Gone Camping

[D_Darius Danglers]

I posted another story called Ginny here a while ago. It was very vanilla and, as I've been told, too predictable. In this new one I plan to start it off pretty vanilla but then really mix it up and add a few twists here and there. Thanks to all the people who gave me input on my last story, esp. Jordan85 who encouraged me to step out of my safe zone and try walking in someone else is shoes. I've tried to take all you told me and use it here. Comments and criticisms welcome. Like Ginny I'll be posting in parts.

N.B.: Some of the characters are going to have asshole streaks, even the main character. This is because I wanted to create a story in which there are no real 'good' people to make it a little less predictable. Just a heads up. Also I'm sort of just typing and posting almost immediately with a quick spell check so forgive me for errors, have school work to do too :tongue:.

 

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The bus was finally pulling into the park station. After a nine hour drive all I had left was a short car trip and I’d be able to take a much needed shower and have a good night’s sleep. I could see a van waiting for all the late arrivals with someone holding up a card with my name (Trevor) scrawled across it, and thankfully it seemed like I was the only one coming at this time. Sure enough, as soon as they picked me up we set off for the camp Woodchuck Camp-a-thon.

When I had started off on the long bus trip I had been full of apprehension. I didn’t want to go on some stupid camp trip with a bunch of strangers. I had just gotten out of high school; all those years of torment by the jocks, and especially by my nemesis Absinthe (stupid name), were supposed to be over but now I was going straight back into it. I just wanted to stay at home, even if there wasn’t much to do. But this was ‘tradition’. At least that’s how my Dad forced me onto it.

He and his brothers, as well as my two older brothers, had all gone to this same camp when they finished school. It wasn’t one of those serious out-doorsy camp trips with the tents and bears and stuff. The Woodchuck camp-a-thon was actually a chance for spoilt little rich kids to come to some spoilt big rich kid’s private lodge and pretend camp by sitting around fires telling ghost stories and sleeping in bunks. Oh, and there’s a lake to swim in too, with fish. That’s about it. The food is all cooked in kitchens and brought in the vans for everyone, the rooms are cleaned by private staff and the nearest town is about 1 mile away. Just some rich kid trying to satisfy an outdoor fetish or something.

Us big’uns were just there to watch over the young’uns and make sure no one drowned. Only a select few older guys could come though, mostly the rich kid’s friends since this was really just a chance for all the horny teens to make-out. In fact the only reason me and my brothers could even come was because on my Dad’s first trip here, when he came with his brothers, he became fast friends with the rich kid of the time (who is now the dad of the current host) so we just get auto-invites even though we don’t know anyone there. My brothers had a blast when they came, but I’m not as outgoing as them.

Back to the present, I was actually beginning to feel a bit of optimism creeping in as we got off the main road to enter a more wooded area. After all, nobody here knew me. I could be anyone I wanted to be if I tried hard enough. Heck, I could even pass for one of the cool kids; I knew their entire routine from watching and envying them all the time at my old school. First impressions, that’s what counted. If I pulled it off right who knows, maybe, just maybe, I could even catch a pretty (and hopefully horny) girl’s eye. As unlikely as that seemed I couldn’t help but grin as I tried to make myself look less travel worn. I had to make a killer first impression.
All this talk of first impressions made some of the apprehension from earlier try to creep back in, but I fought it back, even as memories of my first encounter with Absinthe (bitch) resurfaced.

 

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My old school sucked. We’re from a small unknown town in the boonies and it is the only high school there. It’s pathetic by any standards but that didn’t stop people from thinking big of themselves because they got a little recognition there. The jocks were the only real clique there, and no matter how much they sucked against other schools they always had big heads and streams of girls following them. I wasn’t necessarily an uncool kid, I was just sorted of near the bottom of the pile. The Jocks ignored me and picked on other people to make themselves feel better. Until that one day.

