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Collected by Djian
updated oct 19 - 2011
F/f, D/s, BDsm, teen, ws....
Lesbian Camp Girls
A novel by
Mark Pritchard
mark.pritchard@gmail.com
Foreword
This book is intended to be both pornography and an affectionate
homage -- almost a parody, yet real porn -- to the wild pulp paperback
porn that was so ubiquitous in the 1970s and 80s. Supplanted by the
advent of the cheap porn video, this pulp porn was one of the main
media for pornography then. It was what the selfconscious "erotica"
of the day specifically was not -- it was nasty, rude, usually very
embarrassing, and a lot of fun. It commonly had a fauxnaïve tone,
especially the stuff about teenage girls. I try to capture that here.
Chapter 1
"BYE MOM! Bye Dad!"
Lisa waved as her parents drove away down the road through the trees
out of summer camp. Her slender 16 year old body balanced on tiptoes
and she waved until they were out of sight.
Then she turned around and smiled with delight. She was back at her
beloved Camp Sunup, where she’d spent a month every summer since she
was 8.
She’d grown from being just a little girl like one of the dozens
scampering happily around her to a lovely young woman -- who was still
enough of a girl to know that summer was for fun, and enough of a
woman to know that fun could be more than playing Capture the Flag.
Especially when your parents were away and you were on your own. And
right now, she couldn’t wait to be alone.
She picked up her last bag -- Daddy had already helped her move most
of her stuff to her cabin -- and made her way through the other
campers. Little and big, all the girls around her were celebrating
their new found freedom. The littlest girls were running around
screaming. She’d outgrown that a long time ago.
The bigger girls, her own age, were standing on the porch of the
dining hall being cool, and some of them were regarding Lisa as she
walked past them. She recognized some of them, and waved, but kept
going.
She wanted to get to her cabin.
Already she could see it in her mind’s eye: a little two bed wooden
cabin, one of ten grouped around a clearing in the woods. There were
five such clearings, with ten cabins each. Her clearing was called
Unit 1.
And her cabin was special. Most of the others had four or six beds.
But because she was 16, she was a Pony -- a counselor in training --
and she and another Pony shared a single cabin. Next year they could
become real counselors, like those girls she’d admired and had crushes
on summer after summer.
Lisa turned onto the road to Unit 1, her steps quickening. Alone in
her bunk -- that’s what she longed for. Alone with her thoughts -- and
her fingers.
Like most girls her age, Lisa had discovered her own body. One day a
few months before, she’d been washing herself in the shower, and while
directing the hose between her legs, had discovered a most delicious
feeling. A feeling that grew and grew the longer she played the water
between her legs. A feeling that exploded.
At first, it had made her confused and even afraid. But then she
learned that there was nothing dangerous about the good feeling.
She also learned that the shower wasn’t the only place she could feel
it. So she had rocked herself to orgasm every night in bed since then.
But she was always afraid that her parents would find out about it. So
she had been looking forward to getting away to camp, where she could
be off by herself, and make herself explode like that whenever she
wanted to.
And she wanted to very badly right now.
As she came down the road into Unit 1, her heart was beating fast with
excitement. Soon, very soon, she’d be alone, her fingers touching down
there, that place that had so many dirty names. Dirty, exciting names.
Like pussy, cunt, gash.
She had never said those words out loud, or even heard anyone say
them. She wasn’t even sure where she’d learned them.
But sometimes, when she was in the middle of doing herself, she’d
whisper them very softly. Like someone else saying it to her. Like
someone else was there touching her.
Unit 1 was nearly deserted; most of the campers were already still up
at the dining hall. All the better. She’d be left in peace.
The only other girls she could see were three little kids down at the
other end of the unit, and a tall, red haired girl walking toward
them.
The red haired girl looked about her own age, and Lisa wondered who
she was. The girl was a jock, she could see that from across the
clearing. Her long legs were muscled, and on either side of the red
hair on her back, broad shoulders stood out from the straps of her
tank top.
Lisa only paused for a second, and then walked up to her cabin. The
door was open, and she quickly stepped inside and shut it behind her.
Thank God, the other girl who would be sharing the cabin hadn’t
arrived yet. Only Lisa’s suitcases lay open on her bunk.
Lisa threw her bag on the floor and stepped out of her sneakers. Alone
at last! Alone with her own beautiful body.
She stripped off her clothes. It felt so good to have those off. Her
long, brown arms ripped the tank top off and tore open the shorts.
Gasping with excitement, she didn’t wait to lie down or even take off
her silk panties. She drove her fingers flat between her legs.
Her panties were wet. Was it sweat? No, she didn’t sweat there, that
spot right over her cunt. It was her own jizz leaking out. It spread
through the thin fabric. As she pressed there, it was like squeezing a
lemon. More juice gushed out.
Suddenly she could smell it everywhere. A strange smell, but one she
had come to love. It meant she was turned on. It meant she was going
to get pleasure.
Lisa probed and rubbed with her fingers, steadying herself with her
other hand against the frame of the bed. She happened to glance in the
mirror, and saw herself, a slender, dark haired beauty, nearly naked
and out of her head with lust.
She gasped when she saw her image in the mirror. She was beautiful.
She’d never before thought to look in the mirror when touching
herself. Now she saw that being turned on made her look strange, a
little wild -- like someone in an advertisement.
She was entranced with her image. Continuing to rub between her legs,
she stared into her own eyes. The girl she saw there was not only
beautiful. She was doing something strange. She was standing in the
middle of the room touching her own cunt.
Cunt. The word set her on fire. "Oohhhh," she groaned, closing her
eyes momentarily. When she opened them again, she saw her breasts.
They were round and firm, not too big or little, with smooth perfect
skin.
She let go of the bed and cupped one of her breasts with the free
hand. It felt so good. She looked at herself in the mirror touching
herself. She imagined herself doing that with someone watching --
offering her own body up like that.
It was a forbidden image. No one had ever seen her naked. But it made
her cream even more.
Her panties were sodden with come. Any more and they’d just dissolve.
She slid them off, shivering at the touch of air on her dripping cunt.
"Oohhhh." That word again. She took one of her fingers -- it was
already wet just from the jizz soaking through her underwear -- and
slid it sharply into her cunt.
"Ooooh." That felt so good. She looked at herself again in the mirror
and saw a beautiful girl with a finger up her own cunt.
The sight sent her soaring. She moved the finger in and out, staring
at the spot in the mirror where it disappeared into that hairy gash.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, shit. Oh, no."
Her finger went faster and faster in her cunt as she gazed at herself
in the mirror. It must be bad to look at yourself like that. And if
anyone else caught her like that, she’d die. But the sight put her on
the moon.
"Uughhh," she grunted. The hand that was stroking her breast now began
to make circles around her nipple.
She could feel herself getting higher and higher. In a minute, she’d
get what she wanted -- that explosion of pleasure even she didn’t
understand.
She just knew she wanted it. "No," she whispered, "not that. Not in my... cunt."
It never failed. Just whispering the word was enough to set her off.
"Eeeeeyyyaahhhhh," she wailed. "Oh, God. Goooooood." The finger went
in and out like a piston, and she watched it all in the mirror.
What she saw was so beautiful, and so dirty. A girl fucking herself.
But she was no longer in any condition to worry about it.
Explosions of pleasure rocketed back and forth in her cunt. She went
faster and faster, higher and higher. She was coming hard on her
finger. And she moaned. "Noooooooo...."
Then came a knock on the door.
Lisa screamed. She was so frightened she almost fell over.
The knock came again.
"Who is it?" Lisa yelled, grabbing a towel from her suitcase.
The door opened and the tall, red haired girl stood in the doorway.
"Hello?" the girl said, peering into the darkness of the cabin. Then
she saw Lisa.
"Hi," the girl said. "My name’s Sandy." She came inside and shut the door.
Lisa said, "Oh, hi.... I’m Lisa." She was in a panic. Had the
red haired girl heard her moaning? Had she seen anything?
Sandy came up to her. She was so much taller than Lisa. For a minute,
Lisa thought Sandy wanted to shake her hand, but she was too tangled
up in the towel.
But Sandy reached up and put her hand behind Lisa’s neck, and bent
down and kissed her on the lips.
Lisa was so shocked she couldn’t think. Here she was wrapped up in
just a towel, and this stranger had come in while she was jacking off,
and had just come up and kissed her. She wanted to die.
But at the same time, the pressure of Sandy’s lips on hers stuck a
chord down between her legs. To her confusion, she felt an explosion
of warmth, and a trickle of come escape from her cunt lips.
But the kiss didn’t last very long, and then Sandy just walked away
and sat on the other girl’s bunk.
"Are you... are you in this cabin too?" Lisa asked, breathless.
"No, I’m a counselor," Sandy answered. "I’m the senior counselor for the camp."
"Well, I haven’t seen you before," Lisa explained. "I mean, I’ve been
coming here for years."
"And it’s my first year, so what?" Sandy said. She reached back and
ran her hands through her hair. "I already know a lot about this
place."
"Oh, really? How old are you?" Lisa asked.
"Nineteen," Sandy said. She was gorgeous, with full red lips and blue
eyes. As she leaned back on the bed, her large breasts jutted out.
"And you’re sixteen."
Sandy laughed a little. "I remember what that was like. I didn’t have
a job like this, that’s for sure. I was too busy getting it from my
boyfriend."
Lisa blushed and looked at the floor.
Sandy ignored the younger girl’s embarrassment. "I had just discovered
sex and I was determined to get it as much as possible, and girl,
that’s what we did. There wasn’t a single night I went to bed without
some of his stuff up my cunt or down my throat," she went on, staring
at Lisa.
Lisa was speechless. Sandy must have seen her masturbating. That’s the
only reason she’d talk about sex like this.
It was so embarrassing. And yet the words had their effect on her cunt
too. She could feel it melting, turning into a cauldron of come.
"Look at me," Sandy demanded. "What about you?"
"What about me?" Lisa echoed, confused. She looked into Sandy’s eyes
with terror.
"Don’t you like fucking?" Sandy asked, her voice suddenly soft. "Don’t
you like it when he puts his cock in you and you cream all over it? Or
when he comes in your mouth and you feel it on your tongue really warm
and juicy? Or maybe you don’t do that -- with boys."
Lisa closed her eyes. She felt dizzy. All those words she’d hardly
dared repeat in her own mind, this outrageous, gorgeous girl was
spouting off to her. What was she trying to do, turn her on?
If so, she was succeeding. Lisa’s cunt ached to be touched. And one of
her hands was so close. Maybe Sandy wouldn’t notice if she moved ever
so slightly.
But when she opened her eyes again, Sandy’s gaze was locked on her
cunt. Lisa looked down. She saw that her hand certainly was close to
her cunt -- in fact, it looked like she was purposely pressing against
it.
"You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?" Sandy whispered. "Don’t you?"
"No!" Lisa groaned.
"‘No’? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, Lisa."
"Oh, God," Lisa murmured. Would this insane interrogation never end?
Sandy sat up on the bed again. "Tell me you’ve never done it," she
coaxed. "Tell me you’ve never felt a guy’s meat. Never told him what
he wanted to hear, never begged for it because that’s what he likes.
Don’t kid me, kid."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Lisa pleaded. "Can I just
get dressed, please?"
"Oh!" Sandy said, standing up. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you."
She walked across the floor to Lisa, catching hold of her wrist. "Go
ahead," Sandy purred. "Just go back to what you were doing."
Lisa turned crimson, but before she could say anything, Sandy’s hand
against her cheek made her head turn, and then Sandy was kissing her
again.
That voluptuous mouth that said those awful things -- it was pressing
against hers. And then, to Lisa’s amazement, she felt Sandy’s tongue
against her lips, against her teeth, exploring her mouth.
And she was responding. A moan escaped from her lips, giving Sandy the
chance to force her mouth open farther. Lisa felt faint, she felt a
wave of desire hit her cunt. The towel hit the floor, and she was
standing naked before Sandy. Now Lisa didn’t care what happened. She
felt powerless, completely under Sandy’s power.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss was over. Sandy was
standing at the door. "Think you dropped something," the red haired
girl said, eyeing her from head to foot. "See you later, Lisa." Then
she disappeared.
Lisa grabbed the towel from the floor and covered herself again,
needlessly now. She hugged it around her. That girl had seen her
naked! Had poked her long tongue in her mouth! Had made all kinds of
lewd suggestions! And what had she seen and heard before she came in?
Lisa wanted to die. This was terrible. She had to get away.
Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She looked as
wide eyed as a deer in the gun sights of a hunter. Her hair was
disheveled where Sandy had held her. The towel imperfectly covered her
lovely, slender, body.
Slowly she let it drop. That was what Sandy had seen. The beautiful
body, the small, perfect breasts, the gentle curve of the belly
leading down to wide hips and a huge delta of black hair.
Lisa put out a hand toward the mirror. Then she let the hand drift
toward her cunt. That black hair, Sandy couldn’t have missed it.
Awful. But so pretty....
And very soon, she was doing herself again. Just as Sandy had told her to.
Chapter 2
Sandy walked away from Lisa’s cabin toward the unit’s main cabin, a
one story building near the entrance of the unit.
She was smiling broadly. What a hot little cunt this Lisa was. Just as
she’d hoped.
This summer was going to be everything she expected, Sandy told herself.
But first things first. Entering the main cabin, she went down a small
hallway into a bedroom. What she saw there made her smile.
There, in front of a window with white curtains blowing in the breeze,
a naked girl was sprawled on the bed. A slim, blonde girl of 16 with
blond cunt hair and big tits, lying in the middle of twisted sheets.
Sandy could see the girl, but the girl couldn’t see her. She was
wearing a blindfold.
But the girl sensed Sandy’s presence. She drew in a quick breath, and
lay on the bed, trembling.
Sandy stood there in silence looking down at the girl, watching her
wait. It pleased Sandy for the girl to wait for her. She’d been
waiting for 40 minutes now, while Sandy had made her tour of the unit,
checking on the new arrivals, especially Lisa.
The girl on the bed waited, her hips moving from side to side slightly.
"Open your legs," Sandy said. The girl complied with a soft sigh.
Sandy leaned down, putting her face right above the girl’s cunt, and
inhaled. A strong wave of jizz smell rose up from between her legs,
and drops of come leaked from the crack.
Sandy feasted her eyes on the sight of the girl’s dripping snatch.
"Well, Casey, I saw your new roommate."
Casey moaned softly. She tried to push her crotch upward, toward
Sandy’s face, but with a quick push on Casey’s belly, Sandy forced her
back down.
"Uhhhnn," Casey whimpered.
"I went over there to say hello. And I heard this sound from inside."
Sandy leaned down and brushed her lips ever so lightly across Casey’s
mound of wispy blond hair.
"Ooohhhh," Casey groaned.
"Yeah, like that," Sandy said. "That’s what I heard."
She lowered her mouth to the blond cunt again. "Ooooooo," Casey sighed.
"Yep, that’s it. I heard this girl sounding like a bitch in heat. So I
go around to the window and what do I find. There she is, whacking
off."
Sandy straightened up and put her fingers in her own mouth for a minute.
"What was she doing?" Casey asked.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Sandy brought the fingers out and
poised them above Casey’s slice. She could feel the heat rising from
there. Casey couldn’t see her and didn’t know what to expect. Sandy
wanted to surprise her.
Gently Sandy touched her wet fingers to Casey’s wet labia. It was so
soft, so exquisite.
"Eee, ooh, ohh," gasped Casey.
"What do you think she was doing?" Sandy taunted. "Tell me." She
dragged her two fingers over the soaking wet cuntlips, moving the
skin, pulling it apart where it had been stick together with jizz.
"Oh fuck," Casey groaned. "God, you’re teasing me."
"Just tell me what that girl was doing," Casey said, opening the cunt
more and more until the hole was revealed. A pink slit that moved on
its own slightly.
"Oh.... touching herself."
"Touching what?" Sandy asked.
"Touching her cunt. Doing it. Masturbating."
"That’s right. Tell me more," Sandy suggested, touching the narrow
entrance lightly, and bringing wetness from the surrounding lips to
fill the depression.
"She was touching herself with her fingers. And you... you were
watching her. Ohhh!" Casey cried out as Sandy suddenly slipped a
finger into her lover’s vagina.
"That’s right."
"You were watching her diddle herself. And she came while you watched."
"Umm hmm," Sandy nodded, closing her eyes for a minute. Imagining the
scene, the way Lisa looked standing in her cabin with her fingers up
her cunt, made her own snatch start creaming. The way that girl had
looked, so young and untouched, but doing it hard to herself.
Sandy drove another finger into Casey’s cunt. "Oooaaahhhh!" Casey shouted.
"Shh," Sandy said. "Keep it down. Just tell me about that other little bitch."
"Fuck, you’re the one who saw her," Casey argued. "God, Sandy. Oh,
God, what are you doing to me. That’s so good."
Sandy took the fingers out of Casey’s twat for a minute and put them
into her mouth. She sucked on them, tasting Casey’s rich cunt juices.
The taste made her quake inside.
"Oh God, touch me," Casey cried. "What are you doing? I can’t see."
Sandy put her hand back between Casey’s legs and this time pushed
three fingers into the narrow slot. Casey let out a low wail.
"Just shut up and take it," Sandy ordered. "I’ll tell you, since you
seem so distracted." She pushed her fingers in and out of Casey’s
cunt, which stretched and sucked and conformed itself to the fingers
that were fucking it.
Casey’s head was rolling form side to side. She was pushing up on
Sandy’s hand. "Uuhhhhhghh! Ugghhhh!" she moaned.
"I saw her standing in the middle of the room," Sandy said, her own
hips rocking from side to side on the bed. "She was pushing her
fingers in and out, in and out of her own cunt. She didn’t know I was
watching. You know what she was looking at? Her own reflection. She
was beating off to herself in the mirror."
"Ooohhhhhhhhh," Casey cried. Her orgasm was building.
"You know what she has? A lot of black cunt hair. Long. And dripping
with her own come."
"Unnnh! Unnnh! Unnnh!" Casey grunted, pumping back on Sandy’s hand.
Sandy pulled the fingers out and then forced the fourth finger up Casey’s cunt.
"Oowwwwhhhh! Oh God! Oh God!" Casey yelled. "Fuck!" She rolled around
on the bed, stuck on Sandy’s hand like an animal in a trap.
"And then she started coming," Sandy continued, her own orgasm
mounting. She could feel it building up like a volcano between her
legs, in her stomach, at the end of her nipples. She put her free hand
on her breast and squeezed it. "Ohhh. She was coming on her own hand.
And I was watching. And she was watching. She looked at herself."
"Oooohhhhhh! Ooohhhhh!" Casey groaned. "Ugghhhh! I can’t stand it.
Fuck, I’m coming. Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m coming right nooowwwww."
She bucked on the bed in every direction.
"And she moved all over. She was standing and she could hardly keep
her balance. She was holding on to the bed and coming on her fingers."
Sandy was breathing heavily. She squeezed her own nipple until it
hurt. She could easily bring herself off if she touched her cunt, but
somehow it was impossible to get away from the other two cunts in her
mind -- Lisa and Casey.
"You, you, you, you fucking bitch," Casey cried. "Fuck my cunt, you
shit. Oh fucking God."
"And then I walked in," Sandy said hurriedly. She was getting close.
She moved her hand to the other nipple and gasped as her fingers
closed around it.
"Fuck, fuck," Casey hissed. "Oh, Jesus, kill me."
"I walked in and she screamed and I went up and kissed her " Sandy
said, and then her cunt exploded. Waves of pleasure knocked her out of
control. She drove her fist hard into Casey’s cunt. The other girl
screamed.
"Oooohhhhhhhaaah!" Sandy shouted. "That girl, I kissed her, ohhhhh."
She rocked her hand hard into Casey.
"No!" Casey cried, grabbing Sandy’s wrist and pulling it even closer.
"Oh, oh, oh...."
"I kissed her fucking mouth," Sandy groaned. She threw her head back
and felt every part of her body turn to pleasure. The sore nipples she
was squeezing, the cunt that was grinding into the bed, the hand that
was lost up Casey’s cunt, every part sizzled with hot flashing orgasm.
Casey screamed again, and shot flowed all over Sandy’s hand. A torrent
of sounds escaped from the blond girl’s mouth. "No, no, oh, ah, aw
Gooood," she sang. "Fuck, you’re fucking me."
"Oh bitch," Sandy said, talking to Lisa in her mind. Her head flopped
from side to side, the red hair splashing across her shoulders.
Splinters of pleasure shot out of her cunt. She could feel her come
soaking her pants all the way through to her shorts.
"Oh no," Casey sighed as Sandy’s hand slowed and relaxed. "Oh God."
"Eeeehhhhhh," Sandy whimpered, squeezing the last of her orgasm out.
Sandy opened her eyes and stared in wonder at her lover. Her entire
hand had disappeared up Casey’s snatch. "God, baby, I really did fuck
you."
Sandy reached out and took off Casey’s blindfold. The younger girl
looked up with crazed eyes.
"God, Sandy."
"Did I hurt you?" Sandy asked, pulling her hand out gently, before the
cunt had a chance to close up around it.
Casey reached out and kept Sandy’s hand from escaping. Pushing her
cunt lewdly up against the hand, she hissed, "Do it like that again.
Do it like that all the time. Always fuck my cunt like that."
Sandy bent down and kissed her. It made her shiver. She could feel
herself blushing. Casey pushed back again gently on her hand.
"No no," Sandy smiled. "Enough’s enough." She gently pulled her hand
out and worked the fingers to get the stiffness out. Fistfucking was
tough work.
"That was a great fantasy," Casey smiled.
"Fantasy?" Sandy echoed, surprised. "That was no fantasy. That girl is
your cabin mate."
"Really?" Casey gasped.
"No kidding." Sandy stood up. "Now go over there and make friends.
I’ve got work to do." Planting a last kiss on Casey’s lips, she walked
out of the room.
Casey stretched, still feeling the tingling of her orgasm. Then she
dressed quickly and left the cabin and walked across to her own. Her
vagina, stretched to the breaking point, was starting to feel sore.
But she wasn’t upset about that. Sandy could do anything she wanted to
her. She belonged to Sandy.
But who was this other girl who had gotten Sandy’s attention? If there
was somebody else in the picture, Casey wanted to know about it.
She walked across the clearing and went quietly up to the cabin, half
expecting to hear the moans of a girl masturbating. But it was silent
inside.
Casey opened the door and went in. There, on the other bunk, was a
black haired girl. She seemed to be sleeping. Casey went up to her.
The black haired girl was sprawled across the bunk. A big beach towel
barely covered her. The smell of come hung heavily in the air.
Sniffing it, Casey felt her cunt twinge again. She felt the soreness
and saw again Sandy’s wrist and arm hanging out of her cunt. But
despite having been fistfucked not ten minutes before, being
confronted with this new girl -- whom Sandy obviously had plenty of
ideas about -- made her horny again.
