Kevin and Molly Go to Camp – G-One Year               by: Gingerfred Man

 

Chapter One – This is so lame.

As he looked out the airplane window, Kevin couldn’t understand this at all. His Dad and Mom, good parents most of the time, he thought, insisted that he go to this lame camp that Dad went to as a boy. They didn’t even tell him about it until his 12^th birthday party last month. Now it’s the biggest thing in Dad’s life. He says things like, "You’ll love it" and "It was the best experience of my boyhood."

Kevin had told him, "You know I’m not big on that woodsy stuff, Dad. I get insect bites and don’t like being dirty all the time."

Dad said, "It’s not that kind of camp." And that’s all he would tell Kevin about it.

What’s worse, Kevin thought, was that it was going to last ten weeks! The whole summer he would be learning how to live like an Indian or something. He wouldn’t see his best friend, George, or his Mom.

He would never tell his friends this, but Kevin loved his Mom very much. She was always so sweet to him and Dad. She was so…feminine. She was a beautiful lady and except for shorts and swim suits in the summer, always wore skirts, dresses, stockings, heels and pretty nightgowns. The sloppy girls he knew were nobodies compared to his wonderful Mom. The Greeks might say he was verging on an Oedipal complex, but sex hadn’t really popped onto Kevin’s radar screen yet. He was all boy, with an inquiring mind, a love for sports, a good sense of humor, and typical male aggression

As the pilot told them that the plane was about to land on Camp Island (another lame thing, the camp was called, the Camp), Kevin looked around at his fellow passengers. Nine boys, all twelve-years-old like Kevin, all clean, nice-looking and intelligent. Billy, Dan, Charlie, Roy, Dave, Roger, Rick, Steve and Larry. Talking to them last night at the hotel near the airport, Kevin found that they were all as bewildered as he. Their fathers all talked about how wonderful Camp was for them, but no details. One other strange thing – like Kevin, all the boys had long hair, tied back in a ponytail. Many had earrings, in one ear or two. Their parents had all suggested it and, since it looked hip, they all followed through.

What an awful summer this will be, Kevin thought.

Chapter Two – Welcome to Camp

The plane landed on Camp Island and the boys disembarked. Their bags were taken by smiling teenage boys who nodded at the ten new kids and looked at them in a way that was…leering, almost. More strange behavior!

Led by a thirty-something man who called himself Uncle Ward, the head Camp counselor, they were led into a pleasant, small, arena-type auditorium with about 75 raised seats surrounding the central area. The new boys were asked to take seats in the first rows and their orientation began.

"Welcome again Campers." Uncle Ward said. "I’m sure you’re wondering what this is all about. You all know that your fathers attended this Camp and that they all loved it. You may be asking yourself, ‘How could I enjoy something my father liked?’" "If you think about it, your father is a pretty cool guy and I’m here to tell you that this Camp is a main reason why he’s that cool."

The boys stirred in their seats a bit considering that, then Uncle Ward went on. "There are no XX girls in this Camp and never have been. By that I mean that all women have two XX chromosomes, or XX, but men have an X and a Y chromosome or XY, so even the world’s most macho man is half woman. One of the things we will do at this Camp is to help you get in touch with both sides of your nature, the X and the Y. You’re wondering what I mean, so I’ll show you by introducing you to some more senior Campers. Matt. Would you join us please?"

From the left of the stage came Matt, a good-looking, 5’10" teenager with short, black hair and wearing a navy-blue polo shirt, khakis and deck shoes. "Matt is 15 years old and a B-two. He’s emphasizing the Y in his nature at the moment. Matt is in his fourth year at Camp and is from Arizona. He likes baseball, rock climbing and his girlfriend Diane. Diane, would you join us, please."

From the right side of the stage came Diane, a tall, stunning, teenager with long brunette hair, wearing a white, short-sleeve blouse, a short, plaid skirt, tan stockings and three-inch black stiletto pumps. Diane’s face was expertly made up and she had red lipstick on what Kevin’s friend, George, would call "cocksucker’s lips." Little did the new boys know.

The new boys were stunned and somewhat aroused as Diane winked and flirted with them. "I thought there were no girls here," Kevin whispered to Billy, the boy to his right. Billy just gulped out a "Yeah" and watched for what would happen next.

"Diane is 14 years old and a G-Two," Uncle Ward said. "She’s emphasizing the X in her nature at the moment. Diane is in her third year at Camp and is from Michigan. She likes opera, crochet and her boyfriend, Matt. Matt and Diane are in love, but they haven’t seen each other since Camp last summer, so I think it’s only fair that we allow them to greet each other, don’t you, boys?"

The boys could only nod. Uncle Ward touched something on the wall and a king-sized bed rose out of the floor right in front of the new boys. "It’s OK, Matt and Diane," Uncle Ward said. "Show the boys how much you missed each other."

Matt moved to Diane and after saying "I love you" and "I missed you so much" consumed her with a deep kiss. Tears were in Diane’s eyes as she plunged into his arms. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Matt sat on the end of the bed and Diane sat next to him, never breaking their hot kiss. Tongues enlaced, the pair gave off so much heat that the new boys could feel things getting hotter in their own pants. Then things were kicked up a notch.

Diane expertly removed Matt’s cock from his trousers and began to stroke it as they kissed. "Oh my," Kevin thought, "they’re in big trouble with Uncle Ward." But as he glanced over at the head counselor, he saw that Uncle Ward was smiling at the goings-on. "This guy must be a pervert. What’s happening here?" Kevin thought.

"We’re not in Kansas anymore," his new friend, Billy, said.

Neither boy had ever seen a cock other than their own and they had never even kissed a girl. So the show was a real eye-opener. And it was only beginning.

Moaning softly, Matt whispered something in Diane’s ear. She released his cock, slipped down to her knees, and sucked the whole cock into her sweet, lipsticked mouth.

The boys were on overload at this time and the show had their full attention.

Sucking away, Diane seemed to be in heaven. She kept full eye contact with Matt, who looked at her with adoration. After a few minutes of this, Matt said. "We have to stop now, Honey, or you’ll get an early Christmas present." Diane wanted to continue, but she followed Matt’s wishes. He whispered to her once again and she got on all fours on the bed. Matt removed the rest of his clothing and the new boys were looking at a buff, handsome teenager with a wicked, wet hard-on. They should all be sickened, Kevin thought, but they were excited. Kevin was so turned on, his ears were hot.

Matt moved behind Diane and peeled up the back of her skirt. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt! And white, see-through bikini panties! And something else. This gorgeous young girl with cock-sucking skills far beyond those of mortals had her own nice-sized cock, fully erect, with two full, pink balls.

The new boys gasped. Things began to make sense. No girls here. Both sides of our nature. Wait a minute. Who are the girls here?

Meanwhile, back at the bed, Matt had slipped the panties down to Diane’s pretty knees as she stayed on all fours. He gently spread Diane’s ass cheeks apart and began to lick her asshole and environs. He licked with relish and great skill and Diane was in ecstasy. She moaned. She sighed. She squealed. And Matt continued to lick.

After ten excruciating minutes, Matt ceased the anal tonguing and brought his stiffie to the entrance to Diane’s lower chamber. Diane looked over her shoulder, egging Matt on with moans and grunts as Matt pushed forward. Diane drew her breath in hard but Matt’s cock met no resistance. His manhood was clearly an old friend there. "Ohhhhh," Diane said when it was all in and she continued to use that phrase each time he came forward. Matt did not forget about Diane’s pleasure. He maneuvered them into a position on their left sides, and then reached around with his right hand to stroke her girlie foreskin each time he pushed. Diane looked over her shoulder for a kiss and they locked lips and tongues again, Diane’s lip-gloss stayed intact. Thank you, Estee Lauder.

This exciting scene was arousing the boys like nothing in their young lives. Roy had his own cock out and was stroking it unashamedly. A strange thing to do, but in the circumstances it seemed OK. Roy was the shortest of the new boys, barely five feet, but he seemed to be the worldliest. He was from California and he may have even had some form of sex at the young age of twelve. Kevin would have to ask him. Kevin thought about freeing his own little soldier, but he was ashamed to say that aside from moving his foreskin to clean the cockhead, he didn’t know anything about the stimulation of the penis. If he stayed at the Camp, he was bound to find out.

Back at the bed. Matt was getting that old familiar feeling in his stomach and he knew it was time to bring the show to a grand finale. He stopped pumping and whispered to Diane again. He pulled out his still-stiff gladiator and rolled on his back. Diane got into a proper cock-sucking position, on her knees on the bed, and took his poopchute-stained cock into her sweet mouth. That both repulsed and thrilled the new boys as the whole show had. Sucking, licking, and kissing the head brought Matt near the climax. In an inspired moment, Diane wet her middle and index fingers and gently inserted them in Matt’s asshole as she continued to lick his cock. That did it – a great groan from Matt and sploogee all over Diane’s angelic face. Matt came and came. Diane swallowed some of the cum, she let some stay on her face and the rest ran over Matt’s cock and balls. They both sighed deeply, looked at each other lovingly and gave each other a big cummy kiss, licking off all the cum they could. Diane then went to Matt’s pubic region and cleaned up the rest with her tongue. They embraced and kissed each other softly. Matt saved two fingers worth of his cum and applied it to Diane’s foreskin, manipulating it as they continued to kiss. In a few moments, Diane groaned, squealed, and shot a fine load of cum all over Matt’s hand, her tummy and her garter belt. "I love you," she rasped to Matt. He repeated the sentiment and kissed her again.

Uncle Ward said to the new boys, "Wasn’t that wonderful, boys? Let’s give them a hand." And he started applauding. Though stunned, the boys joined in. "Is that what we’re doing here?" Kevin asked himself.

Recovering themselves, Matt and Diane stood up, bowed deeply and departed arm-in-arm. The bed sank back into the floor and the room was quietly expectant.

Chapter Three – The rules

"I guess I should explain what the Camp is about, boys," Uncle Ward said. "Founded sixty years ago by a billionaire crossdresser, Camp was established so that a select number of America’s finest boys could truly examine both sides of their nature, without fear or restriction. You have been selected as this year’s group and it is a great honor for you. You may, of course disagree and if you do, just let me know and we will ship you out of here immediately. We have a list of alternates who can take your places. Rule One is – no one is forced to do anything they find repulsive. That doesn’t extend to making beds, or other chores, of course. I’m talking about sex.

"Yes, sex and lots of it. Over the next six years of ten-week summer camps. You will spend thirty weeks exploring the female side of your nature and thirty weeks exploring the male side of your nature. You will learn what it means to be a girl and you will become a much better boy as well. You will most likely experience over one thousand orgasms and you will give as much pleasure as you get. You will learn lessons of human nature that will make you a great success in the world beyond our Camp.

"Here’s how we’re organized. When you leave this room, you will become girls for seven weeks. We call this period, G-One, because it’s your first session as a girl. After seven weeks, the entire camp will switch identities. Girls become boys and vice versa for the last three weeks. You will become boys again, or B-Ones. Next summer, you will begin the first seven weeks as B-Ones, the switch to G-Twos for the last three weeks. This pattern follows through your last year where you will be 17 years old and a B-Three for seven weeks and a G-Four for three.

"Sex is encouraged between boys and girls and tolerated between girls. There will be no sex between boys. This is a heterosexual camp and homosexuality, not that there is anything wrong with it, is one of the offenses for which you can be expelled. First offense will merit a warning, second will be banishment for one full year, and third will be expulsion.

"For the more severe offenses, first offense will bring banishment for one full year, second will bring expulsion. These include drug use, alcohol use, smoking, violence against another camper or counselor, and forcing a sex act on a camper.

"The most severe offense, of course, is to bring a sexually transmitted disease to Camp. This is a first-offense expulsion. You have all been checked before coming here. Remember that doctor’s visit your Mom made for you last month? And you will be checked periodically for drugs, alcohol, tobacco and STDs during the non-Camp months as well. We have a wonderful thing here and we have to act maturely to keep it.

"There is a daily schedule that you will receive in your room. You will attend sessions marked as mandatory or be reprimanded and probably punished. You’ll note that worship services on the appropriate day each week are mandatory for you. We love God here and we honor him appropriately. Some religious establishments have some spiteful and strange rules about sex. We honor God for his benevolence. Sex is a wonderful, divine gift.

"When you leave this room, you will become girls for seven weeks. You will walk like girls, talk like girls, act like girls, fuck like girls and suck cock like girls. Each of you will be assigned a big sister, who is a G-Two and your new best friend. She will help you through the transition with grace and humor. You will take on a girl’s name, selected by your parents, and a girl’s personality. Any questions so far?"