I’m a teenager, right? This means I’m always horny, and at some point I wanted something other than my fist for company. I’m not stupid enough to try for any of the popular girls, so I set my standards lower. Much lower. There was this girl named Absinthe in my class. Like me she was sort of just there, not popular, not unpopular. But the thing about her was she was Goth. The only Goth in the entire school. She was fat (okay, more like really chubby but I hate her so I’ll call her fat) and, like me, spent most of her time on the internet at home. She wrote a lot of poems and I honestly didn’t get most of them but none of that was important. All that mattered was she was a rather unattractive and untaken girl who would probably jump at the first guy to cross her path. I would like to lie and say I wanted a meaningful relationship but the truth was I just wanted to feel her big tits and maybe more.

So one afternoon, in the cafeteria, she is sitting there by herself as usual. I decide to make my move; I’m just gonna walk up, introduce myself, quote a line out of one of her poems and say I liked it. Then let things develop from there. It all goes just as planned until the point where she is supposed to say ‘Oh, thanks! That’s so nice of you. Want to sit with me.’

Instead she just looks at me. Then she continues looking at me. Finally, she says “What. The. Fuck.”
It was just loud enough to grab the attention of the nearby tables without drawing any unwanted teacher attention. I can see some people turning to look and listen in, including the jocks’ table. Worst of all she seems to actually be waiting for a reply. Before I can come up with one her eyes drop from my face to my groin and a smile breaks out on her face.

“Are you kidding me? You got a boner just from talking to me?” Suddenly it felt like the entire world was looking at my crotch. I looked too, even though I knew I didn’t have a boner. There was a distinct bulge in my pants that probably would have counted as a boner for someone with an average sized penis. But mine is well above average, and to make matters worse I’m not much of a grower so even semi, as I was now in the heat of the room, it was a sight to behold. I heard one of the girls on the jock table saying ‘Oh my God!’ I didn’t know what to do. So I stayed right where I was, without covering my crotch, as I tried to think of a way to explain the bulge.

“Get that thing out of my face, Boner!” she said as she leaned away from me. And just like that, I had a nickname and the jocks had a new target. I finally realised I should just retreat and I did, amidst laughter and cat-calls. For the next 3 years of my life I had to put up with shouts of my new name in corridors, random attempts at public pantsing and girls giggling mockingly when I passed. And worse still, the fat bitch is popularity soared after the incident, and anytime she needed a boost to her growing ego she would seek me out and talk dirty to me in public. I hated my life, with a passion. Which is why I needed to make this work. And since Absinthe wasn’t there to reveal my embarrassing past, I would make this work.

 

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And I did make it work, although I couldn’t have done it on my own. I arrived at boys’ cabins to find that I wasn’t the only newbie in a group of close friends. I was set upon by a guy named Jeremy Tucker, or J.T., as soon as I arrived. He was also a new face in the group, but unlike me he was a natural people person and as soon as he found out I wasn’t part of the established crowd he latched onto me proclaiming newbies should stick together. He took me around to the friends he had already made and they gladly accepted me. This lead to a pleasant surprise; all these guys, just about all of whom were cardboard cut outs from the book of jocks, were actually really cool to hang out with. Sure I left most of the talking to J.T., but whenever I did put in my two cents no one mocked me or rolled their eyes or whatever. They treated me like an equal, I was actually being accepted by the type of people I had hated, envied and feared for a large part of my high school days. And it felt really damn good!

Eventually I grudgingly left the group to go get that much needed shower (the good natured complaints were piling up). And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better I found out I had my own room, with my own key and my own bathroom. Sure the bathroom was tiny; just a shower and enough space to move between the sink and toilet, but who cared! It was mine, all mine!

You have to understand, my family isn’t particularly well off. I would have gotten my own room instead of having to share a bunk with my little sister when my brothers moved out, but that’s when my mom started a business out of the house and converted their room into a storeroom. Imagine what it’s like for a teenage guy with no privacy and an overactive sex drive. I was terrified of being caught jerking off at school and my sister was an introvert just like me so she was always at home in our room. Always! When I tried to do it at home in the bathroom I was sure everyone could hear me so my only option was to pay to use the toilets at the mall, which kind of added up after a while.

