(MF, MMF, oral, bond, spank, gangbang, cons)
by Art Martin
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Ranger Camp, how bad could that be?�� What would be the big deal of taking a week off and spending some time with my kid and helping out looking after the other little bastards?� They�re just kids and I fully understood that the program couldn�t work if parents weren�t willing to help out and pitch in.� Hell, all the planning had been done, all I had to do was show up, keep sober and when necessary yell at some dumb kid for doing something stupid that might endanger him.� So I raised my hand.
Camp itself wasn�t too bad.� It was nicely wooded with lots of places for kids to roam and to get lost in.� We weren�t at our designated camp site for fifteen minutes before someone was missing.� After thirty minutes of wandering about in the brush and thorns, I made it back to camp empty handed.� Of course the little bastard was there and had been there from the moment I had plunged into the woods to find him.� It was going to be a long week.
The accommodations were okay, wall tents set up off the ground on wooden pallets.� It was fine, that is until the first scorpion crawled up through the cracks.� Luckily we had cots, so that helped a little.� The kids were paired up two to a tent.� The adults, we each got our own tent.
�Alright, boys!� Listen up!� sang the female voice of Joyce, our fearless leader.� Joyce was the regular troop leader of this gang of hooligans.� A fellow named Ed and I, we were her back up for the week.� �Line up, it�s time for chow!�� After five minutes or more of prodding and cajoling, Joyce had all fourteen� boys in a line of sorts and off we went to the mess hall for our first camp meal.
The boys naturally were in high spirits, and if there was a critter anywhere in those woods, it was long gone before we ever passed anywhere near it.� Dinner wasn�t all that bad either, not great, but not bad.�
With dinner completed we returned to camp to get organized before it got too dark.� I was poking along, getting my stuff arranged so that I could find it easily and next thing I knew, Joyce was calling for everyone to line up.� Off we went again, through the woods along a different path to the campfire program that was planned for that evening.� At the campfire there ensued a lot hocus pocus coupled with pure silliness.� The boys loved it.� Me, I was getting desperate for a smoke.
Back at camp, everyone hustled to get ready for bed and finally, Joyce told them lights out.� As the kids tried to settle down, an impossible task the first night of camp, Joyce, Ed and I sat about in our folding chairs out under the stars engaged in small talk.�
Finally I couldn�t stand it much more. �I really need a smoke,� I commented with a note of self-pity in my voice.�
�So do I,� responded Joyce.� �We can�t smoke here, but there�s a clearing over there were we can grab a puff.�
�I didn�t think we were supposed to smoke anywhere on the grounds,� I remarked, relieved that someone knew how I was suffering.
�We�re not,� she replied, �but if you don�t tell, I won�t tell.�
�Agreed!� How about it, Ed?� Do you smoke?�
�Nah!� Gave it up years ago, but if you want, go ahead.� I won�t rat you out.�
�Thanks,� I sincerely replied as it seemed the Smoke Gestapo was everywhere these days.� �Where did you say that clearing was, Joyce?�
�C�mon, Jack, I�ll show you.� Ed, you guard the camp.�
�Yes, Ma�am!� he replied with a salute.� �I�ll holler if any wild creatures come around.��
Joyce and I went to our respective tents and retrieved our cigarettes and lighters and then rendezvoused near the back of the campsite.� There was a full moon that night and it was so bright that flashlights were not at all needed.� Nonetheless, Joyce had her light and led the way into the brush. �We zigzagged for a while and then she led me up a rise.� Near the top was a circle of large rocks that enclosed a small clearing.� There were several smaller rocks too, perfectly sized for sitting.�
�How�d you find this place?� I asked as I lit her cigarette.
�Been coming here for years,� she replied.� �Jimmy�s my youngest.� I was a Ranger leader for my two older boys as well.� I just love it out here.�
�So you�ve done this before?�
She laughed, �You could say that.� She took another draw on her cigarette and exhaled dramatically.� �I want to thank you for volunteering.�
�Sure, anytime.� Well, anytime that I can get off for awhile.�
�Last time I did this, I had to do it alone.� Believe me, I wasn�t looking forward to doing that again.� In fact if you or Ed hadn�t stepped up, the kids wouldn�t be here this year.�
We took the opportunity and had another smoke to load up on nicotine, chit chatted and then headed back for camp.� Ed was still there, sitting in his folding chair and holding down the fort.� One of the kids was with him, the same one that had wandered off earlier, sobbing and crying, �I miss my mommy!� I miss my mommy!� To Ed�s relief, Joyce immediately took charge and comforted the young boy.
�I thought you two would never get back,� he said as Joyce led the distressed lad away.� �You weren�t gone but ten seconds before all the frigging crying began.� Shit, I hate that crap.� I told the little bugger just to go bed, but that just seemed to make it worse.� If my kid ever does pulls that crap,� just whap him upside the head and give him something to really cry about.�� Empathetic, Ed was not.
�So, what took you two so damned long?�
�We had two smokes,� I replied feeling a little guilty that we had been gone longer than necessary.