I’ve got to get out of here, she thought. I can’t take four weeks of
this. I’ll go crazy.
But she didn’t really want to leave. She would stay if it killed her.
Sex was the most fun she’d ever had in her life. Her uptight,
religious parents had up to now severely limited any horseplay, as
they put it. Well, now she was a Pony. And the barn door was wide
open.
She went quietly over to her side of the cabin, sat down on her bunk,
and then took a book from the shelf next to her bed and dropped it
loudly on the floor.
Lisa jumped up, coming from sleep to standing in less than a second.
Clutching the towel around her, she looked wildly at the door. Then
she saw Casey at the other end of the cabin and jumped again.
"Hi," Casey said. "Sorry about the noise. Did I wake you?"
Lisa gasped. The other girl was blond and had perfect features, like a
cheerleader. Her tits jutted out like cannons. Her blue eyes glowed in
the dimness of the cabin like a cat’s. She was just the kind of girl
who had always been so popular at camp and at school. What was she
doing here?
"I’m Casey," the blond girl said. "I’m your roommate."
Lisa sat down heavily on her bed. She shook her head. "I must be
dreaming," she said.
"No, I think I’m the one who’s dreaming," Casey said. She came over to
Lisa. "What’s your name?"
"Lisa."
"You’re really pretty," Casey said. "I think black hair’s so
gorgeous." She reached out and took Lisa’s long hair in her hands,
stroking it.
Lisa still felt a little sleepy. People kept coming into the cabin,
beautiful girls who touched her. She shut her eyes and felt Casey
stroke her hair. It felt so nice....
"Let me brush it," Casey said. "Where’s your brush?"
"In there," Lisa said sleepily, nodding at her bag. The blond girl got
the brush and began running it through Lisa’s hair. Just like her
older sister used to do before bedtime. It was wonderful. The brush
slipped through Lisa’s hair like a wet finger -- no, she didn’t want
to think about that. But it was impossible no to, with this beautiful
girl standing close to her, closer than was really necessary.
Lisa felt Casey’s strong hands on her shoulders then, and when the
brush dropped away and the hands kept touching her, rubbing her
shoulders and neck, she didn’t object.
Lisa relaxed. She realized the towel was dropping open a little, but
that didn’t matter. She felt safe, protected. And when Casey’s hand
brushed her nipple, making it stand up hard, she wasn’t scared.
Lisa turned and there was Casey’s mouth. So easy to open and take her
tongue in. Soft and hot.
The itch started up in Lisa’s cunt again. Only this time it was
different. She wasn’t alone, she wasn’t looking at herself in the
mirror.
This is what she wanted. To be touched by someone. It felt so good. So
fucking good....
Then she started. This wasn’t a dream, it was real. She was being
touched and fondled by another girl. It was wrong, everybody said so.
There were even awful words for it.
"No," Lisa said, weakly pushing Casey’s hand away from her nipple. The
hand just went to the other nipple. "Stop," Lisa pleaded. "Why are you
doing this?"
Casey lifted Lisa’s chin and filled her mouth with her tongue again.
"That’s why," Casey answered. "Do you need any more explanation than
that?" Her tongue lashed out, licking Lisa’s mouth and chin. "Your
mouth is beautiful. Kissing you turns me on. That’s reason enough."
Lisa’s heart beat fast. Someone was saying these things to her,
telling her she was beautiful. Her breathing quickened. She was
excited. Still she felt weak and sleepy. She let herself fall back on
the bed.
Casey sat down next to her and ran her hands over Lisa’s stomach and
chest. The nipples were standing up like pebbles in the air. Something
had happened to the towel....
Lisa felt drunk with pleasure. She put two fingers in her mouth and
sucked on them, the way she did when she got ready to masturbate. That
must be how you went about this.
She felt Casey’s hands all over her now, stroking her face, pinching
her nipple. The pressure on her tit shot straight to her brain.
"Aaahhhhh!" she cried out.
"Like that?" Casey whispered. She squeezed again. "Like that?"
"Oohhhh!" Lisa cried. This girl was squeezing her tits, touching her
all over. She couldn’t explain it but it was happening. Why fight it?
"Yes," she cooed. "Yes, do that."
"Ah, that’s what I thought," Casey said. "Your tits are nice."
"Touch me, yes," Lisa repeated. She looked into Casey’s blue eyes. "I
can’t stand this, it’s so good."
"Not yet it isn’t," Casey said. She lowered her face to Lisa’s chest
and, surrounding one of the nipples with her mouth, let her hot saliva
cover it. It made Lisa moan around the fingers in her mouth. Casey
began sucking, and Lisa’s moaning became louder.
"Oh no, oh no," Lisa groaned. With her free hand, Casey began playing
with Lisa’s other tit. Lisa arched her back, greedy for every
sensation. "Oh God, yes."
"What is it, yes or no?" Casey chuckled. Lisa only moaned in reply.
Casey loved doing this, seducing a girl who was obviously doing it for
the first time. She wondered for a moment why Sandy had let her have
Lisa first, but she didn’t have time to think for long.
Lisa pulled her fingers from her mouth and reached down past Casey to
her flaming cunt. She let out a howl of desire when she felt her own
sopping cunt lips. Grinding her hips into the bed, Lisa quickly
climbed toward a climax. But she had never before had so much
sensation -- someone sucking on her tits while she played with
herself. She felt she’d died and gone to heaven.
"Oh, no!" she yelled. "Do that, do that! Oh, you’re, you’re sucking
me. My tits... " The forbidden words had their effect. Her cunt
creamed as she thrust her fingers inside. it was like sticking her
hand inside an oven. "Oh, suck my tits, suck my tits."
Casey worked her mouth faster and faster, going from one breast to the
other, squeezing with her hand what she couldn’t suck. Her own orgasm
was gathering, Lisa’s excitement, her creamy virgin body, was getting
her off too.
A flame of ecstasy exploded between Lisa’s legs as she pushed her
fingers in and out of her cunt. She was close, so close. Suddenly she
felt her hand being pushed away, and then the other girl’s fingers on
her. It shocked her to the core, for no other person had ever touched
her. But when she realized what was going to happen, she instinctively
bucked her hips into the air against Casey’s hand.
"Yes! Yes, do it!" Lisa cried. "Do it to me. You, you! Put your
fingers in my cunt!"
Casey was glad to obey. She didn’t even need to lick them first,
Lisa’s cunt was so wet. Two of her fingers slid into Lisa’s cunt like
it was melting ice cream.
Lisa felt panicked, it was too good, something had to happen. She felt
she might die, but decided, this was the way to go. Desperately, she
followed her pleasure to the end. Casey forced another finger into her
alongside the others, and Lisa’s cunt spasmed around it. At the same
time, she felt the blonde’s mouth on her tits again, licking from one
to the other.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Lisa screamed. "Oh God, do it! Aaahhhhhhh your fingers!"
Creaming her pants, Casey approached her own orgasm. The rhythm was
doing it, the rhythm of her hand in Lisa’s fresh little cunt, and
Lisa’s moans of pleasure. "Ah, ah, ah," Casey grunted.
Lisa was thinking only of herself; her world had shrunk to the fire
burning between her legs and at the tips of her breasts. "Oh pretty,
yes," Lisa shouted. "Yes, yes! Oh, I’m coooomminggg." And she shook
with the force of the explosion inside her. Her cunt juices streamed
down on Casey’s hand as it pumped in and out of her hole. It was too
much sensation for her to take and she knew she was going to die.
Casey knew better, but she wasn’t thinking of anything right now, only
their pleasure. She saw the black haired girl struggling under her
hand; it made her push her fingers even harder, to see Lisa squirm.
"Oh nooo!" Lisa screamed. "Oh God!" Her head whipped back and forth.
"Uunnhhh," Casey groaned. "Oh now I’m gonna do it." Her orgasm
overflowed, and she felt everything inside her turn to liquid. "Oh now
oh now oh now," she murmured. "Oh sweet, oh fucking good."
Her orgasm fading, Lisa opened her eyes and watched Casey. It was the
first time she’d ever seen anybody else come, and it was amazing.
Casey’s big tits bounced up and down, her eyes squeezed shut, and then
she threw back her head and wailed. "Aaaoooooohhhhhhh!"
Lisa reached out her arms and caught the other girl as she collapsed.
Casey laid her head on Lisa’s breast and let out a terrific sigh. Lisa
held her tightly and stroked her blond hair.
"I’ve never felt like this before," Lisa whispered. "I thought I was
gonna die."
"You didn’t die, you just came," Casey said. "But it’s similar."
"Casey, I love you," Lisa said, wonderingly.
"No you don’t," Casey replied. She kissed her cabin mate. "But it’s similar."
Chapter 3
"Oh God, look at the time," Lisa exclaimed, glimpsing her watch.
"We’re supposed to be up at the dining hall for opening ceremonies!"
The two lesbians jumped out of Lisa’s bunk and got ready to go. Casey
still had her clothes on, and she stood and watched with pleasure as
Lisa pulled on her T shirt and shorts, her soft brown ass disappearing
under the clothing. Casey went up to Lisa before she had a chance to
snap up the shorts and pushed her hand down the front, cupping her
cunt.
"I touched you down there," Casey said. "Don’t forget it."
Lisa’s vagina still ached with the memory of Casey’s fingers, and her
hand now cupping her genitals threatened to start another fire down
there. Lisa stroked Casey’s hand and wrist. "I won’t," she promised.
"I’ll never forget it."
Casey laughed and said, "Button your pants up. There’s a lot more
where that came from."
The two girls hurried out of their cabin and up the road toward the
dining hall, where they could see all the girls in the camp gathered
on the hillside in back. "Oh no," Lisa said, "we’re late! We’re going
to get in trouble!"
"I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you," Casey said, but she too
looked troubled. "You’re not the one who’s responsible."
Before she had a chance to ask Casey what she meant, they drew close
to the gathering and had to quiet down. There were still a few campers
wandering up, and Lisa and Casey were able to take their places
unnoticed.
As Uncle Ron, the camp director, began his welcoming remarks, Lisa
looked around at the group gathered on the hillside. She recognized
many of the girls from years past, and nodded to them. But somehow she
felt none of the excitement she had expected.
Just a few hours before, she had been looking forward to seeing all
her summer buddies. But that urge had now been replaced by a new
excitement. Lisa stole a glance at Casey, the cheerleader who was so
perfectly shaped, and blushed. If the other girls knew what she and
Casey had been doing just a few minutes ago!
Casey didn’t look around at Lisa. In fact, she seemed to have
forgotten all about her. She was looking down to the side. Lisa
followed her gaze. There, next to the wooden stage where Uncle Ron was
spouting forth all his crap about being good little Indians this
summer, stood Sandy.
Lisa felt an erotic shock when she saw that the red headed Amazon was
looking straight at her. She blushed even deeper and tried to tear her
gaze away, but she couldn’t. Sandy was holding her eyes just like
she’d held her wrist before they’d kissed -- she couldn’t break away.
As Lisa stared back, she saw Sandy’s eyes go from her to Casey and
back again, and then a smile grew slowly on Sandy’s voluptuous lips.
Lisa’s heart was beating loudly. What could that creature be thinking
of, looking at her like that? Was she remembering the wet, passionate
kiss she’d given Lisa, or the view she’d gotten of her naked body? Was
she remembering how Lisa had masturbated so shamelessly in front of
the mirror before she’d interrupted?
With a gasp of horror, Lisa realized that she was creaming in her
pants. She could smell it. Probably everyone else could, too. She
looked in embarrassment at Casey, and saw that the blond had a glassy
look. As Lisa watched, Casey licked her lips and shuddered.
Casey was turned on too. God, what a place she’d come to! She didn’t
know whether to jump up and run down the road as fast as she could,
never to return -- or stay, and... do whatever Sandy wanted.
That was what was happening. Sandy was hypnotizing them, putting them
under her power. It was scary. Not only that, it was cruel. How could
she do that to another person?
But as she looked back at Sandy again and met her green eyes, she lost
her fear. Sandy was so big and strong. Rather than terror, she
inspired devotion and trust. Lisa knew she didn’t want to run away.
She wanted to stay and see how all this worked out, especially since
she had the feeling she was going to be one of the star performers.
Then Uncle Ron introduced Sandy as the Head Counselor. Lisa looked on
in amazement as the tall girl bounded up on the stage. Head counselor!
No wonder she acted so confident. She was the most important girl in
the camp.
Sandy stood on the stage, her hands on her hips, as the applause for
her died down. When it was silent, Lisa expected her to speak, but she
didn’t. The silence continued, Sandy casting her wicked smile across
the rows of girls.
Lisa gulped. A throb started in her clit. To think that her mouth had
been covered by that one! Even if she’d never seen her before, she
would have gotten a complete crush on Sandy at that moment, as Sandy
stared down the whole camp. She was so beautiful, so powerful.
"Oh, God," Casey muttered. Lisa looked at her. The blond girl had her
eyes shut, and she was licking her dry lips again. Then Sandy spoke.
"I want everyone to know," Sandy suddenly boomed out in the silence,
"that we’re here to have fun."
That seemed reasonable. Every girl in the camp applauded cheerfully.
When it was silent again, Sandy said, "Your counselors are here to
help you," she said. "If you obey the rules, they’ll have fun with
you."
Sandy looked right at Casey, who gasped. "But if you break the rules,
the counselors will help you obey them." A tiny whimper, so quiet only
Lisa heard it, rose from Casey’s throat.
Another long silence ensued. No one knew what to do next. Lisa felt
her heartbeat down in her sticky cunt. The tension was so strong, Lisa
wanted to scream.
Then Casey started clapping. At first she was the only one, and
everyone stared at her. But then Lisa clapped too, and everyone else
joined in. The whole camp applauded obediently as Sandy stood on the
stage, her arms folded and her head thrown back, the sound washing
over her.
Uncle Ron jumped back on the stage. Next to Sandy, he looked
two dimensional. "Well, yes," he shouted, joining in the applause.
"Fun and rules! I couldn’t have said it better myself!" Ignoring him
completely, Sandy turned and left the stage, the applause following
her.
After the meeting, Lisa and Casey stood among the other girls in Unit
One, saying hello. Lisa was glad to see Billie, who was just one year
younger and who had always been her best friend at camp, but she had
to force her enthusiasm.
"I’m so mad they didn’t let us bunk together like last summer," Billie
complained.
"Oh, you know, it’s because the Ponies have to be together," Lisa
explained weakly.
Billie was a pretty, slender girl, and she still had a baby face.
Thick lips pouted as she looked jealously at Casey. "Yeah, I guess
so," she said sadly. "Maybe next year."
"Oh, we’ll see a lot of each other," Lisa said, feeling terrible. But
before she could go on, she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder and a
familiar voice in her ear.
"Well," purred Sandy, "I hope you’re all settling in okay." She looked
around the circle of girls, who shyly replied, "Yes, uh huh, sure."
Sandy tightened her hand on Lisa’s shoulder. "I know Lisa really knows
her way around, and she’s going to help me a lot in Unit One, aren’t
you, Lisa?" Sandy turned and looked into Lisa’s eyes.
"I’ll do everything you want," she found herself saying. "I mean, I’ll
do everything I can."
"I’m sure you will." Sandy turned to Casey. "And so will Casey, won’t
you? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Casey went white as she followed Sandy away through the crowd. Lisa
watched her go with mixed feelings. It seemed Sandy was mad at her for
something, and she had looked awfully uncomfortable. On the other
hand, something about Sandy made Lisa want to be next to her all the
time -- even when she seemed mad.
The group broke up as the girls began the evening’s activities. Lisa
was in charge of pine cone gathering, and she finally found relief
from the erotic tension as she led some of the girls from Unit One
through the woods. She was able to forget about Sandy’s eyes and the
way Casey’s fingers had felt inside her. She even got a chance to chat
a little with Billie.
But soon darkness fell and all the girls were inside their cabins.
After making sure everyone was safely tucked away, Lisa went to her
own bunk.
Casey was already in bed. When Lisa came in, she stirred, turned over.
"Lisa," she called softly.
Lisa kicked her sneakers off. "Yeah?" She took her flashlight and went
over to Casey. Sitting down on the edge of her bunk, Casey put the
flashlight on the floor. In the dim light, she could hardly see her
cabin mate, but she could tell what Casey was doing as she opened her
sleeping bag and exposed herself. "Lisa," Casey whispered again.
"God, Casey," Lisa whispered back. She felt Casey’s hands take her
hands, pulling her down. She lost her balance and landed on top of
Casey. Casey’s big tits made wonderful pillows for her head.
"Oh, yes," Casey said. "Put your head there. It feels nice."
"Listen, Casey," Lisa protested, trying to sit up, "I don’t know if we
should do this." At the same time, the feeling of Casey’s breasts
against her cheek thrilled her. Those beautiful tits, so perfect.
She’d give anything to have tits like that. And Casey was offering
them to her.
She struggled. This was crazy, it was insane. What was she doing with
her head against the chest of another teenage girl, no matter how
beautiful she was, no matter how much she turned her on?
No! Those thoughts were wrong! Then why was her mouth opening readily
to accept Casey’s nipple, why did Casey’s deep breathing make her own
heart start beating faster? Could it be that she wanted Casey too?
Could it be that she was really one of those girls -- a lesbian?
She felt Casey move her crotch against her. She felt Casey’s hands on
her shorts. "Take these off," the other girl breathed. "I want to feel
you against me."
"Yes," Lisa gasped, feeling herself blush invisibly. No one could see
them in this darkness. What did it matter what they did? She felt
Casey’s hands peeling off her shorts, and she was helping. Then her
T shirt came off too, and the two teenagers were naked against each
other.
Lisa had never felt so thrilled. The touch of another person’s skin
was shocking, knowing how beautiful the other girl was only made it
more thrilling. The idea that she was with this knockout of a girl,
that the girl was pressing her soft, smooth body against hers -- it
made her head spin.
Then Casey pulled Lisa’s head down again and fit her nipple into
Lisa’s mouth. "Suck it, please," breathed the blond. "Suck my tits. Oh
God, I was waiting for you," Casey moaned as Lisa ran her tongue
around and around her big, hard nipple. "I was waiting naked for you
in my bed. I could hear you going from cabin to cabin saying
goodnight, and I knew you were coming here, and I wanted you next to
me so bad!"
The girl’s words made Lisa’s brain turn to mush. No longer did she
think of right or wrong. She was feverish with sensation, Lisa’s voice
in her ears, her bullet like nipples in her mouth, and her hands
running up and down her long, slender body.
Lisa felt as if she was being taken on a fast, dizzy ride through the
dark. Her breathing grew faster and a moan escaped her lips as she
realized that it was a girl’s vagina pushing up against her own,
mushing together like two slices of hot buttered bread.
"Oh, baby, suck my tits. Oh, I can feel the heat in your cunt!" Casey said.
"Ooohhhh," Lisa murmured, a wave of lust hitting her. The nipple felt
like the pit of a plum in her mouth, hard and sweet. She swirled her
tongue against the plum pit and heard Casey moan. She sucked the whole
thing into her mouth and felt Casey move her crotch against her. Lisa
began to enjoy the pleasure she was giving Casey, the way Casey needed
her mouth and her body -- this fantastic looking girl, the kind who
ordinarily wouldn’t give her the time of day. Obviously Casey’s needs
outweighed her social reservations. Lisa sucked and sucked, her tongue
sloshing against the nipple, which grew and expanded in her mouth.
"Oh yes," Casey hissed, arching her back. "Oh God, what you’re doing
to my tits. It’s so good. Lick my beautiful tits, baby."
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Lisa thought, but I like it.
"Oh, yeah," Casey cooed. "Oh, suck my nipples. You’re doing me so
good. It makes me want you, Lisa. Can you handle that? It makes me
want you."
"I can handle that," Lisa whispered, twiddling both of Casey’s nipples
with her fingers. "Your body’s so beautiful. I’d have to be crazy not
to want to touch it."
"Ooohhh," Casey sighed as Lisa squeezed her tits.
"And I like hearing you do that too," Lisa smiled, squeezing again.
"Ooohhh yes!" Casey said. "You’re driving me crazy." She was humping
her crotch against Lisa’s pubic bone. "It makes me want to get fucked.
It makes me want you the way I did you today. Do it to me, baby. Touch
me. Touch my cunt. Touch me the way you touch yourself," Casey
pleaded.
Her voice made Lisa feel dizzy. A girl pleading with her to do
something so dirty. And how did she know what Lisa did to herself in
the privacy of her own room... unless... Sandy had told her.
Lisa gasped. The idea that Sandy might have told Casey about finding
her masturbating cast a wave of shame over her. How could anyone
reveal such an intimate secret?
Then she remembered the way Casey had gasped and licked her lips when
Sandy had looked at her, and the way she looked when Sandy led her off
alone after the meeting. Casey must have something to do with Sandy,
Lisa realized. Maybe Sandy does things with Casey, too. Maybe that’s
how Casey got to like this so much. No wonder Sandy told her about
finding me like that. No wonder she wants me now.
The knowledge that Casey knew how bad and dirty she was made Lisa
blush in the darkness. But the thought had another effect, too. Lisa
felt a smoldering blaze start deep inside her. The heat spread through
her abdomen and seemed to flow into the air out her cunt. She kneaded
Casey’s tits with her hands and heard the perfect blonde whimper with
pleasure. For the first time, Lisa thrust her own cunt up against
Casey.
"Oh yes!" Casey cried. "Push your cunt against me, please! I want to
get fucked like that so bad. Push your cunt up against me, mix your
juices with me, do it and I’ll come."
Lisa began a slow fucking motion that seemed to drive Casey insane.
The blonde stopped talking and began to groan louder and louder as
their fucking motion increased. Lisa felt their snatches slipping and
sliding against each other. It felt good, but aside from feeling
positively obscene and making her brain feel like it was going to
explode, the sensation wasn’t enough. It wasn’t like her finger. It
was like scratching an itch through heavy clothing; you could rub and
rub, but you still needed more.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Casey grunted. "Don’t stop that, fuck me,
fuck me, don’t stop. Oh fucking Jesus, it feels good."
Lisa drove her crotch against Casey’s gash harder and harder. Her
attention was riveted now on her companion’s excitement. She wanted
Casey to come. She wanted the blonde angel to cream on her cunt.
"Baby baby baby," Casey whined. "Oh baby, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna
come, just keep jamming your cunt against me. Fuck me, oh God fuck
me."
"Yes," Lisa whispered. "I want it. Come against me. My cunt’s rubbing
up against yours, I’m fucking you."
"Uuggghhhhh!" Casey groaned. "Oh yeeessss, I’m going to do it. Don’t
stop, don’t stop."
"Come on," Lisa urged. "Cream on me. I want your fucking cream on me."
"Yes, yes, yes," Casey cried, humping back insanely against Lisa.