The boys gulped, looked at each other and said nothing. They were excited and scared to death. "Can I really suck cock and get fucked up the ass?" Kevin was thinking. Looking at his mates, Kevin noticed that only Roy seemed eager to move ahead. "He must be queer," Kevin thought.

"The question I sometimes get," Uncle Ward said, "Is, ‘I’m not gay. How can I do all that?’ The answer I give is, neither am I, but it was the best time of my life. When you are a girl, you will be a girl. Girls fuck with boys. That’s heterosexuality. Put those ‘queer’ thoughts aside.

"Any other questions? I see not, so let’s see what else I can show you that will convince you." Uncle Ward pushed a button and the bed came back, with clean, cum-free sheets.

Chapter four – Role reversal

"Now you may be wondering if it’s possible to move back and forth between both sides of your nature. I believe I can prove that to you right now. Paul, would you join us, please."

At that, a handsome young fellow named Paul stepped in. His rich brown hair tied back in a ponytail, Paul was dressed in a white shirt, striped tie, blue blazer, gray pants and brown penny loafers. "Paul is 14 years old and is just visiting us today. In seven weeks, he will be a B-two," Uncle Ward said. "For the next hour or so, he’s emphasizing the Y in his nature. Paul is from Michigan and likes lacrosse, blues and sex with lots of girls. He does not know Tiffany very well, but he has agreed to have sex with her today because I asked him to. Tiffany, my dear."

Tiffany stepped on the stage and she was a stunner. Wearing a sleeveless little black dress, black hose and four-inch-heeled, black, strappy sandals, she was every guy’s teenage fuck dream. She had a beautiful face, perfectly made up, with dark eyeshadow and pink lipstick and was wearing gold dangly earrings. "Tiffany is 15 years old and is just visiting us today. In seven weeks, she will be a G-Three," Uncle Ward said. "For the next hour or so, she’s emphasizing the X in her nature. Tiffany is from Arizona. She likes romance novels, field hockey and making boys spew out all their cum. She does not know Paul very well, but she has agreed to have sex with him today because I asked her to. Paul. Tiffany."

Realization was hitting the new boys in waves. The first thing Kevin noticed was what beautiful, long, honey-blond hair Tiffany had. Then he noticed that her toenails and fingernails matched her lipstick. Then he noticed that Paul was Diane and Tiffany was Matt.

Paul and Tiffany moved to the bed. Unlike their "flipside" personalities, or "flips" in Camp jargon, they were not lovers and acted like strangers having sex for the first time. Flips of good pairs rarely seemed to hit it off, but that’s another story. Tiffany kissed Paul on the lips and removed his tie. He pulled off his blazer and began to unbutton his shirt. Tiffany turned around for her dress to be unzipped, which Paul graciously and eagerly did. As Paul was removing his trousers, Tiffany slid out of her dress. The new boys hadn’t really considered the issue of breasts yet, but here was evidence that Camp girls didn’t have titties. However, Tiffany was wearing a Camp-designed piece of lingerie around her waist that not only cinched the waist; it pushed up the chest skin so that Tiffany had about 32 AA titties – small, but with large, puffy nipples. Tiffany also had a black bra, black garter belt holding up fully-fashioned black stockings and black silky panties worn over the garter straps for quick removal. When she faced the ten new boys, Uncle Ward and Paul, a dozen cocks stood straight against twelve flat stomachs. Peeking out over her sweet panties was a reddish-purple, oozing cockhead. And at the moment, the whole package was there for Paul’s enjoyment.

Tiffany pulled down her 14-year-old loverboy’s boxers and he stood naked to all. Tiffany looked more girlie in her lingerie, so she left it on. Paul drew Tiffany to his arms and kissed her lips, her face and her neck. Fifteen-year-old Tiffany was responding with enthusiasm. She massaged Paul’s cock and whispered suggestions to him. Paul gently laid her on the bed on her back and stood there admiring his prize. "Come fill me up, Sweetie," Tiffany said.

Paul wanted to begin with Tiffany’s nipples and he was in no hurry. For a good fifteen minutes, he licked, sucked and adored those puffy treasures and she was ecstatic. She moaned and cooed and when he began frigging her foreskin, she surprised everyone, including herself, by shuddering and coming in great, greasy gobs, all over her lingerie. When she had retuned to earth, Paul did what any gentleman would. Using two fingers, he scooped up what he could and transferred the natural lubricant to the inner walls of her poopchute. After a bit more kissing and fondling, Paul decided to strike while the cum was wet and, lifting Tiffany’s ankles skyward, he eased his cock into the sphincter of her Campgirlpussy. Ooh, it felt so good for both of them. On her back, Tiffany could stretch a little and kiss Paul as she was being royally fucked. The position also seemed to provide great penetration and Paul’s peter was nudging Tiffany’s prostate on every thrust. Each time he clipped it, she gave a little squeal and then, without even getting hard, she moaned, shivered and came again. This time it was more like a drool than spurts, but the cum was plentiful and her pleasure was intense. Seeing Tiffany lose another load made Paul happy, but his cock was even happier, celebrating by releasing a fine load of boygoo throughout Tiffany’s love canal. Six spurts he made, each more intense. Then he went soft and Tiff’s asshole said goodbye, squeezing him out involuntarily.

Tiffany’s goo-filled butt was a lovely sight. She rolled over on her stomach so the new boys could watch the cum ooze out. Meanwhile, Paul was kissing her lips, stroking her hair (clearly a wig) and telling her that maybe this would be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. "Maybe. We’ll see," Tiff said. "Women!" Paul thought.

 

Chapter five – Hello Molly!

The new boys were looking bug-eyed at the departing Paul and Tiffany as Uncle Ward said, "Time for lunch." Box lunches were brought in and passed out. Must keep our strength up for what lies ahead," he said.

The new boys didn’t say much to each other as they ate. Shock was probably a good reason. Then Uncle Ward stood up.

"The time has come," Uncle Ward said, "to say goodbye to your boy selves for seven weeks and discover a side of you may never have known you have. It’s time to cross over into the land of silk, lace and lots of cum-filled sex. It’s time to get your names and meet your big sisters. Follow me, boys." And the boys did, to a door at the back of the auditorium. Uncle Ward opened the door and the boys peeked through to a room filled with make-up tables, wardrobes, showers and the ten prettiest girls they had ever seen. Their big sisters.

Uncle Ward stepped up and said, "Goodbye, Kevin, hello Molly. See you in seven weeks. Here’s your big sister, Mary Beth."

"Hello, Molly," Mary Beth said. Mary Beth kissed Molly on the cheek, hugged her and said, "We’re going to be best girlfriends!" Molly wasn’t sure about that, but she sure liked what she saw. Mary Beth was fourteen-years-old, a G-Two and had long, corn-blond hair. Her face was sweet and innocent, although she sucked more cock in an average day than most L.A. street hookers. Mary Beth’s make-up accented her beauty and she was well accessorized down to her painted toenails. She was wearing a blue print sundress that showed off her creamy shoulders and tanned legs. Aside from Molly’s mom, Mary Beth was the most feminine creature Molly had ever met. Could she really have a big, hard cock in those panties? After this morning, Molly was sure of it.

The ceremony went on. Goodbye Billy, hello Gina. This is your big sister, Diane (this morning’s demonstrator). Goodbye Dan, hello Lisa. This is your big sister, Annie. Goodbye Charlie, hello Sissy. This is your big sister, Candy. Goodbye Roy, hello Tina. This is your big sister, Sarah. Goodbye Dave, hello Ally. This is your big sister, Cindy. Goodbye Roger. Hello Jenny. This is your big sister, Mary. Goodbye Rick. Hello Amy. This is your big sister, Maggie. Goodbye Steve. Hello Susie. This is your big sister, Nancy. Goodbye Larry. Hello Emma. This is your big sister, Linda.

As hugs were exchanged all around, the G-Ones noticed a striking woman at the front of the room. She was wearing a blue, tailored business suit, well accessorized. She was blond and appeared to have a large rack, somewhere in the 38-D range. She had soft, femmy features and a pleasant expression. "Welcome girls," she said. I’m Aunt June, the assistant head counselor. I’m married to Uncle Ward, and yes I have a functioning cock in my silky panties and I am a Camp alum. Years ago, I chose to make the X side of my nature the dominant side of my life, as some campers choose to do after graduation.

"But that’s years off. For now, let’s get you out of those horrid boy clothes, cleaned up and into your panties. Let’s go. Off with those clothes."

And with the help of their big sisters, the G-Ones stripped to the buff. Molly couldn’t help peeking at the other girls. They were all slim and had nice, erect cocks, she thought. Already she was thinking that way.

"Don’t be ashamed," Mary Beth said. "The big sisters are taking their clothes off too and we’re all getting in that big shower room. We have to clean you up and start adding some body to that hair before you’ll start the summer as a proper girl."

The G-Ones and G-Twos got in the big shower room together and the big sisters soaped up the little sisters. It felt so good to have Mary Beth washing her hair, Molly thought, as Mary Beth added what looked to be industrial-strength conditioner. It was also very pleasant when Mary Beth put a lot of time and effort into soaping Molly’s pretty cock and pink balls. Mary Beth was careful not to take Molly all the way however, nor did any of the other of the big sisters. It appeared that a specific program was in force here with rules and limitations.

After the group shower, everyone dried each other off and they put on pink terrycloth robes. Stepping back into the main room, the G-Ones found that their boy clothes were gone and that there were ten hairdressers standing behind ten chairs, ready to coif the twelve-year-olds’ longish hair into a girlie style. Each took a seat and the hairdressers did their magic. The hairdressers told the girls that if any of them wanted to explore life as a blonde or a redhead, they could do that at their next appointment. The big sisters were fixing their own hair and had gotten dressed.

Molly noticed a shortage of mirrors in the room, but she could see what a femmy hairstyle had done for the other girls. They looked great, so she thought she must look the same. I could get into this, she thought.

The big sisters moved in to give their little sisters their first make-up lesson. "Pay attention to what I’m doing, Sweetie" Mary Beth said. "You’ll need to do it yourself after this." Molly did and the results were spectacular. Mary Beth held up a mirror and Molly was in love with the girl she saw staring gawky-eyed back at her. Molly began to cry. "This is so wonderful," she said. "You are wonderful, Kitten," Mary Beth said. "One of the prettiest girls in camp already and you’re only twelve. I’m jealous," she teased.

Looking around, Molly saw similar scenes all around the room with her "year-group" sisters. How will we look with girl’s clothes, now, she thought.

That was easy to answer, because the girls began removing their robes. Each big sister had brought a first outfit for the little ones. Sizing was determined from the parents, so a whole set of clothing was waiting for the G-Ones back in their rooms.

Mary Beth asked Molly, "The pink cotton panties with little ribbons or the white ones with sweet little pink ribbons? I think white for obvious symbolism," she decided. Molly slipped them on, tucking in her package as well as she could. They felt cool and comfortable. "Here’s a matching bra. You don’t have anything yet, but it will make you feel more girlie." As directed, Molly hooked it in front and pulled it in place. Peeking at herself in the hand mirror, Molly thought, "If my friend George could see me now." Next, a white, short-sleeve blouse, with "backward buttons;" white low, frilly socks, a plaid, pleated skirt draping two inches above the knee and Mary-Jane-type shoes with a one-and-a half-inch heel. She looked exactly like a twelve-year-old girl dressed for her first day of school. And it pleased her beyond reason. She was getting into this X-side thing.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in classes from Aunt June about how to be a girl – movement, attitude, voice and mannerisms. There would be plenty more instruction in the next few days.

At five, classes were over for the day and the big sisters took the little Lolitas to their rooms. Molly was expecting the worst – barracks with little ventilation and double bunks. She was wrong.

Molly opened the door to what appeared to be a room at a better hotel. It was femininely furnished with a king-sized bed, huge closets filled with clothes in Molly’s size, a TV with VCR, a small refrigerator filled with cold drinks and light food, and a closet filled with clean sheets (?).

Mary Beth explained. "After you’ve entertained, you want to change the sheets before your next date.

"The boys are four to a room, but that’s just to discourage them from staying there at night. Almost every night they’re sleeping with us girls, fucking our brains out. Do you like your room?"

"I LOVE IT," Molly said. "I even like all the stuffed animals and the Chippendales calendar. What should I be doing now?"

"Just take a few minutes to look at your things. I tried to get things I thought you would like, but you can always get different stuff at the Store."

