Chapter 9

The next few hours seemed to fly by. Rooms were prepared and the sexes of the campers carefully considered in the disposition of their quarters.

Heat was turned up in all the rooms as blankets were in short supply but it was well past seven before the supper for the younger members of the camp had been eagerly devoured.

"You'd think you were at the zoo," Mary said, surveying the debris of the meal.

The most difficult task of the evening transpired to be that of persuading the younger members of the party that it was time they were sleeping.

Even when this had been accomplished it was with a sense of dismay that Barbi realized on looking around the living room that she had on her hands for entertainment some ten juveniles.

This included the experienced Jim and Gerry. She had noticed that Jim had been the most eager assistant she could have wished for in getting the younger members to bed.

He sidled up to her immediately after that last one had disappeared upstairs and in a few well-chosen words explained the reason for his hearty cooperation.

"These," he hissed confidentially to her, "are all right."

"All right?" she repeated.

"Yes, all right."

"I don't think I quite get what you mean."

"They're okay. They like some fun and they're discreet. Dave, he's all right. Janice, I've had her myself. Ann, there, the redhead, Dave fucked her. Mark, the one with the big nose, he's having an affair with Gladys, the girl on the couch with big tits. Anthony-"

"What about him?"

Jim stared. "Yes, that little fellow with the glasses, he's an intellectual. He believes in free love."

"Oh, stop!" Barbi yelled. "You're destroying my faith in modern youth. Here, just a minute. Don't tell me that little European girl, Karen, is, well, having sex with somebody."

"Karen," Jim mused, "may be a virgin. But she blows a wonderful cock and Ray Jacobs, the kid over there talking to Mary, swears she's sucked him off."

"I'm out of my class here," Barbi said. "Do you mean to tell me that all these kids in this room have been screwing around with each other?"

"I don't like your referring to them as kids," Jim snapped. "We're teenagers, I admit, and as for screwing around, aren't we human?"

It occurred to Barbi to say that was hardly the case, but she stopped herself.

Instead, she looked around at the party and back to Jim.

"But do they, you know?"

"Know what? Oh, that there are ho holds barred? No, not actually, but that doesn't matter. Without asking your permission they'll start petting and if you don't stop them, they'll be over the floor in no time. Just leave them alone. You'll get all the fun you want."

"This is beyond me," Barbi told him.

"I expect it is," he replied. "Do you think Mary will stand for me having another try?"

"Why don't you ask her?"

"A good idea. Excuse me."

Barbi watched him walk over to Mary and engage her in conversation. She shook her head in amazement and looked around the room. Dave caught her eye and would have walked over to her but Gerry was at her elbow.

"What a mob," he said in disgust. "Can't we go somewhere quiet?"

"I can't very well leave my guests," she demurred.

"They'll worry about that. Look at that Bob."

She followed his glance. At first it looked as if Bob's hand was deep down the neck of the girl's blouse.

Dave came over to them. "Shall I stop those two?" he asked.

It was the hour of decision for Barbi. She swallowed hard.

"Are they doing any harm?" she asked.

"You mean to say you don't mind?" Dave looked at her incredulously.

"I don't like interrupting young people."

Mary's voice came from the other side of the room, loud and clear.

"Keep your hands to yourself!"

Jim, one arm around her and a hand cupping one of her heavy tits, giggled, "Can't we go somewhere we won't be stepped on?"

Barbi heard Dave saying, "Well, if you don't mind-" And he walked back to a chair and flung himself in it, glaring the while at the ambitious Bob who was now investigating the charms of Karen's thighs to the accompaniment of her urgent shrieks.

Mary ran across the room to her mistress.

"This little bastard is already half raping me!" she gasped. "He says yesterday was a mistake. What can you do with him?"

"Let him prove it," Barbi smiled.

Jim, who had joined them and was again busy with Mary's tits, grinned. "And that's the best advice you'll get tonight," he said.

Mary looked" around her. "Look at these little wretches," she said. "The place looks like a French brothel on a Saturday night!"

She looked at Jim. "If you don't do better than last night-" she warned.