"Here it is. Ooohhhhh... Now! Now, I’m coming..." Her head whipped
back and forth on her pillow, and her arms clutched Lisa’s, the
fingernails scratching deep trails down her arms. Casey’s blond hair
exploded on the bed, it seemed to be everywhere. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!
I’m doing it, I’m coming."
The words made the air burn around Lisa. She felt a the smoldering
flame in her vagina ignite. Her own climax suddenly loomed. She ground
her crotch against Casey now with a new urgency, wanting the pleasure
for herself.
The heightened intensity of Lisa’s movements made Casey’s orgasm even
stronger. "Oh yes!" she screamed, raising her head and looking
insanely at Lisa. "Yes, you’re really fucking me now. Ohhh Gaawwwdd
I’m creaming. I’m creaming, baby. You made me come all over your
cunt."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Lisa cried, biting her lip. Every orgasm she’d had
before came from a finger, her own, or today, Casey’s. This was the
first cunt fuck she’d ever had. It was fantastic! She felt like she
was melting into the other girl, becoming her, so beautiful.
"Nooo," Casey moaned. "Oh noooo, it’s good. God, it doesn’t stop.
Come, you bitch! Come!"
Lisa felt a searing sensation in her vagina, like it was turning
inside out. Her cunt spasmed again and again. "Oh," she said, "now I’m
doing it. I’m coming, Casey."
"Yes, baby! Do it on me. Let your cunt juice out. Give it to me. Fuck
me. Aaaahhhhhhh!"
"Oooohhh! Oh God!" Lisa cried. "Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" She felt she was
tumbling into the darkness around them. Her body shook with sensations
she never knew existed.
Casey reached out and caught Lisa as her orgasm ended and she slumped
against her. She helped Lisa lie down and held her in her arms. But
they weren’t through yet. Not by a long shot.
"Baby," Casey said to her in the darkness. "I’m going to do something
to you now that you’re really gonna like."
Lisa wasn’t saying anything, she was just thinking about the
earthquake she’s just lived through and wondering how soon she could
experience that again. She was tired and sorry because she was wanted
to fuck some more and afraid she was too tired to do it.
Then she felt Casey’s mouth on her belly, then on her hip. The other
girl kissed down, down, until she reached Lisa’s heavy black pubic
hair.
This was what lesbians did! Lisa knew about that. They licked each
other’s cunts. She shuddered with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Yes, she would do it too. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to Casey’s
exquisite body.
A crack of pleasure shot through Lisa like a whip as she felt Casey’s
lips on her labia. Her cunt, so sopping wet and mixed up from the
pushing and fucking it had just been through -- it must be sticky and
stinking with jizz. The idea that perfect Casey was putting her mouth
down there made Lisa shudder to the core. Then she felt a long, hot
tongue on her cunt.
How could anything be so warm, so long? Stabs of pleasure radiated all
over her slender body as Casey’s tongue explored her cunt. It was so
dirty to do that, even to let someone do that. But it felt so good.
"Talk to me," she heard Casey say in the dim light. "Talk to me. Tell
me how it feels."
"It feels fantastic," Lisa said. "I’ve never felt anything like this
before. I don’t even know what’s happening to me, but it feels good."
"Talk to me," Casey repeated. "Tell me."
"Oh, God, what can I say?" Lisa pleaded as she felt the other girl’s
tongue lather her cunt. It was ranging up and down the cuntlips, like
her finger, only infinitely softer, and more flexible. "You’re eating
out my vagina. You’re licking my vagina and it feels so good and I
don’t know why. I don’t know what’s happening to me, I don’t even know
if I’m still alive."
"You’re the most alive you’ve ever been, baby," Casey whispered,
making her tongue hard and straight and pushing it now between the
lips to the opening of Lisa’s gash.
"Oh no!" Lisa cried. "Can you do that?"
Casey laughed. "You don’t know what I can do." She pushed her tongue
deep inside Lisa, burying her face in her wet crotch.
Lisa gasped and unconsciously pushed back. Then she realized what
she’d done, and did it again. It felt good to push against Casey’s
face.
She didn’t know it, but Casey was touching herself now with her hand
in the darkness. "Yeah, Casey gasped, "fuck my face. Feel my tongue
inside you."
"Oh noooo," Lisa groaned, feeling herself climb again toward orgasm.
"Oh, not again. Oh, I’m going to do it again."
Casey flicked her tongue all over the inside of Lisa’s gash, and then
found the clitoris and swirled her tongue all around it.
"Oh sweet Jesus, not that!" Lisa cried. "Oh God fucking no, oh shit!"
Her hips rocked back and forth into Casey’s face, and strange images
swirled through her mind. "Oh, lick me. I don’t know what you’re
doing, but please don’t stop." She reached down and held Casey’s head
in her hands, forcing her to eat out her cunt.
Casey felt herself drawn into Lisa’s snatch. She felt she was going to
drown, or die, if she didn’t come up for air. The thought of dying
with her face in Lisa’s cunt gave her another erotic thrill and
started her own climax.
Lisa was starting to come. "Ooohhh! Ooohhh!" she cried, jamming her
cunt into the other girl’s face. "Oh baby, lick my cunt. I’m gonna
come on your face. I’m gonna do it in your mouth. Oh God yes! Now! I’m
doing it!" She began to thrash on the bed, her orgasm shaking her like
a strong wind.
Casey’s finger on her own cunt was a blur. Her tongue went back and
forth on Lisa’s clit and she could hear her partner shouting, but then
her own orgasm exploded and the world was reduced to the furnace in
her dripping cunt. She felt Lisa’s cunt moving against her face
feverishly. It was like having her face ground into delicious mud.
Lisa was in ecstasy. She shivered with pleasure from the sensations
between her legs. It was so strong, it was almost scary. Anything that
felt this good must be bad. She shook with her orgasm.
The burning sensation in Casey’s lungs felt like the fire that was
burning all over her body. She finally was able to take a breath as
Lisa started to relax. Her finger vibrated on her cunt, and she had
another spasm of pleasure as she remembered that Sandy was outside the
window watching it all.
Chapter 4
One of the things that the campers had to do was help out in the
dining hall. A few days into the camp session, it was Unit 1’s turn.
In the late afternoon, Lisa and Casey led their girls up the hill to
the dining hall in the center of the camp.
They put the girls to work setting the tables, and then went into the
kitchen to see if the cooks needed any help. "You can cut the cheese,"
someone said. The two Ponies were given a long orange block of cheese
and a strange knife to cut it with.
"I’ve never seen a knife like this before," Lisa said. "Where do you hold it?"
"It has two handles," Casey explained. "Here, you hold this end and I
hold this end. The blade’s in the middle. Now we cut the cheese
together, see?"
"I get it." The two luscious bunkmates hung onto either end of the
knife and sent it sinking through the huge block of cheese.
"This is what I’ve always wanted, to be on opposite ends of some long
hard thing with you," Casey whispered loudly.
"Casey, shut up!" Lisa hissed, even though she wasn’t quite sure what
Casey meant. She must be talking about a boy’s cock, but how could
both of them be on the end of one?
Sandy swung open the doors and into the kitchen, shattering Lisa’s
thoughts. Both of the girls stood still and watched the tall redhead
approach them, smiling her secret smile. What was that terror up to
now?
"Well, I see you’ve got a grip on each other," Sandy said.
"Um, they asked us to cut the cheese," Lisa explained, blushing.
Somehow the mere presence of Sandy made her discombobulated.
"Yeah, they did," Sandy said. "But Casey, I need to talk to you."
"Oh..." Casey said. Lisa watched as the blond began to sway slightly,
licking her lips. She’s going to take her away again, Lisa thought.
What do they do together, anyway?
"You think you can take care of it, Lisa?" Sandy asked. "You usually
don’t have any problem doing things yourself, do you?" she said, with
a glance at Lisa’s crotch.
"Sometimes I need help, though," Lisa said, and swallowed. Where had
that come from?
"Oh, I know you do. Don’t worry, I’ll give you all the help you need
when the time comes. But for now, I need to show this one a thing or
two." Sandy put her hand on Casey’s neck and pushed her toward the
kitchen’s back door. "Come along, now!" she commanded.
Lisa watched them jealously. In the last few days, she and Casey had
become insatiable lovers. Every night they shut their door and spent
hours doing strange and exciting things to each other. In those
moments of passion, Lisa felt she loved Casey as she never had loved
anyone before.
But every time Sandy came on the scene, Lisa felt her heart drop on
the floor. Something about the tall redhead was so powerful, in a way
that seemed both forbidden and enticing, something she couldn’t put
her finger on. She couldn’t describe it, but she couldn’t ignore it,
either. You couldn’t ignore Sandy when she was on the prowl any more
than you could ignore a tiger.
And now she was taking her playmate away. Lisa just knew they went off
to have sex, just as she was aware, when they were making love with
each other, that Casey was doing things to her that Sandy had taught
her -- maybe even things that Sandy had ordered her to do to Lisa.
Lisa managed to finish cutting the cheese, and then slipped away
without anyone noticing her. She went out the back door of the kitchen
and across the yard in back. There she discovered a path she’d never
seen before. Lisa entered the path and walked downhill through the
woods. Although she’d spent many summers at this camp, she’d never
really explored much. They kept the girls too busy for that.
After walking for a few minutes, Lisa saw a clearing ahead through the
trees. She slowed her step and walked as quietly as she could. As she
grew closer, she heard Sandy’s voice.
Creeping near, Lisa parted the bushes quietly and stopped dead in amazement.
Sandy and Casey were in a tiny clearing, in the center of which was
the huge trunk of a fallen tree. Casey was stretched out naked on the
log, her hands and feet tied down with ropes. Every inch of her superb
body was exposed to the warm summer air.
Sandy was standing over her, her back to Lisa. Sandy was naked too.
Her long red hair flowed down her back between her shoulder blades.
She was standing over Casey and staring at her naked body.
"Now tell me," Sandy said. "Tell me what you did with her last night."
"We went into the cabin together," Casey answered obediently. "She
went into my arms right away and we stood there kissing. I love
kissing her, and she’s gotten really good at it. She does it like
she’s in love with me."
"But she isn’t, you bitch," Sandy corrected, "so don’t get any ideas.
Just keep up your recitation."
Casey obviously didn’t have any choice, tied spread eagle on the log.
"I asked her to get on the bed. We took all our clothes off, and she
got on the bed. I told her to hang onto the bar at the top of the
bunk. Then I knelt over her and touched her pussy. It made her
excited, she started grinding her hips into the bed."
In her hiding place, Lisa heard the dark words and, remembering the
scene along with Casey, felt a drop of moisture creep along the
channels of her cunt as she became excited.
"I was touching her cunt lips and telling her how pretty she was and
how much I liked it when she moved her ass like that. I told her I
wanted to push my body against her cunt so she could feel me all over.
She started getting really hot, kind of whimpering, and going ‘Oh yes,
oh yes.’"
"Oh yes," Lisa whispered, remembering. She quickly skimmed off her
shorts and panties and squatted bare assed in the bushes. She drew her
fingers gently over her swelling cuntlips. "Oh yes," she breathed.
Casey continued, her voice becoming husky as she grew more aroused
under the hot sun of Sandy’s gaze. "I told her I loved her body and
that I was glad we were lovers. I told her I’d be her lover and come
with her when the summer was over, that I’d be her sister and live in
her room and every night we’d do it to each other."
"How sweet," Sandy drawled. "She liked that, did she?"
"Yeah ... I was touching her cunt lips and then I started sort of
tapping my fingers against it, just sort of patting her cunt, getting
a little harder and harder each time."
Lisa watched the scene open mouthed, but another part of her wasn’t
surprised. She’d known Sandy controlled Casey. But she wondered what
it had taken to get her into those ropes. Did she have to subdue the
powerfully athletic blond, or did Casey, for some reason, just submit?
Lisa saw Sandy’s hand stray over to her own pussy and move there gently.
"She was gripping the iron bar over the bed, she was moving all over,
getting really turned on. I was striking her pussy harder and harder
until I was almost slapping it. She started whining and going ‘Oh no,
oh no,’ which I know by now means she’s starting to come, so I kept it
up, by now I was really slapping her cunt, and she came and started
saying ‘Oh God no, God oh God.’ She always says God when she comes."
Sandy turned slightly and Lisa could see that she was rotating her
fingers on her clitoris, bringing herself quickly to orgasm. But she
seemed to stop before she came.
"I just kept slapping her pussy. I got really turned on watching her.
I wished you were there with me to touch me."
"I’m here now, but I’m still not touching you," Sandy said mockingly.
Casey, bound hand and foot, looked longingly at Sandy’s muscular body.
"I wish you would," she said again.
"You know what you have to do first," Sandy said.
"I know. I can do it," Casey said quickly.
"Not now! When I say," Sandy ordered. "Just keep telling me about your
little girlfriend."
"Well," Casey said in a desperate voice, "She kept hanging onto the
bar. The nights before, she’d been pretty active, but I guess she
wanted me to be the active one. So I climbed on top of her and went
down on her."
Lisa’s head swam as she relived Casey’s story. She remembered the
ultra soft sensation of the other girl’s tongue on her genitals, and
how hot Casey’s breath had been. She remembered creaming around
Casey’s mouth as her tongue sliced into her slit. Inside her now, an
orgasm shook her like an earthquake, and she struggled for control,
desperately hoping the other girls wouldn’t notice her so she could
see and hear more.
"I pushed my face between her legs. Her cunt’s covered with thick hair
and her thighs are pretty hairy too. It’s so sexy to feel that hair
all around me. And I knew she could see my cunt because I was turned
around while I was kneeling on top of her. I wasn’t close enough for
her to sixty nine me but she could see my cunt and see it was wet just
from touching her."
Sandy’s breath was coming hard now, and her hand was moving faster.
"Yes," she urged. "Tell me."
"I went deeper and deeper into her cunt, my fingernails scratched her
legs, and when she wasn’t crushing my head between her thighs, I could
hear her moaning, getting louder and louder, and then I couldn’t hear
anything, she was gripping my head and pushing her cunt up into my
face, and coming. Her cunt got so juicy I could practically drink
it... ohhhh," Casey moaned. "Sandy, I’m so crazy, please touch me or
do something, I’m burning up!" Her helpless body writhed on the tree.
"Keep talking, bitch!" Sandy shouted.
"Oh... she started coming and coming on my face, and I was getting so
turned on, I couldn’t wait to feel her mouth on me too, and then when
she finally stopped coming and creaming, oh, she let my head go, oh,
and she said to me, ‘Slap my cunt again!’"
"Uugghhh," Sandy groaned as she came. "Now, now, you bitch, do it! Do it now!"
Casey let out a long groan, and to Lisa’s astonishment, piss began to
stream out from between her legs and all over the log. It was like an
orgasm, but with pee. Lisa watched as the beautiful girl’s pee shot
out of her body and dripped down the bark of the fallen tree.
Sandy was coming. Her hand was a blur between her legs, and she let
out a long throaty groan as she sank to her knees. "Uuugghhhh! Oh
fuck! Do it, you cunt, let it out!"
Lisa’s own hand accelerated and she came in a flash, the orgasm
vibrating up from her vagina and through her torso, shaking her tits
and causing her entire body to blush from head to toe. She didn’t know
what was more exciting, Sandy’s orgasm, Casey’s piss, or her own hand.
The combination hit her like a wave and tumbled her out of control.
Casey’s piss ran all over the tree and down to the ground. Casey was
moaning and wiggling as if she were coming. The ropes that were
holding her creaked as she threw her arms out wildly and the urine
shot from her in streams.
Sandy’s red hair tossed as if it were being blown by a strong wind,
and her whole body quaked with the strength of her orgasm.
Casey finished peeing and waited on the tree. Sandy slowly got to her
feet. She reached between her legs and started pulling. Lisa blinked,
she couldn’t believe her eyes. Spreading her feet and bending her
knees slightly, Sandy pulled a long pink thing that looked like a
prick from her body. So that’s what she had been doing all this time.
The sight of the dildo was so shameful that Lisa felt like she was
going to go into shock. It was one thing to do secretly sweet things
to another girl in your bed, and even to push your fingers up each
other seemed like child’s play. But to be so... brazen... so wanton
about the desire to have a fat prick in your cunt -- Lisa’s mind spun
like a car on ice.
She watched as Casey’s body began to squirm again on the tree.
Suddenly Lisa knew what was going to happen. Sandy was going to fuck
Casey with that... thing.
"You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you?" Sandy asked.
Casey nodded, her eyes fixed on the long, hard dildo. "And I’ve never
let you have it. But today I will."
Lisa’s cunt spasmed as she saw Sandy hold the dildo over Casey’s
mouth. "Lick it," Sandy said. "Taste my come?"
The voluptuous girl’s lips stretched to take the dripping dildo into
her mouth. Her body squirmed on the tree and she tried desperately to
stimulate her horny cunt. Smothered groans floated through the air,
heating up Lisa’s ears as she continued to watch the amazing scene.
"You want it, don’t you?" Sandy asked.
"Please," Casey gasped as Sandy lifted the cock away from her mouth.
"Okay," Sandy smiled. "I hope you got it nice and wet."
"It’s already wet," Casey said.
"That’s right... it was in my cunt. Besides, your pussy’s already wet
too, isn’t it." Gripping the dildo at its base, Sandy reached down and
brushed it against Casey’s labia. The blond groaned in response.
"Tell me," Sandy said, "you’ve never been fucked by a cock, have you?"
"Nooooo," Casey said.
"And I know you’ve never been fucked with one of these." Sandy pushed
a little harder, and the head of the dildo rested between Casey’s
lips. Lisa had three fingers right in the same place. Last night,
Casey had fucked her with three fingers instead of two for the first
time. She could hardly believe the difference, and now she stared
hungrily at the dildo, which was looking less and less strange.
"No, I want it please," Casey pleaded.
"Continue your story," Sandy ordered.
"Oh, God.... Well, after I ate her, she said ‘Now fuck me.’"
"Greedy thing," Sandy said in a delighted voice. She pushed the dildo
a little deeper.
"Ughh, oh God..." Casey groaned.
"Talk!"
"I took two fingers and pushed them inside her and started fucking her
really slowly. She got into it and she was rocking against my hand..."
"Talk!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh -- then she said, ‘More, I want more,’ and I put another finger in."
Sandy slid the dildo in the rest of the way, and Casey let out a
shout. "Big, isn’t it?" Sandy said. "But you’ve got it all now. I knew
you could take it. Your cunt is so hot. Keep talking." Sandy began
sliding the dildo in and out slowly.
"I don’t know if I can... it feels so fucking good... I don’t know
what’s happening to me..." Casey strained against her ropes, not to
escape, but to use the leverage to pull herself farther onto the
fucking thing between her legs. "I was fucking her with my hand, and
she was going crazy... oh God."
Lisa could hardly watch anymore. Her own hand was pushing up inside
her own cunt, and whenever she closed her eyes she saw the scene that
Casey was describing, and whenever she opened her eyes she saw Casey
tied down to a tree and being fucked with a dildo by a red haired
Amazon. Her cunt ached to swallow the fingers that were invading it,
and she envisioned another scene, one in which it was her, not Casey,
struggling under the prick in Sandy’s hands.
"And the whole time she was holding onto the steel bar, and it was
like this, like she was the one who was tied up and I was doing it to
her, and she looked really beautiful like that, helpless and
receptive, and she was saying, ‘Yeah, fuck me...’" Casey started
rocking back and forth on the log. "Ooohhhhh," she moaned, "fuck me,
yes, fuck me. Please, Sandy, push it in me."
"Take it, baby," Sandy crooned, her arm plunging back and forth.
"Aahhh! Aahhh! Aahhh!" Lisa looked on with pleasure and amazement as
her lover twisted under the dildo. She knew well how Casey looked when
she was coming, and it was at those moments that she felt most in love
with her. As she pushed her own fingers in and out of her dripping
snatch and gazed upon the face of her lover, another orgasm welled up
inside her, so strong that tears flowed from her eyes.
"Take it, bitch," Sandy was saying, but kindly this time, not cruelly.
She was doing it for Casey’s pleasure this time, and she was watching
the beautiful girl’s face as raptly as Lisa was. "Take it, you little
hole, you slit."
"Ooooaaaaahhhh!" Casey moaned. "Oh, baby, ugh, yes!" Her naked ass
hurled itself back and forth on the tree. As Lisa watched her and
imagined the scratches on her fanny, another wave of pleasure swept
over her.
"Uhn, uhn, uhn," Casey grunted as Sandy thrust the dildo into her
again and again. "God, yes! Aahhhh!"
Lisa saw Sandy’s arm slow down and stop, but she continued to hold the
prick deep inside Casey’s cunt as she bent down and covered her mouth
with hers. As they kissed, Lisa saw Casey’s vagina spasm one more
time.
Then Sandy straightened up, and in a remarkably short time, Casey was
free of the ropes and sitting up. As they put on their clothes, Casey
half heartedly tried to straighten her hair, but it was splayed wildly
all about her head. It was almost shocking to see the perfectly formed
girl, with her perfect face, look so disheveled.
"Now," Sandy said in her commanding voice, "who do you belong to?" She
seized Casey by the hair on the back of her neck and held her head
back, her neck exposed and vulnerable.
"You," Casey said in an uneven voice.
"Come with me," Sandy said.
Lisa hit the dirt as they went past, praying they wouldn’t discover
her hiding in the bushes. She didn’t even have time to pull up her
pants, and lay there with her naked ass exposed.
Of course Sandy saw her as they walked by, but Lisa didn’t know, since
she was looking down at the ground. Sandy grinned. She hadn’t planned
for Lisa to see that scene, but since she had, at least she’d know
what was coming to her.
After they had gone out of sight, Lisa got up and followed, quickly
buttoning her pants. They turned off the path that led back to the
dining hall and took another. After walking through the trees for a
few minutes, Lisa saw that they were coming to the edge of the woods.
There was a house ahead that seemed familiar, but she’d never seen it
from the back before. Then she realized it was the house of Uncle Ron,
the camp director.
Creeping behind and stopping at the edge of the woods, Lisa watched in
surprise as Sandy marched Casey up the back steps and into the house.
What could they be doing in there?
Chapter 5
"I want to get on top of you," Lisa said to Casey that night. They
were making love, as they did every night from the time they stepped
into the cabin to the time they fell asleep.
"Mmmm," Casey responded. She held Lisa as the lithe brunette climbed
on top of her. Lisa mounted her, pressing their cunts together. "Baby,
I can’t believe how good you feel to me. I can’t believe how lucky I
am to have you as my bunkmate."
"I can’t believe this never happened to me before now," Lisa replied.
"I’ve been coming to this camp for years, and I’ve been hanging out
with girls my whole life, but it never occurred to me to get sexual
with someone."
"Ohhh, there it is," Casey whispered as she felt their vaginas mash
together. "It’s so nice to feel this," she said. Lisa bent down and
thrust her tongue into Casey’s mouth, making the blonde moan and push
her crotch up against the other.
