Summer Camp Encounters Desi

This is the of something that happened to me when I was about 16. I was at summer camp (the best stuff always happens at summer camp, doesn’t it?) Anyway, there I was, having my normal wonderful time. My camp was one with that annoying setup where the girls’ bunks were on the other side of the lake from us. We got to see the girls during the day, they even ate with us, but come bedtime they all got in a van which drove them for about a half hour to their own cabins. We guys, ingenious as we were, could not figure out a way around this difficulty. All the boats that could cross the lake had padlocks on them. It was too long to walk, especially in the dark and with a few councilors standing guard. We simply could not figure out a way to get across…

To make matters worse, a rumor had begun circulating that a few of the older girls were s, and that at night they performed wild and nasty acts on each other. Some guys said they even did it with their councilors (all females, of course.) We didn’t approach the girls about this directly, of course. We were much more interested in the fantasy than the reality, as most of us suspected that it was all a load of bullshit anyway.

In the end it was left up to me to find out. I, reckless and stupid as I was, had bet 20 dollars that I could either prove or disprove this rumor. Sounds easy, right? Only the only way to do it was to get to the girls bunks after lightsout… Back to our original problem. The solution to the problem, however, proved much easier than I had thought it would be.

I snuck out one night, directly after lights out, and managed to make it down to the shore without being caught. There, floating along the beach, was my answer. A log. It was floating, and would serve as a perfectly good oneman raft. To improve matters, while the canoes and things were locked up, the oars were not. I snagged an oar and hopped onto the log.

Ten minutes later I was sorry I had come. Maintaining my balance on the log proved very difficult, and the weight of the oar hadn’t helped.

To make matters worse, after my first fall into the water I was VERY cold when I tried to stay on top of the log… Despite all this, I had made some progress and was now about halfway across the lake. I had managed to find a position that was uncomfortable, but made it easy for me to balance and to paddle, which was what was important. I paddled my tail off, and was weak and exhausted when, 20 or 25 minutes after I had started, I crashed onto the opposite shore of the lake. I dragged the log up onto the beach, wedged the paddle underneath it, and looked around.

The wind had blown me off course, and it was about a tenminute walk down towards the girls’ cabins. Their lights were still on, because they were, presumably, just getting off the vans and into their bunks. I trekked as silently as I could in barefoot (ouch!) Through the woods towards their cabins. By the time I made it, the last of the lights had gone off. I arrived at the first of the cabins… Now, how to get in. Damn. This would be harder than I thought. There was a guard posted at the front of each cabin in the dim pool of light cast by the lanterns on the porches. Great… That was the only way in. Unless…

Pay dirt! In the back of the bunks was an “Emergency Exit” presumably there because of the fire code. I lifted it up as silently as I could and glanced into the first cabin. It was dark, but due to the fact that there were a few flashlights on I could make out the girls… Darn. This bunk was full of little girls, most of whom looked like they were in grade school. I eased the fire door shut and made my way along the bunks to the last one, which was presumably where the girls my age were. This too had an emergency back door, which I eased open very slightly…

It was totally dark and silent inside. I stared, breathing heavily, for about a minute before there was a noise. There was a creak and a burst of dim light as the front door was opened. I saw a shadow as it moved quickly through the door, then closed the door behind it. There was a whisper.

“Is she gone?” The voice asked. I heard the rustlings and watched as a few shadows moved in the hazy moonlight.

“Yes. She and that other councilor, what’s her name, Jane, have gone.” Said a second voice. “There headed for the Councilor’s Mess… Probably to get some coffee.”

