrete of the camp swimming pool, and they
enjoyed also the lake's distance from the rest of the camp.

   Skinny-dipping was the order of the day, and the three kids frolicked
naked in the water.  They were accustomed to being nude at home and all
over the camp as long as no one else was there.  When visitors arrived,
they always had to dress and behave like the good preacher's kids they
were. But for now, they all enjoyed the cool water on their bare bodies and
the warmth of their siblings' skin as they played.

   Jimmy sat on the boat dock, his cock aching at full attention.  Janie
splashed and bounced in the water as he admired her quivering, gently
rounded little teentits.  But he had to admit to himself that it was
Tammy's tiny pussy that really turned him on.  Janie was throwing the
chubby little girl up in the air and catching her, and as she flew through
the air Tammy's little legs and arms flailed frantically, giving Jimmy
sweet glimpses of her hairless little kidslit.  When Janie tired of the
game, Tammy dog-paddled toward the shore, and Janie, treading water, cast
her teasing eyes on Jimmy's stiff manhood.

   "Enjoying the show?" she asked mischievously.

   "Why do you ask?" Jimmy thrust his hips toward her so that his thick
cock and balls wobbled above her.

   "Why don't you bring that thing down here for a minute?"

   "This thing?" He got hold of his cock and squeezed a drop of precum from
it.

   "No, Mr.  Guttermind, that air mattress.  I need a rest."

   Jimmy obliged by grabbing the nearby air mattress and jumping into the
water.  He playfully splashed Janie's face and began trying to dunk her. 
In the water, though, she was almost as strong as her older brother, and
she put up quite a struggle.  His erect penis and her erect nipples were
obvious both to sight and to touch, and soon their playful combat changed
to a slow, sensual kiss.  They tread water in unison as their tongues met
and melded, as Jimmy held Janie's supple young body close to his, his
pulsating cock pressing against her lower belly.

   Janie slid her fuzzy cunt up over Jimmy's hard, warm rod.  "I'm going to
rest now," she said, and she pushed away from him toward the air mattress
and attempted to climb on.  She knew she was giving her horny brother
tantalizing glimpses of her sweet gaping crotch as she lifted one leg onto
the floating cushion.  Finally finding a precarious balance, she lay face
down, legs spread wide, and paddled away from Jimmy so he could continue to
feast his eyes on her saucy young ass and other not-so-private parts.

   Tammy was standing on shore watching, absently fingering her little
pussy and pinching a tiny nipple, when she heard her mother calling from
the steep steps that led up to the campground:

   "Kids!  Time to come in!  We've got company!"

   Much as all three children hated to end their playtime, they realized
the importance of getting clothes on quickly.  Knowing this time was
coming, they had come prepared.  Tammy scurried onto the dock and picked up
her frilly little dress, pulling it over her head.  Then she found her
cotton panties an pulled them on; soaked with the water from the dock, they
were tight and almost transparent.

   Jimmy helped Janie onto the dock, and he pulled on a pair of cutoff
jeans, ruthlessly stuffing his throbbing meat into them and pulling up the
zipper.  He put a sleeveless t-shirt on his muscled torso and sneakers on
his feet.

   Janie dried herself off and then donned hip-hugging shorts, a halter
top, and flip-flops.  The enticing curve of her ass was visible below the
shorts, and her still-erect nipples poked through the damp top.

   Thus fully dressed, the Amity siblings headed quickly toward the
campground to meet the new staff.  They wanted to make a good impression.



   ***

   As the group assembled in the dining hall, Rick Sturdin looked nervously
about him at the attractive young people with whom he was to be spending
his summer.  There was simply more female flesh on display than he had
expected at a church camp, even a church camp owned by a liberal
denomination like the Protestant Free Church.  Bobbie Sue Mason,
particularly, seemed most brazen in her translucent white swimsuit; she was
of a lush, bountiful body type he had learned to think of as zaftig, and he
could easily make out the dark outlines of her nipples and pubic hair, and
the seat kept riding up into her wide butt so much that she had given up
doing anything to correct it.  But the other girls looked fetching, too. 
Cindy Ray's little butt in tight shorts, Helen Richards' long legs, Mistie
Twist's breasts' swaying beneath her oversize t-shirt.  To Rick, the most
interesting woman there was Sheila Thomason, whose eyes captivated him so
much that he was barely aware of how barely she was dressed short shorts,
t-shirt, Keds.  For once he was grateful that he was not particularly
well-endowed: his raging erection could go unnoticed by all but him.
It didn't help that he'd had no sex (with a partner) since February,

when he and Annabelle Lee had broken up.  He remembered with fondness how
nice she had looked that night, naked beneath him in her bed, the hard
nipples of her tiny tits staring at him like extra eyes, her little red
bush decorating the gap between her outspread legs as they fucked.  (Some
boys might have been put off by the fact that she looked as if she were
about twelve years old, but to Rick that had always been a plus.  He'd
liked twelve-year-olds ever since he'd been one himself).  They had been
dating since high school, and lately he had been sleeping in her apartment
more than in his dormitory room.  But that night, as they lay snuggled
together in postcoital bliss, she had laid down her ultimatum.

   "We need to get married," she said sleepily

   "We will, sweetheart.  After graduation."

   "Oh, fuck graduation, that's over a year away" She snuggled closer.  " I
want to get married this year.  You can get a job preaching somewhere, and
we'll live in a parsonage, and I'll pick out your clothes for you."

   He didn't want to talk about this now.  "We'll see," he said vaguely.

   "This year," she repeated, drifting off to sleep.

   "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

   "This year..."

   Rick had lain there in the dark listening to Annabelle's gentle
breathing.  He loved her, but he had no desire to be married so soon.  It
would only lead to disaster, he was sure.

   Besides, if he was honest with himself, he knew he was a little tired of
her.  She was his first fuck, his first real girlfriend.  He wanted to date
other girls, but he was comfortable with the little routines he and
Annabelle had gotten into, and so he had been in no hurry to break up. 
Since she now seemed intent on breaking the routine herself, their whole
relationship was in a different light.

   And so they had drifted apart, she finding a new boyfriend almost
immediately, he casting about aimlessly and spending way too many nights at
the dorm.

   Would it be different now?  There were several attractive girls at camp.
Would any of them be interested in him?  They all seemed friendly and sexy,
and they all had something in common with him: they worked here, in fairly
close proximity.  There would definitely be possibilities.