She felt Lisa’s tongue on her nipples and between her breasts. Getting
closer and closer to licking her, building the excitement, now down to
her belly and around her hip bone. In her mind, Casey pictured Lisa’s
face, how innocent it looked, and the realization that that face was
now between her legs turned her on even more.
Then she felt Lisa’s hot breath on her drooling cunt lips, then her
hot tongue. All the wetness between her legs made her remember pissing
on the tree that day, and the memory caused Casey to groan out loud.
The humiliation! But it had also been the most exciting thing she’d
ever done.
Hearing Casey’s moans, Lisa drove her tongue deep into her lover’s
hole, causing her to push back. The perfect blonde’s body was
responding to her tongue. It gave her a sense of power to touch Casey
and have her respond like that. She was coming to understand why Sandy
liked to control Casey like that. It was wonderful to have someone in
her power, to cause them to grow weak and humble, begging for your
touch, singing with pleasure when you gave it.
Lisa swirled her tongue in Casey’s box, causing her to squirm. She
drew back her tongue and then sent it ramming back between the cunt
walls, drawing a grunt from the other girl.
Casey felt Lisa’s tongue down there. So small and soft. Not like the
huge prick that had been in her cunt earlier that day, that she was a
little sore from. But enough like it that she drifted into a fantasy
of getting fucked by a prick as Lisa drove her long tongue in and out
of her cunt.
Then Lisa started sucking on Casey’s clitoris. It was a totally
different sensation, but one she loved just as much. It made her
cringe with pleasure. She could get off on this. The feeling of Lisa’s
lips on her clit, and feeling of Lisa’s hair brushing her thighs, the
thoughts of what had happened to her that day, all brought her higher
and higher.
Sandy had brought her, still drunk with pleasure, into Uncle Ron’s
house. They went into a bedroom, and Casey almost fainted when she saw
Ron sitting up naked in his bed, stroking a long, fat prick. She
wanted to get away but she couldn’t because she was still in Sandy’s
power. Sandy had stood behind Casey and taken her clothes off. "Submit
to me," Sandy had said, "Do what I want, slit," and she’d been
powerless to stop her. She loved to hear Sandy’s voice call her filthy
names, she knew it was wrong but she couldn’t even think while it was
going on. It was like a drug to the luscious blonde.
Now as Lisa sucked her clit, she could feel her fingers creeping
between her legs and toward her cunt. She said, "Oh no, no, don’t
touch me, don’t, please let me go." Lisa didn’t know that Casey was
reliving the erotic scene in Ron’s bedroom as, naked now, she had
stood in front of the camp director and opened her legs in obedience
to Sandy’s voice, as the man masturbated. Sandy had stood behind her
and forced her legs open, spreading the cunt lips with her fingers,
saying, "Look at her. Her cunt’s wet and she’s ready to be fucked.
Imagine putting your cock inside there."
"No, no, not that," Casey moaned as Lisa pushed two fingers deep into
Casey’s twat. Her cunt spasmed and clenched the fingers. "Not inside
me, not that!"
"You can have her," Sandy said. "You can have her like this, or..."
She made Casey turn around and bend over, presenting her dripping cunt
to Ron from behind. "You can have her like this."
She made Casey turn around again and whispered, "Look him in the eyes
and lick your lips. Don’t act like you want him -- really want him. I
order you to desire him. And tell him so."
"I want it," Casey had whispered. "Please, give it to me." And now
with Lisa she repeated the words. Suddenly she shouted, "God, I want
it!" Lisa took out her fingers and then pushed all four inside her
lover.
"Aaaaahhhhhggggh!" Casey screamed. "Please, please." She no longer
knew where she was, she was just lost inside her orgasm. She couldn’t
remember when it started and it seemed like it would never end.
"Please do it, please do it! Fuck me. Fuck meeeee," she whined.
Lisa drove her hand in and out of Casey’s cunt. She’d never seen Casey
this excited before -- except that afternoon when she’d been getting
fucked by the dildo. That must be what it feels like, Lisa thought.
Four fingers up inside you. She thrust again and again, continuing to
suck on her lover’s clit, as Casey thrashed on the bed, crazy with
lust.
Finally the orgasm ended when Casey broke down in tears. Lisa,
surprised as ever, came up from between Casey’s legs and took the girl
in her arms. The blonde buried her face in Lisa’s shoulder.
When Casey looked up, she said, "God, Lisa, I didn’t know where the
hell I was or what was happening to me. I was scared I’d never stop
coming and that I’d go crazy. I had to start crying or I think I would
have."
"I’ve never seen you so turned on," Lisa lied. How could she tell
Casey about spying on her and Sandy?
"There’s something else that scares me," Casey confessed. "Sandy."
Lisa’s heart pounded when she heard the name. "Sandy? Are you scared of her?"
"No, not of her -- but …" Casey sighed deeply. "The thing is, Sandy
has -- made me her slave. I’ll do anything for her."
"Are you having sex with her?" Lisa asked.
"Yes! I didn’t want you to know, because I was afraid you’d be hurt,
but you’re bound to find out some time."
"I’m not really hurt," Lisa said. "I told you, Sandy kissed me once.
Whenever she’s around, I get weak in the knees. I’d love for her to do
it to me."
"She has that effect," Casey said. "Listen, you know how she came and
got me today? I’ll tell you what happened."
"You don’t have to," Lisa said, but her hand was already sneaking
between Casey’s legs. As soon as she touched Casey’s cunt hair, she
felt Casey’s hand on her own vagina.
"She took me to this place in the woods..." Casey began, and as she
told how Sandy had tied her to the tree and masturbated while she
talked about her nights with Lisa, the two of them fingered each other
to orgasm. But Casey left out the part about pissing. That part was
just too shameful.
"Oh God," Casey moaned, as Lisa’s fingers drummed on her clitoris. "I
had to tell her, Lisa. I had to tell her what I do with you. I didn’t
want to."
Lisa didn’t mind. She smiled mischievously. "What did you tell her?"
she asked. "Now tell me."
"Ohhhh... I told her how you go down on me. How good it feels to have
your tongue on my cunt. I told her I loved your body. I told her
everything."
"It’s okay!" Lisa laughed. "You can do that with Sandy. We both belong to her."
"Yeesss!" Casey said, her hand moving furiously. "Oh God -- I belong
to her! I love her." She contracted into a new orgasm, writhing on the
bed. "I belong to her. I belong to her."
Slowly Casey came out of the orgasm. "You know what I want?" she
asked. "I want something in my cunt."
"I’ll do it," Lisa offered, moving her hand between Casey’s legs.
"No, something else. I’ve got an idea. Get your clothes on."
They got out of bed and dressed. "What are we doing?" Lisa asked, mystified.
"To the kitchen." They crept out of their cabin and up the road to the
dining hall. It was now late at night. No one was around. All the
girls in the camp were sleeping peacefully -- or doing to each other
things they thought they alone did.
Casey and Lisa walked up the road to the dining hall and entered
through the back door. Going over to a huge drawer, Casey fished
around in it for awhile and pulled out the huge double handed knife
they’d been cutting cheese with that day.
"This is what I want," she said, holding it up. "And I want you on the
other end of it."
The girls hurriedly tore off their pants. Casey reached under the
counter and brought out a can of Crisco. "Put this on the end and
it’ll go in easy." They climbed up on the huge wooden table in the
center of the kitchen. Casey showed Lisa how to lie down, so that
their heads were pointed in opposite directions with their legs over
one another. Each of them held a handle of the knife, with the sharp
foot long blade in-between. "Now you can really fuck me," Casey said.
"We’ll both fuck the handles at once. We’ll feel each other’s
motions."
Lisa felt weak. "Oh, Casey, that’s it. That’s what I want."
They positioned themselves on the table with the knife between them.
Lying on their backs, each girl struggled to insert a handle in her
vagina. They inched closer to each other until the knife was poised
before their vaginal openings. Then closer still. The handles began to
disappear.
"Oh, yes," Casey said. "Put your thing in me."
"It’s going in!" Lisa exclaimed. "It’s going in me. And I can feel you
moving on the other end." Flashes of pleasure swept through her body.
She felt the hard wooden handle push its way into her body, not
accommodating itself like a finger or a prick would, but hard and
unyielding. "Oh God, it’s big," Lisa groaned.
"I can feel you!" Casey said. "I can feel your prick in me. Fuck me,
Lisa. Fuck into me with your prick."
The two girls squirmed on the table, the huge knife between them. Lisa
felt it driving into her cunt, rubbing on a most pleasurable spot. She
felt so excited, so nasty, to be doing this in the middle of the table
in the camp kitchen.
The girls’ movements drove their pleasure higher and higher. "Oh, yes,
baby," Casey said. "It’s just like you’re fucking me. You’re fucking
me."
Lisa’s eyes were rolling. She could control some of the movements, but
then the thing would shift in an unexpected direction. She sat up a
little and looked at the amazing sight of both their cunts impaled on
the same shaft.
Casey was approaching an orgasm. Suddenly, behind Casey, Sandy walked
into the room just as Casey started to climax. "Oh, oh, oh," Casey
yelled, unaware of being watched. Lisa had frozen in place, barely
able to keep the knife between her and Casey as the blond girl moaned
and shook in her orgasm.
Lisa, impaled on the knife’s other end, stared with embarrassment and
excitement at Sandy. Unbelievable to get caught like this, where Sandy
could see her fucking her brains out. But she was also very glad that
Sandy was finally with them.
Chapter 6
"Well, this is perfect," Sandy drawled.
Casey jumped, startled. "Oh, God," she exclaimed. She looked like
she’d like to crawl away and hide, but she was stuck to the knife that
led to her girlfriend’s pussy.
"Don’t move, don’t move," Sandy said, patting her shoulder. "I like this."
Casey looked up at her. "I wanted her really bad, Sandy," she said.
"I know." Sandy walked around the table. "I want her bad, too."
Sandy bent over Lisa and lowered her mouth. Sandy’s voluptuous lips
dragged across hers, Sandy’s tongue flittered between her teeth. An
new hit of lust went straight to Lisa’s brain, then to her body. She
squirmed on the knife handle, embarrassed to be turned on by a new
arrival when her lover was still on the other end.
Casey watched them kiss and felt herself burning. She’d tried to
ignore her suspicion that, by following Sandy’s orders to seduce Lisa,
she was just getting her ready for the redhead.
She’d tried to believe that Lisa could somehow be hers alone. But now
there was no denying that she’d done just what Sandy had wanted:
delivered Lisa, hot and bothered, directly to Sandy’s arms.
Sandy pushed her tongue deeper into Lisa’s hot mouth, making the
black haired girl moan quietly. She pulled away for a moment. "I’ve
been waiting for you, Lisa. Ever since that first day when I saw you
diddling yourself."
Lisa’s eyes grew wide and she moaned, "Oh, no!"
"Yes, I saw you. I walked up to the cabin to see what kind of bunkie
Casey had, and let me tell you, I was pleasantly surprised. I saw you
there," she went on, and Lisa began to writhe on the knife, "standing
and looking at your pretty body, and fingering your cunt, and
breathing really fast. And of course as a counselor I just couldn’t
let that behavior continue."
"Ohhh," Lisa moaned. "You walked in on me."
"Well, I knocked first. It’s tonight that I walked in on you. Of
course, tonight things are a little farther along, I see."
Sandy looked over at Casey. "Hello, doll," she said. "You did exactly
what I wanted you to do. You lit a real fire under this girl. So I’m
going to give you a reward."
She reached down between Casey’s legs and gently drew the knife handle
out of her cunt. Of course, this involved shoving it deeper into
Lisa’s, and the black haired camp counselor whimpered as she felt the
hard wood penetrating her deeper.
Now freed from the shaft that had been in her pussy, Casey waited on
the table, Sandy standing next to her. Casey was completely ready for
anything Sandy proposed.
She sighed when Sandy simply reached down and stroked her head.
"Usually when I do you," Sandy said, "what position are you in?"
Casey closed her eyes and remembered the time on the bed a couple of
days before, the time on the tree earlier that day. "On my back, tied
up," she answered.
"Do I ever let you touch me?" Sandy asked.
"No, hardly ever. Usually it’s you touching me. Diddling me, fucking
me with your hand, hitting me. And I love it," she added quickly. She
didn’t want Sandy to think otherwise.
"Of course you do," Sandy purred. "And while you’re tied up, you can’t
touch me, though."
Casey understood. "No, I can’t touch you ever. I want to so bad. I
want to run my hands all over you. And I never get to."
"Well, as your reward, now you do," Sandy said.
"Oh, Sandy, really?" Casey squealed, raising herself on her elbows.
"That’s right. You get to do just about anything you want to me."
"Oh, Sandy, that’s so wonderful!" The blond girl turned and put her
arms around Sandy’s waist and buried her face in the head counselor’s
belly.
"The only thing is," Sandy smiled, "Lisa gets to watch."
Lisa had waited patiently on the other end of the knife. Her fingers
were still poised near her tits, where she had been touching herself
when Sandy walked in. The knife handle had been poking into her cunt,
but now with nothing to hold it in, it had been slowly easing out, and
as she heard her name, her pussy squeezed a little bit and the knife
fell the rest of the way out with a clatter.
She gasped, feeling an absence in her pussy, and turned to Casey. "I’d
love to watch you do Sandy. Can I, please?"
Casey nodded. She realized Sandy had meant to embarrass her again and
had succeeded, even while pretending to grant her a favor. She didn’t
want Lisa to watch, even though just having Lisa nearby and naked made
her wet. She was afraid that Lisa would see that the way Casey touched
her was the way she had always wanted to touch Sandy, and now that she
actually had a chance to do the redhead, Lisa would see that all the
caresses she had lavished on Lisa were really meant for her mistress.
But Sandy was already leaping up next to them. "I like this table,"
she enthused. "How do you want me, Casey?"
The head counselor lay down on her side with one leg raised, and
spread her cuntlips in front of the blond girl. "Like this?"
Of course, Lisa could see everything too. Sandy wanted it that way,
and Lisa blushed to realize Sandy meant her to see everything.
Fortunately the security light from the yard in front of the dining
hall shown in the windows, softly illuminating the scene.
Sandy turned over and got up on all fours and wiggled her ass at her
minions. "Or like this?" the shameless girl teased them. Sandy turned
over again and squatted, her legs spread and her cunt completely
visible, as if she were going to take a piss. "Or do you like this
better?" Sandy asked, putting her muscular arms behind her head so
that her firm tits jutted out. "You have to tell me, Casey," she
taunted her lover.
"On your back," Casey stuttered. "Just lie down on your back. Oh,
Sandy, all I want to do is touch you!"
"Sure, sweetheart," Sandy murmured. She lay on her back with her legs
slightly parted and her knees raised, and tucked her arms under her
head. "I want you to touch me, Casey. I’ve been waiting for your
fingers."
Casey crawled over to Sandy and shivered as she placed her hands on
the redhead’s belly. Then she began moving her hands all over the
girl’s smooth, pale skin, the hands moving faster as she greedily
explored her lover’s body.
"Oh, Sandy, you’re so beautiful," Casey said, tears coming to her
eyes. "I’ve been waiting so long to do this."
"It feels like it," Sandy said, arching her back in pleasure. "It
feels like your hands can’t get enough of me."
"They can’t. I can’t. I want to do everything to you, Sandy."
"Then do it," she said, raising her head and kissing the blond girl,
then sinking back down and waiting to be pleasured.
Lisa stared at them, her own hands wandering absently over her breasts
as she watched her bunkmate make love to the older girl. Casey was
bending over Sandy, running one hand over her face, her fingers
thrilling over the redhead’s lips and cheeks, while the other hand
reached between Sandy’s legs and parted the red hair around her cunt.
When the girl’s fingers reached her cunt, both Sandy and Lisa uttered
soft moans.
"Ohhh, you’re wet," Casey whispered.
"Of course I am," Sandy said. "You always make me wet, Casey." Her
butt squirmed on the table under her girl’s attentions.
"I can reach one finger in and it just melts into your pussy," Casey,
said, fascinated.
Sandy gasped a little. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Maybe you better make sure."
Casey repeated the movement. "Oh, yes, it goes right in," she assured
her lover. She was amazed at the velvety feel of the inside of Sandy’s
vagina.
Sandy’s mouth opened and closed, and her lips pursed. Casey met them
with her mouth, and the pressure on both her mouth and her cunt made
Sandy arch her back.
"I can feel your finger," Sandy said when the kiss was over. "Casey,
put another finger in my pussy. It feels so good."
Lisa could see and hear everything -- a girl’s fingers penetrating the
orange fringed snatch, the two lesbians kissing and cooing at each
other. The combination of the sight and the words they were saying
made fresh cunt juice start dripping from her vagina. She reached a
hand down and stroked herself, watching the two girls having sex. Her
cunt was quickly wet again, wet enough for her to slide her own
fingers inside. The fingers felt so good and smooth after the rough
handle of the knife. Her fingers were soon dipping speedily into her
vagina and rubbing on her clit. The sight of what Casey was doing
mixed with Sandy’s nasty words and sent her head spinning. She could
feel the heat rising from between her legs like a furnace.
She was getting off watching two girls do it. Only a few days before,
all she had known was her own body. Now she had had sex repeatedly
with another beautiful girl, the kind of girl most girls only dream of
being, much less kissing. And she was getting such a good look at
another girl’s pussy.
She knew it must be bad, but the sight made her so hot, it must be
good, too. A furnace ignited inside her and she closed her eyes
momentarily, overtaken by a rush of lust. Her fingers plunged in and
out of her sloppy wet pussy. When Sandy suddenly turned her head and
looked straight between her legs, then deep into her eyes, Lisa never
stopped masturbating. Sandy’s shameless staring made her even hotter.
They were two teenage girls getting off at looking at each other’s
pussies! What in the world were they doing? How could Lisa’s vagina be
creaming her fingers, over and over again, so that her cunt juice
dripped down her thighs and onto the table? How could the sight of
Sandy’s red haired cunt, or even her mouth opening and closing
silently in pleasure and excitement, be turning her on?
She had been getting turned on at the sight of her own body in the
mirror for months. She had fingered herself to orgasm looking at the
curves of her own breasts, at the swelling of her own pussy lips. Now
the sight of other girls’ bodies was driving her into a frenzy. What
was she going to do when school started that fall -- how could she
ever go into the locker room or the shower with other girls now that
she was so turned on by them?
The thought of being naked with dozens of other naked, lithe high
school girls, of cunt juice suddenly smelling strong between her legs
and giving her away, and not being able to do anything about it,
caused an erotic thrill to shiver through her body. As she envisioned
herself standing helplessly in the steamy shower at school with come
and water streaming between her legs, her body began to quake in an
orgasm.
Her cunt clamped down on her fingers and she could barely pull them in
and out, but she wanted the fucking motion now so bad.
"Oohhh, oohhh, God," she wailed. "Oh shit! Oh, it feels so good."
Sandy was watching Lisa masturbate. She almost had to laugh at how
much the younger girl was turned on by fingering her own cunt. But it
caused another flood of her pussy juice to soak Casey’s fingers.
Sandy was so wet that when Casey put two fingers in her pussy, they
slid in and out without a hint of resistance. So Casey tried another
finger and was amazed when that went in easily, too.
"Yes, baby, do it," Sandy said excitedly. "Casey, fuck me harder. Oh
God, you bitch, that’s the way," Sandy whimpered. "Finger fuck me,
baby. Make my cunt feel good. Oh, it feels so good to have your
fingers in my pussy."
"You’re getting my fingers all wet," Casey said.
"I’m going to get them wetter," Sandy said. "I’m going to come all
over your hand before you know it."
"You mean you think I can make you come?"
"I know it, baby. All you have to do is put one more finger in my
dripping cunt. Oh God," she shouted as Casey complied. "Oh Jesus! Your
hand’s really in me now."
Down the table, Lisa was coming on her hand, moaning. "Oh Sandyyyyyy,
you drive me crazy!"
Sandy chuckled. "It’s the dirty talk, isn’t it? It turns you on when I
talk about how my cunt is aching to be fucked like this, how I keep
jizzing my girlfriend’s hand, how I’m going to suck your pussy before
the night is over."
"Oh GOOOOOODDD!" Lisa screamed. "Oh Jesus, I’m coming!"
"I can see every inch of your pussy, Lisa, and it’s so dirty," Sandy
cooed. "Your little cunt is so hot looking with you diddling yourself
like that. It makes me want to put my mouth all over you and taste
your come."
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Lisa whimpered. "I -- I can’t stop." Her
hips thrashed on the table, and her hand between her legs was a blur.
"Oh shit, this is making me hot too," Casey groaned. "Can’t you see
this is driving me crazy? Please touch my pussy, I’m so hot."
"You bet I will," Sandy gasped. "But in a minute; this little cunt’s
gyrations are driving me nuts. Push your hand into me harder," Sandy
begged. "You’re the one that’s fucking me now. It’s you who’re getting
me off. This is my pussy -- Sandy’s pussy. Put your face down next to
it and smell it. Look at your hand going in and out of me -- oh,
shit."
"Oh, Sandy," the blond girl moaned. She twisted her hips from side to
side. "I’m so hot from doing you. It’s making me so horny. I need
something in my cunt too. Please, please somebody do something to me."
"God!" Sandy cried. "It’s starting. Fuck me harder, Casey. Harder, harder!"
Lisa’s orgasm finally died out, and she lay on the table, panting. She
turned her head and looked between Sandy’s legs, transfixed at the
sight of her girlfriend’s hand going in and out of the red haired
pussy. She had never seen anything like the way Casey shoved her
fingers into Sandy’s snatch. It was like she was hitting the girl over
and over again, without ever breaking contact.
She couldn’t believe sex was this great. That all you had to do was
touch a girl’s cunt lightly and they would be turned on, and
everything that followed would be exciting and hot and nasty. It was
so exciting to feel nasty about the things she did, and at the same
time not guilty at all. She didn’t think she could ever feel guilty
again -- just a little bad, but in a nice way. Nothing she would get
in trouble for.
Sandy’s body was tensing and arching all over, her whole energy
focused on the hand between her legs.
"Oh shit, Casey, fuck me!" Sandy cried. "Put the whole hand in! Put
your thumb in too!"
"Are you sure I can?" Casey asked, concerned about hurting her lover.
"Of course you fucking can!" Sandy yelled. "Do it! Fist me!"
Casey’s hand was soaked with come, so there was hardly any difficulty
easing it into Sandy’s cunt at first, but when she got to the fat part
of the hand at the base of the thumb, it seemed too big.
"Push!" Sandy screamed. She fucked her hips up against Casey’s hand,
and suddenly it felt to Casey as if her hand was simply sucked right
into Sandy’s cunt.
"Oh yeeesssss!" Sandy said. "Oh, now fuck me! I’m coming on your
fucking hand! Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!"