“Good.” Said a first voice, and the lights were switched on. I gasped and slammed the emergency door shut silently. Hopefully quietly enough that they wouldn’t detect me. With the lights on, however, it would be too easy for them to see me from the emergency door… But there was a window…

A short climb later, I was in the branches of a tree, crouching and peering into the window to their bunk. From here I had an excellent view of the bunk. Unfortunately there was some slippery moss or something on the branches, so my position was a precarious one at best. I peered into the bunk to look at things…

Just as I suspected. There was no primal carnal taking place on the floor. A few card games and conversations, but nothing too exciting. Actually, I take that back. Several of the girls were wearing long tshirts in place of nightgowns, and they were revealing enough to be exciting. As I listened a rather interesting conversation took place from the girls on the bunks… About us guys, as well as the councilors. Most of it was that normal “Oh, he’s gorgeous…” Stuff… My name came up only twice, much to my disappointment. Then they started in telling bad jokes. I was tired at this point, and the crouching position I was in hurt. I shifted my foot around a little bit… WHOOPS. I slipped on the branch and fell head first towards the window. BONK! My whole world went starry and bright, then black as night.

The next coherent thing I remember is lying on a cold floor in semidarkness with about 20 heads peering down at me.

“I think he’s coming around.” Said one hushed voice. I nodded and grumbled a bit to agree with her.

“Is he OK?”

“He’s not bleeding…”

“Will someone turn on the lights?”

“Did the window break when he fell through it?”

“Good thing he landed on your bunk, Jill.”

“Yeah, otherwise he would’ve fallen ten feet to the floor.” There was a click, and the lights came back on. I was lying on the floor of the girl’s bunk, my head supported by pillow, surrounded by a huddle of worried looking girls. I tried not to smile, and stretched my joints experimentally to see what hurt. I didn’t seem to have anything broken, or even bleeding… Just a few bruises here and there. I sat up on my elbows, and looked around at the girls. They sat up with me… We were all silent for a little while. Finally I smiled, and all of them looked relieved.

“What’re you doing here, anyway?” Said one of them, a blonde girl named Jill who was famous for her distance running throughout camp.

“Do you even have to ask?” Said another girl, a (very) slightly plump brunette named Jen. All the girls laughed a little bit, which was good.

“Well… What are we going to do with him now that he’s here?” Said another girl, a redhead named Jocelyn… She was something of a tease… entirely shameless. Some of the girls blushed, though I noticed that most didn’t.

“Personally I think we ought to tell the councilors and get him in trouble.” Said one girl who I didn’t recognize. She had long dark hair and owl glasses on. Her suggestion was met by Boo’s from her bunkmates and several people hit her with pillows. Goodnaturedly, of course.

“We could just go ahead and let him do what he came here for.” Jocelyn said, giggling. The rest of the girls giggled too.

“Well, say something why don’t you?” Said Laura, an absolute beauty with long brown hair.

“Well…” I said softly. “Nothing I can say at this point will help my situation, will it?” I grinned and the girls giggled.

“Time check!” Came a shout from behind the main crowd. “Only half a minute!” There was a mad scramble of action. Jill shouted at me to be quiet and then shoved me under someone’s bed. All the girls scrambled quickly into their bunks and then the lights clicked off. There was a ten second break, then the front door opened and a head popped in. It glanced around for a minute, then receded and closed the door behind it. I tried to stay silent. No one moved for another half a minute, then the lights went on and everyone came back out.

“My, you girls have this down to a science, don’t you?” I said.

“Only way not to get caught.” Said Jocelyn. “It’s the same schedule every night. Once we had it figured out and timed pretty well we never let ourselves get caught awake again.”

“How long do we have now?” I asked.

“About an hour and a half.” Responded the girl with glasses. There was a sudden burst of chattering as the whole bunk began to whisper among themselves.

“Quiet!” Shouted Jen above the noise. “Alright, flyboy” she said to me. “Into the bathroom. Meeting time.” I complied without thinking much. They shoved me into the bathroom and turned off the lights. I listened at the door while they had a meeting… apparently a vote, like a meeting of congress… to decide what to do about me. The majority wanted to *have fun* with me. Everyone was willing to let me stay, though there were a few who would’ve preferred to just talk with me and not *have fun*. After a few more minutes of arguing, a decision was reached which seemed logical to me. Those girls who did not want to *have fun* were to go into the bathroom and play cards (or whatever) in there. Those who did would remain outside in the bunk. This suggestion was agreed with by all.

I emerged from the bathroom a few moments later and was led to a bunk where I lay down. I watched as the girl with glasses and a few other girls I didn’t know went into the bathroom. That left maybe 10 or 12 girls out here with me.