"But Dad only gave me $100 for the whole summer."

"You won’t spend any of that. There’s no money here. Everything is funded by some foundation."

"Wow. Look at all the pretty lingerie!" Molly blushed.

"You’ll be wearing all that soon enough. It drives the boys wild and it seems to increase their sperm count. Not that someone as pretty as you is going to need any kind of an edge."

Mary Beth fixed a light meal for them from the refrigerator and after giving thanks and eating, they had a nice girl talk about their lives and their families. At 7 p.m., Mary Beth said, "I’ve got to go now, Honey. I have a date with Jason, a B-Two whom I really want to see. I’ll be right next door if you need me, but only if it’s an emergency. I don’t want to interrupt what promises to be a beautiful evening. Let me see you in your nightgown before I go."

"OK," Molly said. And the sweet girl went to her drawer and picked out a virginal, cotton, shortie nightgown that was appropriate, since Molly’s first orgasm was yet to come. Off came the blouse, skirt, shoes and frilly socks. Off came the training bra and white panties. She stood there naked before Mary Beth, a member of the earth’s sex hall of fame, who could not resist any longer. Falling on her knees, Mary Beth ran her tongue around Molly’s cockhead, tongued her peehole, licked her little pink balls, then took the whole four inches into her saliva-charged mouth.

"Yummy," Mary Beth mumbled with her mouth full.

"Aaaaaah," Molly said. She felt things unlike any time in her life. Hot and cold all at once. Tingles that started in her stomach, then moved to her legs, toes and chest. Then the most pleasurable sensation. A rocking-good first cum. "Mary Beth stop! I think I, uh, uh…" Mary Beth knew exactly what was happening and wanted to taste the first fruits. The cream was pure, but it was not plentiful. Molly was, after all, barely pubescent. It was delicious. When Molly had cooled down somewhat, Mary Beth got off her knees and kissed her gently on the lips. "Wash the makeup off before you go to bed, Princess, or you’ll get pink-eye. Sleep well. Oh, I almost forgot. Here’s a video from your parents. Watch it before you go to sleep."

With tears of love and gratitude in her eyes, Molly said, "Thanks, Mary Beth."

 

Chapter six – Message from Dad

Mary Beth left to meet Jason. Molly put on her pretty nightie and sat on the end of her bed. What a day, she thought. Then she remembered the video and wondered what Dad had to say about this. She popped the video in and watched.

Dad’s talking head came on from their family room. "Hi, Molly! I know you’ve had an interesting day and you’re tired, but I need to give you some perspective and encouragement. I’ve been where you are and know how scared and confused you are. Well I’m here to say that everything will be all right.

"The Camp kept a visual record of my years there as Michael and Bonnie and I would like to share it with you. Here I am my first day as a new boy."

The images ran by and Michael narrated them. The first pictures of Bonnie drew a gasp from Molly. What a cutie, she thought. A two-minute montage showed Bonnie’s G-One, G-Two and G-Three years. Bonnie grew in beauty and femininity each year. Molly was half in love with her own Dad. Then the focus shifted to Michael’s B-One, Two and Three years. A fine looking young man and a real hunk, she thought. Then things kicked up a notch.

"I know you’re worried about doing the things you’ve seen others do today, Princess. Maybe these pictures will set your mind at ease," Dad said. What followed was a five-minute montage of Bonnie eagerly sucking cocks and being fucked. It ended with a huge facial by a boy with a whopper and the cum to back it up, followed by a lingering, cummy kiss. Despite Molly’s recent fun with Mary Beth, her little stiffie was back. Instinctively, she stroked it and instinctively, it blew its goo. Molly fell back onto the bed with the force of the explosion and she almost missed the montage of Michael giving several Camp girls a preview of heaven. She had recovered enough to hear her Dad end the video by saying, "Mom and I love you, Molly. Good night and enjoy Camp." With that, Molly pulled down the covers, got into bed, cum-splayed nightie and all, turned off the lights and ended her first day at Camp.

Chapter Seven – Jason’s Lucky Night

Meanwhile, next door, Mary Beth’s fun was just beginning. She popped into the shower – no time for the luxury of a bath. Jason, her favorite B-Two and the love/lust of her life, would be here in an hour and a half. Jason knew he would die if he showed up early or very late, so she was able to plan well. Out of the shower and patted dry (boys rub, girls pat), she filled and hooked up the douche (enema), and put lots of Vaseline on the insert. She wanted to be kissing fresh down there tonight for her Jason. The enema took around ten minutes and she used that time to shave her legs. Not much hair there at 14, but it made her feel more femmy. Spraying the bathroom and ventilating cleared the air and she moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

Mary Beth eased her smooth, luscious legs into old-fashioned silky black stockings with reinforced toes and heels. Already she had a woody. Then she hooked her black garter belt/cincher to the stocking tops, running her hands up and down her sexy legs. This girl stuff is the best, she thought. Mary Beth powdered her tummy and puffy nipples, spritzed perfume and then hooked up a black bra with built-in titties (good only for the initial illusion). She followed with black, silk panties that didn’t really conceal the business end of her stiffie, but that was OK. Then came a black, silk nightie that barely reached the stocking tops. "You little slut," she said out loud, and then giggled. Sitting on her stool at the vanity, she applied what she called her "night face," a dramatic, sexy look that would kill a man with a weak heart. After touching up her long, straight black hair with about 100 strokes, she admired her creation, stood and moved over to her shoes. They were five-inch, stiletto, come-fuck-me pumps and, although she could walk well in them, didn’t plan to do much walking tonight. Mary Beth gathered up what she called her emergency kit and stowed it in the bathroom in case she needed it later. She slipped on her long, black, silk peignoir, looked at the clock and heard the doorbell at the same time. "Perfect," she said about the timing and her looks. Then the butterflies hit her. "What if he doesn’t like me any more? What if he found someone else?" They had corresponded by e-mail almost very day and spoken by phone three of four times each week. But what if the anticipation doesn’t meet the realization? Oh well; deep breath; here goes.

Opening the door, she saw her Jason. A fine young fellow he was and he appeared to have developed into an even finer one in the nine months they had been apart. "Close your mouth, Honey," Mary Beth said. "There are flies out there. Come on in." He did and she closed the door.

"These are for you," Jason said, handing her a bunch of wildflowers. There was no florist on the island so he must have spent considerable time picking them. They were beautiful.

"He does still love me," Mary Beth thought, and was comforted. "Let’s get these in water." She did so with lots of fuss. Jason was pleased.

Since he was planning on being bare-ass naked in nanoseconds, Jason was wearing only shorts, a t-shirt and penny loafers. His hair was short and appropriate for a 15-year-old boy and, since he was planning on having paralyzing sex most of the night, he carried what all Camp boys do when on a date – a change of clothes and a toothbrush. He looked like Christmas morning to Mary Beth.

As Mary Beth was putting the flowers in water, he scoped her up and down. She was beyond the wildest masturbation fantasy. She was giving off "Fuck me" vibrations at a rate Guinness wouldn’t believe. "Thank you, God," Jason said, and he meant it.

Facing each other at last, Jason made the first move. "You’re the most beautiful girl on this planet," he said and moved in to enfold her in his arms. He squeezed her tight and told her his love. She squealed and asked him to loosen up, giggling with joy and relieved nerves. Then they kissed…and kissed…and kissed.

Mary Beth’s silky peignoir robe was the first casualty, followed by every stitch of Jason’s things. Camp Girls like to keep their girly things on during sex and that’s just fine with the boys. She interrupted the kissing to catch her breath and look at Jason’s naked body.

"Wow, you really developed!" she said.

"I had a growth spurt," he said.

"I see that," she agreed, grabbing his woody for the first time. "Is that all for me? Oops, I guess that was one of those spurts just then," she said as a big glob of pre-cum drizzled from his pee-hole.

Jason laughed "And you’re more gorgeous and femmy than ever," Jason said. "How do you do it when you’re away from Camp?"

"My parents are very sympathetic to my need to be Mary Beth. We go out of town and I become Mary Beth for a weekend once a month. Now let me see if little Elvis remembers me."

Mary Beth swooped down on Jason’s cock and sucked it deliciously. After a minute or two, he asked her to stop. "Let me get you ready first," he said.

Jason was a skilled lover and he proceeded to show it. Slipping Mary Beth’s nightie straps down, he removed her bra with the fake boobies and tossed it. "Let me get to the real thing," he said, and contemplated her puffy nipples. Sucking, licking and even love-biting the nipples for quite a while, Jason got Mary Beth into a highly erotic state. He then began to kiss her mouth again and caress her whole body. They were so closely entwined that you would expect either of them to lose their load at any time, but remember, they were skilled, experienced lovers. Jason then, for the first time, touched Mary Beth’s precious pricklet.

Slowly peeling down her pretty panties, Jason kept the kissing going as he manipulated her foreskin and tickled her glans. "Ooooh," she moaned. "Don’t stop." And for a while, he didn’t. Then he wet three fingers on his right hand with saliva and slipped one, then two, then three fingers into his second home, her sweet, silky asshole. She squeaked. She squealed. She moaned. And she opened her legs and pushed down on his fingers for more. Jason found her prostate and massaged it as he kissed her deeply. It was too much for the sweet girl. She squirmed once, grunted and sprayed her delicious cum all over her perfumed, powdered tummy and her lacy garter belt. "Aaaah, she exclaimed.’ Aaaaah indeed. "This boy’s a keeper;" she thought.

Mary Beth’s eyes were moist with love as she opened them and saw Jason. He was looking at her with a mixture of adoration and lust and he clearly had a plan. His first move was to save a precious natural resource—his lover’s cum. He licked it off her belly and she said, "That tickles," but it was so enjoyable and so dirty that she was fascinated and didn’t say stop. Stop was a magic word at Camp. The boys would cease immediately to obey the first Rule of Camp.

Then Jason gently coaxed Mary Beth over onto her stomach. He peeled her panties down the rest of the way and removed them. He folded up the hem of her negligee so that he had access to bare skin from her stocking tops up. Mary Beth’s stiletto pumps were still on and they looked darned sexy. He rubbed his hands up and down her silky legs. He lay gently on her, propped on his elbows to remove weight and began to kiss her neck, then her shoulders, and her back, down to the small of her back. She smelled wonderful, her recent cum having added musk to magnolia. Then he began the serious work of attention to her ass. The twin globes were fleshy, yet firm. He kissed and licked them deliciously. Then he dove his tongue into the crevice where the ass joins the back. Yum! Mary Beth gasped and moaned for more. Using his thumbs, he gently parted the globes and exposed her rosebud. What a beautiful sight it was. Pink and pure. Freshly douched and promising of magnificent pleasures. Jason extended his tongue and dove in. "Ooooh," his Sweetie moaned. "That’s wonderful!" Jason had been hungry for nine months and now he was at a feast. He was in no hurry.

Twenty minutes of rimming later, Mary Beth was nearly fainting with pleasure. Her cocklet, which had not gotten hard, nevertheless drooled a large amount of juice and she had what the Camp girls call a Girlie-O (an orgasm that comes steadily, not in spurts, and lasts longer –erection not required). That’s two for her and none yet for Jason. She would have to make it up to him. The opportunity was now. Jason got on his knees and moved Mary Beth to hers, keeping her head, arms and breast on the pillows. He moved his charger into position and entered Mary Beth’s inner sanctum. "Ooo, ooo. That’s it. That’s it. More, more." Mary Beth tended to repeat herself at times like these.

Jason obliged, stroking gently, but firmly. Grunting a bit himself. Enjoying every second of it. They were both in heaven. True love and perfect sex.

Again, Mary Beth had a Girlie-O. "I hope I don’t have to walk anywhere tomorrow. Or sit down," she thought.

Then, trailing three to zero, Jason got on the board. And it was a big one. With a rapture that started in his stomach and traveled to his toes, he pumped nine-months worth of goo in greasy ropes up Mary Beth’s stretched poopchute. It was hot and wet and she felt each drop. She screamed with joy and they collapsed together, sweating and breathing like marathoners on mile 26.

For the next few minutes they petted each other and caught their breaths. They lay on their backs, cuddled and spoke of love. As all men know, however, intimacy has its price.

"Jason," Mary Beth purred as she snuggled and fiddled with his foreskin.

"Yes, Honey."

"Can I ask you a question?"

DANGER, WILL ROBINSON. DANGER! "Sure, what is it?"

"Do you love me?" she asked.

EASY ONE "You know I do, Sweetheart."

"Does it bother you that I don’t have tits and a pussy like XX girls?"