   Mrs.  Amity came through the screen door and whispered something to her
husband.  She was followed in a minute by a darling little girl in a very
short dress.  "Meet Tammy, everybody!" said Jim, and Tammy curtsied
sweetly, lifting her skirt to reveal tiny damp cotton panties.  Rick's cock
throbbed at the sight, but his attention was diverted by two teenagers who
entered next.  "And this is Jim Junior, or Jimmy, as he prefers to be
called, and our daughter Janie." Jimmy waved and flashed a handsome grin;
Janie waved shyly.

   "Hi, y'all," she said.  Rick was stunned.  Her little teenage breasts
were barely covered by the halter top, and they bounced in a most enticing
way as she ran over to give her daddy a big hug.

   No, no, thought Rick, she's too young, besides being the boss's
daughter. He looked again at Tammy, who was being picked up by her mother,
the little dress lifting up to expose her chubby pantied bottom. 
Definitely too young.  But there was no denying the longing bulge in his
crotch.

   But sexual matters had to wait for a bit as Jim gave his instructions
and pep talk.  He reviewed what everyone already knew: that each Monday a
new church group would arrive.  They would bring their own teachers, but
usually they would be relying upon the counselors to assist in teaching the
curriculum they would provide.  The counselors would see the curriculum for
the first time on Sunday night, at which time class assignments would be
made.  The director of the first camp would be arriving soon to introduce
herself, but the counselors would have little teaching to do this week;
mostly they would be supervising the crafts and entertainment.  This week's
group of campers was a bunch of fourth, fifth, and sixth graders from the
inner city, most of whom had never been swimming or seen more than two
trees together in one place.  The purpose of this camping experience was to
give them a taste of nature and a taste of the Bible.

   On most weekends there would be no campers there, but staff members were
always welcome to stay, as long as they let the kitchen staff know in
advance, and as long as they were willing to abide by the camp's weekend
rules.

   He didn't get around to saying what the "weekend rules' were, because as
he was speaking, the week's director arrived.  She was a small brunette
woman with a determined attitude, a mild mannered husband, and a cute
little girl.  Their names, respectively, were Debbie, John, and Sarah
Small. Debbie was all business in her dress as in her attitude.  Her simple
shirt and jeans revealed little about her figure; she seemed to be in good
shape but not overly endowed.  John was short and beginning to go bald,
with a wan, genial smile.  Sarah was small, like her parents, but she was
all energy, wondering from time to time in a loud whisper when she could go
swimming.  She was dressed for the pool already, wearing a tiny bikini that
revealed the fact she already had some tiny tits and a bubble butt.  She
was 10 years old.  She looked short enough to be 8, but her budding body
looked more like that of a 12-year-old.

   Debbie gave the counselors a pep talk about how much difference they
were going to make in the lives of the poor children who would be in their
charge.  Then Jim assigned a cabin to each counselor and said, "I couldn't
care less what trouble you people get into, but when the campers are here,
you are responsible for keeping the boys in the boys' area and the girls in
the girls' area." When he told them they were on their own until breakfast
at 7:00 a.m., a few counselors groaned, but Rick hoped that a free evening
might give him a chance to get to know some of his co-workers.  Maybe they
could even get into some trouble.

   It was quickly decided the group would take a caravan of cars and drive
into town (about 15 miles) for pizza.  Much to Rick's disappointment,
Bobbie Sue went to her cabin to change into something more appropriate. 
Much to Janie and Tammy's disappointment, Jim decreed that only the staff
could go.  Rick wound up in Phil's tiny VW Beetle with Phil, Cindy, Helen,
and Sheila.  It was crowded in the back seat, but with Sheila on one side
of him and Cindy on the other, being crowded was a definite plus.  The
closeness of the two young women arm-to-arm and thigh to thigh had Rick's
prick pulsating painfully in his pants.

   "So, I hear you're going to be a preacher." Caroline's hand rested
casually on his right thigh as she spoke.  "Vows of poverty, chastity,
obedience, all that?" Her sexy eyes teased him.

   Rick flirted back.  "I'm already poor," he said.  "And to me, chastity
is treating other people's bodies with respect.  Obedience well, I'll try
to do whatever you tell me."

   "Hmmm," said Cindy from his left.  "Sounds like we've got us a live one,
Sheila." She took his upper arm in her hands and leaned her head on his
shoulder.

   Rick noticed that Phil's hand has casually moved from the gear shift
knob to Helen's inviting knee.  Helen didn't seem to object.

   Sheila slid her hand up Rick's thigh and briefly squeezed his hardening
cock.  "That's nice," she whispered in his ear.  "You're doing what I
wanted without even having to be told." Her lips and breath maddened his
brain.  He placed his hand on her bare leg and stroked her soft inner
thigh. Her breast brushed his upper arm, and he could feel the hard nipple
beneath her tshirt.  Cindy's fingers wormed their way inside the sleeve of
his shirt and caressed his biceps and armpit.  He feared that if they went
much further he might cum at any moment, but the girls seemed content just
to touch and tease.  Helen glanced back for a second, and Rick saw her
blush move quickly up her long, elegant neck and flush her rosy cheeks. 
She shifted in her seat and made her left leg a bit more accessible to
Phil's groping fingers.

   Rick had been looking forward to a good pizza.  He realized the evening
promised even greater delights.



   ***

   Tammy and Janie sulked all the way back to their cabin.  They had left
their parents in the guest cottage with the Smalls after being told to go
home and get ready for bed.  The sun wasn't even down yet!

   Still, they were too disappointed and angry to do anything but strip
down and crawl onto the double bed they shared.  Tammy snuggled up close to
her big sister and casually tweaked a nipple.  "I wish we were grown up,"
she said.

   "Me, too, Tammy." Janie fondled Tammy's fat little hiney,

   "You almost are." Tammy reached down and ran a hand through Janie's
sparse pubic hair.

   "Mom and Dad don't think so.  I still get treated like I'm 10."

   "Well, I still get treated like I'm 7."

   "You are 7, silly."

   The girls giggled, and Tammy climbed on top of Janie, straddling her big
sister and rubbing her own little twat on Janie's stomach.  "At least we
can play together," said Tammy, gently caressing Janie's stiffening
nipples.