So now as I showered, in complete privacy, my cock began filling out at the thought of spending a nice long session stroking out a good one. I got out of the shower checked the door and curtains one more time, then loaded up my best smut on my ancient laptop. I lay back on the bed and let my 9 and a half inches of glory stick unashamedly up above me as I set up my usual slide show; pictures that didn’t have any faces.

Now comes the irony; I was hot for Absinthe. About 95% of my jerk off fantasies had been about her since she humiliated me. Not because I was into the humiliation thing (usually not) but because I wanted to fuck her. I really wanted to just Fuck her, pay her back for looking down on me by screwing her to pieces. As I slowly peeled my foreskin back to expose my fat glistening head a pic of a huge cock came on with a girl trying but failing to hold it with both her hands. No faces in any of the pics, so it was easy for me to imagine her in there.
“Yeah, you’re surprised I have such a big fucking dick, huh?” I start slowly stroking my throbbing shaft, letting my foreskin ride back and forth over my red swollen glans as I cup my balls and gently squeeze them. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

The next pic is of a different but equally large cock with the head just inside a girl’s mouth. One of her hands is holding the middle of the long shaft while the other rests on the man’s thigh. Even though the guy is also holding the base of his cock in a fist there is still plenty of visible shaft on either side of her hand. I spit in my hand and use it to firmly rub my sensitive glans. “Work that head. Yeah, just like that. This is the boner you’ve always wanted right? Come on, you can take more than that. Work it.”

As if in response the next pick had a side view of a girl with much more cock stuffed into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out where the imprint of the head was. I start working my cockhead harder now, squeezing and pulling my balls far away from my body. My glans is no longer so sensitive so I spit in my hand again and begin sliding my hand up and down my cock, from mid-shaft up to the tip and back again. The next series of pics have more shots of blowjobs and double fisted hand jobs, including one girl making a spirited attempt to deepthroat a real monster.

All thoughts of making this session last flee my mind as I move my hand from my balls to the base of my cock so I can hold the lengthy organ steady as my other hand goes to town on it. I shift between looking at the screen and admiring just how large my cock is. I never get to see it clearly in a well lit room like this, with all the texture of the shaft and the incredible smoothness of the glans, and right now it looks incredible. The intricate network of large and small veins running all along and around its length are getting stretched and compressed repeatedly as my blurred had tries to coax an orgasm out of this burgeoning beast. So much of my cock is going unused as one hand holds it in a full fist at the base and the other works the tip, and I’m now using the small stream of pre-cum that’s oozing out of me at a constant rate for lubrication. Despite the incredible sensations I feel I can’t believe this is actually my cock. It looks bigger than any cock I’ve ever seen in a porno and it’s almost as if my hands are trying satisfy someone else is giant cock.

My swollen prostate finally loses the battle to contain my boiling cum and as I feel it start welling up from the base of my cock I turn back to look at the screen just in time to see a guy pressing his cockhead down onto a nice pink meaty pussy, pushing the lips firmly apart. A blast of cum shoots almost 2 feet into the air and I turn to watch as before the first even finishes splattering on my thighs a second shoots out to almost the same height. I can feel each spurt firing from the base of my cock, surging through the thick tube of my shaft to erupt in all its milky glory from the tip as both my hands squeeze and tug on my large member, sustaining my incredible orgasm. After what seems like forever my fountain ebbs to a stream and then stops.

I managed to get most of my come to land on my thighs or around the base of my cock, while the towel I had thoughtfully spread over the bed prevented my cum from staining the cover. I was revelling in the feeling of one of my most intense orgasms of my life. I couldn’t believe I had come so much, especially since I hadn’t even gotten to the real fucking or anal (which is the part I would most like to impose on Absinthe) on my slideshow. I decided to take it as a good sign. Things were probably going to be good here.