OUCH. "I don’t love body parts, I love you." POINT, JASON. GAME OVER? UNFORTUNATELY NOT.

"That’s nice, but did you ever fuck an XX girl?"

LET’S GO WITH THE TRUTH HERE. "No I didn’t. And I could never love anyone as much as I love you." ANOTHER POINT, JASON.

"Do you ever want to?"

CAN’T LIE. "I’ve thought about it."

"Then why didn’t you?"

"Every time I get the urge, I think about how much I love you and the feeling goes away." GAME SET AND MATCH, JASON!!!!!

Mary Beth was overcome with love. She started crying again. "I don’t deserve you." She said.

"I’m the luckiest guy in the world," he said.

"You deserve a reward. I know how we can both get a reward," and she slid down to engulf his cock with her wet lips. Enthusiasm is fifty percent of good cock sucking and an intimate conversation won by a guy (a rare occurrence indeed) is cause for great girlie enthusiasm. She got on her knees and started rewarding.

As she bathed Jason’s balls with her tongue, Mary Beth thought about Camp girls’ jealousy. No one is allowed to be exclusive at Camp. Every other day with the same person is the limit and no one messes with Camp Rules. Mary Beth sucks lots of other cocks and Jason fucks most of the other girls in Camp. That’s not an impediment to their love. That’s just what’s done in Camp. Camp girls, however, have a problem with their best guys dipping into the pussy pool during non-Camp time. Whether it’s an inferiority complex because they lack tits and pussies or just the lack of control they feel during the non-Camp months is a matter for their analysts when they’re forty. But they don’t like it. Now this lack of jealousy within Camp is not absolute. During each of their dates, Mary Beth tries to extract as much of Jason’s boygoo as humanly possible. She doesn’t want him showing up with a full load for one of those little tramps like her fellow G-Two Candy, who seems to date Jason at least once a week or that G-Three cow Holly, who had her eye on Jason since he was a new boy.

Back to work, she thought. Mary Beth licked the length of the underside of Jason’s cock. He liked that so she did it again. She locked eyes with Jason from her kneeling position on the floor and he was looking down from a sitting position on the end of the bed as if seeing her for the first time. "I really do love this person," he thought. "Will I ever want to fuck XX-girls? Maybe I should just enjoy this world-class blowjob."

And world-class it was. All males, whether Campers or not, love a finger up their asses during a blowjob and that little wiggler was what sent Jason over the top. Rather than swallow the goo, Mary Beth let the five spurts cover her pretty face. She smiled a cummy smile at Jason, licked off what her tongue could reach, then used her fingers to scoop it off her face and lubricate Jason’s asshole. Mary Beth had Jason lie on his back on the bed, and then scooted up beside him. With three fingers of her left hand she gave him a lovely prostate massage with his own cum. With her right hand, she gave him a slow, simultaneous handjob. Jason moaned and groaned until he got hard again and dribbled out three more globs of cum. Mary Beth licked it up hungrily.

Jason was exhausted.

Mary Beth said, "What’s next?"

"Sleep," Jason said, and it appeared his little soldier was on furlough for the rest of the night.

But Mary Beth wanted more and she certainly didn’t want Jason all hale and hearty for Candy, Holly and who-knows-whom. "Okay, Honey, just let me get changed for bed."

Showing a strange modesty for a girl who had just explored her boyfriend’s every orifice, Mary Beth gathered up her nightie, peignoir, panties and bra, held them in front of her and, giggling softly, minced off in her high heels to the bathroom.

Closing the door and putting on the light, Mary Beth sat to pee and plan.

As she wiped the last golden drops from her peehole, Mary Beth pushed hard to get as much of Jason’s cum out of her ass as she could. She wanted to be fresh all over for the next round. Rising, she gave herself a quick sponge bath all over, wiping off her and Jason’s mixed cum and perspiration and replacing it with the smell of soap. All the clothes, including the black stockings, went into the hamper. She washed her dramatic make-up off and replaced it with only some simple pink lipstick. She applied some vaginal jelly to her "pussy" in case things got impetuous (she hoped so). Hurrying so that Jason wouldn’t be in REM sleep by the time she came out, she reached into the shower for the emergency kit she stored in there earlier this evening. It contained a see-through, short, white nightie, white stockings with a white, lacy garter belt, and white, four-inch mules (backless high-heels). Putting those on and pulling her hair back with two white barrettes, she had a whole new look. Jason would be getting what all boys want – somebody new to fuck.

She opened the door and minced into the room. "Oh good, you’re still awake," she giggled. Jason’s eyes bugged out in surprise at the changes. "Let me just brush my hair and I can get in bed and we’ll go to sleep. Let me see. Where did I put my brush? Oh, I remember. It’s in the bottom drawer of my dresser."

Moving slowly and carefully, she went to her dresser, turned her back on Jason, and bent over at the waist. It seemed to take a while before she could find her brush. All the while, Jason had a front-row seat to a great show – Mary Beth wiggling her lovely ass, framed by her nightie and long, white-stockinged legs, set off by very sexy shoes.

But Jason was really tired, so he only watched. Mary Beth moved over to her vanity table and sat down to brush her hair. After only a couple of strokes, however, she dropped the brush. "Ooopsy! I’m so klutzy," she said to Jason over her shoulder. She stood up and walked over to where she had dropped her brush. Again she bent at the waist to get the brush and again it seemed to take a while. Just as Mary Beth was about to stand up, her planning paid off. She felt several inches of hard meat enter her tunnel of love. Jason was tired, but he wasn’t dead. Grabbing on to the vanity table to steady herself, Mary Beth reaped what she sowed. A good, hard fucking by a lad who had already come three times this night and wasn’t about to blow so soon. "I may take a pillow with me when I sit tomorrow," she thought. Twenty minutes later, her furrow was still being plowed but the farmer was ready for harvest. "Oh my!" he groaned (Campers were not blasphemers). And he seriously dehydrated himself once again.

Mary Beth stood up, turned around and kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. "You make me so happy," she said, as Jason’s cum was drooling down both thighs. "We can go to sleep now, if you want."

"It’s either that or hospitalization," Jason said.

Arm-in-arm, they walked to the clean, dry side of the bed. Experienced Campers know that you fuck on one side of the king-size bed and sleep on the other.

Kissing each other softly, they dropped off to sleep.

Chapter Eight – Jason’s Lucky Morning

Mary Beth awoke with a start. "What time is it?" she thought. It was still dark and someone was sucking her cock with great enthusiasm. She knew it was Jason. "He’s such a dear," she thought. "He knows I only came three times last night and he came four."

That’s so nice, Sweetie," she said as she stroked him on the head. "You’re a wonderful cocksucker." And she meant it.

"Fanks," he said with his mouth full.

Mary Beth, of course, had not just fallen off the turnip truck and knew that Jason was doing this in the hopes that she would show him some mercy when they woke up in the morning. Jason probably worried that he wasn’t going to be able to go again or something. Mary Beth knew that Jason was underestimating his abilities again. She knew what he was capable of even if he didn’t. Every man needs a determined woman to help him succeed and Mary Beth fit that bill well.

"Mmmmmm," she said. That was nice. Slow and sensual, just the way she liked her cock sucked. "Oooh!" What was that? That first, little twinge that leads to big ecstasy. Building. Building. "Oh." The second twinge – lower and more powerful. Seconds later – "Aaaaaah" Splurt after splurt of liquid protein down Jason’s throat. He licked his lips, then moved up for some sweet kissing and they both went back to sleep.

The night was too short and at 6 a.m. the wake-up call came. The G-Two Big Sisters had to help their little sisters get ready at 7:30, then shepherd their lambs over to breakfast by 9 and their classes by 10. For everything Mary Beth needed to do, the schedule was as tight as a G-One’s asshole. First order of business was a good shagging from Jason. This would be her last chance until after dinner tomorrow and she was not about to miss it. She nuzzled and kissed him awake and said it was time for their shower. Since Jason smelled like a stable by that time, he agreed. Jason went into the doublewide shower first and Mary Beth joined him. There was also a large, deep, sunken tub in the bathroom, but that was for those who had time for that.

Joint showers worried some Camp girls because they and their dates were both naked. This, the faint-of-heart Camp girls believed, hurt their chances of projecting femininity. The troopers knew that they could project femininity in a spacesuit. It’s all about attitude, not clothes and make-up. Of course femmy things made the experience that much better.

Mary Beth loved to shower with Jason. The warm water, soap and close quarters made for an erotic time. "Did you pee, yet?" she asked him.

"No, did you?"

"No. Shall we?"

"Let’s"

And they sprayed each other with pee, laughing and giggling all the while.

When the last drops went down the drain, they began to wash and shampoo each other. That can be a very sensual experience and they made every effort to make it so.

Jason’s thermometer showed that he liked it, all right and when he told Mary Beth that he needed to thoroughly clean her asshole, she knew the day was starting off well. She scrubbed his cock and balls, and then rubbed lots of shampoo on his pole. Then she turned around facing the smoked glass door and he entered her. Oh, that felt good, they both said. It was as if last night didn’t affect them. Lust took over Jason and he moved forward, crushing Mary Beth against the glass door like a pressed flower. If she wanted him to stop, she had only to say the word. Instead, she squealed in delight. "Now that’s taking charge, Jason," she thought.

As the warm water came down on them, Jason and Mary Beth fucked hard. Jason’s soapy hands roamed her whole body and he kissed her back and neck lustily. Easing his pressure off a notch, he reached around for Mary Beth’s cock and balls. They were still there and enjoyed the slippery attention. Being fucked up the ass as your balls and cock are being expertly massaged is a great way for anyone to start their day. Mary Beth was delighted! She came first, the globs drooling down the glass shower door. Her wriggles and clenched ass muscles on coming sent Jason over the top. He shuddered with the force of his Big-O.

Jason was good at math and had figured that doing this with Mary Beth every other day (the Camp limit) until they "flipped" meant 24 more sessions. He was filled with a mixture of rampant lust and fear. Maybe he should start planning his funeral.

 

Chapter Nine – Molly’s Second Day

"What’s that banging?" Molly thought.

Bang bang. "Molly! Wake up; it’s me, Mary Beth. It’s 7:30."

"OK, Mary Beth," Molly said and answered the door.

"Did you sleep well?" Mary Beth asked.

"I did, thanks. How about you?"

"Goodness no. Jason fucked me most of the night. But that’s OK. I can sleep when I’m old. We’ve got a big day ahead. Why don’t you take your shower and I’ll get your clothes out."

Molly was in Mary Beth’s care. She took her shower, remembered to sit to pee, and brushed her teeth. When she came out of the bathroom, Mary Beth was ready for her. She helped her put on her make-up and fixed her hair. "Today’s the last day for this valet service, Molly, so pay attention." Molly did.

Molly put on pink panties and bra, a lovely skirt and blouse set, white knee socks and sandals with a two-inch heel. Her long hair was pulled back by two pink barrettes. She had on attractive make-up and she looked good enough to eat.

On the way to breakfast at the Camp dining room, it appears that many boys agreed. No campers whistle or catcall but they sure do stare. Molly was the prettiest G-One in recent memory, but to be popular, you needed a lot more.

Mary Beth introduced Molly to lots of people and they were all very nice to her. She tried to remember all the names, but knew that would come in time. After a nice breakfast of boiled eggs and toast, Molly and Mary Beth went off to "femininity classes."

Aunt June was there, pleasant and lovely as ever, wearing a tailored, skirted business suit and stiletto pumps.

Molly greeted her fellow G-Ones. They were all talking about the videos from their Dads. What a shocker that was! Gina and Sissy said they couldn’t believe how beautiful their Dads were as girls. Tina, ever the hot number, was impressed at what a great cocksucker her Dad had been. Amy said that after watching the video, she wasn’t as scared and Lisa and Ally quickly agreed. Jenny said that her big sister, Mary had sucked her cock last night. Amy, Susie, Emma and, of course, Molly reported similar, pleasant experiences.

"Enough chatter, girls," Aunt June said. "It’s time for your lessons. Amy, here is a video we took of you walking over here this morning. What do you notice about it?"

"I’m walking like a boy, ma’am," Amy said.

"Very good, Amy. It’s OK, though, Honey. That’s why we’re here; to help you get over that. Now let’s practice a girlie walk. Keep your legs together when you get out of the chair. We don’t want to show the boys our pretty panties unless they’re going to fuck us, now do we?"

"No, Ma’am."

Each G-One was coached to a better walk that morning and other feminine mannerisms and carriage were practiced. After a brief lunch, sex education began.

