Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2017 16:02:24 -0500 From: Robbie Robot Subject: Li'l SLut at Scout Camp Part 3 LIL'L SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP LIL'L SLUT AT SCOUT CAMP Part Three © Van T Z Boi 2016 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) Say what you like about Cookie but he's a great fuck. His man dick, wet from my oral worship slid right in. I sighed as I felt his breadth open me up. There's nothing so satisfying as a well horned dick filling a hot willing pussy and my teen pussy was filling up like Goldilock's said, `Just right.' ¨Hmm,mm,¨ Cookie moan groaned as my teen bud opened up to swallow him, he grunted as he met a slight resistance, that slight resistance being my own teen nub, already swollen with expectation I had to growl as the flickering shoots of pleasure began fanning upwards from my groin. ¨Ohh, so hot, so tight,¨ Cookie sighed as he dropped his weight in me, our lips meeting and then parting as our tongues fought that eternal duel of gratificational pleasure. My hands went up and across his back and I wriggled my hips slightly to adjust his position so that his weight was pressing in all the right places. For a minute we lay there just kissing, his seven inch cock swelling inside me, gently rubbing up against my passion spot, sending further waves of that special pleasure only a well-trained cock can bring when bumping a knowledgeable prostate. ¨Ready to rock,¨ I whispered as I felt my passion level hit the height that made me forget about the pain of his entry, it's only a momentary cutting sharpness but even so it's nerve jerking. Cookie knew I needed that extra minute to recover my lust and he enjoyed the tight gripping sensation as my pain ache reverberated within my teencunt. ¨You bet,¨ Cookie chuckled and I felt his muscles laughing inside my pussy, it was an extra nice touch of sexiness. He started slow, sliding his cock out to just the point of pain as my pussy lips were stretched, the slight pain becoming a pleasure now as my body adjusted. He could make those seven hard inches seem like a mile of fuck filled fun and I gloried as the sensations rolled through me. As the lusty passion slowly rose inside me and I reached my stratosphere I lifted my leg and crossed it over his backside; it told him I was hot to trot. He grunted and his hips moved faster, his rod sliding around quicker and quicker, my teen bulge pulsing hard when his cockhead rammed into me. I was gasping now, an indication that he was hitting the right spot and he pummelled away inside me, his own panting rising to match and then overtake mine. ¨Fuck, fuck, fuck,¨ he grunted as he punched his dick inside me, I felt the onset of orbiting stars, the flashing blurring lights across my open eyes glittering faster and brighter as that special tingling itch was scratched and massaged in just the right way. ¨Ohh, fuck,¨ I growled as the white heat hit me, my balls boiled over, my cock spitting its delivery of teen spunk between our heaving bodies. I grabbed at Cookie's body yanking him even tighter against me as my cock spat its final spurts, needing the sensual pressure on my cockhead to sweeten my orgasm. Fired up now as my teencunt pulsed and vibrated around his thumping shaft, Cookie grunted and growled too and then as my own pleasure ebbed, his hit his orgasmic height and he tensed and forced me down hard against the groundsheet, his cock blasting away deep inside me, I could feel the heavy pulses and the warm moistness as his sperms butted up against my pussy walls, the spreading wetness seeking deeper and deeper inside me, fertilising my stagnant colon, seeds that were wasted for reproduction but a welcome sensual delight as my teen bud was washed with the hot semen. ¨Grrhhh, ooohhh uuurrgghh,¨ Cookie growled happily as his delight slowly faded. He kissed me tenderly and we nuzzled for a sweet couple of moments. ¨Always worth fucking,¨ he complimented me, ¨never seem to get my fill of you Jojo,¨ I took the accolade, I could have replied that he was also worth the fuck but words seemed unnecessary just then. He went limp, his weight immobile on me now and I sensed his cock shrinking, retreating backwards as his lust withered. He raised his head, kissed me on the nose, ¨Gotta go,¨ he grinned, ¨Duty calls, food to prepare.¨ I smiled and sighed, `he certainly had done his duty by me.