   "I love playing with you, Sweet Tea." Janie ran her hands up and down
Tammy's back.  "Mmm, I love it when you do that to my nipples.  And you
feel so soft..." She slid a finger into Tammy's little asscrack and gently
stroked the child's anus.

   Tammy quivered with delight and leaned forward to kiss Janie's mouth. 
Their slick tongues flirted at first gently and then more energetically. 
Tammy held Janie's pretty face as they licked at each other, and Janie got
a tight grip on Tammy's chubby asscheeks with both hands, pressing her
sister's hairless pussy close to her body.

   "I love you, Janie," Tammy whispered between licks.

   "I love you too, Tammy.  Do you want me to lick your pussy like Mommy
showed me?"

   "Oooh, yes, please!!  I love that." Tammy scrambled up to straddle
Janie's face and lowered her longing twat to her older sister's wet mouth.
Janie kissed the sweetly fragrant area of Tammy's crotch, from her inner
thighs to the crease between her thighs and labia, to the sweet slit
itself, finally using her tongue to open her baby sister's cunt and probe
for the tiny clitoris.

   "Ohh, oh, oh, oh!  Oh!" Tammy grunted as she ground her preteen twat
into Janie's face.  "Oh, yes, oh Janie!  Oh!  Lick me!  Yes, right
there...ah!  I love you so much, I aph!!  I love you oooh!" Janie was by
this time holding Tammy in place by the armpits and thumbing the little
girls stiff little niplets.  The older girl's mouth was watering, so that
her licking tongue was covering Tammy's now gaping kidcunt with slick
saliva, and Tammy was herself producing sexjuices to add to the mix as she
rubbed herself on Janie's slavering mouth.  "Ohh ah ah oh unh unh " Tammy
grunted in time with her grinding hips.

   Both the girls were vaguely aware of the sound of the front door
opening, but they knew their parents wouldn't interrupt their private time.

   But when they heard an unfamiliar voice saying, "Hey!  Anybody home?"
they both froze; and when the doorknob on their closed door began to turn,
they grabbed the sheet from the foot of the bed and covered themselves with
it.

   Sarah Small, still in her bikini but carrying a small suitcase, walked
into the room.  "Whatcha doin'?" she asked.

   Tammy and Janie weren't sure how to answer that question.  Sarah was
"company," and they had learned not to let "company" catch them naked or
witness any of their sexplay.

   "I was getting bored with grownup conversations, so our parents said I
could sleep over with you tonight," Sarah continued.  She looked more
closely at the two blushing girls, sheet pulled up to their necks.  "Are
you naked under there?" She seemed not shocked so much as genuinely
curious.

   "Um, well, yes," answered Janie.

   "How come?"

   "It's . . .  it's the way we sleep."

   "It didn't sound like your were sleeping.  What were you doing?"

   "Just sort of playing."

   "Do you have to be naked to play?"

   "Yes," said Janie, hoping this answer might discourage the stranger.

   "Cool," said Sarah, taking off her bikini top to reveal her puffy little
breasts.  "I want to play too." She pulled off the bottom of her swimsuit
and crawled onto the bed between the two sisters.  "Isn't it sort of hot
under the covers?"

   "Sort of," answered Tammy, staring at Wendy's hairless cunt and puffy
nipples.  She pushed the sheet off her body.  "You don't have to have the
covers to play.  Do you, Janie?"

   "No," said Janie, obviously intrigued by this turn of events.  "In fact,
it's better if you leave the sheet off." She pulled the sheet off her own
body, and she and Sarah together pushed it back to the foot of the bed.

   "So how do you play?" asked Sarah.

   "It's sort of hard to explain," ventured Janie.  "You just sort of have
to do it."

   "Do what?"

   "Play," said Tammy, and she pressed her soft body against Wendy's, as
Janie reached out to stroke Wendy's tender face and neck.

   Wendy's eyes grew wide with realization.  "Oohhh," she breathed.  "Oh,
yessss..." She turned her face to Janie's and the two girls shared a long
tongue kiss as Tammy played gently with Wendy's tender nipples.  They were
not tender for long, hardening into suckable little knots as the
10-year-old's body filled with desire.  "I didn't know...ooohh....I didn't
know you could do this....with girls..." Almost involuntarily she spread
her legs wide open.

   "I think it's sweetest with girls," said Janie, sliding a finger along
Wendy's oozing, hairless cuntslit.



   ***

   Bobbie Sue had changed from her swimsuit into an only slightly less
revealing halter and lowrise shorts outfit.  She knew she didn't have the
body for such a daring outfit, but to her that just made it all the more
daring.  If she looked like she was squeezed into clothes too small for
her, maybe it would signal that she wanted those clothes removed.  Delayed
by her need to change outfits, she drove by herself and cursed herself for
thereby missing the beginning of the party.

   Upon arriving at Terrie's Good Times Pizza Parlor, the camp staff had
claimed the unoccupied private party room, which was little more than a
series of large booths but which afforded the randy group the privacy they
needed.  Cindy slid into one with Rick beside her and Sheila on the
outside; on the other side of the table were Helen and Phil.  When Bobbie
Sue walked in, she noted that Rick seemed to have his hands full literally
with Cindy and Sheila.  She couldn't tell where his hands were, or theirs,
but she'd have been willing to bet there was a lot going on under the
table.

   For that matter, Phil and Helen seemed to have a little something
started as well.  Bobbie Sue slid into the seat next to Helen and opposite
Sheila and was scarcely acknowledged.  She could see Phil's hand on Helen's
thigh and also the outline of Sheila's hard, excited nipples.  Bobbie Sue
ordered a beer, aware that everyone else seemed already two beers ahead of
her.  Helen, especially, not accustomed to drinking, was feeling no pain,
but she was feeling Phil's crotch.  Bobbie Sue felt her own hot twat coming
to life, stimulated by the excessive sexual energy around her.

   Across the aisle, Doug and Garry had surrounded Mistie on one side of
the booth, while Herman and Midge sat opposite.  The latter two seemed ill
at ease, but Mistie was thoroughly enjoying the attention of the hunky
lifeguards.  Bobbie Sue could hear Jimmy and Hippy in the booth behind her,
together with Maria's accented giggling, so she supposed a good time was
being had there as well.  She felt left out but resolved to include herself
in the evening's activities however she could.  As soon as her beer
arrived, she moved to offer Maria some help.  The little Mexican could
probably handle two men, but why should she have to?