Casey watched open mouthed as her whole hand had disappeared into the
red haired vagina. It went in all the way to the wrist. "God, Lisa,
look at this," she said.
Lisa raised herself and moved around to put her face close to Sandy’s
pussy. "My God," she said.
Sandy was grunting and swearing and pushing back so hard against
Casey’s hand that Casey had to push back even harder just to keep from
being pushed down the table.
"Oh yes!" Sandy cried. "Push harder, Casey, fuck me harder. Take it
out on me. Punch me with your fist in my pussy. Oh Goooodddd, I’m
coming. Oh shit, I’m going to squirt! Oh shit!"
Another flood of come wet Casey’s hand, and to the younger girls’
amazement, a long stream of come came squirting out of Sandy’s pussy.
It hit Lisa, who had lowered her head between Sandy’s legs to watch,
right in the face. "Ohh!" she cried, startled.
"Oh God, let me come in your face!" Sandy screamed. "Oh fucking God,
you fucking horny dirty bitch, take it in your face." The stream of
ejaculate soaked Lisa’s face and ran down between her tits. The Ponies
had never seen anything like it.
"Oh, oh, oh," Sandy signed as her orgasm finally came to a halt. She
looked over at Casey and at Lisa, saw the black haired girl covered in
come, and burst out laughing.
"What was that??" Casey asked.
"That was my come. Girls come too, sometimes," Sandy said.
"They do?" Casey asked.
"It almost always happens when I get fisted," Sandy said. "How was it, Lisa?"
Lisa squatted on the table, gasping for breath, still startled by the
experience of getting squirted with Sandy’s come. She looked back and
forth at the lovers, Casey’s hand still resting in Sandy’s vagina. She
licked around her mouth and tasted the jizz that soaked her pretty
face.
Then she smiled at Sandy. "Think we could make Casey do it?" she asked.
Casey sighed in excitement as the two other girls turned to her.
Chapter 7
That night Lisa and the other girls got hardly any sleep at all, and
they had been missing lots of sleep all week because of their sex
play.
So the next day, Lisa just couldn’t stop yawning. About a half hour
after breakfast, when she and Casey took their group to the pool for
their swim time, she felt irresistibly sleepy. Asking Casey to take
over supervision of the youngsters, Lisa lay on a towel, a few feet
away from the pool in the shade of a tree.
She must have fallen asleep, for the next time she opened her eyes she
was staring up into the face of a young man.
"Eddie!" she said, jumping up. She looked around for her campers and
her girlfriend, but the swimming area was empty. "My god, what time is
it?"
Eddie grinned at her, his hands on his hips. He wore work clothes and
dirty tennis shoes. He was the pool boy, a little dim and not very
good looking, rumored to be some relation of Uncle Ron. He had worked
at the camp for several years, and being the only boy around, was the
butt of many jokes and the object of many secret fantasies.
He had only been standing there looking at her for a few minutes, but
it was long enough for sexy ideas to start bouncing around in his
mind, and he had been rubbing his prick through his pants as he gazed
down at the black haired teenager on the grass.
Lisa turned to Eddie, her tits bouncing in her two piece swimsuit.
"Eddie, where is everybody?"
He continued to grin at her, and his eyes passed up and down over her
body. "They’re not here," he said.
"Well duh!" Lisa exclaimed. "Where are they?" She wanted to slap the
grin off his face, but that wasn’t what was really bothering her. He
had an obvious hard on under his khaki work pants. It pushed against
the cotton fabric like, well, like nothing but a prick bursting to get
out.
Lisa blushed in embarrassment. God knows how long he’s been looking at
me, she thought. He looks at everybody but nobody notices him, because
there are always lots of girls around.
Now she was alone with him and she found it uncomfortable. The thought
of his cock swelling under his pants was bothering her. She remembered
last night with Sandy and Casey and how she had been fucked with a
piece of wood and with her own fingers. She remembered thinking that a
prick, any prick, would feel good in her cunt.
But now the sight of one, even one that was covered up, irritated her.
It irritated her even more that it reminded her of last night, and as
the memory came back, she felt a tingle between her legs. She blushed
even harder. She knew if she was aroused it was only because of what
happened last night. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with
this overgrown kid facing her with that tent peg in his pants.
"Where are they?" she demanded again. "Eddie, stop giving me that
gross smile and at least tell me what time it is."
He turned away from her, smirking. "It’s quarter to eleven," he said.
"I’m supposed to finish up here by eleven so I can go down and get the
bonfire ready."
"Fine, I don’t care," she snapped. She bent down and picked up her
towel. "They must be on the nature trail," she said to herself,
remembering the schedule.
Eddie turned halfway back to her and shoved his hips forward,
displaying his erection in profile. He knew it was making her mad, and
he relished being able to annoy her. She had always been rude to him
and treated him like a retard; this was his chance to get back a
little. "I don’t want anything to make me late," he sneered. "What
makes you think I have time for it anyway?"
"Time for what, you moron?" she said. "You make me sick!" She turned
and left, seething inside as he laughed at her.
She couldn’t believe how stupid boys were, she told herself as she
stomped off. It was no wonder she was a lesbian. Girls were cool and
smart and had gorgeous bodies; boys were hot and stupid and gross.
They had pricks, that was all; but she decided she was going to get a
dildo like Sandy’s. She would get Casey one too, and they would take
care of each other and never have to sleep with boys.
Lisa went back to Unit 1 to change. The cluster of cabins under the
trees was quiet with all the girls off on their hike. She felt a
little bad for making Casey do all the work, but she could repay her
that afternoon by giving Casey a little time off.
She went into their cabin. The darkness and quiet brought back her
sleepiness, and after she took off her clothes she decided to lie down
on the bunk for just a minute.
In a moment, she was asleep.
Eddie came trailing down the road and into the unit. He had finished
at the pool and had intended to go down to the campfire circle and
prepare the bonfire for that night, but the sight of Lisa’s ass, bare
except for the narrow strip of fabric that covered only part of her
buns, had led him in a different direction. He had followed her at a
slow pace, knowing she could be headed for only one place: to her
cabin to change.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he got to the unit. A
vague idea formed in his mind of simply leaping from behind a tree as
she came back up the road after dressing. This would startle and
further irritate her; it would be worth it to see the look on her
face. But after waiting indecisively near the spot where the road
emptied out into the clearing, he realized Lisa had already been in
her cabin a few minutes and had not emerged.
He walked quickly across the clearing and approached the cabin. There
was no one around, and besides, he often did odd jobs around the camp
and it was not unusual for him to be around during the day. It was
only at night that he was forbidden to come into the units.
Quietly going around the back of the cabin, he peeped into the window.
What he saw delighted him.
There was the busty teenage girl who had been arguing with him a few
minutes before. She was lying asleep in a pose similar to the one he’d
discovered her at near the pool: flat on her back, one arm flung over
her eyes, tits jutting straight up, legs parted lazily. But this time
she was naked.
Eddie had worked at the camp for several years and had, in glimpses
stolen from time to time, seen flashes of the girls with their clothes
off. There had been a streaking fad a couple of years back until Uncle
Ron had put a stop to it, and he had also discovered girls taking a
forbidden skinny dip at night in the pool. Once he had come across a
girl pissing in the woods and wouldn’t let her leave until she had
shown him her tits.
But this was the first time he’d had a chance to really look at a
naked girl, and the sight both amazed and aroused him. Reaching into
his pocket to rub his cock, he found it already hard and straining
against the constraining clothes. He awkwardly rubbed his penis while
staring at Lisa’s bare breasts and the shadowy cunt hair between her
legs.
Straining to get a better view of the girl’s pussy, he stood on tiptoe
while at the same time unzipping his fly. He secretly rubbed his cock
all the time while looking at the girls, and rarely took it out. He
was afraid of getting caught. But he’d never been in this situation
before, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
His prick bounced into his hand as his pants fell to his ankles. His
eyes feasted on the body of the beautiful teenager as he quickly
brought his cock to full erection. In his mind, he was inside the
cabin, crouched over her, preparing to spray his come in her face. She
would wake up and lick her lips and discover his delicious come, and
then with a sigh take his cock in her mouth and suck him.
His face was growing red and he was about to squirt his load on the
side of the cabin when the sound of a footstep interrupted him.
Terrified, he looked around him. To his back was the woods, and he
could not see anyone. Then the door to the cabin opened and he ducked
down.
Sandy walked into the cabin.
A few minutes before, Sandy had found Casey supervising the Unit 1
campers alone. Casey told her she’d left Lisa sleeping by the side of
the pool. "She looked so pretty lying there," Casey breathed
confidentially to Sandy, "I just couldn’t stand to wake her."
Sandy was not amused. "So our little night time Pony was up late, was she?"
"We all were," Casey reminded her.
"Look, Casey," Sandy said coldly, "Just because we fool around at
night doesn’t mean you guys can start slacking off. You’re here to do
a job, and so is Lisa."
Casey had turned pale, remembering the redhead’s ways of disciplining
girls she thought were loafing. "I’m doing my job," she muttered,
turning back to her campers.
Sandy had been further angered when she failed to discover Lisa at the
pool. The little slut must have decided to continue her nap in her
bunk, she thought darkly. We’ll see about that. She strode angrily
down to Unit 1.
Now she stood over the sleeping, naked girl, plotting discipline.
Sandy was about to wake Lisa when a movement outside the cabin made
her stop. She had seen Eddie walking ahead of her when she left the
pool but he had been so far ahead he had disappeared by the time she
rounded the corner and turned down the road to Unit 1. She now
realized what had happened. He had discovered Lisa sleeping at the
pool and then followed her down here.
The tall redhead made no sign that she knew Eddie was there. She
simply continued staring down at Lisa, pondering her next move. She
considered using the pool boy to humiliate Lisa. She could have him
fuck her or, better yet, just spray his come on her face and force her
to lick it off her lips. But like most of the girls she held Eddie in
contempt and didn’t feel he deserved any fun. Here he was now,
standing in the same spot from which she had watched Lisa that first
day. The fact that he had intruded on Sandy’s territory made her even
madder.
She crept over to the window, bending low. Then she swiftly reached
out and down, seizing the startled pool boy by the hair.
"Ow!" he cried.
"Shut up, Eddie," she hissed. "You don’t want to wake anybody, do you?"
She pulled harder on his hair. She felt like lifting him right off the
ground. He whimpered in his throat.
She looked down at his bobbing prick and at the wall of the cabin. He
didn’t seem to have come yet, which pleased her. She could use his
stored up lust to manipulate and humiliate him.
"What are you doing out here, Eddie?" she asked. "Spying on the campers now?"
"No," he protested feebly.
"Oh, I guess it’s just a coincidence that you’re standing here with
your cock out."
"I was just taking a piss!"
She pulled his hair even harder. The more he struggled, the angrier she got.
"Listen, you little prick," she said. She reached into the rear pocket
of her shorts and took out a slender object and held it under his
nose. With a slight motion, a steel blade leapt out of the knife
handle with a ching sound.
"Ulp," Eddie said.
"If I ever catch you hanging around outside the girls’ cabins again,
I’ll cut your prick off and feed it to the dogs," she said.
Her arm was getting tired holding him. She reached over and put the
knife against the side of Eddie’s ear. "Now if you make a sound, I’ll
get you, understand?"
He couldn’t nod with her holding him by the hair. "Mm hmm."
"Don’t make a single sound, you get it?"
"Mm hmm," he whimpered.
She flicked her wrist and the knife made a slit in Eddie’s ear. A
small scream was choked in his throat.
She pulled his hair harder. Blood was running from the slit she’d
made. "Now git," she said. "And don’t ever come here again."
She dropped the terrified pool boy. He hit the ground like a
volleyball and skittered off around the other side of the cabin. The
sound of his running footsteps faded.
She hoped he wasn’t leaving too big a trail of blood.
She walked over to a box of kleenex on the floor next to Lisa’s bunk
and wiped off her knife and put it away. Just the idea of the fool’s
blood dirtying her knife made her mad. She would have to clean it well
later.
She still had Lisa to deal with. Crouching over the sleeping teenager,
Sandy put her hand firmly around her throat.
Lisa started awake. She had not been dreaming but it was a relief to
see Sandy. She smiled, pressing back against Sandy’s hand in
anticipation of pleasure. But one look at Sandy’s expression and she
realized the head counselor was not there to have fun.
"Why aren’t you at work, you lazy girl?" Sandy demanded.
"Oh, Sandy. I was just so sleepy from last night."
Sandy’s hand tightened around Lisa’s throat. "I don’t care how sleepy
you are," she said. "You have campers to look after. You left Casey
alone with fifteen kids. That’s against the rules."
"Ohh -- sorry!" Lisa said, realizing Sandy really was mad.
"Sorry doesn’t cover it," Sandy sneered. "You think that just because
I licked your pussy you can break the rules?"
"No "
"You think that just because we fool around at night you can get away
with something in the daytime, that I’ll treat you special?"
"No, I "
"Well, you’re going to get special treatment, all right," Sandy
snapped. "Get your clothes on."
Lisa scrambled out of bed and pulled on some panties that were lying
on the floor; she was moving too fast to recognize the panties
belonged to Casey until it was too late. Casey had a wider ass than
Lisa, and the panties draped across her fanny. She hoped Sandy
wouldn’t notice.
Sandy, of course, had noticed. She was intimately familiar with
Casey’s underwear, and was secretly amused that Lisa had pulled it on
in such frantic haste. But she wasn’t about to show the teenager her
amusement. Her look remained stern.
Lisa fumbled with a bra, and then picked up the jeans she’d been
wearing that morning. But Sandy said, "No, not the jeans. Where’s that
little short skirt I saw you in the other day? The one that makes you
look like a reject from the cheerleading squad. Put that on." After a
minute, looking very disorganized, Lisa stood before her with a
contrite expression.
Sandy marched her away from the cabin and up the road through the
camp. Walking together, the counselors presented an everyday picture.
They looked just like two healthy teenage girls on an errand. No one,
least of all Lisa, would suspect what Sandy had planned.
They walked up to Uncle Ron’s cabin. The camp director and his wife,
known as Aunt Nancy, lived during the summer in the largest cabin in
the whole camp. It was almost as big as the dining hall.
Sandy pushed Lisa up the steps and right into the cabin without
knocking. Lisa had never been inside the director’s cabin before, and
her feeling of being out of place added to her anxiety. Sandy took
hold of Lisa’s arm and pushed her forward toward a hallway.
Then Sandy pushed open the door to the bedroom, and Lisa nearly died.
There was the camp director, sitting up naked in his bed. There were
porn magazines next to him, on the bed and the nightstand. Uncle Ron
himself was propped up on pillows, an enormous cock on his hand,
almost as large as Sandy’s dildo. And he didn’t look surprised to see
them.
"I see you haven’t budged since yesterday," Sandy said to Ron.
"Who’s this?" Ron asked, staring at Lisa, who felt like screaming.
"Introduce yourself, Connie," Sandy said, jerking Lisa’s arm.
Lisa was dumbstruck, staring at the camp director’s fat prick. Thickly
veined, with a pulsing purple head that seemed to swell every time
Uncle Ron moved his hand over it, the penis looked monstrous. Lisa
could not believe something that looked like a small, menacing
fireplug was meant for a woman’s cunt. The wooden handle of the cheese
knife, or perhaps a pine cone, would have seemed more appropriate than
this thing. Even the penis of Eddie the pool boy seemed innocuous
compared to it. She wanted to disappear into one of the cracks in the
floor.
"Connie?" Sandy prompted again, poking her between the shoulder
blades. "Say your name."
"Connie," Lisa said weakly.
"Hello, Connie," Ron grinned. He patted the bed next to him. "Why
don’t you come on up here next to me?"
Lisa felt her knees collapsing; Sandy held her up. "Nice try, Ron,"
Sandy laughed. "But that’s not part of the deal."
Lisa felt like she was going to faint. The ceiling swung above her,
and only the pressure of Sandy’s hand on her arm kept her from
collapsing.
"That’s okay, Connie," Sandy said. "You don’t have to look at his ugly
prick." Ron laughed as Sandy turned Lisa around.
Sandy looked into Lisa’s eyes for a minute, holding her gaze. The
younger girl grew steady as she looked deeply into Sandy’s eyes.
"Trust me, baby," Sandy said in a voice only Lisa could hear. "This is
your punishment, but you don’t have to touch him."
She looked over Lisa’s shoulder at the camp director. Giving him a
seductive look, Sandy said, "Don’t stop."
"I never stop, baby," the man said. He kept working on his prick,
staring at the ass of the new teenager Sandy had brought him. He
gasped as Sandy reached under the girl’s skirt, moving it higher on
her ass. Connie, Candy, what was the difference, as long as he got to
look.
At the beginning of the summer, the week before the campers arrived
when the staff was just getting the place ready, Sandy had walked in
on the camp director as he was masturbating. He had his pants around
his ankles as he stood in his bedroom. His wife, Aunt Nancy, spent the
mornings in the infirmary on nurse duty, and every day he intended to
have a little fun alone in his cabin. In one hand he held his cock,
and in the other he held a porn magazine called "Cheerleader Pussy,"
which depicted teenage girls in various stages of undress.
When Sandy walked in the door, the camp director froze in shock, but
Sandy never blinked an eye. "Don’t mind me," she had said in a sexy
voice that was forever etched in his memory. "I like it. Just keep
doing it." He had quickly brought himself to orgasm as the redhead sat
on the bed watching, and he was so turned on that his sperm had nearly
hit the opposite wall. Sandy had then laughed and walked out.
The next day he made sure the door was unlocked when he lay back in
the bed and uncovered his dick. He had just gotten hard when he heard
another footstep in the hallway outside. Sure enough, the head
counselor had come back for more, he thought. This time she rubbed
herself through her pants suggestively while he masturbated.
Each day after that, Sandy had let him have a little more. Six days
ago she had finally let him see her pussy. But by that time, she had
him wrapped around her little finger. At the end of that session, in
reaction to some imagined slight, she had flown into a rage at the
camp director. After three minutes of her shouting that she was going
to have him taken away by the state police, she literally had him on
the floor on his knees, kissing the tips of her dirty tennis shoes.
She hadn’t had to chew him out since then. She had him where she
wanted him. She gave him a look at someone’s cunt every day, and he
let her do everything she wanted.
The relationship came in handy when Sandy wanted particularly to
embarrass one of her charges. Casey, in particular, with her blond
good looks and softball like breasts, seemed particularly to stimulate
the side of Sandy that liked to embarrass and control people. She had
found it extremely useful to bring the blond girl in here and threaten
her with Uncle Ron’s monster dick. It made it so easy, for example, to
get Casey into her ropes.
This was the first time she’d brought anyone besides Casey or herself
to Uncle Ron. She was curious as to how the camp director would react.
With a hand on Lisa’s neck, she forced the younger girl to bend over.
"Assume the position!" Sandy snapped. "Flat back! Grab your ankles and
spread your legs."
Lisa assumed the position. She was unbearably conscious of her ass,
covered only by the short skirt and Casey’s panties, nearly exposed to
Uncle Ron’s view. She was afraid Sandy would pull up the skirt and
expose her further.
Sure enough, that’s what the devilish head counselor had in mind. Lisa
quivered to feel Sandy’s hands pulling up the skirt around her waist.
Now he could see her panties.
She wondered how she ever got into this. If only Sandy had never woke
her up! If only she could sleep forever, protected from humiliating
situations like this.
Sandy stroking her butt only made her more embarrassed. "Look at her
ass," Sandy offered. "It’s so round and firm. It’s so smooth."
Lisa liked Sandy’s hands on her ass, and hearing those words echoed
deep within her.
"It’s nice to touch," Sandy whispered. "It’s so firm and smooth at the
same time. Don’t you wish you could touch it – or even kiss it." Lisa
found Sandy’s voice beginning to steady and comfort her. The more
Sandy talked, the more she could imagine she was alone with Sandy. She
wished the circumstances were different and that Uncle Ron would
suddenly be launched into orbit around Neptune, but as long as he shut
up and let Sandy talk and touch her, she could get through her
punishment.
The other things that were embarrassing her, like the fact that she
was wearing Casey’s underwear and that her name was Lisa, only the two
girls knew. It was their secret knowledge, like the original uncovered
secret that Lisa had been masturbating when Sandy first saw her. It
was the secrets, and Sandy’s voice, that began turning her on.
Sandy kept running her hands lightly over Lisa’s ass and murmuring
sweet things about it. "I’m not sure I should show it to you. Maybe I
should just leave it this way. See, I can pull the panties by their
sides into the center. That way you can really see her butt cheeks.
"Is that nice? Look at how round and firm her butt is. She’s athletic,
isn’t she? She’s probably on the cheerleading squad back home -- I
know that’s the kind of girl you like."
From behind Lisa came a lubricated sound and a chuckle that no longer
sounded as casual as before.
"Now her whole butt is exposed -- except for the crack. You probably
want to see that, but I don’t know if I should. After all, what would
the girls on the cheerleading squad say if they knew she’d actually
exposed herself? I mean, every girl shows her fanny once in a while.
In fact, those cheerleading uniforms sometimes show a lot, don’t they?
When the girls jump up or twirl around, their skirts fly up and you
can see their asses. And it all depends on what kind of underwear they
have on. Sometimes they don’t even wear any, isn’t that right? I can
see a picture right there on your bed of a bad girl who wasn’t wearing
any underwear. Why would she do that? Could it be because she really
wants people to look at her? Do you think so?"
The hand that Sandy had been using to hold her tightly by the back of
the neck now softened, and Sandy gently stroked Lisa’s neck and the
back of her head. Lisa’s head was already floating with Sandy’s words,
and the strong, gentle touch made a rush of emotion flow through her.
She felt that as long as Sandy was being gentle and loving to her with
one hand, she could do whatever she wanted to with the other.
"You don’t need to see any more of her ass crack, do you?" Sandy said.
"You don’t need to see her little asshole or the back of her pussy…"
"C’mon!" Uncle Ron urged.
"Oh, you think you should? Hmm, well, I guess only for a little while."
Lisa trembled as Sandy’s hands rose to the tops of her underwear and
began pulling it down.
"Look now," Sandy cooed. "I’m exposing her ass to you. The lovely
round ass of a teenager, who’s bent over to show it to you."
The fingers were easing the elastic waistband down over her butt now,
and Lisa blushed with embarrassment and excitement. Her breathing
quickened as she struggled to remain still, to do what Sandy wanted.
"Now look. Now look. I’ve pulled her panties all the way down. Connie,
hold my hand just for a minute and bring your legs together so we can
get these off you -- that’s the way -- and now assume the position
again. Now look."
Lisa’s naked butt was now exposed. Her face glowed red but she could
also feel sensations rippling through her belly and into her vagina.
She could feel her asshole involuntarily contracting and expanding.
When Sandy began running her fingers over her ass again, this time
they happened to touch her cuntlips, and the electric charge made Lisa
toss her head like a spirited pony.
