Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2023 13:28:50 +0000 From: John Van Laningham Subject: Camp X Prologue CAMP X by John Van Laningham NOTE: This is really a series of stories, all set in a campground that caters to a certain kind of clientele. I've read that the trick to writing erotica is to write it so that it makes you hard (or wet as the case may be). These stories did that for me. If you enjoy them, please let me know at jvanlan@black.com. I plan to post one per week or so. Thank you for reading. DONATE TO NIFTY! PROLOGUE "Fuck her, Marc" Jean-Pierre says, shoving his dick down Karenna's throat and manhandling her tits as Andre has just pulled out of her pussy. The whole place is bathed in red light but I imagine his cum leaks out of her shaved pussy. My 16-year-old son, all teen muscle and long hard thick dick, shoves it into his twin sister's hole, suspended on the sling in the back of the Sugar Shack. How many times has he fucked her? Hundreds. She is Katya's prize, her daughter, a cum hungry slut, a real whore. Marc is my lightly brown boy, all cock and single minded. The dirtier, the nastier, the better. They are made to fuck each other. It is hot, muggy, sweltering, the fans in the tall ceiling barely making a difference. There are a 100 people or more crowded in, on toward midnight, a normal summer night. People come to this campground for a reason, and this is a big part of the reason. I am standing at the end of the right-side hallway, making people go around me, getting pats on my ass as they do, watching my beautiful son fuck his sexy sister and not for the first time. Andre squeezes Marc's ass, which is strange as all three boys have sworn off anything approaching gay sex, despite great experience with it. Off to my right, in the room with the padded table, my main bitch - my wife if you have to say that - Katya is getting tripled stuffed, a dick in every hole. And she is loving it, a true slut. The room is pretty much open to the larger area that takes up the back half of the building, just some wooden bars to separate it and Marc has been masturbating watching Katya, his mother, getting fucked. He got to see her choke on cock, ride cock in her ass and have another shoved in her pussy. And, not for the first time, it had turn him on. Katya had predicted he would be a stud when he was little and hairless, pretending his little cocklet was a cum machine gun, popping off rounds. And Karenna started rubbing that clit early, but Katya and I competed to show her how a tongue can get her off. We were ginger with the dick. But she discovered Marc's very early on and demanded he use it. For me and Katya, we wanted our twins to know nothing but pleasure. No guilt, no shame, no morals. Just orgasmic pleasure. Now, we are all here, in a crowd of naked people, fucking publicly. The whole place smells like sweat and sex, which is a heady brew. "My dads are busy" a cute kid named Grayson, all of about nine years old, says, sneaking out from the room where he has been watching the fucking. He is dressed in his underwear, tented up. The young kids are mostly indifferent to what their elders are doing. They are playing outside, loudly, in roving packs and gangs, monarchs of the night, in a world where adult supervision is, at best, lax. But kids grow. Some of the older kids, those nearing puberty or just entered, are perched up in the rafters or around in the kid's gallery, watching the action. But not all. Just as many more are on the floor, in the thick of it, several in the center of a circle of men, sucking and taking their loads, bukkake style. Others are bent over or split wide, taking it, or mothers eating daughter's pussies or any other possible variation. There are quite a few teenagers here too, showing off their bodies, but others around in alcohol and drug fueled fuck parties here and there. "Cum on her tit." Marc says as Jean-Pierre pulls out of Karenna's mouth. The other boy whips his tool out and unloads on the rich mounds of flesh. Marc and Jean-Pierre and Andre have been best friends the better part of their lives. Jean-Pierre and Andre are ostensibly brothers even though Jean-Pierre is a green-eyed sandy, fair skinned ginger and lean boy and Andre light skinned black boy with exuberant overflowing hair and muscled perfection. Daniel brought them in at the same time and presented them as brothers and no one has questioned the means they came together. And those might not be - probably aren't- their real names. Marc himself is multi-racial, a mutt bred of white, black and Filippino. They are the Pussy Posse. More than a year ago, they determined they would only fuck pussy but only together. I am convinced that after they are through with the adolescent identity try out, that the truth will be that they are a natural trio of pansexual boys in a relationship with each other. But if they want this phase, I am cool with it. They whip though plenty of pussy. And all three are beautiful. It's a pleasure to watch them fuck and they are exhibitionists to the core. Marc is grunting, his perfect round ass flexing as he drives his stiff rod in and out, hard hammering thrusts, his muscles glistening, the sweat dripping off his back. Little Grayson beside me, all four foot of him, tucks his hands into his underwear to rub his stiffie. He looks at me and smiles. "My dads like fucking" he says. "Fucking is good." I say. Marc grunts again, then pulls out quickly. He looks over at me and heads my way. With a wry grin and a nod of his head, he gets in front of me and gives his rod a couple of good tugs and unloads his cream on my dick. "That side piece you're fucking" he said, looking over at one of the RV guys slapping Katya on the face with his dick, "when are we getting a chance at it?" "Soon, I think" I say. Jean-Pierre pulls on his arm and says, "Come on, let's go get fucked up." "And more pussy?" I ask, teasing them. "Fuck yeah!" Andre says, "Always more pussy." They'll head across the dirt road and up the hill to the Bull Pen, the bar, to drink. They've lately taken to bourbon and scotch to prove their masculine heterosexuality. They'll go there naked still, of course, their softening dicks cum soaked, all three with full bushes and lean, tight bodies. For all I know, they'll get laid again as they get drunk. Sandra, Marc'S grandmother, will serve them, and she'll pour heavy. For her, the young need to be drunk, high or getting laid. Then there is Karenna. Her legs up and her ass out there. She has fingers in her muff. I take three steps, bend at the knee and make a practiced dive into her hot, sweet hole. "Dad" she sighs. I grab her tits roughly. My dick is throbbing, pushed in her. I can feel stickiness on my thighs, can smell her excitement. "Fuck me dad" she says "make me cum" And I pound her until she comes. When she does, her body limp and shivering, I look around and see little Grayson standing there still rubbing a stiffie. I pull out of her and tell the boy to suck it. A man, one of his dad's, done with Katya, comes out as I shove my fat member down their boy's throat. "Suck it, Grayson, swallow his hot load" one of them says as the other gives me a high five. I unload in his mouth, and he drinks my cum down. Not his first load. This is my life. This Corydon. It's a campground that caters to the kind of people who do things sexually you can't admit that you do. Not aloud. Taboo. Deviant. Perverted. Here is it normal. Commonplace. And I love it.