   Jimmy was tentatively reaching into Maria's unbuttoned shirt to caress
her little left breast through her bra when Bobbie Sue pulled grabbed his
arm and pulled him from the booth.  "Hey, lifeguard, I'm in need of
assistance." As he stood, she crushed herself briefly but meaningfully
against him.  Then she pushed Jimmy into the booth across from Hippy and
Maria, sliding herself in beside him.  "Sorry, Maria, but I need to borrow
this young man for a bit."

   "That's okay," laughed Maria, patting Hippy's lap.  "I already got
enough to keep me busy, I think."

   "Think I've got enough to keep you busy, Jimmy?" whispered Bobbie Sue,
pressing her tantalizing tits against him.

   "Mm hmm," murmured Jimmy, staring at her exposed cleavage and leaning in
to kiss her neck.

   Bobbie Sue felt her nipples hardening and her pussy tingling as his lips
and tongue caressed her skin, and she slid a hand along his thigh to find
his throbbing manhood.  "Do you like older women?" she asked.

   Instead of answering, Jimmy moved his open mouth to hers and explored
her teeth with his tongue.  He soon had one hand on her bare back below the
halter top and the other on a full breast, gently massaging and bringing
the nipple to full throbbing hardness.  Bobbie Sue, who until now had been
thinking of herself as a woman on the make, suddenly melted with her
craving for the younger boy.  She allowed him to slip a hand inside her top
as he drove his tongue in and out of her mouth.  She ran her hand along the
outline of his cock and was delighted to find the bulbous end of it
sticking out the leg of his cutoffs, oozing precum onto her fondling
fingers.  She felt her own sex moisten profusely, and she spread her legs
wide, hoping Jimmy's probing fingers might find her willing fuckpit.

   "Are you eating pizza today, or just each other?"

   It was the waitress, leering at the young lovers with pad and pencil in
hand.

   Bobbie Sue clutched the head of Jimmy's penis, hiding it from view.  She
looked up at the waitress, whose short, tight-fitting pink dress with a
couple of strategically undone buttons was designed to attract the
attention of male customers.  Maria quickly closed her own shirt, casually
holding it shut as she pretended to be studying the menu.  Jimmy released
Bobbie Sue's breast and innocently reached for his beer.  "Pepperoni and
sausage for me," he said.  "Medium." The others stammered through their
orders, and the waitress gave them all one last knowing smirk before
sauntering back to the kitchen, swinging her well-shaped ass as she moved.

   Maria giggled, and the others at the table grinned ruefully.  Bobbie Sue
gave Jimmy's slick, leaking cock a gentle squeeze and then released it,
bringing her slippery fingers to her mouth and trailing a few long strings
of shiny precum as she did so.  She slowly licked her fingers clean as
Hippy, Maria and Jimmy gaped.  When finished she continued to slide her
forefinger in and out of her mouth.  "The food here is soooo gooood," she
moaned.

   Jimmy leered lustfully.  "Plenty more to cum, Miss Mason." He put one
hand down the back of her skimpy shorts, his fingers finding the top of her
asscrack.  With his other hand he pulled her face to his and licked his own
sexjuice from her lips, chin, and tongue.  She clawed at his chest, raking
his rising nipples through his muscle shirt.

   Meanwhile, Maria and Hippy were also swapping spit.  Suddenly she
exclaimed, "­Madre de Dios!" Bobbie Sue looked across the table to see
Maria gazing in awe at Hippy's lap.  "It is magnifico," Maria whispered,
fondling and bringing into view the largest dickhead Bobbie Sue had ever
seen.  It was swollen, oozing, and dangerous, and as Maria stroked its
length, it pulsated and pumped out more clear precum, which the Chicana
used to lubricate her fist and the huge dick it was squeezing.

   Bobbie Sue was staring at Hippy's equipment with lust-laden eyes, a fact
not lost on Jimmy.  "Way to go, Hippy," he joked.  "Give me an inferiority
complex.  Just what I need."

   Hippy was beyond replying.  As Maria stroked his huge cock, he breathed
heavily, watching her skilled fingers kneading his massive shaft.

   Bobbie Sue returned her attention Jimmy's penis.  "Oh, this one's a very
nice size, too," she said, carefully unzipping his cutoffs and pulling out
his stiff young manmeat.  "In fact more. . .practical."

   "Practical!" laughed Jimmy.  "I've never heard it called that before!"
But he was clearly enjoying her attentions.

   Hippy was barely able to speak.  "Maria...Maria, if you don't want me
to..Ohgod...  if you don't want me to cum all over the table...oohh...you
better stop...soon..."

   Maria's mischievous eyes looked up from her work.  "Don't want me to
squeeeeeze you anymore?" She gripped his cock firmly and slid her hand up
and down.  "Don't want me to pump you like this?"

   Jimmy pulled Bobbie Sue's hand off his own fuckstick and said, "Hippy's
right.  We haven't even eaten yet.  Let's slow down a little."

   The girls reluctantly took their hands off the boys, whose fully erect
cocks swayed and pulsed and oozed in the air.  "I was just having fun,"
Maria protested.

   "Me too," said Bobbie Sue, partially turning her back on Jimmy.  "But
that's all right.  We'll just sit here and be good little girls."

   "No need for that," said Jimmy, reaching around her and taking both her
full breasts in his hands.  "We just need to help you get caught up with
us."

   Bobbie Sue pretended to resist, but she leaned back into Jimmy willingly
enough, and he slid a hand down her fat bare belly to the crotch of her
shorts.  Hippy, for his part, reopened Maria's shirt and lifter her bra
cups up off her tiny breasts and began gently thumbing her hard little
nipples.

   "Ohhh, Hippy, that is so goooood," Maria moaned.  She clutched his head
and pulled it to her for a passionate kiss.

   Bobbie Sue was thoroughly enjoying Jimmy's attention to her breasts and
pussy.  He massaged her through her shorts, and she opened her legs wide to
allow him better access.  His other hand found its way inside her halter
and flicked her stiffening nipple.  She pressed her back to him and gave
herself over to the pleasures of the moment, lifting her feet onto the
bench and spreading her thighs wide.  Jimmy's fingers ran lightly over her
shorts, pressing skillfully into her vaginal area, then moving up to her
belly and gently stroking her bare stomach, flirtatiously running a
fingertip into the top of her shorts now and again.  This teenager seemed
highly experienced for his eighteen years.  Where had he learned this
technique?  She soon stopped worrying about where he'd received his
education and simply rejoiced in the fact that he had one.  She undid the
top button of her shorts so he'd know he was welcome inside them, and he
took the hint, unzipping her and sliding his hand in, first to cup her
pubis through her soaked panties and then inside the panties themselves,
into the slick hot wetness of her plump pussy.  His finger found her hard
swollen clitoris and bathed it in her cunt juices.