"Look at her pink butthole," Sandy breathed. "And below that, look:
this cheerleader has a pussy. What do you think about that?"
From somewhere behind her, sounding far away, Lisa heard a strangled
groan, but she wasn’t paying attention to that, she was only paying
attention to Sandy’s voice.
As she stroked Lisa’s fanny, Sandy’s fingers brushed her cuntlips more
and more often. She could feel herself getting hot now, excited as she
was the night before at a certain moment. Sandy had laid back and made
Casey go down on her, and had ordered Lisa to squat next to her head
with her legs wide open. Lisa was allowed to touch her own tits, but
nobody touched her cunt -- Sandy just wanted it there to look at while
she got eaten out. As the redhead came again and again under the
ministrations of Casey’s mouth, and stared the whole time at Lisa’s
cunt, the black haired girl had ached for somebody to touch her there.
It was unbearably exciting for her to expose herself and excite her
own nipples and yet not be touched between the legs, and she thought
she’d have a heart attack unless she could feel someone touch her
pussy.
Now her heart was pounding the same way. She needed to be touched
between the legs so badly, and no one was doing it. They were just
looking at her. She could feel her cunt lips swelling and her come
leaking out from between them; if she bent her head, she thought she
could see a pearl of come gathering there, although the light was in
her eyes.
She sighed and waited for Sandy to touch her somewhere, in any way
except the light stroking of her fanny that was working her up so
much.
"Can you see enough of her pussy? I hope so, because this is all
you’re going to see."
Fast breathing and a fast, wet sound came from the other side of the room.
"Like a cheerleader who bent over -- her skirt is so short that you
can basically see everything. And you know she did it on purpose,
don’t you? She dropped her math book in front of you so she could bend
down and, oh, while she’s down there she may as well tie her shoes…
And the whole time she knows you’re looking at her. And it turns her
on."
Suddenly Sandy dipped two fingers between Lisa’s cunt lips. She
plunged them into the cauldron that was between the girl’s legs and
pulled them out, soaked with come. Lisa let out an equally sudden loud
moan.
"See?" Sandy said, holding the fingers up. "Can you see how wet she
is? Look how it’s turning her on. Her cunt is soaking from showing you
her ass and pussy. She wants it. She wants it."
There was a loud sighing groan from behind Lisa.
"Yes," Sandy said. "Yes. Yes."
Lisa waited breathlessly for Sandy to stick her fingers up her crack
again, but after a few seconds Sandy said, "Okay, Connie, stand up."
Lisa straightened painfully. Her back was sore from being bent over
for so long, and her hair was all messed up from being upside down.
She brushed her bangs back from her forehead and felt her skirt plop
back down over her ass. She wasn’t used to stopping right in the
middle of sex and she was a little disoriented.
Sandy took her firmly by the arm and turned her around. "Look," Sandy ordered.
There was Uncle Ron on the bed. He had slid down a little. His hand
was holding his cock, but the hand was still now. His penis was, if
possible, even larger and more engorged than before, and it was making
little spastic movements. On his belly, on his thighs, and even on the
porn magazines were small puddles of sperm.
Lisa faced this vista with some of the revulsion she’d felt before,
but now she was turned on, and there was also something about the
scene that echoed in her. She recognized, even in the face of Uncle
Ron, someone who had just had an all out beat the band orgasm.
"Nice ass, baby," Uncle Ron grinned.
Sandy snorted. "Better clean yourself up," she said. "Again." And she
spun Lisa around again and marched her out the door. As they walked
away from the cabin, Sandy kept hold of Lisa’s arm. Lisa knew her
punishment wasn’t over yet.
Chapter 8
"Tell me what happened to you," Sandy said in a low voice as they
walked among the campers gathering for lunch. "You have to tell it all
to me."
"Oh, do I have to?" Lisa groaned. "Why?"
"It’s part of your punishment. Every time you submit to me, especially
if it’s a situation where I’m punishing you, you have to tell me what
you did. You have to admit it and tell me how it made you feel. You
have to describe it in detail. That way you can’t pretend none of it
happened."
"Oh, God," Lisa muttered. She didn’t mind thinking about the wonderful
sensations Sandy had provoked through her touching and her sexy words,
but there were other parts of the session in the camp director’s
office that she would give anything to forget.
"Tell me," Sandy said, tightening her grip.
"You made me bend over "
"No, you don’t -- Don’t start there. I want you to start with your mistakes."
"Mistakes?"
"Yes: You have to tell me what you did wrong first. You have to tell
me you’re sorry. Then you can start describing your punishment,
beginning from the time you woke up in your cabin with me standing
there."
"Oh God," Lisa said again. Her cunt was still all slippery inside and
she hadn’t come from Sandy’s touches. She was turned on and breathless
at the constant changes Sandy kept throwing at her, keeping her
off balance.
"This morning I left Casey alone with the campers," Lisa said. "I fell
asleep by the pool. When I woke up -- Oh God, I forgot about this.
That little creep Eddie was standing there leering at me."
"Don’t worry about Eddie," Sandy said. "I’ll settle his hash. Just
concentrate on your own faults."
"I went back to the cabin and fell asleep. When I woke up, you were
there. At first I thought you’d come to have fun. But then I realized
you were mad at what I’d done, leaving Casey alone with the kids. So I
had to do what you said."
"And what was that?" Sandy demanded, her breath catching.
"I had to get dressed and put on my little tennis skirt. I put on
Casey’s underpants by mistake and hoped you wouldn’t notice."
"Slut."
Lisa’s heart pounded when Sandy called her that. "Yes," she said. "I’m
a little slut. But it’s your fault. You turned me into a little ...
dyke slut," she choked, the words both humiliating and exciting.
Sandy laughed. "Then what happened?"
"You took me over to Uncle Ron’s cabin. You led me inside. And he was
in there naked on his bed with his cock out. And it was gross. And he
had all this gross pornography all over the place, and this perverted
expression on his face."
"How did that make you feel?" Sandy asked.
"I was so grossed out and embarrassed and ashamed. I’ve never seen a
prick before and I had no idea they were so... gross! And here’s this
Uncle Ron who’s supposed to be this nice upstanding camp director, and
he’s got dirty pictures all over his bed, and he gets off on doing
things to little girls -- I wanted to throw up!"
They went behind the dining hall and down the path that Lisa had
walked down the day before. She remembered it led to the clearing in
the woods where she had witnessed Sandy doing nasty things to Casey,
and she began to tremble.
It was all becoming clear. Sandy was manipulating the girls for her
own pleasure, and she would do anything to make them obey her.
Sometimes she used nice things, even licked their pussies. Sometimes
she used mean things, from tying them up to exposing them to Uncle
Ron. Lisa remembered watching Sandy and Casey head into Uncle Ron’s
cabin the day before. Now that she knew what went on in there, she was
even more shocked.
"Then what happened?" Sandy prompted.
"Oh Jesus, Sandy, it was so horrible. Why are you making me talk about
it? Why did you make me do it in the first place?"
They were safely in the woods now, and Sandy stopped and spun Lisa to
face her. Their faces were inches apart as the black haired girl
gasped and waited for what came next. Her heart was pounding, and she
could feel every heartbeat between her legs.
Sandy reached deeply into her own jeans and pulled out two fingers.
They were wet with jizz, and she held them up in front of Lisa’s nose.
"This is the only reason," she said. "Because it turns me on."
Before the counselor had a chance to respond, Sandy marched her down
the path and into the clearing. They went up to the fallen log. Lisa
saw that the ropes that had held Casey were still attached to it.
Sandy caught her wrists and bound them with the ropes. She bent Lisa
over the log with her butt facing Sandy.
With her face close to the bark of the fallen tree, Lisa smelled
something. She realized it was Casey’s piss. This was where Sandy had
made Casey pee. As the scene flashed into her mind, she thought of how
the head counselor had masturbated wildly and stared at the streaming
piss as it shot out of Casey in long spurts. Her cunt quaked as Sandy
kicked her legs open.
"Oh, Jesus," she whimpered.
"You haven’t finished your recitation yet," Sandy said. She was
kicking off her sneakers and socks and opening her pants. As the jeans
and panties fell to the ground, the smell of her come filled the air
of the clearing.
Sandy was excited. She had been wildly happy over her ability to
dominate Casey, but she felt Casey came to it naturally. The blond
girl was a bottom and needed to be dominated just as much as Sandy
needed to dominate. But Lisa was different. Topping Lisa was like
conquering an independent country that resisted defeat as long as
possible. But that just made the victory much sweeter.
Sandy’s cunt was already smoldering, and it was difficult to keep from
slamming her crotch into the black haired teen tied to the log. But
she had to keep herself in control in order to control Lisa. She
contented herself with touching her own tits through her t shirt.
"Come on, talk," she said, staring at the girl’s ass, covered for the
moment by the short little skirt.
Lisa sighed. "You bent me over," she said. "At least I didn’t have to
look at him. And you pulled my skirt up. It was so embarrassing."
Sandy gasped. "Yes?"
"You pulled my panties together over my butt cheeks and showed my butt
to him," Lisa said. "You teased him with it. Then you took the panties
off and showed him my ass and my pussy."
"Uhnnh," Sandy grunted. She was rubbing her legs together as much as
she could while standing there, squeezing her own nipples and trying
to hold off touching her cunt, but the other girl’s words were driving
her crazy. Hearing about it was almost better than doing it to her.
"The whole time, you were running your hands over my ass and talking
in this low sexy voice that got me hot. Every time your hand brushed
against my pussy lips, I thought I would scream, it felt so good."
"Oh God," Sandy muttered. She was stretching her nipples into long
points. They were going to be sore after this, but it just felt good
now.
"Then you made me straighten up and look at him again. And there was
come all over the place and this shit eating grin on his face. You
made me stand there and look at him."
"And what did he say?"
Lisa spit the words out. "‘Nice ass, baby.’"
"Unncccch," Sandy moaned. "So you bent over and showed your ass and
pussy to a man and he masturbated all over until he came. He looked at
your cunt and your anus and got off on it."
"Yes," Lisa said. Her face was burning scarlet with humiliation.
"I think you’ve been a very bad, bad girl," Sandy breathed. "And I
want you to say it."
"But Sandy -- you made me do those things."
"Oh no," Sandy said. "Only a bad girl would do such things -- show her
ass to some man and let him jack off to it. Only a really bad girl
with a filthy mind would do something like that."
"You’re the one with the filthy mind!" Lisa protested.
"Oh, I won’t deny that," Sandy laughed.
She stepped forward and gently lifted Lisa’s skirt. The girl quivered
violently when she felt Sandy’s hands again.
Sandy looked with regret at Casey’s panties, and decided she didn’t
want Lisa to close her legs again just to take them off. She went over
to her jeans and retrieved her knife, and then stood behind Lisa
again, eyeing her butt. Then she pressed a button and the blade shot
out of the handle. She used the dull side of the blade to gently
stroke Lisa’s cunt lips through her panties, eliciting a moan from the
girl. Then she cut the panties off, and they fell in shreds at her
feet.
Lisa panted, twisting in the ropes. Every movement meant she rubbed
her nipples on the rough bark of the tree. Even though she was still
wearing her t shirt, the friction pinched and stimulated them. She
felt completely exposed. As Sandy gently ran her hand along her ass
again, Lisa moaned louder.
"Oh, Sandy," Lisa said. "If only you would just touch me like that, be
nice to me, the way you were before today."
"Sweetheart," Sandy said, "I will be nice to you. I’ll touch you so
gently, so much, that you’ll never stop coming. I’ll do so many things
to you and make you feel so good that you’ll think the world ended.
And I’ll kiss you over and over again, push my tongue into your mouth
and wrap my lips around your tongue and whisper to you again and again
how pretty you are and how much I love being with you."
She stepped back. "As soon as your punishment is over."
She took a step to the side of Lisa, closing the knife and tossing it
back onto her jeans. "Now there’s one thing you have to do," she said.
Sandy pulled her hand back and struck the other girl on the butt. A
slap echoed through the clearing.
"Oh!" Lisa protested. "What?"
"Actually you don’t have to do anything. You just have to take it,"
Sandy said. "This is part of your punishment."
"Oh, Sandy! Please don’t!" Lisa cried. "I’m so sorry! I’ll be good!
I’ll never leave Casey alone with the kids again!"
"No, I don’t think you will," Sandy said softly. She struck the
black haired girl again, in exactly the same place, harder.
"Oh God," the girl cried. She hadn’t been spanked for many years. Her
mother used to spank her, seize her by the arm and suddenly pull her
drawers down and beat her ass. It always made her feel really bad, but
then one day she realized her mother wasn’t spanking her any more. And
she was surprised to realize how much she missed it.
But that was one thing. That was her mother. No one else had ever seen
her like this. No one else had ever seen her naked ass exposed to the
air -- well, aside from Casey and Sandy now -- but this was different.
Her face felt hot as Sandy began striking her ass rhythmically. "Oh
Sandy," she said, "how could you be doing this to me?"
"Oh," the redhead said brightly. "You’d be surprised. You’d be
surprised at how easy it is... once you have a girl’s ass exposed to
you."
"Oh, no," Lisa groaned. "Don’t!" She twisted again. There was
something else going on, she realized, riding along on top of the
embarrassment and shame. Something that made this feeling unique and
tolerable, maybe even desirable. But she didn’t want to think about
that something else.
The slaps became steady, crackling through the clearing. Lisa was
acutely conscious of the sound, and of Sandy’s breathing, coming fast
and shallow.
"Aren’t you going to say it?" Sandy prompted. "Perhaps you should. I
don’t care. I’m enjoying this."
"How could you??"
"I like spanking your little butt. It’s getting all red, you should
see it. And I like hearing you say what I want you to say. So either
way I get what I want."
Lisa laughed desperately, but she couldn’t say any more. The rhythm of
the slaps heightened the burning feeling that had spread across her
fanny and between her legs. Her face burned, too. If she flinched from
the spanking, her tender pussy came into contact with the tree’s
scratchy bark. If she pulled back from the tree, it meant sticking her
ass in perfect position to be spanked. Sandy had her trapped.
But there was something else bothering her, something worse than the
stinging pain. She was aware that her pussy was wet. She didn’t know
how something like this could be exciting her, and she was angry and
embarrassed that her body was betraying her like this.
She was afraid -- no, certain -- that the redhead would notice she was
turned on. And when she did notice, what would happen next? If the
spanking stopped and Sandy began touching her, that would be
wonderful. But she could hardly admit to herself that the spanking was
exciting; how could she let Sandy notice?
The spanking suddenly stopped. Lisa gave a cry of alarm. She hadn’t
realized how used she had already become to the feeling of being
spanked, and when it stopped, she missed it -- much to her own
embarrassment.
She was crying, draped over the log. Her body trembled and shook. Each
movement provoked a tingling between her legs. She was so confused at
the sensations.
Then there was the feeling of Sandy’s fingers between her legs. Lisa
squealed, both startled and pleased. Her face turned redder than she
had ever thought possible.
"What’s this?" Sandy’s voice came. The fingers dipped between Lisa’s
cunt lips again, scooping out pussy juice. "Oh my. I wonder what your
explanation is for this?"
"What?" Lisa asked hopelessly.
"It seems -- I’m really surprised by this -- it looks like your pussy
is wet. Now how could that be?"
Lisa tried to turn to face Sandy, but the older girl was right behind
her. Lisa sank back onto the log. "I guess..." she mumbled.
"What’s that?" Sandy demanded.
Lisa was silent for a while. Then, she said in a strange, high voice:
"You spanked me."
Sandy gasped slightly. She took her hand away from Lisa’s back and
stepped away a couple of feet. Realizing the redhead wasn’t even
touching her anymore, Lisa again twisted to see her "Aren’t you going
to untie me?" Lisa asked. Then she saw Sandy’s face.
Sandy was staring at her with a crazed expression. As Lisa watched in
horror, Sandy backed away to her jeans and removed her belt and
approached her again.
"You bad, bad girl -- I can see that just getting spanked with my hand
has made very little impression on you."
"Sandy! What are you doing?"
Sandy didn’t answer. She doubled the belt in her right hand, stepped
to the side of Lisa, and brought it down on the girl’s already red
ass.
"Sandy!" Lisa screamed, as loudly as she dared. "Please! What more do you want?"
The head counselor hit her again, and Lisa jumped and tried to get
away. But she couldn’t, and Sandy merely seized her by the hair and
held her face close against the rough bark of the log and hit her
again. Lisa groaned in despair, a groan that sounded suspiciously like
a moan of pleasure.
"You don’t want me to stop now, Lisa," Sandy breathed.
Lisa found she couldn’t answer. The belt was a soft, webbed belt, and
doubled in Sandy’s hand it actually hurt a little less than her hand.
It was just the idea of being whipped that she couldn’t stand. She had
never been beaten in her life, only spanked. Not even her parents had
ever taken a strap or a ruler to her. Of course, she had heard
girlfriends tell about getting "whupped," and it always sounded so
cruel.
Now the feeling from before, when Sandy had been spanking her and
creating a feeling in her something like excitement, developed another
dimension. The warmth of Sandy’s hand was gone. Instead she felt the
cold flicking of the belt.
The flicking was interrupted from time to time by a star of pain that
made her whole body jump. The webbed belt was soft, but it had a brass
thing at the end that kept it from unraveling. Sandy had doubled the
belt in her hand and was hitting Lisa with the soft part. But
sometimes she let the belt fly open and Lisa was struck with the metal
end. This is what made the star of pain bloom on her ass.
Sandy was entranced with the red marks appearing on Lisa’s butt. She
realized the metal end must hurt a lot and she didn’t want to do it
too much. But it made her own cunt kick like a dog when she did it. So
she tried to get enough of the kicks without taking Lisa too far too
soon.
Lisa was on the thin edge of panic. Her mind was concentrating on how
humiliating it was, how embarrassing, but the more she concentrated on
that, the more the ache in her pussy grew. The hits on her butt were
doing something to her. That’s the thing she didn’t want to think
about. She could accept that Sandy had exposed her to Uncle Ron, that
she had her tied up, that she was spanking her in public. She could
see all this as part of her punishment. She could even admit that she
was bad and deserved it, if that’s what Sandy wanted, if Sandy ever
gave her a chance to say it. But she didn’t want to admit to the part
about it turning her on.
It was one thing to be a little cuntlapper. That just felt good, it
was like a soft girl thing to do, almost as easy and natural as
brushing each other’s hair. It wasn’t so hard to accept. The spanking
didn’t feel good, or at least it didn’t start out feeling good, so she
found it harder to accept. But it had been nothing compared to this
whipping, which seemed so totally nasty.
Of course, Casey got it, but she felt somewhere in her mind that Casey
was just a little weirder, more far out than she was. When she’d seen
her bunkmate all tied up in the clearing before, she just thought it
was something that was a little strange about Casey, something maybe
that had nothing to do with her.
Now she was in almost the same position. She was tied in the same
ropes in the same spot that Casey had been -- the evidence was only
too fragrant. What did it mean, to get tied up like this, to be shy
and incredibly self conscious of your ass and cunt, and yet for you to
be turned on? Lisa felt her face on fire.
Sandy was hitting Lisa in the same rhythm. Her left hand had wandered
down between her legs. "Bad," she breathed. "Say it."
"Unnnhhh!" Lisa said. "Sandy, what are you doing to me?"
"Say it, Lisa," Sandy insisted.
"What??"
"Just say you’re bad," Sandy panted. "Just say you’re a bad girl who
deserves a spanking. That’s all." She pressed her hand hard onto her
clit.
"I can’t!" Lisa said in frustration.
"Yes you can. You just have to say it and I’ll stop." She hoped Lisa
would take a little longer to say it. The metal end was striking Lisa
now, and she was writhing in the most beguiling way. It was hard not
to hit her over and over again. Sandy let out a little involuntary
grunt.
"Oh God," Lisa said. "I "
Sandy connected with a pretty good swat. She could see the metal part
making marks in Lisa’s butt, little triangular marks. One was
bleeding. "Lisaaaa," she suddenly moaned. "Lisa!"
Her left hand was on her pussy and she was going to come. She was
always acutely conscious that she was going to come several seconds
before it happened and during those seconds her whole body was washed
clean through with pleasure. The pleasure gathered in her until it
became a wave, and she watched the process each time with fascination,
concentrating at the same time with all her mind on Lisa’s ass and the
marks she was making and the little slut’s forced words.
Lisa felt like her whole being was being squeezed through a
bottleneck. It was impossible to get through, but she had to get
through it because somebody was calling her at the other end.
Then suddenly something gave way, and she was through. "I’m bad," Lisa
suddenly blurted. At the same moment she became completely aware of
her soaking cunt. "I’m bad and I’m getting a spanking."
"Oh shit!" Sandy cried.
"I’m getting spanked, oh God," Lisa cried. "I’m getting spanked and
I’m all tied up and it turns me on and I don’t know what is happening
to meeee," she whined. Almost involuntarily, her hips fucked forward
onto the log hard, several times, and she came. "I’m doing it," she
cried," I’m coming, oh Sandy, you’re hitting me, don’t stop hitting
me, don’t stop!" She was suddenly panicked by the idea that the
feeling might stop.
Sandy orgasmed, the wave inside her cracking straight out the end of
her arm to the belt that was hitting Lisa’s butt. The black haired
girl screamed as Sandy experienced the orgasm in her arm, and the
harder she hit the sixteen year old, the more she came.
"Sandy!" Lisa was screaming. "Fuck I don’t know Oh fuck Jesus,
just, Jesus !"
"Say it, cunt," Sandy keened. Her hand was completely automatic on her
clitoris, it was just a part of the hitting and coming machine she had
become.
"Sandy, I’m coming, I’m coming, my butt, my butt, oh hit me, hit me."
Sandy felt her heart almost leaping out of her chest. She stopped
being able to watch her own orgasm and felt completely shattered by
it. A groan escaped from her chest.
"Sandy, I’m bad, Sandy," the other girl was gasping, her hips
thrusting forward. Sandy’s arm faltered as she heard in Lisa’s voice
the giving up, the willingness to say anything, the surrender. She
tossed the belt on the ground and stepped forward and pushed her hips
up against Lisa’s butt.
"Oh, Sandy," Lisa said. The contact of the other girl’s warmth brought
her back into her own body. She felt the older girl gripping her hard,
pulling her against her crotch. She kept saying the redhead’s name
over and over again.
Sandy shook herself to a halt and somehow managed to get back in
control. She reminded herself that she was the older one, that she was
responsible. She rested her forehead on Lisa’s shoulder blades and
smelled the younger girl’s sweat.
After a few minutes she straightened up. She untied the other girl and
then backed away, her knees still weak, making a dusting off motion
with her hands.
Lisa flopped over and faced her, still out of breath.