�I was beginning to think you were getting a little,� he whispered conspiratorially.� �Hell, I�d jump her in a flash.�� I wasn�t sure how I should respond so I remained quiet.� �I hear she puts out,� was his next statement.� I still didn�t respond so he looked around and seeing that we couldn�t be overheard added, �I plan to find out.� That�s why I volunteered for this gig.�
Thankfully he changed the subject and began rattling on about his last fishing trip and all the huge fish he�d caught.� I listened politely, not at all impressed with his braggadocio.� Finally having my full of his boorish blather, I excused myself and retired to my tent.�
I had the tent sides rolled up to get the maximum amount of air flow and lay in my bunk with just my shorts on.� I could hear the boys in the various tents whispering and giggling about this and that.� No doubt several of them were playing that famous camp game, show me yours and I�ll show you mine.� It would be hours before they settled down.�
With the tent sides rolled up to catch an errant breeze, I had a pretty clear view of the entire camp site.� I saw Joyce returning from getting the homesick kid settled down and saw her resume her seat next to Ed.� Instantly I felt sorry for her for having to put up with him, but I assumed he would be talking about something other than pussy.�
I must�ve of dozed off fairly easily because next thing I knew, I was in dire need of taking a leak.� I rose, found my shoes and headed for the nearest latrine.� The moon had moved considerably across the sky, so I knew that a few hours had passed since I�d retired.� Returning, the camp was deathly silent.� Even so, I walked behind each tent just to make sure that everyone was indeed asleep.� When I got to one tent, I thought I heard something and stopped to listen.� Sure enough, there was whispering inside.� I listened carefully and heard soft moaning and a soft creak, creak, creak.� The moaning grew a little louder and then I heard Ed whisper loudly, �That�s it, slut, come on my dick.� Yeah, baby, cum for me again, you fucking whore.� Yeah, you love to screw, don�t you, baby?��
Ed was right, she did put out.� My own cock stirred as I listened to them fuck.� Ed groaned and grunted, �I�m cumming, baby.� I�m cumming in your slutty cunt.� Ummmm!� Ummmm!� Ummmm! Ummmmm!��
There was silence for a few moments then I heard, �Don�t go yet.�� It was a low female voice.� �Stay with me a little longer.�
�Girl, you�ve drained my balls three times tonight.� Let�s save a little for tomorrow.� I�ll see you tomorrow, cunt.�
Suddenly Ed burst out from the tent shirtless, his hands working at his zipper.� He glanced back and saw me standing near the back of the tent.� He flashed me a big grin, and then stuck his head back into the tent.� �Seems we�ve had an audience,� I heard him say.� �But don�t worry, honey, he won�t say a thing.�
He popped back up and said to me in a low voice, �If you want sloppy seconds, she�s all yours, Jack.�� Then he stepped back towards me and whispered, �I told you she puts out.� Man, help yourself, she�s hot for dick.� That cunt�s a great fuck.�
I hadn�t come out here to cheat on my wife.� I�d never cheated on Mindy and wasn�t inclined to start now.� As far as I was concerned, what Joyce and Ed did was their business, not mine.� It wasn�t anyone else�s business either.� Hell, they were two adults.� Feeling a little ashamed of my voyeurism and a bit embarrassed that I�d been caught at it, I returned to my tent.
Lying there, I couldn�t help but think about what I had heard and what Joyce and Ed had been doing while I was asleep earlier.� The more I thought about, the more it bothered me.� Not from a moralistic standpoint mind you, but bothered me carnally.� I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down my thighs.� I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my needy cock.� In my mind�s eye, I was plowing Joyce�s cunt and not Ed.� Thinking about it wasn�t cheating, but it was pure beat-off material.�
I really didn�t want to make a mess everywhere and I didn�t want to just doze off with my pants down either.� I just wanted to savor my fantasy and�
�Jack!� came the whispered call.� I opened my eyes and Joyce was next to me.� �I sorry to bother you, but� I feel so guilty,� she whispered.�
Caught red handed masturbating, I was speechless. �You want me to take care of that?� she asked referring to my rigid condition.� My mouth opened, but nothing came out.� Taking my hesitancy for acquisition, she lowered her head and took my turgid prick into her mouth.
�Oh, fuck,� I groaned.� I hadn�t been expecting this, not in a million years.� I should have pushed her off, but� �Oh, damn.� Suck it, baby.� Suck it.�
Did I say that?� I really don�t know if I did or not, but in the dim light I watched as our fearless Ranger leader went down on me and I did absolutely nothing to dissuade her.� I was already on the edge before she silently appeared in my tent and it didn�t take long for her warm wet mouth, lips and dancing tongue to bring me to a shuddering climax.� I squirted and squirted, moaning the entire time as she gulped down my seed.�
With my spent cock shrinking, she let if flop out of her mouth with an audible �plop!�� I lay there speechless as her head bobbed up and down a few more times as she rained several final kisses on my happy deflated organ. She rose up and practically got into my face.� �I don�t want you to think that I�m a slut,� she said, �but the truth is� I am.� I just hope you don�t hate me.�
�I don�t hate you.� I replied.� How could I hate any woman who sneaks into my tent and blows me?
�Let�s just keep this between you, me and Ed.� Okay?�
�Sure,� I replied eloquently.�
�Good!� See you in the morning.�� She quickly turned and slipped out of my tent leaving me bewildered to say the least.� Despite my astonishment I dozed off quickly.
Next morning I was awakened by the sound of Ed�s voice urging the boys to, �Rise and Shine!� Hop to it, boys!� Ten minutes to mess hall!�
As my eyes fluttered open, I discovered that my shorts were still down around my thighs and with the sides of the tent rolled up, anyone who bothered to look could easily see that.� Quickly I pulled my boxers up, simultaneously sitting up and swinging my legs off the bunk.� I grabbed a t-shirt and my hat and then slipped on my tennis shoes.� Standing I zipped up and buttoned up.� A moment later, I was outside.
One by one the boys emerged from their tents.� The ten minute warning had been a lie� we had at least thirty minutes before marching off for the morning flag ceremony and breakfast, but just about everyone needed to take a leak and it would take another fifteen minutes before every kid was rousted out of bed.� Joyce was one of the last to make an appearance.� Like yesterday, her uniform was crisp and immaculate.� Somehow her hair was neat too.� I marveled at that as my own hair was particularly unruly this morning and was sticking straight up before I had washed my face.
Ed and Joyce both acted as if nothing unusual had taken place the night before. Joyce rounded the troop up and we were off with half the boys dragging ass from lack of sleep.� Too bad, they could sleep tonight.
Breakfast was unremarkable, a condition that would prevail in the mess hall the rest of the week.� At least we didn�t have to cook it ourselves.� The camp director made several announcements, including a call for each troop to send an adult representative for a morning briefing immediately after breakfast.� The boys finished eating and each returned his tray to the kitchen, then headed outside where a group of camp councilors divided them into groups for their morning activities.�
To my surprise, Ed volunteered to attend the briefing, leaving Joyce and me free for the morning.� Joyce headed back for camp and I followed, keeping my distance.� What would I say to her this morning?� What would I say to her the rest of the week?� I had no idea, but I knew we would have to have a talk about last night.�
As we got closer to the camp, I made a detour and hit the showers.� I didn�t have a towel or anything, but what the hell, I could drip dry and maybe I�d feel a little better.� The fact that I was delaying having to deal with Joyce was a bonus.