   Bobbie Sue moaned and pressed herself up against Jimmy's hand.  She
looked across the table and saw Hippy licking and sucking Maria's hard
little nipples as the Mexican girl writhed and whimpered.  "Oh, yes, oh,
si, si Se¤or, suck it....nnnhhh...­Si!" Hippy moved his mouth from one tiny
breast to the other, his long tongue flicking noisily across her chest as
she caressed his head and pressed it to her bosom.

   While savoring the sensation of Jimmy's skilled fingers probing her
privates, Bobbie Sue turned some of her attention to the sexy sounds
surrounding them: Helen's gentle gasps, Phil's low grunts, Mistie's low
moans, Guy's whispered obscenities, Garry's animalistic panting, Rick's
heavy breathing, and the giggles of Cindy and Sheila, together with various
slurping and slapping sounds.  Jimmy did something amazing inside her
pussy, something which involved slipping a long thick finger over her
clitoris and into her oozing fuckpit and massaging the roof of her cunt. 
He simultaneously tweaked a turgid nipple, and Bobbie Sue felt her
much-needed orgasm begin to well up from deep inside.

   "Okay, who gets the sausage with extra cheese?"

   The smirking waitress was back again, this time with steaming pizzas. 
Bobbie Sue moaned with loss as Jimmy pulled his slick hand from her flowing
cunt, and she and the rest of the camp staff reluctantly sat up and pulled
their clothes more or less into place with as much dignity as they could
muster.

   * * *

   John and Debbie Small stood on the porch of the Guest Cottage and said
their goodnights to Jim and Melanie Amity.  The two couples had enjoyed a
nice quiet visit with none of the kids around, but Debbie was eager to get
a good night's sleep to prepare her for the busy day tomorrow.

   Upon going back into the Cottage, John quietly embraced his wife.  "Did
you get the feeling they were wanting us to swing with them?" he asked.

   "Definitely," she answered, kissing his lips and pressing her crotch to
his.  "Melanie, at least, was sending out some pretty strong signals."

   "You mean like sitting there pretending she wasn't showing her bare
cunt?" He reached between her thighs to caress her jean-clad pussy.

   "Yes, that and a few more subtle signs: playing with her hair, talking
about how the two of them always sleep in the nude, fondling the inside of
Jim's thigh." She was stroking his cock through his clothes.

   "Poor Jim must be finding it hard to walk home." He massaged her crotch.

   "You're not so soft yourself." She gave his cock a meaningful squeeze.

   John moved his hands to Gwen's chest, briefly caressed her small, pliant
breasts while beginning a long, passionate kiss, and then unbuttoned her
blouse as she opened his trousers.

   "Were you tempted?" she asked, sliding her hands into his pants and
pushing them down his legs.

   "You are all I need, sweetness." He slid her blouse off her shoulders,
and she let it fall to the floor.  "But I do need you," he added, as she
fondled his swelling dick through his boxer shorts, and he reached behind
her and skillfully unhooked her bra.  It fell to the floor, and she went to
her knees, pulling down his boxers and letting his short, fat, hard cock
spring free.  She licked it once, slowly, and he pulled her up, caressed
her breasts, gently pinched her stiff nipples, shook his ankles free of his
pants, kissed her deeply, and led her to the bed..

   ***

   Jim had really enjoyed the walk home.  He and Melanie were still several
yards from their cabin.  They had walked slowly, savoring the sweet evening
air and the sensations of their bodies.  He had put his hand up her dress
so as to enable his arm to encircle her bare waist and in the process
render her naked from the waist down.  Her arm, in turn, reached just far
enough around him to squeeze and fondle his rear end.  Taking advantage of
the darkness of the campground, Jim had been allowing his hand to roam
freely above and below Melanie's waist, and they had paused several times
along the way for lingering kisses and tender strokings of one another's
genitals.  Jim's fingers were slick with his wife's pussy juice, his cock
had swollen painfully in his clothes, and the front of his shorts was
soaked with his own precum.  They now moved toward their darkened cabin,
eager to slip inside and into bed.

   But before they reached the steps, they heard the happy sounds of
feminine orgasm coming from their daughters' open window.  They could make
out Janie's voice "Oh God, yes, oh fuck, oh Jesus" and Tammy's "Ahhh unh
uh-huh uh-huh yes lick it uh-huh" and also an unfamiliar high-pitched voice
which spoke no words but just uttered squeals and grunts.

   "Sounds like the girls have made a new friend," whispered Melanie.

   "Yes.  I hate to disturb them."

   The rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings punctuated the fervent feminine
moans from within.

   Melanie embraced Jim, pressing her warm, soft body against him.  "We
don't need to go in just yet," she whispered.  "You can fuck me right here,
can't you?"

   Jim knew that there was nothing he would rather do.  It was a way of
making love they had discovered while still horny college students living
in separate dorms with strict visitation policies.  He leaned against the
cabin as she opened his shorts and slid them with his underwear down his
legs.  His rampant cock sprang up, and Melanie stroked it lightly as she
stood.  She put her arms around her husband's neck and pulled herself up as
he lifted her by the buttocks.  She was so practiced and so wet that she
had no difficulty at all in sliding her slick cunt down over his swollen,
pulsating shaft.

   Now it was Jim's turn to shush Melanie as she moaned.  She locked her
knees on Jim's waist and used them to pivot herself up and down.  He let
her set the rhythm she wanted, and then he assisted her by lifting and
lowering her fleshy ass.  He savored the sensation of filling her sweet
pussy entirely, and then lifting her up to expose his turgid manhood to the
cooling night air, and then letting gravity drive his piston into her
again, and again, and again.  They both were beginning to grunt and gasp,
and Jim finally realized his children and their little guest would be able
to hear them if they actually let themselves go.  Leaving his pants beside
the tree, he walked off, with his wickedly wailing wife impaling herself on
his manpole, away from the cabin and into the summer darkness.

