Chapter 4
The rest of the week passed rather uneventfully at Camp Kanaki for both Casey Lockhart and Chuck Ramey. There were the inevitable sly glances and occasional lingering touches during the completion of some routine task that threw them temporarily together. But as Friday dawned clear and sunny, neither had had a chance to do anything stronger or more direct than seriously reminisce over the Tuesday evening "date."
And reminisce they did ... often.
The camp didn't really get into full swing until July and August. At that time, the full contingent of counselors would come on staff for the summer. For the "lean" month of June, however, only a handful of counselors were kept on the payroll to handle the minimal number of children who could attend during this prelude to summer. Since most schools didn't even let out until the end of June, the only ones who ever attended were a few rich kids who went to private schools that released students for the summer a few weeks early.
So far, there were only eight kids at Kanaki, and four counselors. Of the counselors, there was only Chuck as the resident male; the other three were females.
Casey Lockhart was the one that Chuck knew best. And how he knew her best! The others were Debbie Cumberland, a very pretty, blonde novice counselor, whom he had not had much chance to get to know yet; and Betty-Ann Langdon, an attractive raven-haired coed who attended college in New York City. Debbie was eighteen, and new to Kanaki. Betty-Ann was the veteran counselor. At a ripe twenty years of age, she was also senior of the small group.
The owner of Camp Kanaki was Miss DeVore, a sharp-looking lady in her late thirties who, so the rumor went, had inherited the camp when her father had died a decade ago, and who had found it to be not too time-consuming and arduous a way to make a good living, and still have most of the year free from the mundane concerns of a job that obsessed most others. She talked a lot about her travels when she visited the camp counselors in her weekly attempts to socialize. But most of the time she spent at her big log house overlooking the lake, keeping a distant but vigilant eye on things.
Chuck had been up, showered and eaten, since seven. He pulled on his trunks and sauntered down to the lake to hammer a few more boards onto the dock that he had been building. As he approached, he saw Debbie sitting on the dock, her eyes closed as if in meditation. She was wearing a white string bikini that set off her good, full figure to advantage, and that displayed her healthy-looking tan in an extravagant fashion.
"Hi," he offered.
"Oh!" She looked up quickly, recognized him, and relaxed.
"Up a little early, aren't you?"
She blushed, sweeping her long blonde hair from her face with a naturally graceful movement of her hand. "Yes. I guess so. Just couldn't sleep this morning."
"Well," he said, searching the blue sky, "looks like it's going to be a beauty of a day!"
Debbie's heart raced as she tried to decide what to say next. She had risen early precisely to come down to the dock where she knew Chuck would come to work first to start his day. She had watched him from her cabin, which she shared with two ten-year-olds from Albany and Buffalo.
The ten-year-olds only served to accentuate her growing loneliness here at Kanaki. And there was this big, handsome boy-this Chuck Ramey-whom she never got a chance to meet due to the way they were all given different, almost separating roles by Miss DeVore.
Debbie Cumberland was a rather stunning-looking, eighteen-year-old virgin-blonde and innocent. She had voluptuous, full round breasts, tapered waist and thighs, curvaceous half-moons for an ass, and long, bronzed legs. Add to this her naturally pretty and healthy face and her bright blue eyes and winning smile, and the only miracle was how she had fended off the boys this long!
But her smile and eyes were also naturally shy, and trusting. And perhaps this had had something to do with her virginal state in spite of her beauty contest looks. However, after listening to Casey and Betty-Ann for the past two weeks up here at Kanaki, even she was beginning to realize that she was one of a kind. Certainly, Casey Lockhart had made it no secret that she and Chuck Ramey had done something other than hold hands on their Tuesday-night date at the movies. Without actually telling anything specific, her sly and suggestive remarks had kindled a kind of envy-perhaps even jealousy-of all the alleged fun that Casey had enjoyed with Chuck. And since nearly all Casey's conversation was sexually oriented, Debbie could only believe that she and Chuck had gotten into something pretty heavy on their date.
And since Chuck was the only male available, Debbie had decided to try her luck at kindling his interest. In spite of the fact that she was sexually inexperienced, she was desperate enough for company to try her hand at vamping Chuck. She knew she was pretty. She had just never known how to use the fact to her advantage.