Refreshed, I entered camp.� I saw Joyce coming out of her tent.� Quickly I ducked into mine reasoning that I needed a clean shirt for today.� With a fresh shirt and fresh out of excuses, I boldly exited my tent.� To my relief, Joyce was nowhere to be seen.� Maybe I could avoid her until lunch.
With nothing better to do, I plopped down in my folding chair and enjoyed the cool morning air.� As I sat, two things became apparent.� I needed another cup of coffee and I needed a smoke.� Of these two needs, smoke won out.� Returning to my tent, I recovered a pack of Marlboros and my lighter, then I headed to the secluded clearing that Joyce had shown me last night.�
I followed the trail and climbed the rise.� Up ahead I could see the rock outcropping that was my goal.� It looked very different in the sunlight than it did in the moonlight.� As I approached I could see that the large boulders that had broken off the rock face made a cozy area.� Best of all, it was off the beaten path and therefore ideal for criminal activities such as smoking.
Stepping into the ring of rocks, I came face to face with Joyce.� She had the same idea as I did and was puffing away.� She looked at me and said nothing.� I fumbled around, extracted a cigarette and lit up.� After taking three puffs in silence I finally broke the ice.� �So, what are the plans this morning?�
�Well, it�ll be nice until around noon.� Then I suppose it will be hot like yesterday.� It�s always hot around here by noon.� There�s open swimming at ten thirty before lunch.� All the kids will be at the pool; so will I.� How about you, Jack?�
�I dunno.� Maybe scare up some coffee?�
�There�s always a pot at the leaders� retreat.� That�s over by the admin building.�
�Okay, I�ll check it out.�
�Actually there�s not a whole lot that we have to do when the boys are off on their activities.� It�s mainly riding herd on them in the mess hall and during free time after dinner.�
�Okay.� You want to get a cup of coffee?�
�Never drink the stuff,� she replied.� �I think I�ll just stay here and catch some rays.��
I lit up a second smoke and just looked about.� It was a nice setting with the rocks and all.� I turned back to Joyce and saw that she was unbuttoning her shirt.� What was this?� Naturally I watched, just to see what she was up to.� With her shirt open, I could see that she had a pale blue bikini top on underneath.� As she shed her shirt, I came to realize that the bikini top really didn�t cover that much.� It covered, but it also revealed.� Then she shimmed out of her shorts revealing a modest blue bottom.� She neatly folded her shorts and placed them on a rock with her shirt.�
As she spread out a blue blanket in the sunlight, it struck me how incongruous it was to see an attractive lady in a bikini wearing hiking boots.��� For being in her mid-thirties, Joyce was a sexy broad in her nappy uniform, but in a bikini.... definitely a MILF.� I couldn�t help but think back to late last night when she slipped in my tent and sucked my cock.� Immediately I felt the guilt, but quickly rationalized that I hadn�t really done anything.� I hadn�t cheated on my wife.� If anything, I was raped� not that I minded.
Sitting on the blanket, Joyce fished around in her knapsack and produced a bottle of lotion.� Looking over at me she smiled coyly and holding out the bottle of Coppertone asked, �You want to do me?��
I wasn�t at all sure if she meant to play a double entendre, but slathering her down with oil wasn�t the first thing that came to my mind. �Hell, yes, I�ll do you, honey,� I thought.� Then a dual dilemma hit me, if I did do her, then I would be cheating, but� who would know?� It�s not like my wife, Mindy, was likely to make a sudden and untimely appearance from out of the woods.� Secondly, I didn�t have any condoms.� After all, why would I need condoms at Ranger camp?� But I certainly didn�t want to bring any rude surprises home, but my chances of finding condoms at the camp store were next to nil.� Of course, she could blow me again.
�Jack, are you okay?� she asked with a puzzled look on her face.� �I won�t attack you.�� Then with a mischievous look she added, �Not unless you want me too.�� Her expression changed and she concluded, �All I want is for you to do my back.� I can�t reach it.��
She tossed the lotion on the blanket and then reached behind her back and untied her top, careful not to let the cups fall away.� Then she sprawled out face down.�
I had to laugh at myself for my presumptuousness.� All she really wanted was for me to do was to �do her back�.� I snuffed out my smoke and knelt on the blanket next to her. Picking up the bottle of sun tan oil I set about rubbing oil into her bare back.�
�Mmmmm, that feels nice, Jack,� she moaned.� �You have such nice strong hands.�� Well, I didn�t see where a little back massage would hurt anything.� �You know, you�re a really nice guy.��
Uh, oh, not Mr. Nice Guy!� I had always been Mr. Nice Guy and where has it ever gotten me?� Nowhere!� Well, that�s not exactly true; I did win over my Mindy fourteen years ago, but�� My wife is not exactly cold, just priggish.� She abhorrers oral sex as something akin to deviancy.� She likes it one way, the proscribed way, whatever in the hell that is, and she thinks sex is only for procreation and not recreation.� Oh, I fucked her for recreation all right, but only after our minister intervened and made it clear that it was her duty to give herself to me.� That helped out a lot, but it really didn�t cure anything.� After reminding her of what our minister said for the umpteenth time, I tried anal on her.� Had her in a doggie (which she accuses me of using her like some gutter slut) and had my cock greased up real good like they say in the books.� Knowing I only had once chance, I rammed it home.� I guess it did hurt and she flew off the bed and nearly ripped my dick off.� That was it for some months until I had the minister talk to her again.� If oral sex was deviant sex, anal sex was satanic sex and� never mind.�
I oiled and massaged her legs and when I came to those boots, I removed them one by one knowing she�d be more comfortable without them.� I worked over each foot, giving her a good deep massage.� I was rewarded with a deep moan approval.� With both feet done, I started back up her legs to her covered bottoms.� That�s when she compared me to Ed.� Ed was a demanding brute, just like her husband. �You�re not at all like that,� she said.�
I thought, �Well, Ed got laid last night, three times if I recall and I only got a quick blowjob.�� I made bold decision.� Grasping her bottoms, I began to tug them down.�
�Jack?� What are you doing, Jack?� she said as she lifted her hips and allowed me to remove her bottoms.�
�You said you don�t like tan lines,� I replied with an evil chuckle.