   ***

   Rick was not accustomed to drinking as much beer as he had just
consumed, but he was pleased to note that his alcoholic consumption had not
decreased his desire nor diminished his erection.  As Cindy moved her mouth
and tongue over the hard penis sticking up from his open jeans, Sheila
kissed him with a fervor that only increased when he pulled her t-shirt
over her head and caressed her bare boobs and thumbed their hardening
nipples.

   He was also not accustomed to being with two sexually hungry women at
once, nor to carrying out such activities in front of others.  He
discovered that there was a bit of exhibitionist in him; he hoped others
would see and appreciate the passion with which the two girls tongued and
manhandled his most sensitive, secret parts.  And of course, he had already
known that he was something of a voyeur, and he was thoroughly enjoying the
orgy going on all around him in the back room of the pizza parlor.

   Bobbie Sue was on the floor, totally naked, her massive, quivering tan
flesh all but smothering Jimmy's muscular body.  She lay astride him, her
ample ass and her prick-filled cunt clearly visible from Rick's vantage
point in the booth.

   Hippy and Maria were also on the floor, she kneeling over his face and
stroking his massive cock and the tennis balls in his scrotum while he
slurped around in her pussy with his tongue.  Huge shining dollops of
precum oozed from his peehole with each stroke, lubricating her brown
fingers.

   Phil sat in his booth with Helen on his lap.  Her eyes were closed and
her mouth open in agony and ecstasy as his hands caressed her breasts and
crotch.  Moisture showed through her lightcolored shorts as she squirmed
sensuously beneath his hands.

   Doug was leaning back against the wall of his booth as Mistie reached
down toward his lap to play with his dick and he lifted her t-shirt to play
with her breasts.  Garry, his pants halfway down his thighs, his hard cock
still wet and shining from her previous ministrations, played with himself
gently and happily as he watched.

   Only Herman and Midge were unaccounted for.  Had they become disgusted
with all this sexplay, or had they simply gone somewhere more private to
indulge in their own?  Rick had not seen them leave, and had not missed
them.  His attention was taken almost entirely by the two young women who
were attending to his sexual needs, and by the increasingly untamed
activity going on all around him.

   It was just as Cindy was sliding his entire cock into her throat, and
Sheila was moaning as he sucked a nipple and slid a hand down into the warm
moistness of her shorts, that the waitress reappeared with the bill.  This
time no one paid her much attention, and she likewise acted as if the orgy
going on in the party room was something that happened every day.  She set
the bill down on the table in front of Guy and Mistie, looked longingly at
Garry's red, raw cock, and said, "Oh, the hell with it." She locked the
door to the rest of the restaurant, hiked up her skirt ( revealing
stockings suspended by a garter belt) and pulled down her pink bikini
panties.  Straddling the surprised Garry, she impaled herself on him and
writhed and moaned as she moved her ass up and down.  "Ooooooooohhhhhhhh
ffffffffffffuck!!!"

   Helen's glazed eyes focused on the waitress's thighs and Garry's balls
visible between them.  The motion of her crotch against Phil's hand became
more focused as well, and deep moans came unexptectedly from her throat. 
All eyes in the room were suddenly looking Helen's way, and she began to
cum.  Her body tensed, her legs spread wide, her voice groaned, and Phil
sped up his fingers working in her soaked crotch.  And as the rest of the
room stared in amazement, the wet spot on Helen's shorts spread, and
spread, and grew, and grew, until almost her entire lower garment was
sopping wet and still a thick, viscous liquid was seeping out and dripping
onto the floor.

   It was enough to send Hippy over the edge. 
"Ohhhhhmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyggodddddddd!!!!!!!" he groaned, thrusting his pelvis
into the air.  The head of his penis turned deep purple, rich streams of
precum flowed from it, and then a thick spurt of lumpy semen shot into the
air and landed in Maria's hair.  Another spurt followed, this one flying
over her head and onto the table where Rick sat with his two lovelies. 
Maria took a firmer hold of his cock and took its bulbous head into her
mouth.  She tried swallowing his spurting cum, but hot streams of it oozed
from the sides of her mouth and fell to her chest, dripping in thick lumpy
strings from there to Hippy's bare belly.

   Rick felt his own orgasm start to well up from deep within his being,
but at that moment Cindy took her mouth from his shaft and gaped at Hippy's
throbbing, cumming cock.  Rick's throbbed, purple and frustrated, at its
full 6 and a half inch length, feeling somewhat inadequate by comparison,
but nevertheless enjoying the show Hippy and Maria were putting on. 
Hippy's huge balls continued to pump, and Maria released his still spurting
penis, letting the last few spurts of viscous semen splash on her breasts
and belly.  She rubbed her crotch on his face and reached her own orgasm,
ecstatically moaning and grunting Spanish obscenities.

   The waitress reached orgasm quickly, stiffening and clamping down with
her vaginal muscles on Garry's cock and digging her fingernails into his
shoulder.  He came, too, and his thick semen was visible pulsing out of the
waitress's pussy and onto his balls and the seat beneath.

   Doug came in Mistie's hand, his white cum first spurting up onto the
table and then flowing freely over her fingers.  Using this lubrication,
she increased the speed of her handjob, bringing him swiftly to yet
another, smaller orgasm which sent more hot fragrant jism over her flexing
fist.  As Doug collapsed in exhaustion, Mistie reached into her own moist
gym shorts and began to frig herself with her cum-covered fingers, her
other hand tweaking her large, stiff nipples.

   Oblivious to everything else in the room, Bobbie Sue and Jimmy finished
their fuck, she leaning back and grabbing his knees as she came, he
spurting himself up into her cunt as he watched her breasts bounce with
abandon.  Their gutteral moans accompanied each other as they shuddered
through the last throes of their ecstasy.  Then Bobbie Sue slid off Jimmy's
meaty, slick cock and lay back onto the floor, breathing heavily as her
open cunt oozed its thick juices onto the tiles.

   Helen's body was still quaking and quivering with the aftershocks of her
orgasm, her juices still dripping onto the floor through and around her
soaked shorts.  Phil slid his hand inside her shorts, massaged her cunt
with his fingers, and drew it out again, bringing his fingers to her mouth.
Helen eagerly sucked his fingers two or three at a time, apparently
savoring the taste of her own sexjuice.