If it was sex that caught a boy's attention-and Casey and Betty-Ann had finally convinced her that it was-then she figured she had better compete or face a summer of loneliness.
This was the first time she had worn the scanty white string bikini.
She knew it barely covered her large nipples, and it just fractionally reached the top of her pubic hair. She felt totally undressed in it. But that apparently was the idea.
"Am I in your way, Chuck?" she asked finally, indicating the hammer he was carrying and the dock he had obviously been intent on completing.
"Aw, gosh, no, Debbie. Stay a bit. Won't you, please?" Chuck's eyes roved appreciatively over her shapely form. When Debbie had bent forward, her over-ripe tits had swayed forward, almost tumbling out of their tiny containers. Chuck had noted a stiffened nipple that accidentally poked its way out of her top. Sitting down beside her on the dock, he let his thigh touch hers as their feet dangled in the water. She did not, he noticed, try to move her leg away. If anything, she pressed it closer. Her smooth, muscled thigh almost cried out for his touch. Chuck felt his throat go dry.
"Is Tuesday your night off again, Chuck?"
"Yes. It is."
"Are you," she hesitated, "going to be going out with Casey again?" she asked bluntly.
"Why," Chuck stammered, "I hadn't really thought about it." This was not totally true, because he had indeed thought about it. He had merely not confirmed anything. It was as though he and Casey had an unspoken agreement that there would be more of the same this Tuesday. Casey had certainly thought so. Who would turn her down? And up till now, Chuck had thought so too.
But now he wasn't so sure....
Debbie splashed her dainty foot playfully in the water, making contact with his own foot.
She looked up at him, her blue eyes only inches away. Her pink lips pouted open, glistening. "I'd like to go out with you, Chuck," she admitted candidly.
"Well," he said, making an instant decision, "why not?"
II had worked! thought Debbie. He had asked her out. Well, sort of....
Anyway, she bit her lower lip, realizing the effect that her bikini and brief touches had played in gaining his interest, then his commitment. Casey and Betty-Ann were right. Sex had turned the trick. She had new respect for her own powers over boys., She breathed in deeply, filling her tiny bikini cups with her ample boobs. Then, glancing sideways at Chuck, she took his hand in hers and said, "How about a walk?" Her eyes indicated the path leading down past the camp bunkhouses to the sheltered beach a few hundred yards south. There, she knew, no one would see them.
Chuck gripped her smooth hand. "Sure," he said. Their joined hands rested momentarily on her sleek, brown thigh, and Debbie felt a tingle in her breasts and loins. She was beginning to feel positively wicked!
When Chuck stood up, she purposefully, but quickly, dropped her eyes to his crotch to inspect the source of all this sexuality that had come to her attention through Casey and Betty-Ann's constant obsession with the matter.
Startled, she made out the outline of his long penis and his large testicles, prominent in his formfitting swimsuit. She caught her breath at the sheer size of the outline, since it had been her understanding that the thing actually grew larger upon stimulation!
The thought of that thing being larger almost halted Debbie's interest in sex right then. But not quite.
Chuck saw her eyes glance at his genitals. A slight smile played upon his lips at her sudden interest in him. Why, he wondered, so suddenly ...? Then: Who cares ... Never look a gift horse in the proverbial mouth, he decided.
With Debbie leading him by the hand, they strolled through the woods along the narrow path. Walking behind her, Chuck admired her swinging buttocks, and he delighted in the abbreviated manner in which her bikini bottom scarcely concealed her bountiful ass cheeks. As he let his eyes linger on her superb body and let his mind dwell on its sensuous possibilities, his cock began to blossom to full erection within the tight confines of his swim trunks. It was embarrassingly obvious, but there was nothing that he could do about it.
He knew that Debbie should take it as a compliment. Whether she would or not was another matter.
When they reached the hidden cove, Debbie turned her innocent blue eyes to him and squeezed his hand. "Pretty, isn't it?" she asked, indicating the lake from this vantage point.
"'very," he replied, not taking his eyes from her.