�I don�t, but� very well.�
I marveled at my good luck.� I had her nude with very little effort on my part.� I began rubbing oil into her bare buttocks and deeply massaging her ass flesh.� �Mmmmmm, that feels nice, Jack.� I like a man with strong hands�� Mmmmm.� You know, I didn�t think you were like this.� You�re not going to take advantage of me, are you?�
�Not at all,� I answered as my hand slipped deep into the depths of her butt cleft.� My fingers found her anus and as I began massaging her puckered hole her hips began to move.
�You�re going to fuck me, aren�t you?�� I didn�t answer her directly; instead I wormed a knuckle up her butt.
�My husband said I wouldn�t last three days,� she groaned.� �I told him I would last all week.� He laughed at me.� He wasn�t completely right� I didn�t even last the first night.�
I stood and quickly stripped off my shirt and my shorts.� Fortunately I wasn�t wearing boots and I easily kicked off my running shoes.� I knelt beside her and grasped her by the hips, guided her hips upward and positioning her for a back entry.� She helped out in this regard and tucked her knees under her, hiking her ass in the air and offering herself to me.�
This was totally unlike what I had grown used to.� She was totally willing, even eager.� I could do anything with her.� Anything at all.� I chose to open her up and examine her sex.� Her fuck hole gapped open invitingly.� With a quick shuffle on my knees I was in position.� With the issue of condoms forgotten, I slid inside her.
�Oh, fuck yessssssss!� she groaned while rotating her hips.� �That feels sooooo good, Jack.��� I am rather thick so I took it slow.� �Mmmmmm, gawd, you�ve got a nice dick, Jack.� A very nice dick.� Gawd, you�re filling me up, Jack.� Mmmmm.� Fuck me, Jack.� Fuck me,� she moaned salaciously as she panted with ecstasy.
I sawed in and out of her, lost in the feeling her hot pussy engulfing my cock in its fleshy enclave.�� It was the first strange pussy I had in I don�t know how many years.� Gently her pussy caressed, squeezed and released my cock.� Mindy, my wife, never did that, not ever.� I pulled completely out and then slid back in.� I did that again and again, sluicing in and out of her stretched orifice with a wet smacking sound.� I watched fascinated by the sight of her smooth outer labia bulging to accept my width and her inner lips clinging to the sides of my shaft.� Soon I was slamming into her full force, all subtlety gone, her ass cheeks rippling as I pounded into her.
�"Ungh, ugnh, ughn," she grunted.� �Fuck me, you bastard!� Fuck me!� Harder!� Harder!�� Harder!�� She was practically screaming now and if anyone had been in camp, they would have heard her howling. Sweat beaded along her back as I continued the absolute best fuck of my life.�� �Unnngh... Unnggggggg... Yeahh... Yeahhhhh... Sooo� Goooooood! Oh, sweet Jeeesusss!!� Omigod, Omigod, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!�� Fuck me, dammit.� Fuck me harder!�� I did my best to drill her right into the ground.�
A wave of release shot through me, as a pulse of sperm spat out of the head of my penis and into her receptive cunt.� Now it was my turn to holler and I announced my pleasure to the surrounding rocks. "GGGGAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH !!!" I grunted as loudly as possible.� "Arrrrrrgh!" I nearly shouted as another pulse of hot sticky sperm shot from me and blessed her wildly contracting pussy.� After that I was reduced to mere bestial grunts as I continued to pulse and pump her full of my seed while I jerked and thrust wildly into up the velvety flesh-ribbed tunnel of her pulsating pussy.
I don�t know if she collapsed forward or if I just fell on top of her, but we were both suddenly sprawled out on the ground, gasping for air.� I had presence of mind to roll off to the side and get my dead weight off of her.
�Wake up, sleepy head.� Wake up.�� My eyes fluttered open.� How long had I been out?� �Sweet baby needs his rest?� she cooed looking straight down at me.�
�Sorry,� I mumbled.� �How long��
�Not too long,� she said with a soft laugh.� �You know, that was good.� Really good.� I�m glad I didn�t hold out until Wednesday.� Oh, yeah.� This girl is going to have fun, fun, fun.� I do hope that this won�t just be a onetime thing.�
�Not unless you want to be,� I answered.�
�No, I don�t.� I want to get screwed often this week.� That�ll show Sam.� Sam, he�s my husband.� Sam said that he was going to fuck a different woman every day this week while I was gone.
�You know, you have a very nice dick.� It�s bigger than Ed�s and bigger than Sam�s.� It�s not as big as some of Sam�s friends, but it's just right for me.�
�Sam�s friends?�
�Yeah.� Don�t tell anybody, but we�re swingers. Say, do you and your wife play around?�
�No, she�s not like that.� Not at all.�
�That�s too bad.� I was hoping that later this summer that maybe we could all get together.�
�Uh, my wife wouldn�t go for that.�
�That is too bad.� Too, too bad.� Oh, well, I guess I can enjoy you while I can.� You know, Ed�s divorced.�
�I really didn�t know,� I replied.� �And I�m not surprised,� I thought to myself.���
Joyce dug deep into her knapsack and extracted a pack of smokes.� She offered me one.� Normally the skinny girlie-smokes don�t appeal to me, but I was too damned lazy to find my own cigs, so I took her up on her offer.� We laid about in the buff, puffing up a storm.
Suddenly Joyce exclaimed, �Oh, my gosh!�
�What�s the matter?� I asked looking about for an unseen observer.� Being observed, that certainly wouldn�t do, not at all.