“Well now…” Jen began, but Jocelyn cut her off.

“Which of us would you like first?” Jocelyn said, and batted her eyelashes at me. I gulped, then looked around. All the girls seemed to be angry at Jocelyn… Suddenly this didn’t seem like such a good idea. No matter who I chose, I would end up with the rest of them angry at me… I shut my eyes and did my best to think of a way out of this…

“Wait a minute, now” Laura said “that’s not fair to him.” (THANK YOU LAURA!!!) There followed a brief conversation about how to determine the order of the girls. No suggestion seemed to work. They rejected flipping coins, drawing straws, odds or evens, rock paper scissors, heck even Jocelyn’s halfjoking suggestion of a strip contest. They couldn’t seem to find any method which they all agreed on. In the end it was Jen who came up with something that seemed relatively reasonable.

“A variation on spinthebottle.” She said. “We all sit around in a circle. He spins the bottle, and whomever it points to, that person goes first. When they are through, that girl is removed from the running and the bottle is spun again. We continue doing that until we’re out of girls… Or out of time.” Everyone agreed to this, and they all very quickly arranged themselves in a circle.

SPIN #1 – Jill. Jill was, as I mentioned before, a tall blondhaired girl. She was very athletic, and often won the swimming and running contests that they held at camp. She was wearing a white tshirt and a pair of boxers with red hearts all over them. She came over to my bunk and sat down on the edge. I glanced nervously over at the rest of the girls. Much to my relief, most of them had been kind enough to give us relative privacy, having the decency at least not to stare. In fact, the majority seemed to have temporarily resumed their conversations and card games. Go figure.

Anyway, Jill came over and sat down on the edge of the bunk. I looked at her, and I don’t think that until that day I had ever seen a girl with such hungry looking eyes. She stared at me, up and down, with those sparkling blue eyes of hers. Finally, she said:

“I want to see it.” She spoke in a whisper, more of an exhalation than anything else. I fumbled nervously and managed to get my shorts off, then, trembling as I did so, I removed my underwear as well. Jill’s eyes got very VERY wide. She reached out a hand tentatively, then stopped and asked “Can I touch it?” I nodded quickly, very nervous, and she seemed that way too. She reached out and touched It, softly at first, and I felt it come quickly erect at her hands. Soon she had my penis wrapped tightly in one hand, and my balls in the other. After what seemed like a very detailed inspection, she asked. “Could I… Could I put in my mouth? Like a blow job.” I looked stunned for a moment then stammered a yes. She leaned down very slowly, her blonde hair lying against the sheets of the bunk. She kissed the head, brushed her lips against it, then began to slowly take the whole thing into her mouth. She seemed nervous and moved slowly at first, but with increasing confidence until she had it almost completely in her mouth. Cupping my balls in her hands, she sucked once, twice. I could feel her delicate tongue wrapped around my cock. I squirmed a little, then said:

“If you keep doing that, I may cum… I mean, ejaculate… Into your mouth. So, just, y’know… Be careful if you don’t want that to happ…” Jill cut me off with a sudden powerful and long suck. I stammered a bit more, and as she groped my balls again they felt like they were on fire. Jill sucked once more, using her teeth. I grabbed the edge of the bunk, squirmed a little, then ejaculated… Right into her mouth! Jill looked surprised. She swished it around in her mouth, hiding a look of disgust, then swallowed. I looked down at my penis as it grew limp, then pulled my shorts back on. Jill smiled at me and kissed me once, on the lips. Just a quick peck and she was gone. Apparently that was all she had wanted.

SPIN #2 – Jen. Jen was, as I mentioned before, a slightly plump brunette. I don’t mean plump like fat… I mean like not as well muscled. Her face was a bit rounder, her legs and stomach a bit smoother and less muscled. Her breasts were also the largest and best developed of any of the girls there. I knew Jen relatively well, so I expected things to be very awkward. They weren’t. Jen sat down and asked me about some TV show we both liked. We talked, and gradually Jen came to be lying with her head in my lap. As we continued to talk she took my hand by the wrist and placed it carefully under her breast through her nightshirt. I stopped talking immediately, looked down at her and smiled. I helped her get her nightshirt off and looked down at her. Her small round breasts sat on her chest like oranges, and she wasn’t wearing any bra. I continued to stare at her and examine her features with interest.