¨ He slid the last reduced inches out and leaning over me slicked at my spent sperms, sucking them up and swallowing them down. ¨Always tasty too,¨ he chuckled and reached for the damp cloth that was always ready. He cleaned himself down and rubbed the spoil over me. I lay back and laughed. I watched as Cookie dressed, he needed clothing between himself and the fire which would spit and smoke as he cooked away. The tent was hotter now but as Cookie left he draped the flap open, a cool draught breezed in and I enjoyed the sensation as the cool air floated across my naked body, my teen teats stiffening as the coolness wafted around them. I caressed my dick and balls, enjoying the sensual soothing touch, the last vestiges of my climax receding further and further away. It had been a quick fuck bit none the less satisfying for all that. ¨Jojo, get your fucked arse out here, there's work to be done,¨ Cookie's voice broke my reverie and I hastily slid on my shorts and tshirt and re-joined the team by the fire. Mark looked at me, his eyes questioningly and I grinned and slid my hand down the front of his shorts, he was instantly hard and he blushed red. ¨Don't worry, got plenty of spunk for your pussy,¨ I whispered and he went a deeper shade of crimson. Harry and Tokey burst out with a chorus of ¨Jojo and Markie sitting in the tree,¨ I smiled and pulled Mark close and slid my tongue into his mouth, his shorts bulged even more as I rubbed him hard and I felt my teen dick rise, not quite recovered yet but telling me I was up for it. ¨Hey,¨ Cookie slung a mugful of cold water over us, ¨time for loving later, right now we got other fires to cook. Mark, more wood. NOW!¨ he pointed a ladle at me, ¨You Jojo get a wooden spoon and stir that meat, don't want the bottom bits to burn. Harry, Tokey get those tins of peaches opened for the pudding. Now move those tight arses of yours boys,¨ he glared at us warningly. Cookie is so hot when he's all fired up. ¨Not fair Cookie,¨ I grabbed Marks arse as he moved to get away, ¨I was thinking of burning a different bottom,¨ I squeezed Mark's plump globes and he giggled. Cookie however threatened me with another mugful of cold water and I reluctantly let Mark go. Harry and Tokey giggled as Mark turned towards them, his tight shorts revealing the pointed tent of his boydicklet. He scowled good naturedly, gave them the two fingered sign and grabbing the hem of his shorts right leg, yanked it outwards and up; his ivory pink cocklet appeared, blushing pinkly and pulsing. His pricklet leading the way he headed towards the woodpile, I watched his arse move, the shorts even tighter now around the plump cheeks, his right one partly exposed where the shorts had risen and the partly exposed crack between his arse cheeks caused my teendick to swell even more. ¨Jojo,.¨ Cookie's vice held even more of a threat, despite the fact he was a good fuck he was also hot about his food and he did not allow anyone to fool around where a cooking meal was in progress. Glumly, giving Mark's departing arse a final leering look, I donned my own apron and grabbed one of the long handled wooden spoons and stood as close to the heat as I could, the spoon easily reaching the bottom of the simmering billy. A spicy aroma arose from the billy as I stared and as I inhaled the delectable scent, my hunger for Mark's boycunt dissipated as my stomach gurgled at the prospect of tucking into the steaming meat. ¨That's my boy,¨ Cookie stepped up beside me, he peered into the steaming vapour, sniffed heavily at the misty trails and then added another pinch of the brown powder from the jar labelled `Cookie's spice mix No. 2'. I stirred it in watching the brown particles being absorbed into the simmering bubbles. A richer scent spread outwards into the air and Cookie nodded. ¨That's better,¨ he stood beside me and slid his hand under my apron, his hands seeking my still stiff teendick. Ne nuzzled my ear, ¨Perhaps we can add some extra salty spiciness,¨ he whispered throatily, his hand stroking my hardon. Cookie looked swiftly around; Mark was busy loading the barrow by the camp woodpile to bring over the logs for the fire. Harry and Tokey were standing inside the Quartermaster's tent where Cookie and I had fucked' they were straining away with the can openers. ¨I can see your up for it,¨ Cookie chuckled. My shorts slid to the ground and I turned