I was too exhausted to clean up now, but since I was locked securely in my own room I really didn’t need to. I let my still semi-hard cock flop down onto my stomach with a loud smack, where it began leaking out the cum which hadn’t made it out of the long tube on to my chest. It would mean another shower in the morning but who cared. I tucked my hands under my head drowsily. Things were going well. I had complete privacy to masturbate, I was an unofficial cool guy and tomorrow I might even befriend a nice girl. In fact I would, that was my next goal. I would befriend the prettiest girl I found tomorrow. I could do anything now that I left my past behind. I had a nagging feeling about what the host said earlier; something about some arrogant fat chick or something. Fuck it, it couldn’t be her. I dozed off into a deep, exhausted sleep, and never even heard the door open and close.

 

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The next day the kids were supposed to be arriving and the guides (that’s us) were going to be split into teams to take care of them. I found J.T. easily enough but after trying to talk to him for a while I sensed something was off with him. I decided to leave him be and join a group of guys talking about the chicks we were going to meet. The girls’ cabins were all the way on the other side of the lake, possibly a small attempt to keep us apart, but some of the guys had apparently gone over there last night and were describing some of the chicks who came out to meet them.

And again they mentioned the fat chick with an ego as bigger than it really needed to be, “I mean seriously, there she is standing with all these seriously hot chicks in towels and gowns, and she’s wearing this heavy black shit and acting as though she’s the centre of the universe. I mean, what the fuck fat ass? Who gives a fuck about your stupid poetry?!” I felt my heart sinking. If it was her then I should have been glad to hear all these guys ripping into her. But the truth was she could come up and tell them everything about my past, including my old nickname. And if J.T. wasn’t backing me like yesterday I could seriously get bumped down several notches on the food chain. I kept telling myself it wasn’t her, right up until we met the girls at their cabin and I saw her.

She saw me and put on such an evil, mocking smirk I felt all my hatred and fear crowding back in on me. She was obviously surprised to see me and was trying to come up with something really insulting to say to me, the only way she knew how to bolster her own standing. Just then the host called us to come by the lakeside so we did, with me trying to stay calm and act like I don’t know her while she kept that smirk up and walked parallel to me.

The host started yapping on about the activities and how we would be paired up etc. and I should have been paying attention but I wasn’t. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Absinthe constantly looking over as she tried to come up with a smart dis to get people on her side. “Hey Trevor,” one of the guys next to me whispered, “looks like fatty has the hots for you.” The other guys sniggered and I tried to smile but I couldn’t ignore the fact that she could ruin everything for me with the right words. The thought that she might have seen, or even recorded, me jerking off caused a stab of dread in my chest but I quickly dismissed it. No one could have seen through the curtains, and no one could get through the door.

It when the instructions were over and we were sitting down to eat that she finally made her move. She to our table and sat with the other girls we had been introducing ourselves to (hot girls who actually wanted to talk to me!!), directly opposite me. The guys’ constant joking about her crush on me had kind of calmed me down since I felt they were on my side but now it came time to fend off her attack with all these lovely girls as witnesses I faltered a little.

“Hey, Boner. Fancy meeting you here.”

Everyone at the table looked at her looking straight at me, and then looked at me with confused looks. And it came to me. Absinthe had taken so long coming up with an insult because before, in high school, everyone knew me as Boner. Here she would have to work from scratch to bad mouth me and pull it off the way she did in high school, and after all that thinking I’m surprised this was all she came up with. It was so clear how I could swat her attack away now and as I felt my confidence return a small smile crept across my face.
“Do you guys know each other?” a girl next to her asked.

I opened my mouth to reply but Absinthe beat me to it, “This is Boner. We went to the same high school. He got a boner when he came over to talk to me one time so everyone just started calling him Boner. How is the little guy anyway?” she leaned over and smiled at me as she spoke the last words.

Calmness overtook me as I let my smile turn into a confident smirk. The girl I had feared and hated for the last three years was acting like a kid in front of everyone. I felt I didn’t even need to say a thing. So I didn’t I simply sighed, shook my head slightly and reached for a piece of toast.