"The first thing we will learn is the blowjob. Has anyone ever given one? Be honest, now. Was that a hand I saw there, Tina?"

"Well, Tommy Jacobs and I fooled around a couple of times, but then he moved away."

"Thank you for being honest, Tina. Anyone else? I guess not. OK, let’s talk about the proper way to give a blowjob. Woody Allen always says that 50% of success is showing up. Well, 50% of a blowjob is enthusiasm. You have to demonstrate that sucking that knob is the most important thing to you in the world at that moment.

"The tongue is the most important weapon we girls have. It’s used in licking cocks, bathing balls, rimming and most importantly, talking to your alleged stud. Sounds help. A few little moans and mews during a blowjob make the guy feel like the stud he may not be. We girls have our tricks.

"Don’t neglect the balls and the peehole. I’ll show you what I mean on that in a few minutes, but balls like to be involved.

"Keep the teeth out of things. Ouch.

"Make a blowjob part of lovemaking, not the whole thing. Don’t just dive for the crotch. Kiss and hug first.

"There are lots of techniques like the loop, the whirl, the vertical climb and the Venus butterfly, but you need to develop your own style.

"Keep things wet. Saliva is a key component of a successful blowjob, so drink lots of fluids, besides cum I mean.

"And speaking of cum, drink it, lick it, blow bubbles with it, mouth swap it with your partner. Lubricate things with it. Be creative, for goodness sakes. Any questions so far? No? OK, let’s watch this video of great blowjobs from previous Campers. I’ll stop it now and then to point up some techniques."

And she did.

Wow, what those girls and their big sisters saw! As a porn video, it was priceless. For training purposes, it set a standard they all hoped to achieve someday.

"Of course, here at Camp," Aunt June said," we know the best way to learn is by doing. So we’re going to begin by demonstrating a live blowjob, followed by every G-One getting and giving one. May I ask for a big sister volunteer, please?"

Tina’s big sister, Sarah, shot her hand up first, then walked to the front of the room next to Aunt June.

"Thank you, Sarah. We have a winner and a cute one at that."

Sarah blushed. She was five foot seven with long blonde hair that flipped at the bottom, a sweet face and a great ass that showed itself under her pretty dress.

"Sarah, I want you to give me a blowjob."

Like every other girl in Camp, the young sweetie had often longed to see and experience what the stunning she-male was packing, but until now, it had been a Camp secret.

"Gladly, ma’am," she said and moved in to kiss her.

"Stop!" Aunt June said and Sarah did. "You can do that all in a moment, but I must tell the class that you passed the first test. Blowjobs are never given in isolation. They are part of lovemaking. Proceed."

And Sarah did. She and Aunt June played vigorous tongue hockey as they both wriggled out of their outer clothing. Aunt June’s tailored suit took some shucking but when it was off, she stood there in her long, black stockings covering her world-class legs and held up by a black garter belt with pink bows, five-inch, black stiletto pumps, pretty, two-tone, black and pink silk panties bulging noticeably, and a black bra that was struggling desperately to contain two monster boobs. Sarah ended the conflict by removing the bra and the two puppies leaped out. Her huge, dark, suckable nipples made everyone drool, but Sarah was the one to apply the saliva. And lick and suck she did, making Aunt June giggle and squirm with delight. "Oh, that’s nice she said," and she liked it even more when Sarah removed Auntie’s panties while continuing to suck.

The audience gasped as Aunt June’s big, delicious cock was exposed. What a sight it was; hard, red, sculpted and oozing precum. Still sucking Aunt June’s nipples, Sarah took the cock in her hand and massaged it. "Maybe you shouldn’t do that Sarah." (That doesn’t count as a "stop.") "We have to demonstrate a… Oh, Oh." Thick ropes of cum jumped from her beautiful cock. Sarah kept sucking boobs and more ropes leaped out. "Very good, Sarah, thank you," Aunt June croaked. "Please stop." Sarah did. "I think we can move on to that blowjob, itself now."

The audience was impressed that Aunt June was still able to get another woodie at her advanced age of thirty. Sarah was already down there, on her knees, licking up the lingering cum drops from Aunt June’s cock and working the foreskin for any that had slid down in the folds. Then she proceeded with the application of the greatest blowjob of her young life. Aunt June’s cockhead was big, but the first orgasm had softened it up a bit so that Sarah could gain the advantage. Despite Aunt June’s annoying narrative of her every move, Sarah laid a beauty on her and within ten minutes, Aunt June was crying with joy and sexual release. Sarah kept a bit of cum in her mouth and shared it with Aunt June. They ended up French-kissing for so long that one of the G-Twos said AHEM, very loudly and everyone giggled. The lovers broke their kiss and stood arm-in-arm in front of the class to great applause.

"Aunt June," Gina asked, "Are you going to blow Sarah now?"

"What a wonderful idea, Sweetheart," she said and dropped to her knees, doing an A-one job on Sarah. Wobbling back to her seat, Sarah accepted the accolades of her peers.

"Now that you’ve seen how it’s done, it’s time for you to try it yourselves," Aunt June said. "Let’s pair up. Molly and Gina. Susie and Tina. Amy and Lisa. Ally and Jenny. Sissy and Emma. Girls, I want you all to strip down to your bras, shoes, socks and pretty panties."

It was embarrassing, but they did it.

"Molly, Sissy, Amy, Ally and Susie, you may now give your partners proper blowjobs. Here’s a hint. Kiss them for a while, and then let nature take its course. Remove their pretty panties when it seems appropriate."

Ally kissed Jenny first. When they seemed to be enjoying it, Molly moved in on Gina for what were both of their first kisses. Kissing was very nice, Molly thought. So much more than the lips was involved. There was great hugging too and smells! Molly also noticed that her cock was rubbing against Gina’s perfumed, powdered tummy and also Gina’s pretty cock. Wow!

All the girls were kissing by now and Aunt June was happy. The big sisters were there to offer pointers to the "blower" if necessary, but three is usually still a crowd.

Molly kissed Gina’s neck, chest and tummy as she slid down to her knees. She was very eager to see what Gina was packing, so she eased her blue cotton panties off. "Ooh, that’s a nice one," she thought. "It’s pink and straight with two little hanging, pink balls. It looks yummy." With her inhibitions whittled away, Molly became a cocksucker.

 

Chapter 10 – Molly’s Second Evening

The G-Ones and G-Twos went to dinner, the younger girls chatting happily about their first gifts of pleasure to each other. Molly and Gina were fast friends now – that’s what sucking each other’s cocks will do.

At the dining hall, the big sisters introduced the girls to their "dates" for tonight, carefully selected by them for "first blowjob night."

Each girl sat and talked with her date. Molly’s date was Jeff, a nice 13-year-old boy with a cute smile and a good sense of humor. When Molly asked him why he had agreed to be her first date he said, "Two reasons. First, I saw you and I think you’re gorgeous. Second, Mary Beth asked me to as a favor and Mary Beth’s gratitude is a beautiful thing."

Molly was flattered and amused. "I can do this," she thought. "I can suck this boy’s cock."

To prove it to herself, she stood up and said, "Would you walk me back to my room, please?"

"Gladly," Jeff said, grabbing his overnight bag.

"He’s presumptuous. I like that," Molly thought.

They walked hand-in-hand to Molly’s room talking about their lives, parents and friends. Molly hadn’t formed her girl-personality preferences, so when she spoke of her life, it was really Kevin’s, but that would come in time. The Camp had stocked her room with teen girl magazines, romance novels and videos of movies like "An Affair to Remember," the all time five-handkerchief chick flick, but progress would be slow.

Entering the room, Jeff realized that he was smitten. B-Ones and G-Ones end up spending five summers together so they try to get along right from the beginning. He knew right away that he liked Molly. She was smart, funny, cute and sexy, without being slutty. If she likes sex, she gets an A plus.

Molly liked sex.

They were a little shy at this point, knowing that everything was permitted tonight except fucking (No instruction had been given yet so every G-One, by Rule, had to abstain for one more night). That left quite a lot, however.

Jeff and Molly were sitting on the couch talking when he leaned over and kissed her. "Mmmmmm!" she said. "They keep telling me this isn’t ‘queer’ but I don’t care what it is. It’s great," she said to herself.

Jeff was nervous all right, but he knew how to kiss. After a few minutes of this, they were two steamed dumplings.

"Excuse me for a moment," Molly said. "I need to slip into something a lot sexier." She retreated to the bathroom and took off her blouse, skirt, underwear, shoes and socks. Looking at herself naked, she liked what she saw. "I still look femmy, with my hair, earrings, painted finger and toenails and makeup. But I’m starting to get the attitude too," she thought. She slipped on a cute, white- with-blue-ribbons, baby-doll nightie with darling matching panties. Then she sat down to pull on her first stockings. Mary Ellen had suggested white stockings with her outfit, so Molly pulled them softly up each leg. She shuddered halfway up the second leg and thought she was going to lose her load before she reached the depot, but she was able to calm down by thinking of baseball statistics. A touch-up to the lipstick and she was ready to enter the world of passionate, heterosexual sex.

Jeff was ready to be her tour guide. He had removed his shirt, trousers and shoes and was standing waiting for Molly in his boxers. When Molly opened the bathroom door, they both liked what they saw.

Molly floated out in her stockinged feet, feeling the sensuous rub, rub, rub against her thighs with each short step. "Boys don’t know what they’re missing," she said to herself. Making her way over to Jeff, she stood face-to-face and gave him the opportunity to be Fred to her Ginger.

Jeff was up to the challenge. He encircled her with his 13-year-old arms and kissed her forehead, cheeks, eyes, neck, ears and nose. He felt her lovely ass, slipping a hand into her sweet panties and easing a finger into the crack. She responded by grinding her cock into his.

They tumbled onto the bed. Molly was giggling with delight. Jeff lifted up her baby-doll and began paying wet homage to Molly’s puffy nipples. She jumped a bit at that, the sensation being unlike any other in her 12 years. Worse/better, Jeff lubed two of his fingers and as he adored her "titties," he entered her asshole with first one, then two fingers.

"Oh my!" Molly gasped. This was invasion! This was outrage! This was paradise! The combination of new sensations overloaded the lovely little Lolita’s senses and the poor girl had only one release – her girlie goo. She sploogied in her precious panties. "Uhhhhh," she moaned and Jeff was proud that he was able to give her such pleasure. This was a wonderful, once-in-a-lifetime experience for him too and he was very respectful of her and the moment.

"Did you like that, Sweetheart?" he whispered in her ear as he continued to invade her cute butt.

"Uhhhhh," Molly replied eloquently.

"I’m glad," he said as he began a lovely, long session of sweet kissing and finger-fucking.

Molly’s little jewel became diamond-hard again, but she figured it was time to get down to some serious cock sucking.

"Please stand up," she asked Kevin and he did.

She dropped down to her stockinged knees and began licking Jeff’s balls. Now Jeff thought this was plenty OK and he told Molly that with every such phrase he could muster. Molly sensed when enough ball bathing was enough and moved in for dessert.

Jeff’s cock, like Jeff, was a beauty. At 13, he had few surrounding hairs, but his cock was long and straight with a fine, fiery-red head and a developing vein along its length. Molly thanked God for this wonderful gift, and then began to lick it all over. Instinct and today’s practice had made her into a fine cocksucker. Great would come later, but Jeff was not complaining. The little love was even making eye contact with Jeff as she licked and sucked. She squirmed and giggled softly and her cuteness was all Jeff needed for the mental to meet the physical and produce a great orgasm.

Gush after gush hit Molly’s throat. Despite her best efforts, the little girl was outmatched. About half she was able to swallow. The rest dribbled out of her mouth down her chin and onto the floor. "This is going to take some practice," she thought. As with Gina earlier today, she was pleased with the taste of cum. "I worked hard to get it. It should taste good," she thought. She looked up to Jeff adoringly and innocently and gave him a big, cummy smile.

Jeff was enchanted. What a doll! What a cocksucker! What a Camp!

 

Chapter 11 – Molly’s Third Day

Molly stretched and purred. What a night it had been! One of her stockings was draped over the bedside lamp. The other was fatally laddered, but still on. Her lipstick was smeared and her nightie had disappeared, but her cock was in full morning alertness and Jeff was snoring lightly beside her. What to do with this rigid opportunity?

"Jeff, Honey?"

"Snyrx?"

"Are you awake? Oh, I see little Jeff is."

Molly consumed little Jeff with her sweet mouth and big Jeff woke up with a cheerful attitude. Molly had really gotten into the swing of things last night, sucking Jeff off three times and giving him a long, loving, cum-lubricated, kissing-enhanced handjob for a fourth dehydration. Jeff had returned her love mightily.