He took her other hand in his and pulled her to within an inch of his tall, strong body. She looked up soulfully into his face, closed her eyes and pouted her pink lips. Chuck brought his mouth down onto the liquid soft invitation of her mouth. Carefully at first, then more insistently, his tongue traced an outline along her lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. Hesitantly at first, her mouth opened to accept his tongue, letting it slide and explore all the hollows and corners of her sweet, delicious oral cavern.
Their tongues entwined in a dance of passion, searching out secret gullies, liquid grottos, caressing, sliding. While their tongues took turns slipping into each other's mouth, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Wrapping her in his strong arms, Chuck ran his hands up and down her back, feeling her firm tits mashing themselves against the steel of his chest like giant marshmallows. His erection ground against her cuntal mound, sending shivers of excitement and unknown pleasure up and down Debbie's spine. Her long arms held him tightly around his neck.
What am I doing? she thought through a haze of passion. Here I am alone at seven in the morning with Chuck, turning him on! And turning myself on too! I must have lost all sense of my moral bearings! She'd never been with a boy in a state of undress like this. She'd had a few pretty steamy necking sessions in high school-but never any petting. No one had ever so much as touched her breasts-let alone gone any further!
And now she was considering more ... so much more!
She ground herself against the young man, kissing him wantonly and frantically. She had decided to explore this whole sex thing as far as her body and her conscience would let her-to find out if it was all that it was made out to be. She was tired of spending time alone, while Casey had Chuck for herself.
And his thing! She could feel it pressing against her groin and belly. It seemed enormous-and rock-hard! Debbie's mind reeled at the thought of what its sexual function was.
Chuck's hands caressed and stroked her bare back while the endless kiss continued. Eventually, his hands moved down to cup her young buttocks, pulling her abdomen closer to him.
Debbie let him do it. It was a first for her.
His big hands began to squeeze and mold the resilient ass cheeks. Unceasingly, his iron-hard cock ground into her feminine mound.
Debbie felt a rush of excitement that was without precedent for her. Her nipples and tender young pussy actually tingled with lewd sensation. She could feel her cunt starting to lubricate its inner walls, in a way she had read about but never experienced.
When Chuck slid his hands down inside her bikini bottom to cup her bare ass cheeks, she tensed visibly. Should I let him do that? she thought. Should I ...? But the questions trailed away as she was overcome with the pleasantness of the caress, with the loveliness of the intimacy.
She tightened her arms around his neck as if to blind herself to what was going on inside her pants.
His fingers were exploring down between the girl's soft, velvety cheeks, sliding along lower, lower....
Softly caressing her pouting cuntlips, trailing their way through her silken pubic hair ... his fingers began to probe between her full labia, noted the lubricant oozing out and, satisfied, slid a retreat from the rear entrance to her crotch.
Debbie was slightly disappointed at his finger's exit, until she realized what he was doing.
Chuck rolled her bikini pants down onto her tawny thighs, leaving them twisted there, letting the morning breeze waft through her cunt hairs. Then he moved his hand around to her front and cupped her tender, virginal pussy, running his fingers adoringly through her mat of blonde pubic hair.
Debbie almost swooned....His hand, she thought ... right on my bare pussy!
And without further rational thought, she dropped one arm from his neck and reached for his big, hard cock.
It was Chuck's turn to almost swoon....
Her hand ran the full length of the massive beast, teasing it with her fingers through his tight swimsuit. I can't believe I'm doing this! she thought. I can't believe it! But I am doing it! And I am loving it! Anything that feels all this wonderful can't be bad!
With this thought, she dropped her other hand to Chuck's suit and, using them both, peeled the suit down over his giant hard-on, leaving it bunched on his muscled thighs.
Then, for the first time, she saw a naked man's cock in full bloom.
She gasped! I had no idea, she thought. Look at it!
"Chuck...."she said.
He looked down at his erection, the rigid flesh swollen upward to his navel, then into Debbie's sweet, innocent face. He saw the shock and awe there.
"My God! It's ... it's ... enormous!" she said reverently. And so saying, she reached for it, grasping it gently in her smooth hand, noting its girth, its texture, its solidity. And to think that a woman is supposed to take this inside her pussy! Debbie was stunned....
She studied the big purple head that stuck out of the top of her fist, admiring its winking eye. And pulling it to one side, she gazed at the large, masculine testicles that were slung heavily below the big rod.
