Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2017 17:38:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Summer Camp Outing (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F, ff/FF) Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F, ff/FF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2017 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Summer Camp Outing By Jan I was 10 years old when my parents decided that it would be a good educational experience to send me to a summer camp in the mountains. Camp Cedar Pines had a good reputation. It was an expensive proposition for me to spend a month there, not as if my parents would have any trouble finding the money to send me there. I was reluctant to go there, but they insisted. Mom took me shopping for stuff I would need like a canvas duffle bag, canteen, light weight summer clothes, a couple of bathing suits, flashlight, sleeping bag, a canvas hat, sturdy shoes, shower shoes, and bathroom amenities including towels and swimmer's artificial shammy towels. They loaded me onto an old-school bus, with 40 other girls that were strangers to me. It was a four hour drive up into the mountains, and I was sitting next to a girl my age that had been to the camp the year before, so I made friends with her right away. We introduced ourselves. I told her my named was Anne and she told me her name was Cathy. She told me what to expect. The girls were all a little apprehensive about the trip at first but by the first hour the noise level rose to a deafening roar with all of the girls talking. As the bus started climbing the winding road up the mountain it grew quiet again. The bus started bouncing around when it pulled off the paved road and started moving a lot slower over the dirt road. We could smell the pine trees and dust. the air was humid. We eventually came to a clearing with logs defining the parking lot in front of a log cabin. There was a group of women lined up on the porch, as we started filing off of the bus. The driver opened the luggage compartment under the bus and started tossing duffel bags out onto the dusty parking lot. As soon as he emptied the bus he pulled out on his way back to town. I thought about jumping back on the bus, but didn't have the nerve to move. The staff was all dressed in dark green uniforms, almost like forest service uniforms. The 9bvious leader was and older and large woman. Hell, if it weren't for the obvious tits under the shirt she could have passed for a man. As I scanned the staff I thought most of them looked more like men than women. Cathy whispered in my ear, "Most of the staff are dykes, so be careful around them. If you're not into gay sex make sure you're never alone with any of them. That advice was rather frightening. We were divided up by age into groups of ten and were assigned a counselor. They led us off to cabins. The cabins had bunk beds for ten, and a small room for our counselor. There were lockers for each girl, and we simply tossed our duffel bags in the lockers before our councilor marched us off to the chow hall for lunch. Cathy assured me that our councilor was straight as far as she knew. There was a lot of noise of metal trays being knocked around and the voices of girls talking while they ate. After lunch, the camp director stood up on the podium and told us what would take place for the next month. It sounded like we were going to be kept busy from sun up until as late as 10:00 pm every day. She assured us that we would have some free time to go swimming in the lake or swimming pool, or do some hiking over the mountain trails. That sounded like a lot of exercise to me. I wasn't into that sort of thing, but as time passed the idea of hiking the trails sounded better, at least I could get way from all of the chattering girls, for a little quiet private time. The more I thought about Cathy's warning about the staff being dykes became fascinating to me. There was one councilor that I was sure was a lesbian. Her name was Gloria. She was about five-foot six, short cropped brown hair. She wore short sleeve shirts and shorts all of the time. Her legs and arms were as hairy as a man's. I decided to test my theory by asking her if she would like to go hiking with me. My excuse was that I wanted to find the most interesting sights. She gave me a sardonic smile and agreed to accompany me. She told me to bring a jacket and a bottle of water. I met her at the entrance to the trail with a light windbreaker tucked into a belt with a bottle attached to my hip. I was in shorts and a tank top with high top hiking boots, and had a soft floppy brimmed hat. We started hiking up the trail into the thick trees. There was the sound like someone chopping down tress, but I knew this was a protected forest. Gloria told me that what I was hearing was woodpeckers banging the beaks into trees to store acorns. I couldn't believe such small birds could make so much noise. For all I could tell the sound was carried from a distant location to where we were hiking. As we drew close to the area the birds were working they stopped hammering until we passed on by. Gloria told me that we could tell how far away any other hikers were from us by listening to the birds. She led me to some interesting lookout points, and she showed me where there was clean running water. She had even brought a ten cup, so we could sit by the stream and drink as much cold water as we wanted. She eventually led me to a natural hot spring and suggested that we take a dip in the pool. She started stripping off her clothes. I followed suit. I watched her every move. When she removed her uniform shirt, she had on a black latex sports bra that compressed her breasts so much that I didn't realize they were at least a DD until she pulled the bra over her head. She lifted them up as if to enjoy the breeze under her sweating tits. Her areolas were at least a two-inch radius with large brown nipples. There were even dark hairs ringing her areolas and some between her tits. She bent down to remove her hiking boots. As she bent over, her big tits dangled like half-filled water balloons. After removing her boots and socks she stood up to remove her shorts. When she unfastened her shorts, she pulled them down along with her black underpants. Doing so exposed the trail of pubic hair running from her navel to the thick patch of pubic hair covering her vulva and blending down the inside of her legs to her hairy legs. She slowly descended into the warm water. I had been watching her so much that I was still half dressed. I hurriedly removed my own top, boots, socks, and shorts. All I had left to remove was my panties. As I stepped into the pool, she held out her hand to help me step down into the warm water. It wasn't all that deep. Gloria was sitting on a submerged rock, so the water was up to her shoulders. She spread her legs and had me sit between her legs with my back to her. I anticipated her molesting me, and was looking forward to her doing it. I didn't have to wait long, and she placed her hands on my shoulders and let them slide down to my chest. I was too young to have breasts, but my nipples were very sensitive to the touch. My pussy was tingling even before she ran her hand down to my crotch. She fingerfucked me until I had my first orgasm at the