slightly away from the fire and in the opposite direction of Mark and the other two. My bloated dick poked out the side of the apron, the heavy cloth protected me from the heat but I could feel its burning warmth on my cockhead. I grunted as Cookie's hand worked up and down my shaft, tugging back my foreskin making me feel those sensational sensations of a man's hand on your dick. It was not the first time I had seasoned a camp meal. Cookie had a wonderful method for when testing you for your cooking badge. He would set you the task of frying an omelette and as the cooking mixture lay in the pan he would ask you to wank into the pan. He would say straight faced that a teenager's wank time was just right for timing an omelette. I don't know if he was right but that omelette was the best I had ever tasted and if I was on my own at home I had used his `timer' to great effect let alone when cooking at camp. His hand was fast, just as fast as a horny teenager in the school bogs with just a few lusty minutes to spare before the end of break bell rang at school. I was leaning back against him now, scenting his smell, hot and spicy like his food. I would have preferred a repeat of our fuck in the tent but knew that this was not the time, nor the objective. I felt my inner heat rise up to a similar level to the heat of the fire before me. My cock jutted out, hard and strong and so full of delirious, delectable sensual joys. My balls were churning away, readying the spicy flavouring that was being demanded. Fuck is there anything like being tossed off out in the open. The hot sun beating overhead, the campsite working away in the background, the hot heat of the fire matching my own and the ready supple hand of a prime handjobber. Fuck was I on a roll! My blood sang with lusty heat, my cock throbbed with lusty sensations, my balls ached with lusting sperms, loading up for the shoot, every inch of my fourteen year old skin was aflame with the red hot lust and the need to spunk my load. Oh I love to be young and full of cum, I sang to myself inside my head as Cookie wanked the full load out of my cock and balls. ¨Cumming,¨ I gasped between heaving breaths of horny lust. Cookie grabbed me with his other arm which had been caressing my teats. He lifted me up just that fraction of inches and turned me towards the billy. My cock shot off, the spread of spunk flying up into air and mostly landing right in the swirling cooking meat. The pearls of my teen juice lying on the surface for a moment before they slid down into the brown stew, Cookie continued to milk me, gathering the final dregs in his hand before shaking it above the billy, the drools of spunk slowly sliding off his fingers to disappear into the steam. I stood there shaking but continuing to stir the mixture now, warm feeling that tonight my spunk would be inside everyone that ate. Funny isn't it, spunking like that so easy, it's fucking great being a horny balls full teenager. Cookie smiled and then bent down to suck the tip of my dick clean, smacking his lips he grinned at me and I could see some pearly strands sticking to his teeth. ¨Best flavour in the world,¨ Cookie chuckled and then he tasted the billy, ¨Hmm could do with more,¨ he decided. I stiffened but not my dick; my squirming balls told me they needed to rest. ¨Harry, Tokey, get your dicks out here,¨ he yelled. Harry and Tokey rushed up, ¨What's up Cookie,¨ they asked almost simultaneously. ¨Your dicks please,¨ Cookie looked at me, ¨You take Harry, I'll do Tokey¨ As they caught sight of my shorts still rumpled around my ankles, Harry and Tokey caught on real quick. I steered Harry towards the billy, taking off my apron and covering him with it, he was already shucking his shorts down. Swiftly I grabbed his thickening teen rod; Harry was fifteen, a few months older than me but he had been a late `spunker' only starting to cream cum shortly before his fifteenth birthday but since then he was more than making up for it. I slid my hand up the satiny soft skin of his shaft, he was a good slim four and a half inches long when fully erect and his cockhead had the most beautiful heart shape forming his glans. I arranged the apron to cover him apart from his dick and still partly naked stood behind him to wank him; the heat from the fire was scorching on my exposed body. His teencock swiftly wetted as his precum frothed from his cockslit. I