“They called you Boner?” the girl from before asked me.

I just shrugged as I buttered my toast, “High school, people always try to give you nicknames. That’s one I’m definitely glad to be rid of.”

“Boner?” this was a guy, “Couldn’t they have come up with something a bit more imaginative?”

“You’re forgetting where he came from,” another guy I had been hanging with last night, “If those guys are as bad at school as they are at sport then you can’t expect too much from them.”

This led to a small debate about the sporting prowess of all our different schools and then admissions around the table of our most hated nicknames from years gone by. I had done it! Not only had I thwarted by old nemesis, who was now being very quiet and looking confused, but the smooth transition into talking about things I could extensively contribute to (without making myself out as a loser) meant I was talking to whole bunches of chicks confidently. I could actually look the prettiest of them in the eye as they laughed at my self-mockery and not feel a bit of uneasiness. I felt dumb for thinking I needed J.T. to get by. I could do all this on my own and enjoy it.

 

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The first batch of kids arrived in one of the vans later that day. As time went by the vans were coming and going at a constant rate, dropping off bundles of kids each time till there must have been a ten to one ratio of guides to kiddies. I was paired off with this girl named Kristina, or Kristen as she preferred. We were in charge of the raccoon team, of which almost all the members had arrived. I would have liked to take a little bit of time getting to know Kristen, because she was just gorgeous, but we had our hands full from the go.

I should say now that I’m really good with kids. My eldest brother got his girlfriend pregnant when they were just teens and their eldest kid (they later had 2 more) was about the same age as these little tykes. I knew how to relate to them and I knew the challenges of dealing with them, but it was still a lot of work. Kristen and I worked a little awkwardly at first, but quickly got accustomed to each other managed to sort out beds for everyone. Kristen mainly entertained the kids who had already arrived while I corresponded with the adults (what, you didn’t think they would honestly leave all these kids in our charge did you?) on sleeping arrangements. Obviously all the boys slept on the boy’s side of the lake and the girls on the other, but the guides were free to move between sides as they saw fit. It was only during supper that we got a breather as the kids ate under adult supervision.

We were having an early supper since some kids hadn’t eaten lunch yet. This would mean that we’d have to give out some bedtime snacks later on but at least the sun was only just starting to set as I sat with Kristen by the lake side. I say this because in the sunset her natural beauty was multiplied threefold. She’s a reasonably tall girl, a natural honey blonde with hair that the sun actively seeks out at this time of day and a long, oval face with high cheekbones. She doesn’t have a knockout body; pretty average breast size and a firm butt that her tracksuit complemented nicely. But her face is just so damn beautiful that, now that we were actually alone, I was having a hard time looking her in her clear blue eyes without blushing.

We weren’t the only ‘couple’ on the sand. It seems most of the guides had paired off and relaxing on the beach. Some of them were also sitting really close together, with their arms around each others’ backs. I was wondering if I would get to do that with Kristen.
She was really lively and it showed in the conversation. She would jump from topic to topic without warning, then apologise for dominating the conversation before proceeding to dominate it again. It was mainly small talk about our old schools and the personalities there. Eventually it looked like the kids were starting to finish up their meals and coming out again. Indeed, some of the other guides were getting up to go and take their charges again.

 

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“Oh, I don’t want to have to go back to that mob again.” She sighed. She then leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. I froze. My mind had no plan of action for such a situation so I just held perfectly still until she shifted a little, gently rubbing her check against me.

I could feel my heart leaping into my throat as I gingerly put my hand around her to rest just above her hip. As if that was the signal she was waiting for she scooted a little closer till our bodies were in full contact. I had to say something. “It’ll be fine. Once everything is sorted out it’ll be easier to handle them.” I thanked God my voice didn’t crack.