Jeff moved into a sixty-nine position to give Molly her first blowjob from him. It was slow, unhurried and intensely erotic. Each cocksucker augmented the attack with multiple exploring fingers in the butt. It was almost too intense. They squirmed. They shuddered. They came together in roaring orgasm. Wow!

After this aerobic moment, they showered together and got dressed. Molly was looking forward to today’s instruction in buttfucking and knew that her little flower was going to be picked before the day was out.

The loving couple kissed and headed off to breakfast. The G-Ones got together to compare notes. Each had had the best night of her young life and this was only the beginning.

To class they went for more of Aunt June’s practical advice.

"Good morning, ladies!"

Good morning, Auntie!" they all said.

"That’s cute, girls. I like that." Aunt June said. "Did you all have a good night?"

"Oh yes, Auntie"

"Tell me about it."

Lisa said, "I sucked Chuck’s cock and swallowed his cum."

"And what did you think?"

"I liked it a lot. Can I do it again tonight?"

"No, Lisa. You can’t date the same person two days in a row. That would create too much potential for jealousy.

"Can I suck Bobbie’s cock then? He’s cute." Lisa may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"In the next few weeks you’ll be sucking all the B-Ones’ cocks and many of the B-Twos and Threes as well. Did everyone get to suck some delicious cock last night?"

"Yes, Auntie!"

"Good. Today, we’re here to talk about the wonderful art and science of buttfucking. Has anyone ever buttfucked or been buttfucked? Yes, Tina"

"Tommy Jacobs and I fooled around a couple of times, but then he moved away."

"This Tommy Jacobs was quite the lad, I see. Well, let’s forget that. Now we’re going to see how it’s done properly." She popped in a video of campers past. Camp boys were cornholing Camp girls in every known position and the most common expression on each girl’s face was one of rapture. It looked like a great time.

"It looks fun and easy doesn’t it, girls? Well it’s certainly fun, but it can be difficult if you don’t prepare well, right G-Twos?"

They nodded their heads in agreement and Aunt June went on. "Could I have a G-One volunteer, please?" Auntie selected Susie. "Please pull down your cute little pink panties, Susie. Lift up your skirt and show your yearmates your asshole."

Susie did so. Aunt June got behind her and roughly put three manicured fingers up her asshole. "Owwww," Susie said.

"I’m very sorry, Honey, but I had to prove a point. Let me fix that." Auntie got on her knees and lovingly licked out Susie’s asshole for a good five minutes. Susie was delighted! Then Auntie stood up and inserted first one, then two, then three fingers. The little girl wriggled and mewed with delight.

"What’s my point, girls?"

"You have to prepare the asshole for invaders," Ally said.

"Gold star, Ally! Your little rosebud must be coaxed and lubricated or it won’t open properly. Ever look at the toilet after a number two? Bigger things have come out of there than you will ever put in there. But you have to prepare the flower before it opens. You can do that by licking and tonguing but that takes time and the canal must be entered with the tongue to be effective. It’s the most intimate way and I tell the boys that it’s a vital component of their lovemaking. Some girls with impetuous boyfriends lube themselves with vaginal jelly before a date. Cum, of course, is a wonderful, natural lubricant and you’ve already witnessed some creative ways that it has been used. You can use lubricated fingers; our Camp Lube is a great product for that. Or you can just lube up the cock and apply it as you enter slowly.

"None of you, of course will do that until you flip to become boys. Camp girls do not use their cocks to fuck, with one exception. Little sisters may practice fucking their big sisters, if both agree, within a week of the flip to B-One. It’s so you know what you’re doing when you become a new stud."

Molly looked at Mary Beth, who winked. "That sounds interesting," Molly thought.

Auntie went on. "Mary Beth, how many times have you been butt-fucked?"

"Two hundred and five so far," Aunt June.

"In only 73 days as a Camp girl? That’s amazing!"

"Thank you, ma’am. I have a giving nature and I’m told I have a great ass."

"A delightful combination, indeed."

"Oh ma’am, I’m sorry. It’s 207 times. I forgot to include this morning."

"You were buttfucked twice this morning?"

"Yes, ma’am, by a B-Three with a cute face and a big cock."

"Another delightful combination. And is your asshole all loose, dysfunctional and unappealing?"

"No, ma’am. I do my exercises. I douche. I use Camp Cream on my "pussy" every day. When my Jason digs his tongue in there tonight, he’ll find it’s as tight as the day I came to Camp."

"And that’s true of all Camp girls, G-Ones," and she went on to give practical tips on the subject.

"We learn by doing here girls, so follow me into the ladies room. Let’s grease up those nozzles and we’ll all have a nice enema douche. Has anyone besides Tina and Tommy Jacobs ever had an enema douche? No? Well they can be quite pleasant, but, like olives and opera, they are an acquired taste. We’re doing this because you don’t want your beau getting a mouthful of muck when he licks you ‘down there.’ Every couple of days is fine."

Molly kind of liked the sensation, but she couldn’t believe all the evil things that flushed out from her bowels. She resolved to douche regularly so she would be licking fresh for her sweeties.

"All right, ladies. Now we can’t be fucking each other for today’s demonstration, because that breaks Camp Rules, so let’s bring in today’s special guest fucker, B-One Jimmy.

Jimmy charged in, waving to the girls. "Hi, ladies"

"HI, JIMMY!!!!!" Tina practically yelled. Jimmy winked at her. She whispered to Molly, "I sucked Jimmy’s cock three times last night. He won’t be able to do much.

Molly knew she and Jeff were one up on that couple, but she kept silent.

"Jimmy, would you pick a lucky girl from the G-Twos, please?" Auntie said.

"That’s easy; I pick Nancy."

Nancy was a hot number indeed. Her skirts were always a little shorter and tighter than the other G-Twos and she seemed ready for anything. She and Jimmy got into a very hot, hour-long lovemaking session where he donated two creamy loads to Nancy’s bowels and Nancy had three girlie-Os. The girls watched closely and Auntie commented appropriately.

"I guess he wasn’t that tired," Molly whispered to Tina.

"Any questions, ladies? All right," Aunt June said. Just a couple of more points. Use your ass muscles to give your young swain the thrill of his life. Clenching and releasing at the right times can prolong the pleasure or spill the milk, depending on the application. And let’s not forget the role of a handjob. A nice one can be a prelude or an addendum to lovemaking, and can even be a shared dirty little secret at a restaurant, movie, or a family gathering.

"Use the whole body for lovemaking. If you center everything on the groin, you will ignore 97% of the body. Think of everything as an erogenous zone, but remember that the most important sex organ is the mind.

"OK. You’ve been in the classroom too much. You need some fresh air. Let’s get our bathing suits on and have a beach cookout. The B-Ones will be there."

The big sisters had brought bathing suits for the 12-year-olds. They were skimpy things, bikini-like, but accommodating for a Camp-girl-package between the legs. Surprisingly to the G-Ones, the girls looked pretty good in the suits. Of course they had no titties up top, but no one at Camp even appeared to notice.

The G-Twos said goodbye to their little sisters. Mary said to her little sister, Jenny, "Good luck tonight, Honey. Take your time at the cookout and pick a good one out of the herd. It’s time your big sister and her yearmates get back to those afternoon dates we’ve been missing this week."

Auntie took the G-Ones over to the beach area and the girls were excited, nervous and randy to see the B-Ones in their bathing suits. The boys were wrestling and throwing balls around in the primal, chest-beating rituals of men. The testosterone activities intensified when they knew the girls were in sight, but they stopped to greet the girls.

Three guys in their mid-20s who were part of the Camp staff prepared lunch. Camp graduates, half of whom were in Y-mode and half in X, performed all maintenance and operational functions. There was casual contact with the Campers, but all sexual contact was forbidden. There was already plenty going on in the excellent hotel that housed the staff.

There were hamburgers, potato salad, fixin’s and lots of chat. Lifelong friendships were beginning that day and they all understood it. There was a nice pool by the beach and several of the boys and girls swam after lunch.

At around 5 p.m., couples had been formed. Everyone seemed happy with their partners and the mood was more relaxed. Molly found herself with Tim, a good swimmer and a pleasant conversationalist who was from her home state. They liked the same baseball team and were both interested in dogs. Tim was discovering one of the great truths that men often learn too late. It’s always easier to seduce a girl who is wearing a bathing suit.

Taking the initiative, Molly suggested that they walk back to her room. Tim grabbed his overnight bag and off they went. The others would follow soon.

 

Chapter 12 – Molly’s Third Evening

Molly knew that Tim would be the one to take her virginity. It would have been nice if it could have happened on her wedding night, but she may never have one of those as a bride and besides, a hard cock is a terrible thing to waste.

Would it hurt? Opinion was divided, but it sure looked as if Nancy was having fun this morning.

They went in Molly’s room. "Would you like a soda, Tim?" Molly asked.

"I feel yucky," he said. "Is it OK if I grab a shower?"

"We can grab each other in the shower," Molly said, and that’s what they did. Molly had to go pee very badly so she made the first move by peeing on Tim’s cock and balls.

"You bad girl," he said. "I’ll get you for that." So he pissed right back.

"Oh, look at the mess I made," Molly said. "Let me fix it." She got down on her knees in the shower and with a soapy face cloth, cleaned every square centimeter of his public area. Twice.

This had the boy in a lather, so he asked her to stand up. As he kissed her, he ran a warm, soapy face cloth over every part of Molly he could reach.

They left the shower in a very clean condition. Molly shooed Tim off so that she could dress.

Molly dried and fixed her hair, putting it up in two white barrettes. She put on some light make-up, with pink lipstick. A virginal, knee-length white, cotton nightgown and white thigh-highs completed her outfit. She was a perfect angel.

Opening the bathroom door, she saw Tim standing across the room, naked and erect. Molly’s cocklet rose at what she saw too. His thick, blond pubic hair matched his head. He had a solid, boyish body and a good-sized, straight, redheaded cock. And that cute smile brought it all together.

Tim gasped. Molly gasped. They each thanked God for this wonderful gift. Then they moved together.

Soft, sweet kissing raised their randiness. Tim could feel Molly’s erect nipples rubbing against his chest. And that wasn’t all that was erect. Tim picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed her on her back and hiked her nightie up to her belly button. Molly lay there in ultimate surrender. Her arms were bent back at the elbows and she held them back as if to say, "Do what you will."

Tim kissed her soft tummy. Molly purred. He kissed all around her cock, not touching it, but brushing it with his hair. Molly groaned softly. He kissed and licked her thighs above her stocking tops. Then he gently eased her on her stomach and began to kiss her neck and her back. Molly squirmed and made soft, little half-squeals.

"Did you use anything on your asshole, Sweetie?" he asked.

"No," Molly cooed softly.

"Since this is your first time, I’m not going to rely just on licking you. I’ll use some lube, too. But first, how about some licking?"

"Oh yes!"

"Yum," Tim said, and licked all around, then dove into her asshole.

"Aaaah," the sweet young girl said. What a feeling! It was a delightful, wet sexy feeling. It was also the dirtiest act she could imagine (she was still young) and that really made it fun.

"That’s wonderful," Molly groaned.

"It tastes like crème brulee," Tim stopped licking long enough to say.

Five more minutes of licking and Molly had a nasty Girlie-O all over those nice clean sheets. There were plenty more where they came from. Keep licking.

Molly was recovering from her second Girlie-O and in full erection when Tim stopped licking ten minutes later.

"I’m going to lube you now, Lover," Tim said. And he did, doing some serious excavation with his long fingers. At this point, Molly was ready for anything Tim had in mind. How rare those wonderful moments are for men! Anyway, Tim had a four-star stiffie and he didn’t need an instruction manual for what was next.

"I’m going to put it in a little at a time, Dear. You tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop for a bit until it goes away."

"Cock. Now," Molly said.

Tim put his bear at the entrance to the cave and prepared to go in. Two inches. "Are you OK?"

Molly squeaked. She was more than OK; she was delighted. "OK," the little princess said.

Two more inches of cock. "How’s that?"

It was marvelous. "More!" Molly groaned

Two more inches. That was all there was. "It’s all in. How are you?"

"Great," she said. "Just let me get used to it a minute. It’s so big and hard."

That’s what every man dreams about hearing and Tim was no exception. He waited patiently.

"It feels as if I have to poop really bad," Molly said. She knew that it was Tim’s cock, not her poop in there, because she had douched that morning. "It’s wonderful, though!"