"I will!" Jim said. "Oh, come on, let's go somewhere."

"Taking a look around at the moment, I can't see anything wrong with right here," she said. "If you're no good, I've got a second choice."

Jim, taking her at her word, forced her back into an unoccupied armchair.

Barbi put her arm around Gerry's shoulders. "Gerry," she said. "I don't really mind what goes on but shouldn't we send that little European girl upstairs? Just look at the width, Dave."

Karen was on her knees beside Dave. She wore a gay print dress and this revealed that she was quite well-developed, particularly around the chest.

Dave was pushing her away from him but she was resisting by holding onto his hips. Her thighs were bare to her crotch and her ass cheeks were full and voluptuous as they strained the white, tight silk panties that girded them.

"Don't play hard to get, honey," he was saying. "This is our chance."

"Go away and play with someone else. Someone more your age and class."

"Will you go away?" Dave asked, pushing her violently from his side.

She sprawled over on the floor with a petulant pout and a glorious display of well-filled white silk panties. Then she was immediately grabbed by a tousle-headed boy with a red, healthy-looking face who dragged her, still protesting, to a chair near the window.

Barbi watched them for a moment before her attention was drawn to other happenings.

The boy kissed the utile biuopean girl violently on the mouth and began pawing her hard little tits where they bulged her print dress. His other hand was deep between her bare thighs and from her delighted shrieks she was well on the way to forgetting Dave.

"What a wildcat!" David said, getting off the chair and coming over to Barbi. "She'll finish up pregnant one of these days."

"I can believe that," Barbi agreed, dryly. "Dave, who's that pretty red-haired girl over there?"

Dave followed her look. "Oh, that's Amy. The fellow she's with is Bob Brent. They're going steady."

"But look at them now," Barbi gasped.

"They're going at it pretty heavily," Dave agreed.

By going at it heavy, Dave must have meant that it was rather early in the evening for the boy to have his girlfriend's tits out of her dress and to be smothering in kisses. The girl had large tits and Barbi wriggled with excitement as she saw the boy's tongue laving the scarlet nipples with fiery caresses.

"They live together when they can in the city. like when they're on vacation from school," Gerry said, in an awed voice.

"Then why do they want to behave like that in public if they can do what they want in private?" Barbi asked, genuinely puzzled. J "They just want to help the party really," I Dave shrugged.

"It isn't a party," Barbi stated. "You're here because you've been flooded out at camp."

"They may be," Dave grinned. "I'm here because you're here."

He put his arm around Barbi and while Gerry glowered at him, gently cupped her left tit.

She pushed his hand away. "Behave yourself," she said.

The hit in her voice sickened Gerry and he turned away. He tried desperately to look nonchalant and his eye lit on Janice who was eating some grapes at the sideboard. He walked up to her.

"Hello, Janice, are you lonely?"

"Hmmmm," she replied. "Feel like livening it up?"

A wild shriek made them look around. The boy who had dragged Karen off had her dress up and was struggling her tight white panties down her pretty plump thighs. The soft, sparse hair around her cunt gave her a momentarily helpless, pathetic look.

"Give them a kiss then," Gerry said.

"Take one if you want one!" Janice replied, offering him grape-moist, pretty lips.

He kissed her and his hand slipped up her hard young body to the rise of her tits. He nipples felt hard and erect through the thin dress.

In the meantime, Dave was pressing his suit with Barbi.

"I think you're the most beautiful girl I've" ever seen," he said.

"And that's the first time you've ever said that?" Barbi mocked, fending him on with both hands. She was very conscious by the strained look in his eyes that he must have a raging horn in his pants.

"I may have said it before, but this is the first time I've really meant it."

He made a sudden movement and avoided her outstretched hands and pulled her to him. Her suspicions about this sex condition was immediately confirmed.

His cock stood between them like a bar of iron. Despite her intentions of keeping him on the hook for a time, even permanently, she couldn't resist swaying her body against his and feeling the root of his rod across his taut belly.

"My, what have you got there?" she asked, looking at him tauntingly.

"You've only got to say the word and you can find out!"