She just gave an exasperated moan then went silent. The number of guides on the beach was steadily decreasing and I cursed the fact we’d only moved together like this now. I feel the warmth of her breast where it was pressed up against my side and it was driving me crazy. My cock was starting to stir up and I willed it to stay down. I felt her cheek rub my shoulder and when I looked down at her I was looking straight into her stunning face. Her moist pink lips were just inches away from mine and I would have killed to have them be my first kiss.

“You’re really quiet you know.” She said playfully.

“If you don’t have anything worth saying don’t say it.” My textbook reply to that statement.

“I like quiet guys,” she turned her face back down as she moved a finger to start gently tracing circles on my chest, “they’re always more thoughtful than other guys. I had a boyfriend who was really quiet. Never forgot my birthday and would always listen to me when I needed someone to talk to.”

I was too busy focusing on the sensation of her finger teasing my chest to reply. I could also feel my cock swelling up along my leg. It was in her line of sight but I knew if I shifted she would realise what was happening. I just prayed it was too dark for her to see. Maybe I should suggest we leave now...

Her finger suddenly stopped moving across me chest and she looked straight down at my leg. She glanced briefly up at me then back at my leg, “Is that... are you... is that your dick?” With the last part of her question she looked up at me with a smile and couldn’t see any point in denying the obvious.

“Yeah...” I breathed out. “Sorry you’re just s...”

“Oh my God is it really that big?”

“Well, I... yeah it’s like... uh.” It was elating to hear her comment but I had no idea how to respond.

“Seriously!? Wow! How big is it?” but before I could answer she asked the golden question, “Can I feel it?”

“Sure.” I blurted out almost instantly.

She needed no more invitation for her hand move from my chest straight to the lengthy bulge in my tracksuit leg. I gave it an involuntary jerk when she made first contact but she obviously wasn’t a stranger to cocks and ignored it. Instead she started feeling it up through my pants, measuring it up like some kind of professional. The ran her hand up and down its length, squeezing it firmly at the base and middle and commenting that it wasn’t even fully hard yet.

“It takes a while to fill out, sorry.” I have no idea why I apologised but it came out before I could think. Her hand felt so good even through the fabric of my tracksuit.

“How big is it?” She asked again.

“It’s about nine and a half inches long and six and a half around. It’s actually a little thicker around the base and on the head.” Too much information? I didn’t care; I wanted to spout the figures. This was a beautiful girl who was really into my cock!

“Can...” she looked up at me, that perfect face of hers, “Can I see it, like, outside.”

“What? What if somebody sees?”

“They won’t. It’s too dark and we’re the last people on the beach.” This wasn’t true, a few stragglers were still making their way back and a few stubborn couples were littered around here and there but how could I say no to her next words, “I’ll pay you back for it.”

I consented and she quickly helped me undo the top of my track bottom while my other hand stayed on her hip. I was going to pull it out myself but she pushed my hand aside and reached into my pants. Her soft hand grabbed it firmly by the middle before she unceremoniously started pulling it up and out. I was about 70% full now so it was still flexible enough to bend around the tracksuit band. The rush of cool air on my exposed member reminded me we were in public but when I looked around no one seemed to notice our display.

She raised my cock up and let it flop into her other waiting hand. It immediately sagged over the edge of her palm to point down at my feet. “Holy shit this thing is amazing! How can it be so big!?” She left the tip unsupported, preferring instead to watch in fascination as it slowly rose up until it ran straight off the edge of her palm. My cock felt incredibly hard, no doubt because of the amazingly hot chick holding it but also because of the constant stream of praise it was receiving from said chick. When she started pulling my foreskin back it was all I could do to keep from groaning at how hot it looked and felt. Her tiny hand was dragging the sheath of skin backwards and my large pink cockhead slowly emerged into the open to be greeted by the cool air.

She immediately moved her free hand to grab the head and start stroking it but when I jerked she looked up and asked what’s wrong. “It’s really sensitive. It gets better after you play with it a bit but at the beginning...” She nodded understanding, but then turned back and slowly moved her finger off the very tip. A clear string of pre-cum stretched out from my dick to her finger, barely visible in the faded light.