Sandy smiled at her almost shyly as she pulled her pants and her shoes
back on. "Very good, Lisa," she said. When she finished, she stood
awkwardly for a moment, looking at the girl’s inflamed face, smeared
with sweat and tears. "That was very..." For once she found herself at
a loss for words, and backed away a few steps, then walked quickly
away.
Chapter 9
Lisa leaned gasping on the log. She couldn’t believe Sandy had left
her like this. Yes, she had just had a mind blowing orgasm, while the
older girl whipped her and masturbated and forced her to say terrible
things. But that didn’t mean she was done.
Her breasts and belly, which had been pressed against the rough
surface of the log, were scratched and tender. Her wrists burned where
the ropes had restrained her. Her cunt was red and swollen, and that
was without it even being touched.
It hadn’t even been touched! Lisa shook her head, trying to focus her
mind on something besides the emptiness of her pussy. "God," she
whispered to herself. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" She stumbled
across the clearing, then stopped. Feeling the warm summer air on her
cunt lips, she remembered that under her skirt, she wasn’t wearing any
underwear. Sandy had cut it off with a knife.
Lisa reeled around the clearing looking for the panties. When she
found them, she saw how completely Sandy had destroyed them. There
wasn’t enough left to clean a pair of eyeglasses, much less cover her
ass. She balled up the scrap of cloth and flung it into the
underbrush.
"I am so humiliated," she thought, walking up the path and into the
main part of the camp. The wetness between her legs was accentuated by
the summer breeze. But even if she had been walking around in a pair
of overalls, she wouldn’t have been able to get her mind off her
pussy. It was demanding attention.
"I want to get fucked," she muttered to herself. She’d said those
words when she was with Casey and Sandy, and it sounded dirty and
exciting in a fun way. Now she heard herself say those words in a
not fun way. It was more of a desperate way. "Horny... so horny," she
breathed.
Emerging from the woods at the spot where the path began behind the
dining hall, she noticed from the activity inside the building that it
was almost time for lunch. She calculated the time it would take to
get down to Unit 1, change clothes, and get back to the dining hall.
By running, she could just make it.
She took off down the road toward her cabin, feeling the air rush
against her naked ass and pussy lips.
Eddie the pool boy came up toward the dining hall from another way. He
saw Lisa loping away, her skirt lifting in the breeze from time to
time. She was already too far away to really tell, but he thought he
glimpsed some naked ass underneath her skirt.... Naw, couldn’t be. And
even if it was, the mere sight of Lisa reminded him of being caught
peeping by Sandy that day.
Sandy intimidated him already. Every year it was like she made it her
hobby to humiliate him. Whether it was in front of the whole camp, or
alone like today, Sandy seemed to take pleasure in treating him like
shit. Now she had upped the ante, threatening to cut off his dick if
he even breathed around her precious little Ponies.
He wouldn’t go anywhere near Lisa -- for now. But some day he would
get his revenge.
Rubbing his eyes, he turned toward the dining hall. The kitchen staff,
a bunch of fat old ladies in white hairnets, would lay out the lunch
on trays and in bowls on a big table in the middle of the kitchen
before serving it to the campers. Sometimes, if he was quick, he could
snatch a few cold cuts or a piece of chicken.
But one of the old bats saw him coming. Ms. Thatcher, the head cook,
stopped him before he had taken two steps inside the room.
"Mister Carlisle!" she cried. She happened to have a huge carving
knife in her hand, and she brandished it. "Take one more step and it’s
curtains for you."
"Erk," Eddie explained, retreating backward. "I was just coming to see
if you needed any help."
"I’ll give you help," Ms. Thatcher said. "You might do your job better
with fewer fingers!"
Eddie backed out of the door and skulked away.
Lisa and Casey sat at the table in the dining hall with their campers.
There were 12 girls between them as they each sat at the end of a long
table. Between making the little girls behave and trying to eat their
own lunches, the two Ponies were almost too busy to look at each
other, much less talk. When they did speak, it was "Marilyn, sit up
straight" and "Catherine, that’s not ladylike," and "Orna, finish your
chicken."
"I’m not very hungry," said the little girl named Orna.
"You have to eat to be big and strong like Sandy."
The girl stole a glance at Sandy, who always sat at the front of the
room. The head counselor, who sat up straight and ate with the manners
of a queen, was known to be a star on her college volleyball team.
Orna loved volleyball so she resolutely went back to her chicken
breast.
"Is it true Sandy is on the Olympic team?" asked one of the girls.
"She might be," Casey said. "The Olympics isn’t for a couple more years."
"They have it every four years," another girl announced loudly.
"Big know it all," replied another.
"You didn’t know it."
"I know you’re a big cheater."
"Girls, that’s enough," Lisa said. "Ladies don’t bicker."
Her mind was still reeling from her session with Sandy that day, not
to mention the long orgy she had had with Sandy and Casey the night
before. Her body was also feeling the effects. Under her skirt, under
the fresh underwear she’d slipped on after a quick wash, her ass stung
where Sandy had hit her with her belt. Every time she thought bout it,
the shock and shame of what she’d gone through -- and even more, the
embarrassment at the fact that she’d liked getting spanked -- made her
blush furiously.
And being exposed to Uncle Ron like that! How could she even show her
face? Yet here she was, a proper little Pony, exercising discipline
under Sandy’s all seeing gaze.
Lisa glanced at Sandy and found the head counselor staring back at
her. Sandy was neither smiling nor frowning; it was impossible for
Lisa to guess what she was thinking. But her look was enough for her
to blush furiously and to squirm on the wooden bench.
Casey, who was sitting with her back to Sandy, noticed her bunkmate’s
reaction. She hoped Lisa wouldn’t do anything to make Sandy come over.
Casey didn’t even know about what the other two girls had done that
day. But she imagined something had happened after Sandy had found her
alone with the campers and then stalked off to find Lisa. And the
three of them had been making love in this very dining hall the night
before until the wee hours. So both had plenty to blush about.
Sandy, despite being redheaded, never blushed, Casey realized. Of
course. What could possibly shock or embarrass the head counselor?
Casey caught Lisa’s eye and the two girls exchanged guilty smiles.
Soon lunch came to an end, and each table took its turn bringing their
dirty dishes up to the kitchen counter. The two Ponies brought up the
rear of their group. As they stood together in line, Casey turned her
head and said to Lisa under her voice, "Sandy find you?"
To Casey’s amusement, Lisa blushed again and didn’t say anything.
"Well, you’ll have to tell me all about it," she chuckled.
The line started moving and Lisa gratefully moved forward.
After supervising the end of lunch, they marched their campers back to
Unit 1 for Quiet Time. During Quiet Time all the campers had to stay
indoors for 90 minutes, supposedly napping, though everyone spent the
time reading comic books or magazines, experimenting with different
hair styles, trying on each other’s clothes, writing in their diaries,
and so on. While the girls stayed inside, their counselors
traditionally sat at the picnic table near the center of the unit,
making sure no one came out of their cabins.
After all their girls had gone inside, Lisa and Casey strolled to the
picnic table as casually as they could.
"I want to hold your hand while we walk," Casey whispered.
"Anybody can see us just looking out the cabin window," Lisa said quickly.
"I know, I just wish we could. And I like saying it. I want your
tongue in my mouth."
"Casey!"
"What’s wrong with that? I like saying it. I like talking dirty to
another girl."
"I am so horny," said Lisa. "I want something inside me so bad."
"Poor thing!" Casey teased.
"Seriously," Lisa said. "You know what I mean."
Casey snickered. "Are you going to tell me where you were today?"
Lisa bit her lip. "You shouldn’t ask me."
"That good, huh?"
"Stop making fun of me."
"Then talk about what you want to do with me tonight," Casey said as
they sat down at the picnic table. "Do you want me?"
"Oh God, Casey."
"Tell me."
"I want to rub my whole body against you. I want to try to put all my
fingers in you like you did in Sandy last night. I want to make you
come like that -- what did she call it again?"
"‘Ejaculate.’"
"I want to make you ejaculate."
"I want you to try. I want your fingers in my pussy. God," she said,
squirming on the seat, "just saying it doesn’t help. It just makes me
want it more."
Lisa was silent for a minute. Then she said, "Shit, since we can’t
actually do anything I may as well tell you."
"Oh goody." Casey turned toward Lisa and listened as the black haired
girl gave her a censored version of what had gone on that morning. She
left out the part about Uncle Ron and went straight to the part about
being tied down. At least that was just her and Sandy. Getting spanked
with a belt and being made to say you were bad was embarrassing, but
being displayed for Uncle Ron’s enjoyment while he jacked off was
beyond humiliating. So she stuck to the scene in the woods.
"I guess Sandy’s done that to you, too," Lisa finished.
"What? Whipping me with a belt? No, no."
"I thought she did everything to you first."
Now it was Casey’s turn to blush and bite her lip. "Well...."
"Tell me something she’s done to you that I don’t know about. Come on,
I told you one."
"Well... promise me you won’t think it’s weird."
"Okay, I promise."
"Okay. Well, the other day Sandy took me to the same place she took
you this morning. And she tied me down on that tree that was there.
And she made me tell her what you and I had done in bed the night
before."
"Oh, wow."
"But wait -- that’s not it. I was lying on my back, you know, and she
was looking at me. She was looking at my cunt and not even touching me
while I was talking. She was making me tell her in the minutest detail
everything we did. And she was touching herself while I talked."
"Wow."
"But wait, that’s not it either."
"Jeez, Casey, what was it then?" By now, Lisa had guessed what it was,
since she was spying in the bushes that day. But she wanted Casey to
tell her what it was like.
"Just as I reached the climax of the story, and Sandy started coming,
she made me pee. She made me pee right there, lying down and all tied
up. And she looked at me and jacked off while I did it and she had an
orgasm. Right as she was coming she said do it, and I did it. And it
shot all over the place." Casey’s voice dropped and she looked
straight into Lisa’s eyes. "I pissed all over and Sandy was coming and
yelling at me ‘Do it, do it.’ And the whole time she never touched me.
I mean, she did later, but not yet."
"Gee."
"Lisa, you know what? I loved it. I loved pissing for her. I want to
do it for you too."
"Oh, Casey."
"You don’t think that’s weird, do you?"
"After all the things we’ve done? How could it be weirder than
anything else? It all just seems like it’s okay -- once you start,
everything’s allowed. You know?"
"Lisa, listen, Lisa. Just talking about it makes me want to do it for you."
"You mean now? You can’t do it here."
"Why not? Nobody can really see. We’re far enough away."
"Casey, I don’t know. You mean you want to do it right where you’re sitting?"
"I’m not wearing any underwear, and my skirt will hide it mostly. I
can ease forward so that it just shoots between my legs."
"But -- I won’t be able to even see it."
"Oh, Lisa, you’ll have plenty of chances to see it. Let me do it for
you now. Come on, I have to go, you know? Please, let me pee right
here for you."
"Well, okay, Casey."
"But in a second. I want to tell you something first." Casey closed
her eyes and tried to concentrate. "Listen to me. Remember the first
time we did anything?"
"Of course I remember."
"Remember when I kissed you for the first time? How you felt my
tongue? I want to think about that while I piss for you. Tell me you
remember when it felt like."
"Of course I do -- you had your hands on my shoulders and when I
turned my head, your mouth was right there, and two seconds later you
were kissing me, and I was so surprised, but I started getting turned
on..."
"Oh yeah Lisa," whispered the blond girl. "Tell me you liked it."
"I never felt anything like your kiss, Casey. I couldn’t believe I was
kissing somebody like you, I couldn’t believe it felt so good, and
your mouth was so hot and your tongue starting getting all wrapped up
in mine, and it turned me on. I was kissing you and every part of my
body was responding."
"Oh, Lisa, I’m going to do it for you."
"And when I tried to stop, you just started kissing me again, I
couldn’t resist, my cunt started getting wet..."
"Oh, yes, I’m doing it. It’s coming out of me."
"You wouldn’t stop kissing me, touching me, you had your hands on my
tits, and no girl ever put her hands on my tits before, and I was
wondering, ‘What’s happening to me?’"
"God I’m doing it. Oh shit, Lisa, I’m pissing for you."
"You have to kiss me again like that, Casey. You have to kiss me like
that all the time. I want it. I want your mouth and your hands on me.
I want your come and your tongue in my pussy. I want the piss that’s
coming out of you."
"Oh Jesus," whimpered Casey. "Oh shit, that’s it. A little more.
There. Oh Christ now I’m more turned on than ever." She opened her
eyes and saw Lisa looking back at her.
"How did that feel?"
"That felt so great. You should try it."
"I’ll do it if you want me to."
"Did it turn you on?" Casey asked.
"Of course it did."
"It feels fantastic."
The two teenaged lesbians spent the rest of the quiet time whispering
to each other about how horny they were and how much they wanted each
other.
At the end of the quiet time, the dining hall bell rang. The campers
spilled out of their cabins, full of energy again. It was time to play
volleyball with Unit 2.
Sandy, of course, refereed. The campers did all the playing, and Lisa
and Casey just chased down balls that were hit out of the court; Unit
2’s pony counselors, two other girls their age, did the same on their
side. They were Amy and Cynthia. Lisa had had Amy in her cabin a few
years before, when they were just campers; the girl was from upstate,
and Lisa tried to remember whether she was the one who snuck in the
bottle of crème de menthe that they all got horribly sick on one day
during Quiet Time.
One camper, trying to serve the volleyball, knocked it way off to the
side instead. The ground slanted downward in that direction, and Lisa
had to sprint to keep the ball from bouncing down into the woods. The
ball went to their team and the next serve also went curving off in
the wrong direction, with Amy chasing it down. Once the little girls
realized the counselors had to chase all the wayward balls, hardly any
serves came near the court; they were going all over the place, with
the ponies chasing after them and the girls cracking up laughing.
"Girls!" Sandy shouted. "That’ll be enough of that. Play right or
don’t play at all."
The girls immediately calmed down and staged a model volleyball game
for a while, but eventually a girl’s serve went unintentionally off
course. It bounced away past Lisa, who went scampering after it. She
heard other footsteps and was surprised to see Amy, the Unit 2 pony,
come after her. Lisa was so distracted that she missed the ball on her
first grab. It hit a tree root, bounced away from her, and went
bounding down the hill into the woods.
"Oh crap," she said, stopping. She turned in Amy’s direction,
expecting the other girl to stop near her, but Amy went running past,
went into a slide as the hill slanted down, and following the ball
into the woods, disappeared into the underbrush.
"What the heck?" Lisa said to herself. She stood uncertainly for a
second, then turned and gestured to Sandy and the volleyballers, who
were more than a hundred feet away. "It went down the hill," she
shouted.
Sandy wasn’t paying attention. Everyone was looking at the unfortunate
girl whose serve had gone awry.
Lisa cautiously made her way down the hill toward the underbrush.
"Amy?" she called. There was no answer.
She ducked around a blackberry tangle and into the woods. The heat of
the sun gave way to a slightly cooler shade, though in the middle of
the day it was just as hot in the woods as anywhere else. "Amy?" she
called again.
"I think I got it," came a voice. Lisa craned her neck. The woods were
heavily overgrown with scrub and low plants and she could see only a
flash of Amy’s white pony polo shirt.
Lisa inched forward, pushing shrubs and vines aside. Was this poison
ivy? She would have to scrub every inch of herself after this.
Finally Amy came into view, ducking through the brush carrying the
ball. "Hi Lisa," she said. Lisa realized that Amy had grown a good
deal since they had been campers together. Lisa could tell Amy was now
taller and heavier than her, and her muscular shoulders suggested she
was on some kind of athletic team. She had brunette hair tied in a
ponytail.
"Hi. Oh look, your shirt’s torn."
Amy looked down. "Oh darn."
With the volleyball tucked under Amy’s arm, the two emerged from the
woods, climbed the hill, and walked back through the shady campground.
The volleyball game had stopped, despite them having an extra ball,
and Sandy had made all the campers come around to one side of the net
-- all except one, the girl who had made the wayward serve. She was
standing alone on her side of the court.
"Let’s have that ball," Sandy ordered.
Amy heaved the ball to Sandy on the fly; the red haired girl caught it
gracefully and bounce passed it to the girl standing alone. She was
about ten years old, and her freckles stood out against her furiously
blushing face.
"Okay, Stacey, let’s see your serve."
Stacey took a step back and prepared to serve the ball, but Sandy made
her go all the way to the back of the court where you were supposed to
serve from. She punched the ball and it went over the net to the other
side, where another camper caught it.
Sandy blew her whistle. "That’s no way to play," she said. "That’s a
point for Stacey. Tammy, do you want to join Stacey on that side?"
"No."
"So play right. All you girls, if the ball comes to you, play it. It’s
about forty to one here, so surely you girls will have no problem."
She threw the ball to Stacey again and shouted "Serve!"
Stacey served the ball. It arced down toward the campers, one of them
set the ball, and another bumped it over the net, where it fell on
Stacey’s side.
"Point to the good campers," Sandy said. "Stacey, serve again."
Stacey served again, and again the campers played it back into the
vacant court on Stacey’s side. "Another point over here," Sandy said.
The girls cheered.
"It’s not fair," Stacey protested.
"It’s not fair to make people chase the ball into the woods, either,"
Sandy said. "Besides, you’ve got a point. It’s two to one. Lisa and
Amy," she went on without looking at them, "you two probably got into
some poison ivy -- go shower. All right Stacey," she said, clapping
her hands, "Don’t keep everyone waiting, serve the ball."
"I’m feeling a little itchy too," Casey volunteered.
"Whatever," Sandy said, intent on the volleyball game.
"Let’s shower at the pool," Casey said, trotting after the other two girls.
"Let’s," Lisa agreed.
"Why go all the way up there? We could just do it at my unit’s
showers," Amy said. She reached back and undid her ponytail, and her
brunette hair cascaded down around her shoulders.
"We could do it anywhere," Casey volunteered. Lisa rolled her eyes.
Lisa and Casey ran and got towels and a change of clothes from their
cabin and walked with Amy back to Unit 2. It felt strange to them to
be in someone else’s campground, because everything was reversed from
the layout of Unit 1. Even in the shower building in the center of the
unit behind the toilets, the layout was a mirror image.
The three girls took off their clothes, Lisa and Casey looking at each
other. Was Amy like them? Did she enjoy the touch of other teenaged
girls? They were about to find out.
Chapter 10
Lisa, Casey and Amy went into the Unit 2 showers, where the two cabin
mates began taking off their clothes un selfconsciously.
Lisa had just stripped off her polo shirt and her bra. She had already
hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties when she looked
over at Amy. The other Pony was still fully clothed, and she was
blushing. Her face was almost as pink as her ankle length socks.
Casey didn’t even notice. She was already flipping her panties into
the air with one foot and catching them. "That shower sure will feel
good," she said. "Hey, Amy, what’s the matter?"
The Unit 2 counselor clutched her towel in front of her. "I guess I’m
a little shy," she said.
"Oh, that’s all right," Lisa said. "It’s just us. We won’t bite."
"Or we might!" Casey said gaily. She snapped her towel at Lisa. "Ask
my bunkie how I bite."
"Casey, she’s embarrassed," Lisa said. "It’s all right," she said to
Amy. "Just pretend it’s the high school gym and we’re taking showers
after P.E."
"I go to Catholic school," Amy said. "We don’t take showers naked. We
wear bikinis. Some girls don’t even do that, they wear a one piece."
"Haven’t you ever been naked in front of other girls before?" Casey
asked, her eyes wide.
"No. Just the OB GYN, and then you’re sort of covered up anyway. Not
all the way naked."
Lisa thought that if she took control of the situation she might be
able to keep Casey from coming on too strong. Then again, Casey had
expertly seduced her, so there wasn’t much to worry about.
"Come on," Lisa said. "We’ll be cool."
Blushing like crazy, Amy skinned off her polo shirt. "This is so embarrassing."
"Don’t be silly," Casey said.
"Okay, here goes," Amy said. "Just don’t laugh or anything." She
pulled the sports bra off and her tits bounced free. As if deciding to
stop acting shy, she stood defiantly looking at the other two girls,
the bra hanging from her hand at her side.
Lisa and Casey gazed appreciatively at Amy’s substantial rack. "Amy,
you have excellent tits," Casey said.
Amy pursed her lips. "Chest," she muttered.
"What was that?"
"We have to say ‘chest.’ We can’t say breasts or... anything else."
"Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it," Casey said contritely. "You have a
beautiful chest."
Amy chuckled. "So are we going to take a shower or what?"
"Yeah, but you have to take your shorts off."
"Okay, but don’t look."
"Oh, come on, Casey, we don’t want to make her self conscious," Lisa
said. She pushed Casey toward the shower stalls. "We’ll wash your back
if you want," she called over her shoulder to Amy.
"Hey, wait for me," Amy said. "Don’t you want to watch me take my shorts off?"
The two cabin mates laughed and went into the shower room. It was a
large tiled room with a cracked concrete floor that felt wet and cold.
"There better be hot water," Casey said, turning the faucets.
Soon steam was pouring across the floor. "We better take it easy,"
Lisa said quietly to Casey. "We don’t want to freak her out."
"Yet," added Casey.
"Casey, not everyone is a slut like you. Or, um, me."
Casey laughed.
"She’s a good Catholic girl," Lisa said.
"Right," said Casey. "‘Don’t you want to watch me take my shorts off?’
She’ll be on her knees licking up your come in ten minutes."
The two girls got under the spray and began soaping themselves and
each other. Lisa cast a glance toward the entrance, but Amy hadn’t
appeared yet. She turned to Casey and began energetically soaping up
her tits.
"Hmm," Casey said. "Gee, thanks, counselor Lisa."
"This is a full service camp," Lisa giggled. "God, I’m still so horny.
If Amy doesn’t want to play, stay behind with me, okay? I’ve got to
get your fingers in me."
"Right, because you’re not a big slut like me."
"God, I love touching your body. It still blows my mind as much as it
did the first night."
"Mmm, you be good to my mind blowing body," Casey purred, "and you’ll
get it as much as you want."
"Just touching you turns me on so much."
"Why don’t you kiss me?" Casey asked.
"I don’t want Amy to see us."
Suddenly Amy was right there under the water with them. "I think I’ve
already seen enough," Amy said.
Lisa was embarrassed, but Casey said, "Sorry, Amy, we were just fooling around."
"Oh really?"
"Really," Casey smiled.
Lisa admired Casey’s élan. The blond girl seemed to have the ability
to gauge the situation and act in whatever way was needed. If Sandy
wanted her to crawl and beg, she’d do it. If she needed to be the
confident, casual one who seduced a nice girl by making everything
seem like not a big deal, she’d do that too. And she could also be the
towel dropping dumb blonde who’d seduced Lisa that first day.
Who was Casey really? wondered Lisa. Perhaps she wasn’t even really in
thrall to Sandy, but only acted that way to please the redhead.
"Can you guys soap me up?" Amy asked. "I’m pretty dirty."