After a few moments, Molly said, "OK, you can move now."

Her tunnel was well lubed and Tim moved easily back and forth. He gripped her hips and fucked her from their knees. Molly’s cock, which had shrunk from the invasion, was rock-hard again. Tim reached around and frigged her foreskin expertly.

Molly’s butt was very hot internally and she did delicious little side-wiggles that made Tim an even happier young man. Nature had contributed to her love education and she made excellent use of the muscles in her bowels to grip Tim’s cock and make him grin.

Molly was in sensual nirvana. She felt this wonderful physical closeness to Tim. And oh, oh, there goes that cum again!!!!

Molly’s cumming made her ass muscles clench Tim’s cock harder and he gave up his goop. Five big globs up a tunnel that had been an exit-only for twelve years. He felt Molly’s cum flood his right hand and he smeared it over her tummy while she turned her head back for a kiss.

They fell down on their left sides and kissed and fondled each other hungrily. This aroused the young lad so much that he grew hard again while still in Molly’s butt.

"Molly."

"Uhhh?"

"I’m ready again"

"Already? That’s what I was hoping. OK, let’s go."

And they went a delicious second round.

When they fell on their backs breathing heavily, Tim asked Molly what she thought. "I think I’m in love," she said.

"Me too," he said, and they kissed face-to-face, with great, whole-body-involvement and passion. As they writhed and wriggled, Molly could feel ten gobs of Tim’s goo running out of her butt and down her delicious white thighs. "So good. So wet. So dirty," she said.

 

Chapter 13 – Sissy and Wally

Not everyone takes to the Camp environment as easily as Molly did. Sissy had issues, but they were not the usual ones. Most new Campers worried about preserving their heterosexuality, pleasing their partners, how their relationship with their parents and friends could change and how Camp would change their lives during the school year. Many even worried that they wouldn’t act feminine enough…or want to act that feminine.

Some campers, like Molly and Gina were able to bring up their X-side from wherever it was and use it well. Some were still digging to find it in them. Some, like Tina, were just horny little toads who wanted to fuck every homo sapiens they encountered.

And then there was Sissy.

Parents select G-One names, so why did poor Charlie’s Mom and Dad give him the sissiest name of all? Sissy’s first thought was, "They know." It was confirmed that night when she watched the parent video.

The message was essentially, "We know; that’s why we named you Sissy." But it was apparently done with good intentions.

Young Charlie was a secret crossdresser long before he came to Camp. He started with his mother’s panties from the hamper at age eight and, when his mother went back to work after his tenth birthday and he had two latchkey hours every day for two years, he moved up to everything in her closet. He would primp and preen and prance in front of the mirror, pretending he was a girl. He imagined he would be caught one day, but never had a really close call.

Of course Sissy’s mother knew anyway. "We’ve known for two years," her mother said on the tape to Sissy. "You were careful, but not perfect and remember, your father was a Camper. We also saw the way you walked sometimes and your mannerisms. If we thought you were homosexual, not that there’s anything wrong with it, we would have kept you away from Camp. But we also observed that girls, not boys, aroused you. So your father and I decided that we would hold our tongues and send you to Camp."

"That’s right, Sweetie," Sissy’s father said. "For most of the Campers, it brings up and strengthens their X side, but for Campers like you, it strengthens their Y-side. You’ll be a better boy and a better girl for the experience. Try to participate fully. Making love with boys is not homosexual when you’re in X-mode. I know that to be true first hand. Enjoy your ‘boy’ three-weeks too. You’ll come back to us more comfortable in both roles. We love you."

The worst of it was, they had Sissy pegged. In her mind, she had tempered her "deviant" self-hate by saying to herself that she dressed, but didn’t suck boys’ cocks. What would she say to herself now? Mom and Dad weren’t here now and there was no one she could confide in.

Last night she had sucked Bobbie’s cock. Twice.

Bobbie was a nice young boy and he certainly was a gentle, giving lover. But Sissy felt massive guilt about "betraying her nature." She felt she was one of those hetero crossdressers she had read about on the Internet. That meant fucking girls while wearing bras, garter belts, stockings and fuck-me pumps. Outside of TG fiction, Sissy wondered where you found girls who were turned on by those get-ups on boys.

Bobbie had told her how "cute" and "special" she was, but what boy wouldn’t say things like that to get his cock sucked?

At Camp, the leaders were saying that when you’re a girl, you act like a girl, dress like a girl and get fucked by boys. Was that the right thing?

Then Sissy met Wally.

The beach cookout was not going well for Sissy. The only boy she knew there was Bobbie. He was nice to her, but by Camp Rule couldn’t date her that day or night Sissy watched Tina flit from boy to boy. Tina seemed to have no inhibitions and the boys seemed to find that appealing. Most of them did, anyway. As Sissy watched Tina sit on Len’s lap and rub her bikini-clad butt against his woodie, she was startled by a boy saying, "Hello." Are you Sissy?"

It was Wally, a nice 13-year-old from Oregon. He was small, like Sissy and seemed to be less interested in Tina than any of the boys were. That was a big point for his side as far as Sissy was concerned. He also wasn’t acting as macho as the other boys. Sissy liked that too.

"Guilty," Sissy said. "That’s me. What’s your name?"

"Wally. I noticed you were a little shy. I am too so I thought maybe we could be shy together."

"That’s a great concept. I’m not usually shy. I just have a lot on my mind."

"That’s no wonder considering that in the last three days everything about your world has changed."

"You’re right, thank you. But why hasn’t it affected the other girls?"
"It has affected them. A lot. People deal with it differently. Even Tina, when she stops and reflects will figure out the impact and be awed by it."

"Did it affect you?"

"Sure. It still does. But in the end it was almost all positive."

"I don’t know if that will be true for me," Sissy said. "I’m different."

"I can see that," Wally said. "Your girl side was pushing you hard before you came to Camp, wasn’t it?

Sissy gasped. "How did you know?"

"It takes one to know one. I was dressing since I was six. My Mom caught me when I was ten, but she and Dad have been very supportive. They said Camp would strengthen my boy side and prepare me for life outside of Camp. They were right so far."

Sissy was fascinated and delighted. She was not alone. "That’s my situation too! Oh, it’s so wonderful to meet someone like me. I thought I was alone."

"You’ll never be alone if I have anything to say about it, Sissy. There are more like us here in the older year groups, but their X and Y sides have evened out so much that it’s hardly noticeable."

This was one of the great turning points in Sissy’s life. For the next four hours, she poured out her heart to Wally and he listened without judging her, interjecting his own life story or yawning – an awesome achievement. Marcel Proust once said, "You can seduce any woman in the world if you are willing to listen to her problems until 3 in the morning." It only took Wally until 7 p.m.

During their long, long conversation they had left the beach, walked to Sissy’s room, undressed, showered together, brushed and dried Sissy’s hair, and gotten her into a lovely white nightie, cute, frilly panties and white thigh-highs. They were cuddling in bed when Sissy finally ran out of words and wanted to fuck.

Thank God, Wally thought. He had a girl side but he had gone above and beyond for Sissy.

Wally was about to benefit from the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. He was with a girl who believed that he and only he truly understood her.

"Wally!"

"Yes, Muffin."

"It’s so hot in here," would you take my pretty panties off, please."

"With pleasure." Wally slowly dropped Sissy’s drawers and got a close-up look at her treasures. Sissy’s pricklet was small, but very hard. It was pink and looked brand new. Her balls were in a little pink sack and hung low. It was such a beautiful sight that he put the whole package, prick and balls, in his mouth and licked for dear life.

Sissy screamed with delight. Loud. "I hope no one’s calling 911,"Wally thought. "Who would have though this little girl would be a screamer?"

She settled down a bit but as he released her balls from his mouth and continued to expertly suck her cock, she whimpered and moaned. Loudly. "Oh! Uhhh!" All that heartrending and confessing had made her very horny and after about five delightful minutes, she poured out a tasty milkshake for her Wally and screamed again. Louder. Wally thought it was all too delicious. He was very relieved. "If Sissy is my soul mate," he thought, "I have to like the taste of her cum. I like the screaming too. It’s like belching after a good meal. Some cultures think it’s crude, but it shows appreciation."

"That was great," Sissy groaned. "What’s next?"

Wally had turned Sissy from reluctant to enthusiastic. Wally wanted to kiss Sissy, so he did. For almost an hour. He kissed her almost everywhere on her body and used his hands, legs, feet and cock to stimulate her entire body, except for her cock, balls and asshole. That was going to be dessert. She moaned as he licked and sucked her puffy nipples. They were a wonderful appetizer.

Lying on his back, Wally asked Sissy to get on her knees over him in reverse. She did so, letting her long hair tease his cock and balls. Sissy blew hot air on Wally’s cockhead. Then she squeezed the tip of his prickie with her manicured fingers. She giggled when her squeezing produced a thin stream of precum. "You’re leaking, Honey," she said.

Wally propped his head with two pillows and eased Sissy’s hips down so that her ass was covering his face. Her heinie was little, so he wasn’t smothered. It smelled wonderful, filled with the scent of soap, perfume and lust. He began by taking tiny love bites around her cheeks. She jumped a little with each one, but kept coming back for more. Then he licked the area around, but not in, her little starfish. It was very intimate and very sexy. Sissy squealed and giggled. Then he moved in for the prize. Sissy’s asshole was beauty itself. Firm and warm. Surrounded by sweet flesh that had felt no other tongues. He stuck his nose in and inhaled deeply. Sissy yelped and wiggled, then ground her ass on his nose for more. Withdrawing his nose, he took his first lick. "Eeek!" Sissy said. Then, "More. More." Sissy stopped fooling with Wally’s prick and concentrated her thoughts on his tongue, which seemed to have gained about two inches of headway into her sweet, untouched asshole. She drew in her breath loudly. "That’s…very…. nice," she groaned.

Wally licked and kissed and sucked for quite a while until he felt Sissy’s weight on him. The poor girl had fainted from pleasure and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

Wally gently rolled her off him and kissed her awake. "Is this heaven?" she asked.

"No, and it’s not Iowa either," he said. "You’re in Camp and about to be fucked for the first time."

"Oh, goodie!" she said. "How do you want me?"

"Every way there is, but for now, I’m going to get on my back, you’re going to face me and ease yourself down on my prick at your own speed."

"OK, Sweetie."

"Now take it easy, Sissy. There may be some pain, but it will go away. Slowly, now."

Sissy straddled Wally’s hips and put his rock-hard cock at the entrance to her sanctuary. She squirmed in the first inch, and then had to stop. It didn’t hurt so much as it felt as if someone had given her a kick back there.

"Are you OK?" Wally said.

"Oh sure, Honey. Just taking your wise advice."

"I can do this," she said to herself.

Two more inches and she didn’t explode. That was easier. She felt full and very sexy, but she had three inches to go. She locked eyes with Wally.

"If it hurts, we can stop," he said.

"He’s so sweet," she thought. Her eyes were moist with love. Or pain. Or both. She trembled a bit, but was resolute. "No way," she said, and sat down on the rest of his cock.

"Ooh! That smarts," she thought. But the pain was only a sharp jab, followed by a wonderful feeling of love and intimacy. She clenched his cock and this time he was the one who wiggled and yelped. "Kiss me, Baby," she said, and leaned over to his mouth. They kissed and fucked. Fucked. Kissed. Then fucked some more. Sissy had two excellent Girlie-Os, drooling her cum on Wally’s chest and tummy. Then she felt Wally’s bad boy expand and boil over into her butt. He looked so sweet when he was coming, she thought. Since she was on top, gravity was their enemy and the cum ran out of her butt and soaked his thighs. Wally was a messy lad, and it was only 9 p.m. Sissy had big plans for the rest of the evening, beginning with a change of sheets and a warm bath together in the big, deep bathtub. For now, though, they were lying there kissing and saying lovey little things to each other.

Of course, the great irony was not lost on either of them. Here was a Camp that had Ward and June and even Wally. But there would never be any beaver.

 

Chapter 14 – The ice being broken…

The G-Ones looked at their daily schedules that were slipped under their door on day four and saw something new – free time. In fact the whole day was free time. It was suggested, however that they take some time to meet and discuss things with their girl friends, go shopping and have their hair done. Tonight was to be the first of weekly dances.

Molly was naked, sitting sideways on Tim’s lap, riding his cock up her ass, and thinking about a) how good it felt, b) how good it appeared to feel to Tim and c) what she would wear to the dance that night. She also needed the right shoes and the right accessories. She was not going to show up looking like some goof.