As I watched, Jen’s nipples grew erect and defined. I reached out with my hand and took her breasts in my hands. I squeezed softly, and she gasped a little. Her breasts were soft and spongy, resilient… And very warm. She began to smile as I started to rub and squeeze them. She only stopped me once. She smiled and said:

“Gently. Like they were very delicate or breakable.” She grinned as she said it. I went back to massaging them, more delicately this time.

They felt soft and incredible. I noticed that she jumped a little every time my thumb touched her nipple. Carefully I reached and took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then squeezed and twisted each in the same instant. Jen let out a little yelp which caused several of the girls to turn and look at us. We blushed a bit… And it was over. I might have done more to Jen if the others hadn’t been watching. I liked Jen… But they were watching, and it became too awkward to continue. Damnit!

SPIN #3 – Sara. Sara was a girl I hardly knew. She had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very round face. She looked like a child’s doll, but her nose was more like a normal woman’s. She was very pretty. Her chest I did not get to see up close, but it appeared to be somewhat well developed. She was, unfortunately, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants so I didn’t get to see her very well.

Sara was very interested in kissing. She sat down on the bed next to me, and I was prepared to talk with her like I had Jen. Before I could say anything, she leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. The next thing I knew, we were lying next to each other on the bed, kissing. I learned from her the basics of the french kiss. She put her tongue down my throat rather thoroughly, and with a lot of experience behind it. I learned from her, repeated what she did. Slowly but steadily I learned how to really kiss a girl. A few times I got a very surprised look from Sara. This was, I learned, when I did something very right. On these occasions, she would hug me a little tighter and kiss me more deeply. Her legs and crotch would press against the bulge in my shorts, and I was certain she knew I was very hard. But she was, apparently, not interested.

After lots and lots more kissing, Sara withdrew from me. She looked at me with a very bashful blush and a rather horny grin. She said:

“You’re cute. Very cute. Maybe we could do this again sometime.” Then she spun around and I was, rather abruptly, done with her.

SPIN #4 – Cassandra. This spin was actually very interesting, because the bottle came to rest between Jocelyn and Cassandra. A vicious argument ensued, but eventually the girls concluded that the bottle was in fact pointing more at Cassandra than Jocelyn. Jocelyn was very upset and acted a little bitchy, but because most of the girls didn’t really like Jocelyn anyway, no one cared.

Anyway, I had never met Cassandra up close before, and didn’t know anything about her. I remembered seeing her around camp a few times before, but I couldn’t say anything specific about her. She had dark black curly hair, and lots of it, as well as brown eyes and slightly dark skin. She wasn’t beautiful or even really very pretty, but she was relatively pretty. She definitely wasn’t ugly. She was wearing a cutoff tshirt and some shorts that fit her relatively tightly. From what I got to see through her shirt, she had a nice pair of developing tits that stuck out from her chest. Cassandra smiled at me as she sat down.

“Hi. I’m Cassandra, but everyone calls me Cass.” I nodded and smiled. “Anyway,” she continued “I don’t want to seem like a slut or anything, like that whore Jocelyn, but I…” Here she paused and looked downward at the floor. When she glanced up pitifully at me again through her eyelashes she did look beautiful for a moment. “I want you to give me a blow job. Could you do that?” She spoke very softly.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked her. She nodded very vigorously and my heart nearly leapt from my chest. We climbed under the cover, and Cass provided a flashlight so I could see. Then, as I watched in the little cave of sheets we had constructed, Cass pulled down her pants. I got my first good look at a girl’s vagina. Hers was soft and fleshy red looking. I had more pubic hair than she did. I looked at her lying curled under the covers with her pants around her ankles and got very very horny. I crawled over until I couldn’t see her face anymore and looked at it again. I reached out with my finger and traced it around the lips. I was very interested, so I gave it a very thorough inspection with my hands, even running the hair through my fingers. Finally, when I was satisfied, I leaned forward and kissed the lips of her pussy. I discovered that kissing the pussy was different from kissing a girl’s lips.