   Mistie came, filling the air with breathy "omigods" as a much smaller
wet spot formed in the crotch of her shorts.

   Hippy lay passed out in a pool of his own amazingly copious semen, as
Maria continued to writhe slowly on top of him, smearing his thick jism
into her own skin as it also soaked into her clothing.

   The waitress pulled herself up off Garry's deflating cock and, with his
cum flowing in gelatinous creamy lumps down her legs, surveyed the wreckage
of the room and what remained of the orgy in which she had just taken part.
"Jesus," she breathed.  "Look at this mess."

   It was a mess, Rick could see.  Pools of semen, beer and other fragrant
fluids lay on various surfaces, as did large chunks of pizza and plates of
soggy salad.  Clothes were strewn on tables and floor.  Snoring and moaning
bodies in various stages of undress lay in pools of sweat and jism. 
Feeling the moment pass and sensing he was not going to have an orgasm any
time soon, Rick spoke.  "We can help you clean up."

   "No, need," the sexy older woman answered, not bothering to pull her
skirt down over her exposed privates.  "This was my last day on the job. 
I'm heading for home."

   "But we can't just leave it like this," Phil said, reluctantly pulling
his slippery hand out of Helen's sopping pants again.  "We may want to come
back again."

   Rick realized that he and Phil were the only men in the group who had
not had orgasms.  Phil's crotch was bulging noticably, and Rick's penis
still stuck out throbbing and oozing and begging for attention as Cindy's
saliva cooled on its surface.  Rick also realized, somewhat guiltily, that
Cindy and Sheila were the only women who hadn't cum yet.  He looked at
Cindy, who winked, kissed his raging cock, and began straightening her
clothes, and then at Sheila, who was pulling her shirt down over her taut
nipples.  Sheila winked and mouthed one word to him: "Later."

   Rick reluctantly (and with some difficulty) stuffed his stiff, dripping
penis back into his pants and began to help Phil with the cleanup.  The
other staff members slowly joined them, gathering up the food, wiping up
the sex juices, then even mopping the floor and cleaning the tables with
the disinfectant provided by the waitress who, despite her desire to walk
out early on her last night, had been shamed into helping her rowdy
customers do her job.  There was little Helen could do about her own soaked
clothes, nor Maria with her blouse and hair filled with Hippy's drying
semen.

   The work was quiet, subdued, a little embarrassed.  Rick heard a few
whispers:

   Cindy to Helen "Do you always you know cum that way?"

   Helen to Cindy "Sometimes.  Most always."

   Maria to Bobbie Sue "Can you believe the size of his prick?  And his
cojones, so full!"

   Bobbie Sue to Maria "Not so full now."

   Phil found a bra under a table and waved it in the air.  "Okay, whose is
this?  Size...32a."

   Maria came forward and snatched it from him, stuffing it in her purse.

   Soon the mess was cleaned up and the waitress bid her new friends
farewell, kissing each of the men full on the mouth and hugging each woman
close.  "Thanks, guys, she said as she locked the front door.  "You've made
my day."

   ***

   Back in the VW, Helen quickly unzipped Phil's fly and played with his
cock as he drove back to camp.  "I don't really know how to do this," she
apologized, "but I really want to make you feel good."

   "You're doing fine, honey," said Phil.  "Just be slow and gentle. 
Ohhhhh....that's right"

   From the back seat, Rick watched Helen lean hungrily over Phil's cock,
Sheila and Cindy pulled down Rick's jeans and briefs and switched place
this times, Sheila lapping at Rick's turgid cock and Cindy kissing him and
reaching inside his shirt to caress his chest.

   Sheila proved to be an amazing cocksucker, while Cindy seemed to
understand how wonderfully sensitive a man's nipples could be.  While
Sheila took his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat, Cindy's
tongue and fingers teased Rick's nipples, bringing them to hard little
knots and making his entire body yearn for more.  When Cindy lifted her
lips to his, Rick eagerly kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into the
moistness of her mouth the way he was thrusting his cock into Sheila's
face.

   He lifted Cindy's bra and filled his hands with her soft tits.  The
eraser-like nubs of her nipples hardened against his palms and fingers. 
She responded with a breathy moan and flicked his nipples faster.

   "Oh, God, I'm going to cum," Rick gasped.

   In unison, Cindy stopped playing with his nipples and Sheila lifted her
mouth off his cock.

   "Not yet," teased Sheila from his lap, letting his throbbing meat bounce
in frustration against her chin.

   "No, not yet," Cindy whispered close to his ear.  "We have plans for
you."

   So Rick could only watch and listen to the front seats with some envy
and some anticipation as Helen moved her mouth up and down, on and off
Phil's thick, turgid staff.

   * * *

   Bobbie Sue asked Jimmy to drive her Scout back to camp, and he was happy
to oblige.  She felt both exhausted and exhilarated, and she wanted nothing
more than to sit quietly and let the night air refresh her.  On the dark
road, she took off her halter top and let her breasts cool in the wind. 
Enjoying Jimmy's sidelong looks at her stiffening nipples, she pulled off
her shorts and panties as well.  Propping her feet on the dash, she felt as
if the wind were loving her, caressing her, fucking her.  Her crotch was
moist with her sweat and her juices and Jimmy's cum, and she ran her
fingers through the hairy moistness as the breeze cooled and dried her.

   "You are a fine-looking woman, Bobbie Sue," said Jimmy, leering at her
nakedness as she slipped a finger inside herself.  He was bare-chested,
wearing only the tiny pair of cutoffs, and his muscular young torso glowed
in the dashboard lights.

   "Too bad you have to drive," she teased.  "I could use a man over here."

   "What's stopping you from coming over here?" he asked, and he deftly
snapped open his shorts and pulled down the zipper.

   Bobbie Sue couldn't resist.  She leaned over the space between the
bucket seats and fished his hardening cock out.  It grew in her hand, and
then in her mouth.

   "Oh, God !  Oh, Bobbie Sue..."

   She slurped her mouth up and down his cock, working her tongue around
the head and reveling in the taste of his sex.  He tasted of salt and cum
and her own cunt.

   Just then Bobbie Sue came to the unwelcome realization that she had to
pee desperately.  She slid her mouth off Jimmy's lap and pulled herself up
to whisper in his ear, as sexily as she knew how, "Uh, Jimmy, I just hate
to ask, but could we stop for just a minute?  I have really got to piss out
some of this beer."