worked the sticky fluid over his heart shaped glans and down his slim shaft. He grunted as I jerked his foreskin slightly hard, yanking it down. I grinned as I felt a similar twinge in my body. God it's just great how well teenagers know how each other feels where horny pricks are involved. Harry was bucking against my groin, my dick was swelling at the sensation of his naked skin against my cock. Tokey was in a similar position beside me; Cookie and I exchanged giggling glances as we wanked the teen dicks in our hands. Tokey as usual was writhing and thrusting forward, his teen dick dripping its juices from the flickering fingers of Cookies wanking hand. I grunted, rubbing my hardened knob against Harry's pert backside, he was quite sporty and his muscle tone was hard due to his athletic pursuits. I felt him judder and shudder as I tugged his dick. He was also becoming quite hot to the touch, which sent certain messages to my dick. I squished up against him even more closer and then as my dick, with its own working mind, which every teenager knows about; slid between the pert cheeks, caressing the satiny skin of his crack. As I touched him in his most sensitive spot, the puckered wrinkles of his teen pussy; he inadvertently bent forward and grunted with lusty passion. My dick sensing the opportunity immediately rodded his teenpussy opening; gasping even harder he jerking bent back, taking my dick right up inside him. He felt so hot and tight and then due to his sporty body he actually started to hump my dick. Reaching up on his toes before squatting down so he was almost fully impaled, up and down and up and down, the minute movement sending me soaring high as a kite as my teenager colleague fucked me backwards with his sexy squat jumps. The tight exquisite delight as his teen pussy manipulated my teen rod, undulating his muscles with intermittent speeds sent my blood roaring and my balls pulsing. Hot what a couple of horny teenagers can do in a matter of minutes. I mean let's face it. I had dropped a load when Cookie fucked me, I had dropped a load when Cookie wanked me into the pot and I was already summoning up the spunk to fertilise Harry's teen pussy as I did my best to rub another load out of his bucking teen prick. I could feel his balls banging against my fingers and back against my own as he exercised his body in a beautiful fucking workout. Tokey was juddering and shuddering beside me, I saw his eyes were on my cock as it was ridden standing up by Harry's hot sporty body. He was grunting and spluttering as Cookie's hand flew up and down and then, gasping he jerked hard. ¨Cumming,¨ he cried and Cookie lifted him close to the steaming billy, working his young teendick as Tokey went into orgasmic spasms, his teen juice sputtering, spitting as it landed in the bubbling billy. ¨Fuck,¨ grunted Harry and I rubbed him faster, ¨No Fuck me!¨ he shouted angrily as he bent slightly forward balancing his weight on his feet. I got the message and let go of his dick to grab his waist, now I could pummel his teenpussy, leaving him to wank his cock. The heat from the fire hit me, roaring over the top of his body and my nipples tightened forming points as the roasting waves radiated from the blaze. I was however dealing with a different inferno, Harry's pussy was grabbing me tight, his pulsing muscles moving swifter and swifter. We grunted together now and panted and trembled and shuddered. Harry let out a might roar and bucked upwards, the pain on my cock was sudden and torturous but he was spunking, reaching high on his toes as his cock spat out its teenage jism, the floating pearls of sperm rocketing up high before landing. Spitting and spluttering as they fell into the simmering stew. ¨Fuck,¨ I yelled as the pain lessened and tightened again this time intermingled with my own passion as my cock blasted inside Harry's pussy. ¨Fuck,¨ I grunted again as I jerked my hips into his prostate body, tensed still up on his toes, his cock delivered its final spurts, my last dregs shooting high inside his teen cunt. We held position for a possible count of ten and then as our cocks deflated we sank down, our combined weights holding us up. ¨Some fuck,¨ chuckled Cookie who was still holding onto to Tokey. ¨I can go again,¨Tokey squealed, his hand flying up and down his thirteen year old teen dick. I grinned I knew he had been awed by what he