�Jack, you�re going to blister! C�mon, get up!� Get up!�
She had a point.� My tan was nearly nonexistent and without SPF 30 sun block, I would quickly take on the subtle hues of a boiled lobster.� I rose and she grabbed the blanket and moved deeper into the rocks and into the shade.� The temperature instantly dropped twenty degrees, or so it seemed.� Joyce lay down on her back and continued to work on her smoke while I stood above her, feasting on her open nudity.
Exhaling I thought, �She may be a slut, but she�s a hell of a lot more fun than Mindy ever was.� I decided to test the waters further and knelt beside her. I leaned over her head and lowered my soft cock to her mouth.� Joyce didn�t hesitate, slurping up my flaccid organ like a thick wet noodle.� She knew exactly what to do and noodle phase transitioned quickly into railroad spike phase.� What a great morning!
We screwed again.� It was a leisurely screw, two adults indulging in life�s greatest pleasure.� We switched around, me on top, Joyce on top, standing braced against the rocks and doggie style again.� I�m not sure who enjoyed themselves the most, her or me.� She sure came a lot, but I was in total bliss, fucking a red hot whore who loved to fuck.� We fucked until I topped off the juice in her tank.� By that time we were both worn out.�
I had barely pulled out of her when she looked at her wrist watch.� �Swim time in fifteen minutes,� she pronounced.� �C�mon, let�s get going.��
I didn�t want to swim, I wanted to stay and fuck her again and I told her that. �Oh, don�t worry.� We�ll have plenty of time after lunch,� she mildly scolded.
At the mention of lunch, my stomach growled as if on cue.� �Is my little fuck bunny hungry?� she cooed.
�Yeah, I guess I am.�� Hell, I was famished.� Joyce jumped up and collected her clothes.� I helped her put her bikini back on and then while she fussed with her uniform and boots, I put myself back in order.�
Fucking might be life�s greatest pleasure, but taking a cool dip on a hot morning has to be a close second. All the kids in the camp and their leaders were in the pool.� It wasn�t until then that I realized why she wore her bathing suit under her uniform.� There was only one bath house, and she couldn�t very well go inside and change with all the guys.� Instead, she stripped poolside.� As she stripped down to her bikini, I couldn�t help but notice that every adult male�s and every camp councilor�s attention was on Joyce; she looked great in that bikini.�� If a kid had decided to drown, I don�t anyone would have noticed until it was too late.�
Once in the water, even the boys in her troop paid her attention, maybe not sexually like the men did, but they obviously adored her.� All too soon, swim time was over.� While the males all filed into the bath house to change out of our wet bathing trunks and into dry clothes, Joyce had to put her uniform back on over her wet suit.� The resulting wet spots were interestingly positioned.
After lunch, the kids all disappeared to their activities, leaving the adults with free time on our hands.� Joyce went to take care of some business at the Admin building and Ed headed to the Leader�s retreat for a cup of coffee.� I wandered back to camp, intent on taking a nap before resuming my activities with Joyce.�
I don�t know how long I slept, but I only woke up because I was sweating like a pig.� I stirred, grabbed my smokes and headed to the rock enclosed grotto up the hill.� Ed must�ve finished his coffee and Joyce must�ve finished her business as I found them up there fucking on Joyce�s blanket like two teenagers.�� She still had on her uniform shirt and neckerchief as well as her red stockings.� Ed had her by the hair and was putting it to her doggie style.
Ed looked up and saw me gawking.� �Hi, ya, Jack!� he called out without missing a beat.��� �C�mon, join the party,� he invited.�
He yanked her head upward.� �Look, Baby, another cock for you,� he said crudely to her.�
Then looking back at me he said, �Drop yer drawers, Jack.� Let her suck your dick while I fuck the bitch.� You can have sloppy seconds!�
I don�t know why, but I did as he asked.� With my dick just inches from her lust crazed face, she gobbled me down.� We had a grand afternoon, taking turns with her.� She never wavered and was as eager as Ed and I.� For me it was a first, the first three way sex I ever had and I loved it!
The three of us worked up quite a sweat before it was time to cool off during the afternoon swim.� Neither Ed nor I could hardly move in the water and we just floated about.� Joyce, she played with kids as if she had been storing up her energy all afternoon.�
As was to be expected, that night after dinner, the boys settled down fairly quickly.� Joyce, Ed and I sat about in our folding chairs listening to the crickets and tree frogs, waiting for the camp to grow silent.� The air was still and even though it had cooled off appreciably, it was still rather warm.� I felt grungy, like I hadn�t bathed in days from the thin layer of body salts that coated my skin.� My clothes didn�t actually stick to me, but they gripped my skin.� Rules of the camp were that the adults were to shower after the boys had settled down, so as to prevent any perverted play between the boys and their leaders. �God, I need a shower,� I commented to my companions.�
�Me too,� lamented Joyce.�
�What�cha say we all go take a shower?� offered Ed.
�Boys are down, so the coast should be clear,� stated Joyce.
�You want to go first?� I offered to the lady.
�First, my ass,� snorted Ed.� �I�m showering with her.�
�That would save water,� laughed Joyce.
�Well, c�mon kids,� said Ed, �It�s adult entertainment time.�� That all sounded fine to me and Joyce was obviously game, so the three of us spit up to retrieve a clean set of clothes, soap and our towels.� A few minutes later we rendezvoused and set off for the shower that serviced our campsite.
It was kind of odd, standing in the dim light by a long wooden bench in the dressing area of the shower watching as Joyce disrobed.� Ed was nude first and he generously offered his help to Joyce with the ties to her bikini top.� I got in the act by removing her boots and socks and was rewarded by a great view between her legs when her shorts and bikini bottoms slid off her hips and down her legs.� Of course by that time, Ed had two handfuls of her generous tits.� Joyce popped up and dashed into the open shower followed closely by her two suitors.
There wasn�t any hot water at this shower, just tepid tap water, not that anyone minded, especially the effects the cool water had on Joyce�s nipples.� She preened about, letting the water cascade down her nude body and put on quite a show.� Ed and I helped out by soaping her down by hand.