   Jimmy pulled over to the side of the dark dirt road and kissed Bobbie
Sue's available mouth.  "It's okay, darlin', I gotta go myself."

   They clambered out of the Scout, Jimmy with his stiff rod swinging in
the breeze, Bobbie Sue bouncing naked into the woods behind him.  She
squatted behind a bush to hide from the road and blissfully enjoyed the
release of the long pent-up pee.  She heard Jimmy's loud stream just a few
feet away and made out the silhouette of his cock producing an impressive
stream of urine.  "I thought guys couldn't pee with a hard on," she said.

   "Some can't; never been a problem for me."

   The acrid but not unpleasant scent of beer piss assaulted Bobbie Sue's
nostrils, and she longed again for Jimmy's touch.  They walked back to the
vehicle together, Jimmy's hands running up and down Bobbie Sue's bare
backside.  At her urging, Jimmy removed his shorts, and once on the road,
she resumed her blow job, noting with a pleasure which surprised her that
the lingering taste of piss from the tip of his cock was quite nice when
mixed with the other flavors there.

   As she knelt on the passenger seat, her head busy in Jimmy's lap, Bobbie
Sue reached between her legs to feel the soft wet lips of her pussy.  It
was open and willing, and she filled it from time to time with a couple of
fingers, but mostly she rubbed the hard little nub of her clitoris.  Her
aim was to bring herself off at the same time Jimmy shot off in her mouth.

   The sounds of their slurping and moaning were drowned out by the sound
of the engine and the roughness of the road as the Scout rolled through the
night.

   * * *

   Melanie and Jim sat naked on a bench in the Arts and Crafts Pavilion. 
Finally, they were both sexually sated, and they simply caressed one
another and enjoyed the cool dark air.  She fondled his semi-flaccid cock
and explored the warm, hairy area around it; he fingered her sweet, sagging
breasts as they kissed, tongues exploring casually and naturally the
familiar oral cavities of each other.  He moved his hand from her soft
nipple to her wet cunt and felt his own juices mingled with hers in a
fragrant, musky seepage.  A pair of headlights appeared through the trees,
and then a couple more, creeping their way along the dusty camp drive. 
"Looks like the kids are getting home," he said.  "They're not in any hurry
about it, are they?"

   "I bet they're enjoying the drive as much as we've enjoyed our walk,"
said Melanie, opening her legs and encouraging him to put four fingers
inside her warm fucknest.  "Do you think they'll get up in time to go to
work?"

   "We'll see," said Jim.  He moved his mouth down to lick a nipple.  "Do
you think we will?"

   * * *

   Phil, having guided the VW back despite having a powerful orgasm in
which he filled Helen's face and mouth with cum, asked the girls in the
back seat which of the girls' cabins they were assigned.  "I can drop you
off at your doorstep," he offered.

   "We'll just go to Rick's, said Sheila and Cindy together, and then they
both began to giggle.

   "I'm in Brown Earth," Rick said, enormously surprised, enormously
pleased, enormously hard.

   * * *

   "Want to come to Sweet Honey with me?" Bobbie Sue asked Jimmy as she sat
in the passenger side of her Scout, feet propped on the dash, her hands
prodding and squeezing the folds of her cunt.

   "Sure," said Jimmy.  "I think Bear Moon is going to be busy tonight. 
Doug and Mistie were headed that way, and maybe Garry too."

   "Sure you wouldn't rather join their party?" Bobbie Sue squirmed on her
hand and tweaked a turgid nipple.

   "I'm happy with you, Miss Mason," Jimmy answered, pulling up to the
girls' cabin and quietly shutting off the lights.

   * * *

   Debbie Small lay on her back, legs spread wide to allow her husband to
lick her cunt clean of their sex juices.  She gently gyrated her pelvis as
he slurped up the thick, copious fluids which oozed from her satisfied sex.
She was getting mildly excited again; sometimes a second orgasm resulted
from this customary post-coital activity.

   "I hope the girls are getting along all right," she said.  "I hated to
dump Sarah off on Jim and Melanie, but I am uhnnn!!  so glad we had this
private time." She massaged her nipples with her fingertips, stiffening the
hard little nubs still more.

   * * *

   Sarah was wrapped around Janie, spoon fashion, while exhausted little
Tammy slept crossways on the bed between the wet and open thighs of both
older girls.  The room was silent except for Janie's occasional happy
moans, brought about by Wendy's gentle caressing of Janie's breasts.  The
odor of girlsex permeated the room, and the girls cuddled together in
satisfaction.

   * * *

   A somewhat tipsy and completely nude Mistie opened her legs for Doug and
Garry, who were mesmerised by the sight of her wet, hairy pussy.  Cocks
erect, they moved in, Doug to her open mouth and Garry to her flowing cunt.

   * * *

   Inside the girls' cabin Sugarspice, Maria was reluctant to allow Hippy
to fuck her.  She knew his massive cock would split her in two.  But she
was happy for him to kneel at the foot of her bunk and lick out her sweet
swollen pussy.  She moaned and panted as his experienced tongue slid its
way along her vaginal crease, down to her pulsating anus and back up to her
hard, distended clitoris.  Grinding her hips up into his face, she felt a
major orgasm approaching.

   * * *

   Rick could not believe his luck.  This was like a dream, and he did not
want to wake up.

   Sheila mounted him as he lay back on his bed, and as she slid her wet
pussy down over his erect shaft, he moaned aloud and reveled in the swaying
of her small breasts before his eyes.  His grunts of pleasure were stifled,
however, when Cindy straddled his face and lowered her cunt to his mouth as
she caressed Sheila's tits and the two girls engaged in a hot, wet, noisy
lesbian kiss.  Rick soon found Cindy's clit with his tongue, and the three
of them worked their way toward paradise.

   * * *

   And as Rev.  Amity found the strength to fuck his horny wife one more
time in the darkness of the Crafts pavilion, he listened to the moans and
sighs and orgasmic screams which filled the night, and he knew that the
camp was offering a collective prayer of thanks to God for the beauty of
life, the power of desire, and the pleasure of human sexuality.

   "Thank you, Jesus!" he exclaimed, as he shot spurt after spurt of hot
sperm into Melanie's sodden pussy.





    Chapter 2

   Love with the Disadvantaged (coming)

   Comments and constructive criticism welcomed: ricksturdin@yahoo.com