had witnessed and like any good teenager his dick was already primed for action. His body was hot, the heat from the fire reddening him as his own passion raised the temperature of his young blood. Cookie slapped his hand away and took over. As my flattened for the moment dick slid out of Harry's pussy we held up against each other and watched as Cookie tossed another sweet load out of Tokey's throbbing teenpole. His fingers were a blur and Tokey was panting and gasping, his little chest heaving, his sex sweat running down his face, down his skin as Cookie pummelled the slim teen cocklet, the tiny ballsac jumping like Mexican beans below the hard teenage pencil. ¨Now, now, now,¨ shrieked Tokey and Harry and I leaped to help lift the slight figure up, Cookie reaching with his free hand to grab the billy, tipping it slightly forward towards us. The steamy vapours wafted around us as Cookie took aim and then Tokey squealed, his voice box reverberating its youthfulness as he squeaked high pitched as he dropped another ball full of his young teen spunk into the stew. Tokey collapsed into our arms as Cookie released his dick to replace the billy on the fire. ¨Nice fuck,¨ Harry leaned forward over Tokey's limp body to kiss me. I sucked at his tongue, a flicker of interest warming up from my dick. ¨Fun's over,¨ Cookie's voice was sharp and full of meaning, ¨Don't want the food to burn and waste.¨ His tone and look look said it all. Harry and I eased Tokey away from the heat, the cool breezes surrounding us, our blood cooling down. Well you know what teenagers are like, one moment fucking away, the next three happy teenagers were scurrying around the scene of our sexual exploit which was now a complete picture of campfire cooking normality. Mark trotted up with the full barrow of wood and Tokey went to help him stack the pile of logs and branches. I carried on stirring the billy, Mark's pert backside in my view as he bent down to stack the wood. His tight shorts leaving nothing to my imagination as he bent down, the quick glance from his face informing me that he very knew what he was doing; his wiggling arse winking back at me in union with his twinkling eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mottie toddle up, he was still naked, his boy dicklet hard and pointed and he was sniffing the air. He sniffed up beside us. "I smelt something," he squeaked and he padded from Cookie, to Tokey, to me before squatting down before Harry who was pouring out the tins of peaches into one big clean billy. "Knew it, knew I smelled teen cum," Mottie chuckled and then his hands tugged down Harry's shorts. I swear Harry's teen dick became fully hard less than a second after Mottie's hand closed around it. Harry sighed as his cockhead disappeared into Mottie's mouth, the boys' thin lips closing around the shaft. Cookie pursed his lips but said nothing. Harry sighed and moaned and then he looked guiltily at Cookie who shrugged his shoulders, "Nothing to do with me," he said, "Mottie's a law unto himself and you guys know what a ruckus he can put up if you try and stop him." He looked at Harry who was struggling to pour the opened cans as Mottie's mouth slurped away. "Just don't drop any of them peaches on the floor," he warned and carried on supervising me and the cookfire. Harry was struggling now and he had to put down the tin he was holding and hang onto the table. He bent his head to watch Mottie's head as it bobbed back and forth, sucking deeply at his slim teen dick, he was panting quicker too and his face was red with lust. Cookie looked over, ¨All them tins emptied?¨ he asked. Harry nodded and moaned at the same time. ¨Okay, well better deal with Mottie then, but as soon as he's done I want you back here ready to work.¨ Harry nodded and sank slowly to the ground, Mottie following him down before he climbed on top of Harry. ¨Fucking teenagers,¨ grunted Cookie. I raised the hem of my apron to reveal my own hardening teen dong and waved it at Cookie. He gave me a look, ¨Don't you start anything Jojo,¨ he waved a ladle at me, ¨it's bad enough having to deal with Mottie, fucking cock slut.