"Oh really," Lisa gulped. "We can do that."
The two cabin mates each grabbed a bar of soap and set about lathering
Amy. The brunette threw her head back as the girls’ hands explored her
body. After a few moments, Casey passed her soapy hands between Amy’s
legs and across her cunt.
"Oh," Amy said. "So that’s it."
"That’s it, Amy," Casey breathed. She moved her hands to Amy’s
breasts. "And so is this."
"Oh my," Amy said.
"And so is this," Lisa said, shifting her soapy hands to her cabin
mate’s body. She stood behind Casey, who turned her mouth toward hers.
The two counselors kissed passionately, and Casey was so distracted
she stopped her exploration of Amy’s tits.
"Hey, not too fast," Amy said. "You guys keep getting ahead."
Casey took Amy’s hand and drew her close, pressing against her body.
Now Casey was between the two others. "Get me soapy, Amy," she said.
"I’m pretty dirty too. Even though I didn’t go into the woods like you
two. What were you guys doing down there?"
"Having a ball," Amy said. She pressed her tits against the blonde
girl. "Mmm, that feels so good. It feels good everywhere." Casey’s
hand passed between Amy’s legs again. "Especially there," Amy said,
wide-eyed.
"I think Amy’s losing some of that shyness," Casey said. "Stand over
here, Lisa, and we can have a circle jerk. I’ll do Amy, she can do
you, and you do me."
The three girls stood together, rubbing each other’s cunts. Amy’s hand
was between Lisa’s legs; the inexperienced girl didn’t really know
what she was doing, and being rubbed there only made her more horny,
not less.
But Amy was being done by the expert Casey, and she was already
swaying. "Oh my god," she said. "That’s not, that’s not right. Oh, I
said I wouldn’t do this anymore."
"Oh, you have done this?" Lisa asked.
"No!" the brunette protested. "Just... you know... myself. I promised
I would stop. But it feels so good, and I wanted to do it all the
time. There’s this girl named Cris at school who takes showers in
underwear instead of a swimsuit and the underpants would get all wet
and you could see through them..." She couldn’t say any more, but
swayed and pushed against Casey’s hand.
Lisa took up the story as she swirled her hand against Casey’s cunt.
"And you would find yourself thinking about that girl’s cunt when you
were alone and trying not to masturbate," Lisa said. "Her dark cunt
hair against her wet panties."
"Oh no," Amy squealed. She staggered and regained her feet a few steps
away. Raising her head, she looked at the two girls, her eyes wide.
"Oh gosh. Look at you two -- what are we doing?!"
Casey and Lisa were kissing deeply, their hands on each other. Lisa
reached out for Amy. "Come on, Amy, come back here, I want to make you
feel good."
Amy pressed her hand to her forehead. "What am I doing?" she said
again. "This is horrible!"
"You don’t really think it’s horrible," Casey said. "It’s not. It’s nice."
"No, it’s wrong."
"But in a good way," Lisa said. "Come on, Amy, don’t freak out. Things
were going so well."
Amy looked as if she were on the verge of running out. But then she
trembled. "I... I want to."
"Sure."
"Just... Oh, I don’t know."
"Here," Casey said. "Come over here under the water. Lisa’s going to
stand behind you and play with you, and I’m going to just stay with
you and I won’t let you fall."
Amy came back and Lisa put her arms around her, then dropped her hand
to Amy’s pussy. She hadn’t gotten a good look at it before Casey
started spreading suds on it. Now she found there was almost no cunt
hair down there at all.
"My God, Amy," Lisa said. "Your cunt is so smooth."
"Ohh," Amy said fretfully, as if not having much hair embarrassed her.
"Do you shave it?"
"No, of course not!"
"But I like it… such a smooth little one."
"We have to say…" Amy’s breath caught in her throat as Casey’s fingers
found her nipples. "We’re not allowed to use bad words. We have to say
vagina. But then most people don’t even say that, they just say ‘my
thing’ or ‘down there.’"
"But we say ‘cunt,’" Casey said. "We say ‘pussy’ and ‘hole’ and
everything else. We say cunt and shit and prick and piss…"
"Oh my God," Amy said.
Lisa pressed her naked body against Amy, rubbing her tits against the
girl’s muscular back. She started drawing her fingertips up and down
the brunette’s cunt lips. She had little hair and not much in the way
of external cunt lips; for all her body’s strength and muscularity,
and despite the fact that her tits were round and her nipples were
standing at attention under Casey’s fingers, Amy’s cunt was like a
child’s. It felt strange to touch after Casey and Sandy’s hairy,
swelling, gaping vaginas.
Casey had finally calmed down and adjusted to Amy’s level of arousal,
though she was doing her best to heighten it, twirling her nipples
between her fingertips and whispering to the girl. "It’s all right to
use the dirty words," she murmured, "if you actually do the things
they talk about."
"Oh, none of it’s all right… It just feels so good."
Lisa got her hands soapy again and began pushing gently into Amy,
making the inexperienced girl moan in a high, girlish voice. The more
she touched Amy, the more noise Amy made, but she didn’t get very
loud, just moaned and squealed.
Lisa began hunting for Amy’s clit, and when she found it, Amy shouted,
"Oh shoo!"
Casey looked at Lisa and the two girls exchanged amused looks.
"What was that?" Lisa said. "Did I make you feel good?"
"Oh," Amy said in her fretful voice again.
"Go on, admit it, Amy," said Casey.
"Of course, of course it feels good. Oh God!" she said as Lisa
strummed her clitoris again.
Lisa began touching Amy there with a circular motion, her fingers only
a millimeter apart. She couldn’t quite feel Amy’s clit, but it must be
in there somewhere. Like everything else about the athletic girl it
must be internal, hidden from easy touches and glances. You had to
tease it out. Not like Casey’s clit, which swelled against Lisa’s
tongue.
She wanted to really see Amy’s cunt, but kneeling on the cold concrete
floor would be impossible for long. Then she noticed a pair of
forgotten flipflops in a corner of the shower room. She told Casey to
take her place behind Amy, went and got the flipflops, and positioned
them in front of the shy girl. Then she knelt down, her knees sinking
into the rubber.
The stream of hot water was striking Amy between the tits and
sprinkling down in Lisa’s face. The black haired girl splashed some of
the water on Amy’s crotch until it was free of soapsuds. She was
surprised to see some stubble and short dark hairs above and around
Amy’s gash. If the girl didn’t shave, maybe she plucked.
Whatever -- Lisa was more interested in the shape of Amy’s vulva. As
her fingers had told her, it was small and close around her cunt,
though the lack of hair made the slit even more obvious. She bent her
head forward.
The water splashed around her noisily and she couldn’t hear much as
she knelt there, but she did hear Amy’s high pitched moan as she
pressed her lips against the shy girl’s cunt. Opening her mouth and
gently thrusting out her tongue, Lisa began exploring.
It was so thrilling to have yet another girl exposed to her! Only a
few weeks ago, she’d never even seen another girl’s pussy up close.
Now she had seen and made love to two other girls, and this was the
third.
How pretty girls were, how soft and luscious, how delicious. And how
different their cunts all were, some with wiry hair like Sandy’s, some
with soft hair like Casey’s, some with almost none. Some were
swelling, tangled rose petals that parted to reveal even more petals;
this one was smooth and all inside.
She licked the naked pussy, teasing the lips into separating and
admitting her tongue. Amy shifted, spreading her legs, and from time
to time Lisa could hear her excited reaction, but mostly this was like
diving underwater for the pearl hidden between Amy’s legs. When Lisa
finally found it, her own cunt throbbed with excitement.
The nub of Amy’s clit pulsed in her mouth. Lisa licked it gently with
short, soft strokes, like a kitten licking cream off a finger, until
she felt Amy push back and try to lower her twat further into Lisa’s
mouth.
Chuckling to herself, Lisa brought up two fingers and slid them gently
up into Amy’s pussy. To her surprise, the pussy opened easily, so that
it was only a little time before she could slide a third finger into
the hot wetness of the shy teenager’s cunt.
Amy began to fuck up and down on Lisa’s hand, her muscular legs
working the rest of her body. Lisa had to push hard to keep Amy’s clit
at mouth level.
Now she could hear Amy grunting and panting loudly. "Oh my God, oh my
God," she kept saying over and over. "Augghhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her
cunt spasmed against Lisa’s hand, so hard it actually alarmed the
kneeling girl. Amy came hard on her fingers, and Lisa realized that
among the hot water streaming down over her was a stream of hot liquid
coming from Amy’s cunt -- just as Sandy had squirted when Casey fisted
her. It was like a hot stream of piss shooting over her, but it wasn’t
piss, it didn’t smell like it at all.
In any case, she couldn’t go anywhere with Amy nearly crushing her
hand in her cunt’s tight grip. Amy’s vagina contracted and relaxed in
waves, and it seemed as if the waves would go on forever. Lisa’s
fingers were being painfully smushed together, while at the same time
it felt as if Amy were trying to pull her whole hand inside her, the
way Sandy had taken Casey’s whole hand.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Amy kept saying. She bent her knees and swayed, dragging
Lisa off balance.
Finally Amy stopped coming and Lisa’s hand slid out of her, covered in
Amy’s juices. As Amy turned around and began passionately kissing
Casey, who had been stroking her tits and whispering filthy words into
her ear, Lisa rolled off to the side and stumbled to a bench placed
against the wall. She sat on it with her legs thrust outward, and took
the wet hand and stuck it in between her legs, pushing as many fingers
inside as she could.
She had been horny all day. Now she was even hornier.
Chapter 11
Lisa sat on the bench, digging her fingers into her own cunt.
Under the steaming shower, Amy and Casey were shamelessly groping and
clutching each other, their tongues pushing into each other’s mouths,
their tits crushed between them.
"Oh God, Casey," Amy said, throwing her head back, "your hands drive me crazy!"
Casey sucked one of Amy’s tits into her mouth and glanced over at
Lisa, winking.
Yeah, that’s just great, Lisa thought. You got another one, Casey. Way
to go. Meanwhile I’m sitting here the horniest I’ve ever been. I want
your fingers up inside me so bad, and you’re still busy with Amy.
As if reading her mind, Casey gave a shrugging motion with one hand as
if to say, Well, what can I do about it now?
Lisa slumped on the bench, masturbating furiously. The sight of the
two teenaged lesbians was certainly provocative, but it also
frustrated her. She would have liked to be in Casey’s arms, or
sandwiched between her and Amy, having both of them feel her up.
Staring fixedly at the two nubile girls, Lisa tried imagining what
that would be like -- four hands wandering around her torso, many
fingers exploring her mouth and cunt and rubbing between her ass
cheeks.
It was an image which, on any other day, might drive her to a
shattering climax. But today she was too far gone for that. She needed
one thing. She needed to be fucked.
The two girls were on their knees under the steaming shower. Suddenly
fed up, Lisa dropped her hand from between her legs, stood up, marched
over and turned off the water.
The two girls looked up at her in surprise.
"It’s getting late, you guys. Somebody’s going to see you."
The girls giggled. Lisa put her hands on her hips. "Get dried off and
get dressed," she said harshly. Suddenly she sounded a little like
Sandy. "Get back to your jobs. I have to get something taken care of."
"I’ll bet you do," Casey said.
Lisa dried off quickly and pulled on her clothes while the other two
were still playfully drying each other and giggling as they did so.
She left them behind and went out of the building and across the
grounds of Unit 2 to the road leading to the rest of the camp.
After a minute she met the Unit 2 campers, being led by their other
Pony counselor, Cynthia. "Where’s Amy?" Cynthia asked. She looked
tired and dusty.
"Still getting dressed," Lisa said. "You might want to stick your head
in there to see if she’s finished, before letting these guys in. She
tore up her leg a little when she went into the woods after the ball,
and she’s putting a bandage on it."
"Oh, okay. Girls, you go to your cabins first."
"But I gotta go!" a couple of campers chorused.
Lisa left them and strode up the road to the main part of camp. Then
she turned up toward the dining hall, but before reaching it turned
off onto a rarely traveled lane.
She knew what she was going to do. Since she couldn’t depend on any of
her lesbian lovers to satisfy her undeniable need, she would have to
make do with Uncle Ron. As this was the same time of day when Sandy
had marched her into Uncle Ron’s house while the camp director was
sitting on his bed jacking off, Lisa guessed she might find him in the
same attitude. Getting him to fuck her should be easy.
The yellow house was in a clearing by itself. A green lawn, sloppily
maintained by Eddie, turned to weeds at the edges of the clearing
before the woods themselves started, as if Eddie were trying to reduce
the overall size of the yard, and thus his work, by coaxing the woods
closer.
Next to the house was a gravel driveway with the camp director’s
Saturn. Saturday night and Sunday morning was Uncle Ron’s day off, and
his wife, Aunt Nancy, parked her Windstar van in the driveway when she
visited. Lisa gave a brief thought to wondering what they did in those
house on those visits, but decided she didn’t want to think about it.
She mounted the three cement steps that led up to the front door,
paused for a moment, then went in without knocking.
The kitchen was quiet. Scattered on the table were catalogs from
athletic supply and hardware companies, and on the dish drainer were a
few dishes the might be from Ron’s breakfast -- a cereal dish, a
spoon, a coffee cup.
Lisa heard noises from the back of the house. She crept through the
kitchen toward the door to the hallway that led to the bedroom.
She heard someone whispering intently, and what sounded like growling
sounds in response. The growling voice was low, and it sounded like
Uncle Ron. Then she heard a slapping sound.
Lisa tiptoed into the dark hallway. She sensed she was about to see
something terrible, but she was long past the point where she could
turn away.
The door to Ron’s bedroom was open, and when Lisa finally could see
inside, she stifled a gasp.
Sandy was on the bed with the camp director. Both of them were stark naked.
The man was on his knees, facing away from Sandy. On his head he wore
what looked like a bridle for a horse, and between his teeth he bit
down on a leather bit. Sandy held the reins to the bridle in one hand;
in the other she held a riding crop. As Lisa watched in astonishment,
she brought the instrument down on Ron’s thigh. Judging from the red
welts on the leg, Sandy had already struck the man several times.
Even more amazing was that Sandy was wearing something around her
waist, a belt or harness of some kind, and she seemed to be fucking
Ron as she knelt behind him and pulled on the reins with one hand and
whipped him with the other. As Sandy swayed backward, Lisa saw a long
black prick coming out of Sandy and leading into Ron’s ass. A moment
later she realized the prick was fastened to Sandy with the harness.
"Are you a good little horsey?" Sandy spat at Ron.
"Uh huh," he grunted. With the bit in his mouth, he couldn’t really
say anything else.
Lisa leaned against the doorway, watching the scene in complete shock.
It seemed that every time she saw Sandy, the redhead showed her
something ten times dirtier than the last time. It was one thing when
she barged into her cabin and stuck her tongue down her throat. It was
another thing when she tied Casey to the log and fucked her with a
dildo. It was still another when she dragged her in here and made her
expose her ass to Uncle Ron.
But this -- this weird act -- was unbelievable.
Who was Sandy? What was she? Is this how adults acted? Is this how
lesbians behaved? Or was Sandy unique -- perhaps from some other
planet?
To her amazement, Sandy was clearly turned on. The red-haired girl’s
athletic butt swayed back and forth as she shoved the long, black
dildo into Ron. Her movements weren’t merely dutiful or forced, Lisa
could see. Sandy’s mouth was open and she was breathing hard. She
thrust the hard thing into the man as if pushing harder felt good to
her. Then Lisa understood that the base of the dildo was pushing up
against Sandy’s clit.
Ron grunted something and Sandy pushed harder.
"Horsey likes it. Horsey likes it," Sandy panted.
She brought the riding crop down on Ron’s flank and pushed into him
again and again.
Despite the strangeness of the scene, Lisa found herself riveted. The
idea that Ron actually did seem to like being fucked in the ass; the
idea that implements like the ones Sandy was using -- the bridle
apparently made for people, the harness for the long black dildo, the
dildo itself -- all these showed that there was much more to sex than
she’d ever realized.
She’d learned so much since coming to camp.
Still badly needing to get fucked, she watched Sandy sway back and
forth as master of the long, black prick. The hard implement caught
her attention. That was exactly what she needed to satisfy her.
Desire sparked in Lisa again as she leaned against the doorway
watching her red-haired lover approach orgasm. The longer Lisa
watched, the less Ron mattered. Lisa saw only the masterful girl
riding him like a bronco buster, pushing her wet pussy against the
base of the dildo, her tits bobbing freely, her curly red cunt almost
completely hidden by the sex rig.
Lisa opened her shorts and let them drop to the floor, followed by her
panties. She had done this so many times in the last few weeks that
she now did it without thinking.
She opened her legs and touched herself, the loamy smell of her
overstimulated pussy floating out into the room.
Sandy turned her head and saw Lisa, who met her eyes with a pleading
expression.
It was Sandy’s turn to be surprised. She supposed that Casey and Lisa
would be busy with Amy all afternoon, but somehow the black-haired
Pony had found her way to Sandy after all.
It seemed that Lisa kept stumbling on Sandy’s scenes before Sandy
intended. She had snuck up on her and Casey when she tied Casey to the
log and fucked her with the dildo, and now she had shown up here.
But Sandy didn’t have much time to evaluate the situation. She was
fucking the camp director, and she was already plenty excited. The
sight of Lisa standing there open-mouthed with her fingers rubbing her
own snatch was enough to send her over the edge.
"Oh God you fucking slut," Sandy moaned, shoving the dildo as deeply
as she could into the man’s ass. Ron groaned in response, but Sandy
had meant that endearment for Lisa, not him. Or maybe he was just
reacting to the penetration.
"Urh - rr - rr - rr!" Sandy grunted, coming on the dildo. Moving her
hips back and forth spastically, she swung the riding crop and brought
it down hard on Ron’s blistered flesh again and again.
A sound emerged from Ron’s throat, both deep and high-pitched, a sort
of scream, muffled by the bit in his mouth.
Sandy heedlessly shot the dildo deep into his ass, feeling only the
explosion in her cunt caused by the pressure of the flat base of the
rubber dick against her clitoris.
Lisa creamed on her fingers, she clutched a breast in one hand and
squeezed it, reveling in Sandy’s orgasm. Soon she would be the one
making Sandy come.
Ron kept making noise. His whole body began shaking. Lisa hadn’t
noticed before, because he had been gripping the iron bar at the head
of the bed, but his wrists were chained there as well. He was jerking
all around, no doubt in response to Sandy’s movements.
Sandy hit him a few more times with the riding crop, then tossed it
away and shoved her hand between her legs, digging under the straps of
the harness to reach her clit. "Oh God!" she shouted as she reached
it, managing to extend her orgasm a little longer.
Lisa moaned with helpless desire, her fingers blurring on her own
clit. She no longer cared if Ron saw her; he didn’t matter. She just
wanted him to finish so she could climb up there and let Sandy fuck
the living daylights out of her too.
Finally both Sandy and Ron were still. Sandy sank back onto her heels,
the black dildo sliding out of Ron’s ass, though it was so long that
the head still penetrated him.
Lisa pushed herself forward. "Me," she pleaded. "Now me. I want to be fucked --"
Sandy blanched and shot a glance toward Ron. She didn’t want this to
go too far. But the camp director lay still.
Sandy sighed and inched backward on the bed until the head of the cock
dropped out of Ron’s ass. "Not now," she said quietly. "In any case I
have to clean this before doing anything else with it."
Lisa jumped up on the bed and wrapped her arms around Sandy from
behind. "I want you," she whispered. "Please. I’ve felt like I’m going
crazy all day."
Sandy patted Lisa on the hand before disengaging herself from her
arms. "Okay, but like I say, we’ve got some cleaning up to do. And it
probably wasn’t the greatest idea to barge in here like this."
The two girls hopped off the bed.
Lisa glanced over at Ron. "He’s awfully quiet."
Sandy went up to him. Ron’s eyes were open and unseeing, a glazed
expression on his face. "Oh for Christ’s sake," she said. "I think
he’s dead. I thought he was coming."
"Oh my God, Sandy, what are we going to do?"
Sandy stood and thought for a minute. "Only one thing to do," she
said. "Get your clothes on but don’t touch anything."
Sandy unbuckled the harness and removed the dildo from it. Putting the
harness into a cloth shoulder bag, she took the dildo and shoved it
back up Ron’s ass. The camp director didn’t make a sound this time.
"What happened?" gasped Lisa.
"Must have had a heart attack."
"Oh my God," Lisa said again.
"At least he died doing what he loved." Sandy looked around the room
as she pulled on her clothes. "Let’s get out of here."
"Where?"
"I don’t know about you, but I’m not sticking around for the rest of
this mess. Get the car keys from his pocket."
Having gotten her clothes on at lightning speed, Sandy came up to Lisa
and put her hands on the girl’s waist. "Think fast, Lisa. This is a
one-time offer. You want to come with me, or you want to stay here?"
"But-- but where are you going?"
"As far as I can get. California, probably. I’ll dump the Saturn in
the nearest city and get some sucker to take me out there. How about
it, Lisa? You and me, out in San Francisco -- you think you’d like
that?"
A lump rose in Lisa’s throat. "I’d like that a lot," she said. "But
I’m only 16. I’m not ready to leave home."
Sandy nodded. "You’re right. But here -- write down your email."
Sandy found a scrap of paper and handed it to Lisa, who wrote an
address with shaking hands.
"Keep the account active. In a couple years, if I’ve managed to stay
clear of the cops, I’ll write you. Then maybe we can get together."
"That would be nice." Tears began to roll down Lisa’s face.
"Don’t cry, kid. Jeez." Sandy bent her head forward and kissed Lisa
passionately, her tongue filling the black-haired girl’s mouth for the
last time.
Then she said, "Now scoot. Go out the back door and down that path
into the woods -- remember the one we came up when we were here
before? Go to your unit and sneak into your cabin. Then come out and
get your campers up to dinner like nothing happened. When dinner
starts and I’m not there, don’t say anything, don’t do anything. Act
just as clueless as everybody else. And don’t tell anybody what
happened or where I’m going. Got it?"
"Sure, Sandy."
"Get going. Have a good summer."
Lisa let herself silently out the back door and slipped into the
woods. She cried when she heard the car’s engine start, but then she
made herself stop. By the time she got back to her campers, she would
have to pretend like nothing was wrong.
Two years, she said to herself as she trotted up the path toward Unit
1. That seems like forever.
But as she let herself into her cabin, she saw Casey napping on her
bunk. Stirring at the sound, Casey rolled over and opened her arms to
Lisa.
On the other hand, Lisa thought, I do have something to keep me busy.
And the two lesbians melted into each other’s arms once again.
- 30 -
LESBIAN CAMP GIRLS. Copyright © 2006 by Mark Pritchard. All rights reserved.
Also by Mark Pritchard:
Too Beautiful and Other Stories
How I Adore You
Make Nice
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