She grinned a sultry grin at me, “So can I use this?” she asked before returning her finger to the tip of my cock and slowly smearing my fluids over it.

“Y-yeah...” I managed, as she started pumping my cock with her other hand to coax more of my natural lubricant to the tip. When she had worked enough pre-cum out of my cock to slicken her whole palm she began smothering my cock head relentlessly with it, the whole time firmly pulling and squeezing my large shaft with her other hand. This was an entirely different experience from when I did it to myself. If I felt the sensations getting overwhelming I could always stop and calm down a little. Kristen kept a slow constant pace going, and even as the sensations became overpowering she didn’t slow down in the least. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming but at the same time knew I was far from it. My pre-cum was soaking her hand and it made soft wet noises as she shifted her grip to pumping and squeezing just the head.

“Are you a virgin, Trevor?” She asked in an incredibly sexy voice.

“Huh?” I asked as I felt a huge pressure building at the base of my cock.

“It’s just the way you’re moaning so loud.” For the first time I noticed I was grunting and moaning with each pump of her fist, but I couldn’t help it. “Also, your other hand is still just sitting on my hip. Someone a little more confident would have raised it higher by now.” With such a willing invitation I eagerly raised my hand up to press into her breast, “Mmm, that’s better.”

The softness of her breast felt amazing. I weighed it, surprised at the resistance it gave because I thought it wasn’t very big, and squeezed it like the virgin I was. She gave a sexy little moan and told me to take it easy. I felt my cock lurch involuntarily as her handy work continued and knew I wasn’t far off now.

“Kristen? Kristen is that you?” the voice came from down by the lake and Kristen’s hands froze on my cock. Some chick had apparently come looking for her and was looking straight up at us. It was much darker now so I doubt she could see anything from that distance with us both hunched over.

“Hey Audrey!” Kristen called back.

“Kristen everyone’s looking for you! Is that Trevor.”

“Yeah, we’ll be there in a second.” She called back.

“Lesley is pissed off Kris! He says get back here now, your team is all alone!” Lesley is the host and son of the owner of the entire property.

“We’re coming!” Kristen called again.

“Hurry!” with that the girl turned and left.

My cock was still throbbing incessantly in Kristen’s double grip but to my utter disappointment she released it to fall forlornly between my legs. “We should go.” she said as she stood up, forcing my hand to slide off her warm breast.

“But I’m almost there!” I sounded like a petulant child but you can’t blame me. The base of my cock felt swollen and ready to burst, and I knew some of my cum was probably leaking out of my cock as we spoke. If we just went a few seconds more...

“We’re in enough trouble as is, we need to go now.” when she saw I was about to protest again she said, “Meet me at my cabin tonight. I’ll give you more than just a hand job, I promise.” She then grinned and grabbed my cock again. But rather than jerk it off she started trying to fit it back into my pants. “I just had to feel it again, sorry.” After I helped her jam it down my pants leg she added, “And don’t cum before you get there. That’s my load!”

Somewhat mollified by her promises we marched over to get an earful from Lesley before we went off to herd our respective flocks to their cabins. At the end of the day, before we went to our own cabins to have supper, she said something else that got me worked up, “Hey, I don’t normally sleep with people I just met, but for a chance to break in a virgin I might just.” With that she winked playfully at me and went off to join her friends. We had seen the kids off to sleep and they were now under adult supervision. After we’d eaten we were free to do as we pleased, which for me meant getting cleaned up and going to meet up with Kristen to finish up what we started.

With all these wonderful new developments I had all but forgotten the day’s previous events. Which is why I failed to notice how Absinthe was glowering at me as I practically skipped back to the cabin, or how J.T. kept throwing me funny looks as we ate supper.

 

[D_Darius Danglers]

More to come in the next 2 days. Thoughts?

 

[bigrider]

its pretty good

 

[Racedude]

Good story!!