�Paper, rocks, scissors,� Ed whispered to me.� My naivety long gone, I knew what he was getting at, who would be first.� My rock broke his scissors and I stepped up the task, directing Joyce to face the wall and to lean against it.� The water still beat down upon us as the engorged head of my cock nuzzled between her legs, seeking the entrance to paradise.� Finding the portal to heaven, I pushed into her, the way eased by her liberal self-lubrication.� �Yessss,� she hissed as my cock slowly slipped through the two sets of sensitive cuntal lips and slid up into her belly.
�Fuck her, Jack,� my companion urged.� �Fuck her slutty cunt!� Ram it in!�� My second stroke wasn�t so slow and Joyce went on her tiptoes as I rammed my rod into her.� Gripping her hips tightly, I paused at maximum penetration and then slowly withdrew, only to slam up into her again.
�That�s it, Jack, fuck her!� hissed Ed.
Joyce added her encouragement to Ed�s. �God, baby, yes!� Yes, fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard, you big cocked bastard!� she cried as my great, thick, rigid rod titillated her swollen, throbbing pussy. Joyce�s shamelessly� aroused vaginal flesh throbbed and squeezed my punishing cock as her hips repeatedly shot back in an effort to get more of my cock into her.
I was quite lost in the moment and was only dimly aware that Ed was pushing on me to move off so that he could have a go.� I wasn�t ready to yield, but then again, we had all night.� Joyce cried, �Noooooo,� as her cunt was vacated momentarily.
Ed had her step back and bend over even more, then gripping her wet hair, arched her back while he fucked her.� After a few minutes, he pulled out and offered her to me again, an offer I readily accepted.� Back and forth, back and forth, Ed and I switched off, fucking Joyce in the shower while the water cascaded down upon us.� We had both been completely drained by our afternoon fornication sessions and neither of us were anywhere near cumming anytime soon.� Joyce on the other hand, came easily, came often, and she came hard on our cocks, howling like a banshee.
We could have fucked her like that for hours, but we were interrupted.� �Miss Joyce!� Miss Joyce!� Are you in here, Miss Joyce?� came a boy�s tentative voice.
�Yes, Jimmy,� she answered with remarkable control.� �What is it?�
�Billy wet his sleeping bag,� came the reply from the dressing area.
�I�ll be there in just a minute, hon,� she answered.� �You run along, now.�
Joyce twisted away from Ed who was still screwing her despite the interruption. She peeped out around the corner and seeing the coast was clear, turned to us and told us to stay put for few minutes until the coast was clear.� Then she hurriedly dressed and went to see about young Billy, the same boy who got lost yesterday and the same boy who missed his mommy last night.
�Pissed in his bed,� snorted Ed.� �That kid�s a real pain in the ass.�
After a good five minutes, Ed and I slipped out of the shower and circled back through the shadows to our respective tents.� I needed a smoke and headed to the designated smoking/fucking area.
I slept well that night, the best I�ve slept in years.� I suppose it was the quantity and quality of the sex I had indulged in, but I�m certain that the all fresh air helped too.� Mindy, my wife, would never fuck more than once in a day and if she had her way, it would only be once every other week, if that often.� I figured that I screwed Joyce more in one day than I had screwed Mindy the entire past year.� Ranger camp was turning out to be far better than I ever imagined.
After breakfast the next morning, I figured that Ed and I would take Joyce up to the clearing and have at it with her the rest of the morning.� I was genuinely surprised when instead, he volunteered to help out with wilderness training.� Apparently he was good with ropes and knots and was eager to show his stuff.� That was okay by me, I�d have all morning to myself like yesterday, but when I returned to camp, Joyce was nowhere to be found.� I checked at the clearing, had a couple of smokes and then headed for the leader�s retreat for a cup or three of coffee.� At the leader�s retreat I met several of the other leaders and engaged in some friendly comradery until it was swim time.�
Once again Joyce was center of attention, not that she was flirty or anything, she was just a good looking woman and the only one in camp� naturally she attracted attention.� It was amusing to watch all those dads eyeing her, knowing that I would be balling her and not them.
After lunch, Joyce and I did get after it, up at the clearing.� I was standing about, watching her blow me to another erection when Ed showed up.� He had a length of rope with him and as soon as my dick was clear of her lips, he slipped a noose around her neck.� She stood, not complaining but waiting to see what he had in mind.� He just held the rope loosely while he sucked her tits, then he removed the rope.�
�Turn around, bitch,� he commanded.� She turned her back to him and he quickly tied her wrists behind her back and then fed the hemp rope between her legs.� He gripped the rope, taking out the slack until it began to press into her pussy.� He then gave it a jerk, driving it between her cunt lips and into her slit.� He took great delight in tugging on the rope making her dance while calling her a slut whore, cum bucket, and other endearing terms until she was begging him to stop.�
He did stop, but then he announced that he wanted to show her something.� With a jerk of the rope, he lead her by the rope back down the trail.� Poor Joyce, she was naked and barefoot, but had no choice but to go wherever her took her, plus she had no choice but to keep up when he cut the off the trail and into the brush.� Naturally I followed along to see what he had in mind and make sure he didn�t overdo what he was going to do to her.���
He led her to a nearby clearing where there were several stakes hammered into the ground, plus a long pole lashed to two trees.�� By this time Joyce was leery of what he had in mind and when instructed, �Lie your ass down, bitch,� she was hesitant.� Ed however wasn�t hesitant, he jerked the rope upward and made her walk on her tip toes to the cross bar lashed between the two trees where he tied off the rope, leaving her to stand on her tip toes.� He then stood back and slapped her on the butt with his open hand.� WHAP!� WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! He spanked her until her ass was glowing red and she was begging him to stop.
�You going to do as I say, bitch?� he growled.