Tim was starting to sweat and grunt a bit, so she turned her attention to the meat up her keyster. Every now and then, she would squeeze her ass muscles and he would react visibly. Being a girl is wonderful, she thought. You get to wear pretty things. Boys lust for you. You get fucked whenever, however and by whomever you want. And you’re in control of the whole thing.

Molly threw her arms around Tim and French kissed him sweetly. She breathed in his ear. "You have the best cock in Camp. I want to feel your cum in me. Will you do that? For me?"

Then she sucked his earlobe. The poor guy was toast. "Unnnh," he said. "Here it is, for you." And shot three respectable globs up her pretty little bottom.

"Oh, thank you." Kiss. "Thank you." Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. "You’re a wonderful lover! I want to carry that cum around with me for a while, so please don’t pull out yet. Can you help me cum too?"

Tim was happy to do so, but with his softening cock up Molly’s ass, his options were limited. Spitting on his hand, he began a sweet foreskin massage on Molly. Leaning over, he began to suck on her puffy right nipple. With all the sucking, Camp girls’ nipples seem to grow and puff up and they erect at the drop of a lewd suggestion. Molly liked what Tim was doing. She cooed and wiggled, almost unseating Tim’s little friend. The wiggling created a friction that resurrected the anal assailant and soon Tim was pounding Molly’s posterior again as he wanked her and kissed her little titties. The triple assault was too much for the young charmer and she gave up another tribute to Love that oozed over Tim’s fingers and onto the floor.

Tim eased Molly down to the floor on all fours and finished off what is the Surgeon General’s recommended way to start every day. Two strong doses of anal fucking to paralyzing climax.

And that’s what to do when the schedule says free time.

 

Chapter 15 – First Dance Day

The G-Ones met for breakfast in the dining hall. The stories they told! Each had been buttfucked at least twice and they all adored it. Each had found true love, at least until their new dates tonight. Each used Camp Cream and did their anal exercises so they wouldn’t have saggy sphincters. Each was happy to be at Camp.

Molly noticed that the girls were starting to wear dresses, not just the schoolgirl blouses and skirts. And five of the girls had ditched the frilly socks and knee socks for stockings and short heels. Their legs looked great and Molly vowed that she would be wearing stockings from now on. Pantyhose were banned from Camp as an infernal invention that hides the thighs and panties and makes the critical act of panty removal more difficult and less sexy. Anyway, it was dresses, pretty stockings and heels from now on for all of them.

If the boys only knew how girls compared the boys’ cocks and employment of same. The boys were, of course, in a simultaneous, similar caucus about the new girls. The boys would be playing sports today and rebuilding their sperm resources as the Camp girls, G-One, Two and Three, shopped and primped for tonight’s tribal ritual.

The Camp Store was amazingly well stocked in every frilly, femmy item you could imagine. And it was all free to Campers.

Molly selected a simple, black, knee-length party dress that the very helpful sales woman suggested as appropriate for her age and body. She added some darling shoes, three-inch-high-heeled strappy sandals; some black stockings; a pair of 14k hoop earrings; a little party handbag and a gold chain. That should turn some heads and stiffen some cocks, she thought.

Flushed with success from shopping, Molly and the girls went to the Camp beauty parlor for their appointments. They received excellent manicures and pedicures and had their hair washed and set. Tina and Gina went blond. It looked good on them and tended to make Tina less cheap-looking.

After a light lunch, the girls retired to their rooms for a nap. No sex until tonight to mess up the hair and nails.

The weekly dance was the only time all the campers got together very week, so it was a very big deal. Meals were well attended, but some Campers, in the middle of some serious fucking, will stay in their rooms to eat or will skip a meal for other forms of protein exchange. Church is fully attended, but 60 percent go to Protestant services and 40 to Catholic.

It would also be the first time that the G-Ones had interacted with any G-Threes or B-Threes. Those sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds seemed to be doing who-knows-what since the G-Ones had been there.

Molly woke at five and went to work on her appearance. She wanted to make an impression, but didn’t want to look like Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver. She bathed in the big, deep tub, soaping and rinsing every inch of her luscious body. She patted her tender skin dry, then powdered and perfumed herself, becoming a sensual feast. Feeling naughty, she played with her nipples until they erected, then rouged them lightly.

Putting on her lingerie made Molly very randy. It was her first time for both black stockings and a garter belt. The tug of the straps as she moved was sensually stimulating enough, but the sight of herself in a black bra, stockings, garter belt and high-heeled, strappy sandals, looking like a French postcard of a 12-year-old Lolita with a cock was a thrill she was eager to share with tonight’s lucky winner, whoever that may be. What a wonderful feeling to know that you would be fucked expertly, have and give several orgasms, not worry about STD, pregnancy or parent rage! And you had no idea who your date would end up being.

After a light nosh of salad, Molly finished dressing and went to Gina’s room. They had agreed to walk to the dance together. Gina looked stunning too, with her new blond hair all curled up, and white party dress. She looked like a little girl dressed up for one of those JonBenet competitions and she looked scrumptious. Molly clearly still had boy urges and girl urges, because her hormones were telling her to whip out her weenie, throw Gina on the bed and fuck her. Camp can be confusing, all right.

Mincing slowly and clacking along in the unfamiliar heels, Molly and Gina talked about their expectations for that evening. "You look great, Gina," Molly said. "You’ll be down on your knees taking some B-Three’s cock down your throat within an hour."

"Stop kidding, Molly. "You know we can’t fuck any of the B-Threes until the fourth week. And no B-Twos until next week."

"True, Gina, but that leaves eight B-Ones we haven’t sampled yet. Maybe we should take them on all at once."

"That’s big talk, Honey," Gina said. "I’m just looking to get through this dance OK. The thought of seeing all the Campers in one place is pretty intimidating to me. What if they think we’re nerds? It could be a rough six summers."

Molly hadn’t even thought of that, but suddenly she thought of nothing else. They arrived at the dance hall and Molly saw all the beautiful young girls in lovely dresses and gowns and handsome young boys in white dinner jackets. "I shouldn’t be here," she thought. "I’m over my head. I should have worn white. I should have gone blond. I’m too skinny. I’m too fat. No one will like me. I look like a boy. I’m too girly to be a boy any more. They think I’m queer. They think I’m a dork." Molly felt flushed and felt tears coming on. She raced for the ladies room and ran into a stall, locking the door. She began sobbing.

After a minute or two, Molly heard Gina’s sweet voice through the door. "It’s all right, Honey. It’s all right."

Molly heard another femmy voice say, "Who’s in there?"

"It’s Molly. I’m Gina, her friend."

"Pleased to meet you, Gina. I’m Lori, a G-Three. Now who is Molly’s big sister?"

"Mary Beth."

"I’ll speak to Molly. Now please go find Mary Beth and bring her here."

Gina quickly agreed and ran as fast as three-inch heels can take you.

"Molly! It’s Lori. I want to help you. Can you unlock the door, Sweetie?"

A pathetic, "OK," and she did.

Lori stepped in and hugged her. "It’s OK, Molly. We’ve all been there. You’re having an anxiety attack."

Rapid breath. "I…" Sob…Rapid breath…"am?"

"Calm down, Honey. Now come over here to the big sink and mirror. That’s a good girl. Now you’ve had a wonderful time at Camp so far, haven’t yet, haven’t you?"

Rapid breath. "Yes…" Sob…Rapid breath…Head nod…

"And you were fucked in your pretty asshole and swallowed boys’ cum and shot out a lot of your own cum, didn’t you?"

Another affirmative.

And you swallowed cum and licked it and liked it, right?"

"Oh, yes. Very much." Smaller sob.

"But now that you see everyone together you’re worried that you won’t be good enough and that you won’t be a good enough boy or girl, right?"

"How did you know?" Louder, racking sobs.

"Because four years ago tonight I was in here crying about the same things and a G-Three was kind and helped me."

"But you’re so beautiful and confident."

"Thank you. You’re right and I’m one heck of a stud on the boy side too. You’ll find the best of your boy and girl sides through Camp. Now look at yourself and me. What do you see?"

Sniffle. "Two pretty girls all dressed up."

"Two very pretty girls. What do boys want to do with girls like us?"

"Pull our pretty panties down. Bend us over and fuck our sissy asses."

"One hundred percent correct. Now lift up your skirt for me in the front. That’s it. Oh what lovely panties you’re wearing and those black stockings and garter belt are mega-teasers."

Sniffle. "Thank you."

"May I pull your panties down and see what’s in the goody basket?"

Eagerly, "OK"

"What a pretty little pricklet and pink ball sac! It’s all limp, though because you’ve been crying. Look how long and wrinkled your foreskin is. It covers the head completely and looks like a wilted flower. May I touch it?"

More eagerly, "OK."

Now look at yourself in the mirror. You can see that you’re a pretty girl that ALL the boys want to fuck. But let’s make sure that your boy urges are still there. A pretty girl is going to masturbate you and you’re going to watch the two pretty girls in the mirror and think about how a boy would react to those girls."

Lori skinned Molly’s sweet little jewel expertly. She whispered little things to Molly about how pretty the girls in the mirror were and when Molly becomes a boy again how he can be one of the Camp’s great panty removers. Molly’s breathing changed from gasping to orgasmic. Lori said, "That’s right, Honey, just shoot all that anxiety up on the mirror." And Molly did. In big globs.

"Unnh," she said. "So good!…Thank you, Lori. You’re a wonderful angel."

Lori smiled sweetly.

Just then, Mary Beth and Gina burst in. Mary Beth saw Lori, Molly’s pretty panties at half mast and the globs of cum on the mirror and saw that the situation was under control. "I came as quickly as I could," she said. "Actually, Tony came as quickly as he could. I was giving him a little tension reliever over by the punch bowl." Another fast rule of Camp is that an orgasm will only be interrupted in matters of life or death.

"That’s OK, Mary Beth," Molly said. "You’re wonderful to me and I love you. Lori helped me get over my anxiety attack. Uh, Mary Beth?"

"Yes, Molly?."

"You look gorgeous tonight, but you have a big blob of cum on your nose, mouth and chin."

"Oh, right. That Tony!. He’s no Jason, who’s my man, don’t forget, but he can sure sling the jizz. It looks kind of nice, though, don’t you think?"

"No Camp girl has ever had pimples," Lori said.

Mary Beth and Molly freshened up and all four girls moved back to the dance floor, drawing fond stares from the lads.

"I’m so thirsty," Molly said, and three B-Ones dashed for the punch. Peter got back to Molly first and Darwin was right again. The B-One survivor was the fittest. Peter had fair skin and big blue eyes that Molly thought could peer into a girl’s soul. Or at least into her panties.

"You’re beautiful, tonight, Molly," Peter said.

"Thank you, Peter. You’re very handsome too."

"Thanks." Peter beamed. "Would you like to dance?"

"Yes, thank you, Peter."

Molly’s Mom had taught Kevin to dance and she never knew why until tonight. Everyone in the place could dance. Sometimes Molly felt as if her whole life had been programmed to succeed at Camp. Oh well, she thought. There are worse things.

Peter and Molly glided around the floor to a recording of Fred Astaire singing Cole Porter’s "Night and Day." Like Ginger Rogers, Molly was challenged by having to dance backwards and in heels, but she did beautifully.

Peter and Molly danced six more dances and they fit together very well. When small talk ran out, Peter asked Molly if he could walk her back to her room, which is Camp code for, "Can I take you somewhere and fuck your brains out?" Molly said, yes, please, which is Camp code for, "Yes, please. Take my precious panties off and fuck me silly."

Codes communicated, they moved into Molly’s room. The garter belt was tugging at Molly’s stockings and Molly wanted to show Peter how sexy she looked in black scanties. Peter removed his white jacket and hung it up very carefully. "You’re a wonderful dancer, Molly," he said.

"So are you."

"I’ll bet you’re a good kisser too."

"Why don’t you see for yourself?"

"OK. Mmmh. I’m right. You’re a great kisser and your lipstick tastes wonderful."

"My tonsils taste better," she said.

Peter’s tongue tried to find out.

Things getting too hot for further discussion, Molly removed her dress and slip, leaving her black lingerie and sexy high-heel sandals. Peter stripped down to Peter. Molly quivered with lust. Her ears were hot and her hormones were cascading through her body. Her pretty prick had grown to its full height and its purple head was peeking out over her sweet panties. In the first of what would be many surprises, Peter fell to his knees and licked Molly’s package through her panties. He ran his hands up and down her stockinged legs. Leaving the panties in place, he licked at the exposed cockhead as if