Suddenly, unable to stand it anymore, her fist tightened around it and her lips sought his once more. Kissing her furiously, wantonly, his hand returned to its mooring, cupping her tender young pussy. Lewdly, a finger sought entrance to her slippery cunt-hole, probing in the pink folds until it lodged in the entrance.
Then it slid smoothly in, up to the first knuckle, moving in slow, oily circles, caressing her unexplored young pussy walls, appreciating the elastic nature of the tight flesh there.
He has his finger right up my pussy! thought Debbie. He's feeling right inside me! Oooohhhh Goodddddd ... it feels so wonderful! So beautifid....
And her hand tightened around his bloated shaft, instinctively commencing a rhythmic movement, sliding the loose skin up and down the iron bar of flesh.
Chuck moaned, stirring his finger to new activity in response.
And this is how they were engaged when the morning siren shattered the silence of Camp Kanaki, signaling a new day, breakfast, and the mandatory appearance of all constituents of the camp at roll call.
Chuck, with his finger jammed up Debbie's sweet little twat ... Debbie, with Chuck's big hard-on peeping from her tight, feminine fist.
As the siren wailed to a stop, both accepted the interruption, then hesitatingly disengaged themselves from their intimate activities. Pulling up their pants, they walked hand-in-hand back along the path to the camp.
There would, they both knew, be another time.
There would be Tuesday. ... Up in the big log house overlooking the lake, Miss Amanda DeVore was intently gazing through her binoculars at an arresting spectacle. She watched as two of her counselors, Chuck Ramey and Debbie Cumberland, pulled each other's pants down into twisted ropes around their thighs, then proceeded to fondle each other's genitals. Debbie, she could see clearly, had a vise-grip on Chuck's enormous prick, and was rhythmically jacking the big tool, its swollen head emerging from her pumping little fist with each downstroke. Chuck astutely had his finger shoved up Debbie's oozing twat and was giving the stunning young blonde a leisurely fingerfucking.
It was only with that untimely wail of the morning siren that they had grudgingly released each other's private parts, hitched their pants back up, and strolled back to the camp to commence the day's activities.
Lowering the binoculars from her dark grey eyes, Miss DeVore found that she was breathing somewhat heavily. What she had witnessed had not really surprised or shocked her. After all, these were normal, healthy, good-looking teenagers, in the prime of health, curiosity and new-found hormonal urges. What it had done was excite her! Her own pussy had begun to bubble up with sap as she voyeuristically treated herself to the youngsters' display.
Ahhh! To be so young again ... There was truly nothing so firm and solid as a young man's erect cock! Nor, she thought, was there anything that could equal the suppleness and resiliency and smoothness of a young girl's legs and breasts!
No wonder Chuck and Debbie had been doing what they had been doing. How could they have resisted?
Her own body was nothing to be ashamed of either, she knew. She had maintained her figure, her good legs, and her firm bosom, long past the point when many of her female friends had seen their bodies turn to cellulite and fat.
Not Amanda DeVore! She worked out and took care of her body. Exercise, good food, and ... plenty of young sex, wherever she could find it. Male or female. And, more often than not, she found it right here at Camp Kanaki, in the heart of Maine.
She made a point of hiring good-looking young people ... like Chuck, Debbie, Casey and Betty-Ann. And sooner or later, as the summer went on, she cued onto how to best approach her healthy young counselors.
Like Betty-Ann, for instance.
Betty-Ann had been re-hired. One did not get rehired at Kanaki unless Miss DeVore was very pleased with that person.
Amanda had been very pleased with Betty-Ann the last two summers. 'very pleased indeed....
She was sure she would not be disappointed in this summer's young people either. Especially from what she had just seen.
Dropping off her nightie as she prepared to step into the shower, she caressed her own naked pussy. And she fantasized that it was Chuck Ramey's hand that was running its fingers through her luxuriant pubic curls. Her nipples stiffened and her tits grew taut with sexual excitement, and she fantasized what it might be like to have Chuck's-or even Debbie's-mouth sucking on them tenderly, pulling the long thimbles hard and stiff with lips that appreciated them for the superb spheres that supported them.
Enjoying herself thusly, she stepped into the hot water that was cascading downward. Maybe, she thought as she slipped a digit up her hot cunt, just maybe....