�Yes, yes, yes.� Please, you�re hurting my pussy!�
Ed quickly untied the rope from the cross piece and extracted it from between her swollen pussy lips.� He then quickly untied her wrists and told her, �Now, lie your ass down, bitch!�� This time Joyce lay down among the stakes driven into the ground.� She whimpered, but didn�t really protest while he quickly tied her spread eagle to the stakes in the hot sun.�
Ed then reached into his knapsack and took out a bottle of Wesson oil that he�d liberated from the mess hall.� Kneeling between her legs, he slathered it on and in her splayed open cunt.� Then he ran two fingers up her cunt and began to finger fuck her.� His hand was a blur and clearing filled with the sounds of the rapid pulses of the palm of his hand slapping against her vulva, plus the juicy sounds his fingers were making in her cunt.� Joyce didn�t last but thirty seconds before she was bucking against the ropes and howling in an intense orgasm.� He paused for a moment and let her semi recover before finger fucking her again to another howling orgasm.� He did that several times and when he finally gave her a break, it was to retie her ankles from the stakes to the cross piece, tying her legs splayed and high in the air.� Ed dropped his pants and knelt between her legs.� With a violent lunge, he slammed his cock into her pussy.
The entire time he hadn�t spoken a word to me, but suddenly he barked, �Jack, I want you to fuck her throat!�� What the hell, she was helpless and apparently enjoying everything he was doing to her so far, so I mounted her head, got her to take my dick in her mouth and then ran my cock down into her throat.� Wow!� What a feeling!� I was facing her tits and while throat fucking her, I took her nipples and tugged and twisted, watching her tummy rippling in yet another massive orgasm.�
Ed busted his nut and I did the same.� I expected him to leave her tied up, but he didn�t, he completely untied her, stroking her sweat soaked naked body until she was once again cognizant of her surroundings.� I expected her to be upset at a minimum at her rough treatment, but she surprised me.� �Oh, wow,� she whispered, �that was intense!� Thanks, guys.� That was something else.�
We had to practically drag Joyce to the swimming pool that afternoon and when she was there, she merely clung to sides and didn�t engage in any games with the boys.� Ed and I stepped up the plate and horsed around with the boys, as Joyce didn�t have the energy to move.� She was pretty wasted until after supper, then she came to life a little after Ed and I got the boys settled.
We were all hot and sticky once again.� I suggested a shower. Joyce again surprised me by suggesting that we take a swim in the pool.� �It�s locked up, isn�t it?� Ed asked.
�Of course, it�s locked up,� she replied, �but I know where the key to the gate is.�� We hung around another fifteen minutes and confident that everyone, Billy especially, was settled in for the evening, we took a night hike to pool. Sure enough, she knew exactly where the key was �hidden�.�
She still had on her bikini under her uniform, but Ed and I had forgotten to bring our trunks.� �I�m sure you two can figure out something,� she remarked as she stripped down to her bikini.� Of course we could and we did, stripping down to our birthday suits for a skinny dip with our fearless leader.� Having her the only one not in the buff didn�t last long, as Ed stripped off her top while I relived her of the burden of her bottoms.� I tossed her bottoms to the pool deck and Ed did the same with her top, except that he missed and the powder blue top sank in the deep water. No one really thought much about it until it was time to go.� Then we couldn�t find the damned thing.� The top blended in perfectly with the pool bottom and in the moon light, it was impossible to see.� Ed and I both valiantly tried to locate the wayward top, but to no avail.� Having no other choice, Joyce had to abandon it until the morning when there was a better chance of locating it.
The next morning during announcements in the mess hall, the head pool-guy displayed all the lost towels, shoes and other things left by the boys in the bathhouse.� Having located the proper owners of everything except a few pair of unclaimed� thightie-whities, he at long last held up a powder blue bikini top.� Of coursed everyone knew who that belonged to and the boys and men all hooted it up.� Poor Joyce, she was beet red having to retrieve her top in front everyone at camp.
After breakfast was dismissed she was called to the camp director�s office.� Christ, I just knew that she was going to be expelled from camp, leaving Ed and me with the boys for the rest of the week.
Without much else to do, I headed back to camp and the clearing for a quick smoke or two. Recharged with nicotine, I headed to load up on coffee at the leader�s retreat.� There was Ed, holding court, telling everyone how Joyce came to lose her top.� The guys all found it to be an incredible story, but Ed badgered me into confirming the accuracy of his tale.� After that, they were all like a bunch of high schoolers.� I didn�t hear a one of them say they wouldn�t fuck her if given half a chance.�
At the pool that morning, I was pleasantly surprised to see Joyce show up.� This time as she undressed poolside, it was to hoots and whistles.� I thought she might bolt from the pool, but instead she ate it up, gamely poising sexily for all the ogling men and boys before getting into the water.� Ignoring everyone else, she then gave her undivided attention to the boys in her troop.
I saw Ed up on the deck talking with the head pool-guy, a strapping college student with the physique of a weightlifter.� Ed then went into the water and pulled Joyce off to the side.� They talked for a few minutes;� Ed broke away and started a rough house game with the boys, challenging the other troops to a game of water polo.�
With everyone�s attention diverted to the action of water polo where dunking and nearly drowning your opponent was legal, Joyce quietly slipped out of the pool and strode to the adult bathhouse.� Soon I noticed the head pool-guy was nowhere to be seen.� A few minutes passed and he reappeared, whispering to one of his colleagues before resuming his duties, making sure no one had drowned.� The other young man slipped away unnoticed by everyone but me.� I watched as each of the pool staff disappeared into the leader�s bathhouse until there were no lifeguards left.��� It didn�t take a genius to figure out what was going on.
I too slipped away and in the bathhouse I saw exactly what was going on.� They had Joyce nude, kneeling as cocks where being thrust into her face.� She was happily going from one to the next, slobbering and gobbling cock like she was a skank queen in some porno movie.�
�Hey, guys, someone�s going to walk in and��� Whatever else I said was just as ineffective, so I changed tactics.� �There�s no one out there as a lifeguard.� If some kid drowns��� The appeal to duty did it and at least some of the lifeguards pulled up their trunks and went back outside.� Last I saw, Joyce was standing, bracing herself against the wall in the showers as the beefy head pool-guy poured it to her pussy with the biggest dick I�ve ever seen live.