¨ He banged the ladle into the billy full of cooking vegetables and stirred it vigorously. I continued to stir my own simmering stew whilst now and then flicking my eyes to the action by the Quartermaster's tent where Mottie was riding Harry. I could almost sense that taut vibrating boypussy around my own cock and I was not aware I was hipping my hips so that my cock rubbed against the heavy apron until Cookie slapped my backside. "Eyes on the fire," he growled. Harry lay flat on his back, his hands on Mottie's thighs as the slight figure rode his cock, the slippery delight of Mottie's boypussy as his cock slithered back and forth felt wonderfully tight and as Mottie's muscles went to work the undulations of Motties' boy canal sent wave after wave of pure sensual heavenly delights sweeping all over his teenage body. Tentatively his fingers teased the tip of Mottie's boydick, the emerging pink tip rubbing against his slim digits. Mottie growled and arched his back, digging down hard, causing Harry's dick to probe even deeper inside the melting furnace, his sudden drop downwards pressed against Harry's balls and the sharp pain produced only added an extra sensual edge to Harry's pleasure. Faster now Harry rubbed Mottie's dicklet, the slim pencil pulsing in his hand and the gripping membrane around his cock tightened and released with increasing tempo. As fast as he was Harry was no match for Mottie and it was Harry's cock which gave out first, the vicelike grip swelled around his swelling cock and his balls jerked and his spunk gushed into Mottie's spunky sea joining the rest of the wriggling sperms that sought the egg that was not to be found. Harry's cry of pleasure was cut short to another of acute pain as Mottie's throbbing pussy squeezed his spitting cockhead violently as Mottie himself bounced onwards to his own orgasmic joy. Harry grabbed Mottie's hips in an attempt to control the writhing dervish that seemed about to devour his cock. Instead Mottie forced himself down, sharply down, his pussy muscles grabbing Harry's teen rod in such a tight embrace that it stopped the blood from shrinking the teen rod. Harry grunted now as his teen prod was abused, Mottie's muscles working hard to control his stiffy so that it still rubbed his demanding boynub. The pleasure pain mounted and tortured Harry's nerves, his sensual centre went into overdrive as his hormonal chemicals reacted to produce an effective sedative to the pain, allowing just a small sense of pleasure to be left. Half in a faint, Harry lay helpless whilst Mottie molested his teenage prick until at last, Mottie grunted, growled and writhed swiftly as his own dry cum wracked through him. Harry looked at the bright eyes that flared momentarily happy at his and he sensed a lessening of the tight vice around his dick. ¨All right?¨ his voice quavered as he anxiously scanned Mottie's face. ¨It'll do for the time being,¨ Harry heard Mottie's warning and sucked in a deep breath, `would he have to go again?' Mottie's cock appetite was prodigious and he was unsure if he had the energy to fuck the boy again. Mottie looked down, his orgasm slowly fading away but the hungry itch was still there, partly sated it twitched, demandingly. ¨Mottie, that's enough. I got dinner to serve,¨ Cookie's tone was commanding. ¨Harry get up of him and go and ring the bell, its time to serve up.¨ Mottie for a moment sat there, immobile but when Harry tentatively pushed at his knees to shift him, he grunted and grudgingly got to his feet. He stood there watching Harry stand up, yanking his shorts back up over his swollen and very red and abused looking teen rod; the final tears of spunk dripping off the wet tip and falling onto the grass or adding to the damp patch on his shorts. ¨I am hungry,¨ Mottie sighed and rubbed his naked stomach, his boydicket wobbling, stiff and proud and he turned towards the pile of plates that had been stacked at the edge of the serving table and grabbed at the first one. Harry also sighed as he took up his place in the serving line where he stood and rang the bell loudly. A rumbling pounding sound vibrated the earth as famished scouts and leaders ran up. It had been a hard day in more than one way and energies needed feeding and refreshing. I stood beside Harry ladling the meat as he ladled the vegetables onto the plates as they crossed our view. ¨You okay?¨ I whispered and momentarily swapping hands, slid my hand down his back and cupped the globes of his arse, his cheeks were still twitching and his skin was hot to the touch. I decided not to try and cuddle his cock and balls, knowing how sensitive they would feel after a fuck session with Mottie. ¨I'm glad I'm not his boyfriend,¨ Harry whispered back, ¨can you imagine having to be ready to fuck anytime he wanted it.