When you french a girl her lips respond like lips. Her vagina responded differently, and tasted and felt different inside. Moister, though that isn’t really true. What I lacked in experience and knowledge, however, I made up for with pure effort. I licked and nibbled at what I could. I noted what she seemed to like and repeated it. I found spots that bulged or seemed tender, and those I probed especially. After a particularly ferocious attack on one such spot I felt a hand in my hair. I leaned up and kissed Cass, deeply on her (real) lips. She looked at me and batted her eyelashes in surprise, then smiled. I returned to kissing her twat, now using my fingers. I would’ve abandoned this if she hadn’t liked it so much. It felt only slightly disgusting to have my fingers in her vagina. After some more of this, Cass’ hips began to rock, and sway. Then she began to push at my face with her crotch. I kissed some of the tender spots, and her legs and knees came together and pressed against my head. I kissed and pushed and poked some more, then she spasmed a bit and restrained a scream. I realized she had cum as things got a little moist in there. I didn’t taste or lick any of her semen, just rubbed her a little with her hands which she was already doing to herself. Then I kissed her (real) lips again and helped her get her pants back on.

As I emerged from the bed with Cass I was informed it was time to leave. Though I had only been with four girls, apparently the councilor would be back soon and would stay for almost an hour, so I had to go. We all looked disappointed, myself especially. I went out the fire exit and walked towards the beach. The water level looked like it had gone down some, so I unwedged the paddle from the log and started to drag it down towards the shore. I was about a yard or so from the water when I heard a snapping noise.

As quickly and as quietly as I could I ducked behind the log and hid myself. I tried to breathe quietly and hoped to God the councilor or whatever was just passing by. After a few more minutes that seemed like hours passed, I heard a voice call out very softly. I couldn’t make out what it said. Then I recognized the voice. It was Laura! And she was calling my name!

“Huh?” I said, and stood up onto my knees. “Laura, is that you?”

“Hi!” She called out, coming down from the woods towards me. I looked at her and smiled. She was wearing a blue rain slicker and shorts, also some sneakers with no socks.

Lemme explain a bit. Laura, whom I mentioned before, was the girl I had a crush on. She was the most beautiful girl in camp (in my opinion.) She had long straight brown hair and greenish blueish eyes. Her breasts, though not as big as Jen’s, were well on their way. As she approached me, I had all sorts of disgusting impure thoughts about doing things to her. I was pretty much hopelessly in love with her.

Laura looked at me, and smiled. Then she said:

“I was real upset when I didn’t get a turn with you. I couldn’t let you go…” I looked at her and nodded, started to say something but she continued first “I kind of still want to do something with you. I like you a lot, I think you’re a cool guy.” It sounded lame to both of us, but it was enough. I looked around at the sandy beach.

“We’re gonna get absolutely filthy dirty here, aren’t we?” I asked with a grin, and Laura grinned back and nodded. Then she kicked off her shoes and slicker and put them in the sand. As I watched she ran across the beach and dove into the water. As she emerged I got a huge eyeful of a wet tshirt pressed against her. Despite the dim light, I could definitely tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. She dove back under the water and I started to take off my shoes. Then something hit me. I looked up, and realized it was her panties. I looked at her soaking wet panties, then stared at her in the water. Though she was only in up to her neck it was apparent she wasn’t wearing anything! I joined her in nakedness in a few moments and swam out to her. I looked at her lovingly in the moonlight. Then I swam forward and kissed her. My kisses with Sara were nice. I thought they were great, but this one kiss left them all standing. I wrapped my arms around Laura and kissed her, ran my hands through her wet hair, felt her soft breasts press against my chest. These I kissed as well, I kissed her all over, even on her butt and her feet. Then I looked at her again, treading water, and I spoke the boldest words I ever have.