hands of someone other than myself. The water was warm enough to make me so relaxed that I almost drifted off to sleep. I rested my head on her breasts while she continued to stroke my pussy. She kissed me on the neck, before she suggested that we get out of the water and lie on the nearby flat rock to allow the sun to dry our bodies. The rock was not too warm because the trees filtered the sun shining on the surface. We sprawled out on our bellies to feel the warmth of the sun. When she felt like we were dry enough she rolled over onto her back, and I followed her example. The warmth of the sun felt good and her hand even felt better. She stroked every inch of my body, and her touch sent a vibrating thrill through my body. She eventually spread my legs and started sucking on my pussy. The thrill of my first experience of oral sex was mind blowing. I had never suspected that oral sex could be so exciting. I wanted to make her as happy as she had just made me, but I didn't know how to express my feelings. Gloria may have understood my feeling, or she may have just been so horny that she had to have me satisfy her sexual need. She moved around my body as I lied there in the afterglow. She squatted over my head and lowered her pussy down over my face. Her pubic hair was still a little damp. Her squatting that way she was spreading her labia open, and her soft flesh molded to my face. I was being forced fed her clitoris. I was looking up at her ample butt and watching her asshole pucker. She even had pubic hair ringing her asshole. I had to struggle occasionally to catch a breath. She would lift her butt just long enough for me to catch a breath, before she would smother me again. She slapped my pussy to stimulate me to work harder to please her. I'm not sure if I had a second orgasm before she had one. All I know is that I got a mouth full of her slimy pussy juice. She eventually sat back on the rock and allowed me to rest my head on her pubic bush with my arms resting over her thighs. She wanted to talk. She asked me to come up the hillside to cabin number 3 after the skits and cracker barrel that evening. The way she asked was more like a command, but I wanted to do it as much as she wanted me to come to her cabin. She told me to bring a toothbrush and clean underwear. She also added for me to tell my barracks councilor where I was spending the night. She explained that if I didn't, the councilor would have a detail out looking for me. We got dressed and made our way back to the camp. After dinner, the campfire with skits, and cracker barrel I headed for the barracks and stuffed clean panties in my pocket along with my toothbrush. I knocked on the door to the councilor's room. When she opened her door, I told her that I had been asked to spend the night at cabin number 3. She gave me a dry smile and said, "Have a good time, Honey!" She even patted me on the butt as I turned to leave. I made my way past the dining hall and the communal showers and bathrooms. I wasn't sneaking up the trail, but I didn't think it wouldn't be appropriate if I was seen headed for the staff cabins. I was conscious of the crunch of the dirt path as I walked up the trail. It was dark enough that I should have used a flashlight, but I felt that there was enough moonlight for me to make my way up the trail. As I made my way I became aware that there was someone following me up the trail. They were using a flashlight, so I picked up my pace. When I arrived at the cabins lined up in a row, it was obvious that they were numbered in order, so I made my way past the first two cabins, and knocked on the screen door of the third. Gloria opened the door and pushed the screen door open enough to allow me to enter. I quickly surveyed the room. It shocked me to see the councilor of the hobby and craft shop sitting on one of the two bunks. I had not expected to see another person there. It hadn't occurred to me that the staff shared cabins. I had expected to be alone with Gloria to have sex with her. I noticed that there were two lockers and bunks in the room with a small desk between the two bunks. There was a single light bulb dangling from the center of the room. The desk had a lamp, and a CD player. Up there a radio was useless. While I was standing there feeling foolish at my expecting to have sex with Gloria, but considering there was someone else there, I figured sex was out. Gloria introduced me to her cabin-mate and rested her hand on the ass of my shorts, as I sheepishly acknowledged Elizabeth. At that point, there was another rapping on the screen door. Elizabeth got up to answer the door. To my surprise, it was Carol. She said, "I tried to catch up with you. I didn't expect that you would learn to enjoy the benefits of the summer camp so soon. Now that you are obviously into our favorite pastime, we can enjoy it together." While she had been making her speech, Elizabeth slipped her hand around Carol's waist, and started unfastening the front of Carol's shorts. I blushed at the obvious way the councilor was starting to molest my bunkmate. I hardly noticed that Gloria was also starting to remove my shorts too. I didn't resist when she lifted my arms to remove my camp T-shirt. It was strange to be standing there in that small space between the two bunks facing Carol so close that I could have touched her. I didn't do it, but Carol reached out and started touching my small nipples. We both had to sit on the bunks while our boots were removed by our hosts. It was so strange to lie on Gloria's bunk while the two councilors removed their clothes. It was so erotically nasty to lie there in the arms of Gloria while she was kissing me with tongue and I was watching Carol and Elizabeth making love to each other. The springs and metal straps of the bunks were sure making a lot of noise as our dates went about eating our pussies and presenting their own pussies for us to eat. I must say sucking on Gloria's tits and eating her pussy was a lot more fun than masturbating myself. I think it was Elizabeth that suggested that we switch partners. Elizabeth got off of her bed and helped Gloria up, so that she could get on top of me. She was the first female I was to have sex with that was clean shaven all over. I couldn't even understand why I was so attracted to Gloria myself, and I found it interesting that Elizabeth would be bunking with a woman that was so hairy. As I rubbed my face against her vulva I could feel the stubble of hairs. I ate her pussy until I thought she was going to have an orgasm, but I got a mouth full pf piss. I managed to swallow some of it, but I almost gagged. As I pulled my head away she sprayed her piss all over my face. My bangs were soaking wet. When I looked over at the other bed Gloria was fucking Carol in the ass with a strap-on dildo. I had sex with every staff member that summer and even spent an evening in bed with the camp manager. It was very satisfying having sex with a woman old enough to me my grandmother. By the end of the summer we even had an orgy in the dining hall. I had sex with every girl and staff member that night. I collected phone numbers of every girl and staff member, because I knew I was going to be making dates with them regularly until next summer. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.