¨ I smiled, Harry was talking my kind of fantasy and most teenager's idea of heaven. ¨I agree,¨ I said, ¨pussy and mouth on tap any time you wanted,¨ I chuckled. ¨Nah,¨ grunted Harry as he pointed his ladle, ¨it would be anytime he wanted. Who's got the balls for that?¨ I had to agree, Harry was right, Mottie was as Cookie said a law unto his own and we were all complicit in his cock lustiness, after all he was still too young for Scouts and yet each of us had accepted his presence or more correctly access to his body as part of him being attached to the Troop. He would turn up at Pack, or Troop night or any of the various meetings and events, his clothes would disappear and one by one the chosen cock would penetrate and feed his boy pussy. He would often accompany someone home and I recalled the many times he had woken me in the middle of the night for just one more fuck. In the morning I would wake up, like all the others; Mottie would be lying against you, your cock deep inside his pussy whilst the two of you had slept and then before school or whatever day of the week it was he would want fucking and usually feeding. I suddenly thought that I did not even know where he lived or if he had family, presumably there was a mother and father but it came to me that they were never mentioned or named. "Hey Jojo," a plate was banged against the billy, "you day dreaming or what, I want my food," Bert growled at me and shaking the thoughts from my head I continued to ladle the grub. After the meal was over and everyone was taking it easy, talking softly, some making fuck plans for the evening I was standing by the table, the last of the washing up in the bowl. The clatter of metal plates and mugs ringing and clanging was clattering behind me where the others were laying everything out to finish drying. I felt a soft hand at my backside, the satiny soft fingers slid up inside the hem of my shorts and tugged at the hairs around my balls. "Mark," I giggled and turned to face him, the cute twelve year old stood there, his shorts once more tented as his slim tent pole of a boy dick swelled inside his shorts. I looked over at Cookie who was damping down the fire, just leaving the water billy to simmer in case hot water was wanted. I looked to my side where Harry was wiping down the table, "Can you finish off for me, Mark needs a different finish," I whispered. Harry gave the twelve year old a winking look and grabbed the brush from my hand. "Save some for me," he tittered and I strode of towards the trees that lined the lake. Mark followed, his breath already panting with more than exertion. I stopped by a clear gassy patch, the late evening sun was still warm and the pink beams played over the grassy space. Mark was naked before me; he helped tug down my shorts to suck my cock as I slid out of my shoes, my tshirt thrown to one side. I knelt down and we kissed as I fingered his boypussy, it felt wet and hot and the pucker grabbed and sucked my finger in deep, he was more than hot, his boypussy was on fire and I knew the only way to cool it down was to provide the spermy shower he needed to put out his internal blaze. Kissing, tongues sliding around each other's mouth's he went backwards until he was lying flat on the ground and I was on top of his slim frame. My dick felt its own way to his pussy lips, there was no knocking on the door, I drove straight it. "Perfect way to finish off a meal," I grinned and made my first deep thrust. END OF PART THREE To Be Continued...????????????????????? (Looks like sluttish behaviour all round but has the camping trip ended. Is it time to strike camp and go home. Could it all be over for the `Lil Slut at Camp'. Well if you want more and want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this may actually be the end and don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this further chapter. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. The good news is that good ole' nifty have provided copies of `Detained at Daddies' and `Mummy Said' from their records so now I have recovered all the missing stories, so mucho thanks nifty. Sorry I can't be more forthcoming at this time as to when I will be able to post them but please watch this space. Van T Z Boi)