“Will you come up onto the beach and fuck me?” I said. Laura gasped, and her eyes went wide. In answer she swam wildly for the shore. I followed her. She reached it first and lay herself in the sand. She looked like a goddess, her young developing breasts shining with wetness in the moonlight. I ran over to her and without delay I put my penis between her legs. She gasped, and smiled at me. As I leaned over her in absolute blinding pleasure, staggering so as not to fall, she grabbed me and whispered in my ear “It’s my first time…”

With my jaw open wide, and my eyes bulging out of my skull, I nodded and rasped “Mine too!” I simply could not believe the powerfully pleasurable feeling, the tightness and wetness and heat, of having my penis enveloped by her pussy. After a few minutes of further awkward staggering, I got myself together enough to begin thrusting. As I watched Laura, I grew nervous, however, as she closed her eyes and lay back. She didn’t seem to be enjoying this nearly as much as I, and I was worried I was doing something wrong…

So, of course, I fucked her harder. I thrusted as hard as I could, and wrapped my arms around her to help. She still seemed oblivious, but she was smiling now. I was still nervous, when suddenly there was a strange burst of heat on my cock and Laura went limp in my arms.

“Are… Are you OK?” I asked quietly. “What happened?” Laura opened her eyes as if from a dream, smiled warmly at me, and said:

“You made me cum, silly. You made me cum hard! That was… Incredible… It was very different. I just wish I didn’t have to be so quiet…” I nodded, realizing why she had been so silent.

With renewed vigor and increased confidence, I set out to fuck her again, this time allowing myself to feel the pleasure I generated with my thrusts. I continued to thrust my penis in and out of her, as I felt myself nearing orgasm. As soon as I felt myself cumming, I leaned down and kissed Laura fully on the lips, using all my newlearned skills. Laura and I orgasmed together and I collapsed from exhaustion next to her.

We lay, entirely naked on the beach, coated in dirt and particles of sand. We were enjoying the warm afterglow of , an entirely new sensation for me. I had one arm around her, and the other on one of her breasts toying with the nipple with great interest. She had her arms around me, and was leaning into me and brushing her knee against my testicles.

Suddenly, there was the snapping of a twig. It was a loud resounding crack. I jumped up and, hardly knowing what I was doing, began pulling my shorts on and thrust Laura’s clothes at her. In a few seconds we were (relatively) dressed, though I had no shirt on and Laura was missing her underwear. We both turned simultaneously to look up at the woods.

Descending the hill towards the beach was a councilor, a lady I couldn’t identify. She was carrying a flashlight, and as she neared she called to us:

“Alright, Loverboy. The joke’s over, you’re coming back to camp with me. Laura, back in your bunk. Move it!” Laura leapt up, and with a brief smiling backward glance at me and a mouthed “I love you” she started jogging back to her bunk. The councilor led me, wordlessly, to the parking lot.

I drove back to camp with her and went directly to see the owner of the camp, even though it was the middle of the night. I didn’t get in as much trouble as I suspected. The camp’s owner, whose name was Mark something or other, told me that he didn’t really care what I did, but I had a responsibility to the camp. It was my job to ensure that he didn’t get sued by some girl’s parents, because that would mean the camp would be shut down, which would hurt everyone. I nodded that “I understood.” Then he told me that the door guard on my bunk would be doubled for a week, a relatively futile and not harsh punishment, and sent me back to my bunk.

I was a hero back at my bunk, merely for having made it. Once we were safely out of the hearing range of the councilors, the guys started asking me questions.

“So? Did you get to do it with any of the girls?” Joked one guy, named Sam.

“No.” I lied, laughing. “No, I stayed outside and watched.” The guys dove on this clue.

“Watched what?” Asked Josh.

“Yeah,” Danny said “did you see any s or anything?” I looked at him, then around to all the guys who were, most of them, holding their breath in expectation.

I shook my head. “Sorry guys. There wasn’t any wild on the floor.” Most of their faces fell. I looked up, smiling, and said “At least… None that I saw. I was only there a little while, and I only watched one bunk…”

That had them going again. They had already forgotten I existed, starting discussing the ‘possibilities’ about the other campers and the other bunks. I just smiled and went into my bunk. My five minutes of fame were over.

Personally, I didn’t care. I had Laura… And a whole three weeks left to be with her…

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