The rest of the day was uneventful with Joyce MIA until supper.� No matter, the kids were all taken care of, leaving me to sweat and nap the afternoon away.� As night fell, we were all back at camp, parked in our lawn chairs and keeping a watchful eye on our lively charges.� By eight thirty, the camp was quiet, as the boys were all exhausted by their full day of activities.�
�I sure could use a fuck and a blow job, Joyce,� said Ed indelicately.� �Your choice, the clearing, the showers or the pool.�
�I didn�t get to swim this afternoon,� Joyce replied.� �How about it, guys?�
�This time, you get naked before getting in the pool,� said Ed.� �That way you won�t lose anything.�
�You�re on, Ed!� she replied.� �How about it, Jack?� You want to go swimming too?�
�Now that�s a silly question,� I answered.� �I wouldn�t miss it.��
�Say, where were you all afternoon?� asked Ed.
�I was busy,� Joyce replied.
�Yeah, I�ll bet you were busy,� snorted Ed.
With everything very quiet in camp, around nine thirty we headed to the pool.� Even though the moon was up and it was nearly a full moon, it was partly cloudy so that when we got to the pool, it was rather dark.� We had stripped to our birthday suits when the clouds broke, the moon illuminating pool area like it was daylight.
�Hey, honey!� We�ve been waiting for you!� came a voice from the pool.� In the bright moonlight I could see that the entire pool staff was there, in the water and hanging on to sides while gawking at her nudity.�
Ed grabbed her from behind and began mauling her tits for entertainment of the guys. �You�re really going to get fucked tonight, bitch,� I heard him hiss into her ear.� �There�s going to be some other guys too, guys who know how treat a whore like you.�
She broke away from Ed and mocked, �You�re all talk and no action, Ed.�
�We�ll see, bitch.� We�ll see.� She then sat on the pool edge and let the guys help her into the water.
�You have to be so nasty with her?� I asked Ed.
�She loves that kind of talk.� Haven�t you figured that out yet?� It gets her all hot a bothered to have someone treating her like a whore.�
�I guess��� He had a point, as she really didn�t seem to mind, indeed she seemed to thrive on it.� �Are there really going be even more guys here tonight?�
�I dunno,� Ed replied.� �I hope not.� Hell, you and me will have to be standing in line as it is.�
�You didn�t arrange this?�
�Hell, no!� Did you?�
�No.�
By that time the knot of young men, with Joyce in the middle, had worked its way over into the shallow end.� Ed and I dove into the cool water, relishing the relief it provided and swam over to the group.� Suddenly Joyce was hoisted out of the pool and was sat on the edge.� Her legs were opened and one of the guys drove in head first.� Joyce leaned back on her arms.� She was obviously enjoying being eaten out.� Soon a couple of guys were out of the water and laying her back.� While two guys feasted on her tits, a third straddled her face for a face fuck.� The guy eating her popped up and popped her cunt with his cock.� From then on it was like a feeding frenzy.�
By the time I got my cock into her, she was really sloppy fuck with my dick slogging into her cum laden cunt.� It was as they say, better than nothing� much better in fact.
We made it back into camp around midnight.� Joyce was a very happy and very satisfied lady.� Me, I needed a smoke and headed up to the clearing.
Next morning, it was, happily for me, just Joyce and me at the camp.� Ed had disappeared and we lounged about smoking and talking all morning.� Okay, we didn�t talk that much, but it was nice to have her all to myself for the morning. Swimming that morning went pretty much like it had the previous morning with a goodly portion of the pool staff hidden away in the adult bathhouse with Joyce.� I figured that it was really none of my business, so I stayed out of it.� However, I wasn�t the only one to notice what was going on; some of the other men had noticed too and were talking to Ed about it.� I trusted that Ed would be discrete about it all, while all the while I expected that the men would soon start disappearing too; but they didn�t.� They stayed with their charges, kept the boys distracted, but also maintained a close watch on the comings and goings into the bathhouse.�
The boys apparently didn�t notice when she finally emerged from the bathhouse, but a good number of the men certainly did,� While she swam about, rinsing off sweat and cum, little clusters of men watched her every move.� Even during lunch at the mess hall, it seemed that all eyes were glued to her.� Of course no one made any overt moves that would attract attention, but I felt that something was definitely up.�
After lunch when the kids were gone and it was just Joyce, Ed and me in camp, Ed told her, �Let�s go fuck!� You coming, Jack?�� Joyce never said yes and never said no, instead she followed Ed to the clearing where he stripped her of everything but her hiking boots.�
�You go first, Jack,� Ed said magnanimously before adding, �I forgot something down in camp.�� That was okay by me!� Joyce sprawled out on her blanket like the whore she was waiting for me to put it to her.� She didn�t have long to wait.�
I was leisurely pumping away, enjoying the way she squeezed and released my cock with her pussy muscles when I heard a commotion coming up the path.� Soon a dozen or more men, leaders of the other troops had gathered around us while we screwed.�
�Hot damned, boys!� one the men exclaimed.� �Ed wasn�t bullshitting us!� I�m first!�
Actually he was second, as I was first.� As the men began stripping around me, I was very aware of what was about to take place.� Joyce was too and the anticipation of it lurched her over edge and into a toe curling orgasm.� That did it for me and I happily hosed her cock slot down, lubricating her for the upcoming gang bang.��
Sated, I rolled off and the first (or rather second) guy climbed aboard.� Soon they were all over her like flies on honey.�
Joyce missed swimming that afternoon, and so did a lot of the other men.� Ed and I left her to her fun and took up our responsibilities as assistant troop leaders at the pool.� The pool guys were definitely disappointed that afternoon.
Not surprisingly, word got out about Joyce and the wrong people heard about it.� That night, Joyce quietly left camp leaving Ed and me to ride herd over the boys until camp was over on Saturday.� Thankfully that was only for a day and a half and by that time, the kids were quite capable of taking care of themselves.� Of course, they all asked about Miss Joyce and we told them that she had taken ill and had to go home.�
Fortunately, Joyce wasn�t canned as a Ranger troop leader over the incidents at summer camp.� Ed and I are now both regular assistant troop leaders and help out wherever and whenever Joyce needs us.� I�ll tell you, after putting up with Mindy�s crap for a month, the monthly camping trips are something I really look forward to.
THE END
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