Chapter 1
Sharon Brookes received her first encounter with a male genital when she was a counselor at a youth camp. She was eighteen then, had finished her first year at college, and was working her first real summer job.
Oh. She had seen pictures of pricks-line drawings in textbooks and such, but she had never viewed the real fleshy organ. There was something fascinating about the male genital. Sharon knew what physiological changes occurred under different circumstances. She was eager for her first real encounter.
She had been out on dates with boys, had experienced the pressure of their hard-ons as they pressed against her when they necked. Curiosity often tempted her to feel their cocks, but prudence advised against it. To touch their pricks would only invite the ultimate experience. Getting Fucked!
Sharon wanted to avoid. At sixteen, she was not yet ready for the stiff penises of her high school boyfriends.
She didn't mind a little muzzling. Having her tits squeezed or even a little rubbing of her young cunt, that was the extent of her sex life. Her preoccupation and interest in cocks made it difficult for her to restrain herself.
Her problem was that she felt cheated. Nature had played a dirty trick on her. From the books she read, Sharon saw that the penis was a formidable and awesome piece of anatomy. When she began menstruating, the thought of being cheated was greater.
If she had a cock, she wouldn't be troubled with this problem. Never having experienced an orgasm, Sharon felt that this too was necessary for an exciting sex life.
The books she read mentioned female orgasms but she felt that the male orgasm with its mighty discharge of semen was something that was extraordinary.
After her freshman year of college, the opportunity to work at a summer camp presented itself.
The job wasn't too bad. She was in charge of a group of girls, seven and eight years old. At nine, the younger children were in bed. There was a duty roster. Usually, three counselors would patrol the area. The rest of the girls could go out to the local town. In most cases, they would go down to the canteen and fraternize with the boy counselors.
On this particular night, Sharon walked over to visit with one of the male counselors who was on patrol in the area. The main purpose of patrolling was to be available in case anything happened. Another reason was to be available for the "marines". These were they younger boys and girls who were incontinent. The ones who had a record of bed-wetting.
About an hour after they fell asleep, a counselor would make the rounds and usher the particular child to the bathroom. In a somnambulistic state, the child would stagger into the toilet. At the gentle urgings of the counselor, the child would urinate. Usually, that was sufficient to guarantee that the child would not wet the bed.
Sharon was enjoying a cigarette with one of the counselors when he looked at his watch. He had six "marines" to take care of in two barracks. Four in one, two in the other. He asked her if she would help him out. He pointed to one cabin.
"Can you take that cabin, Sharon? There's only two marines in that one," he said. "No big deal! Use your flashlight so you won't have to turn on the lights. Shove slippers on the kids' feet, guide them to the toilet, take out their little dingers, and encourage them to take a leak."
The offer excited her. "Sure," she agreed. "How do I encourage them to pass water?"
He shook his head in mild disbelief. "The same way you do for little girls! Haven't you ever seen women holding babies and hissing softly? Just talk soothingly to them. The idea is to get them out of bed, take their leak, and get back without waking up. If you don't think you can handle it, tell me!"
"Oh, no!" Sharon quickly vetoed him. "I can handle it," she insisted. "Just tell me which kids to get!"
He told her the boys' names and which bunks they were in. She stepped into the dark wooden cabin, carefully shielding the beam of her flashlight. Stopping at the first bunk, Sharon gazed down on the blonde tousled head of a five year old boy.
Gently, she sat the child up, placing slippers on his feet. Sharon supported the young boy as he somnambulated towards the little room set off as a lavatory. She felt a strange elation surging through her. Her face was slightly flushed and her pulse began to beat faster.
She didn't want to turn on the light in the room. Standing behind the boy to support him, she reached for his tiny peter through the pajama fly. Her other hand held the flashlight. The beam hovered over the coveted quarry.
The puerile prick was in a semi-state of erection. It was about an inch and a half long. Balls and prick fitted completely into the palm of her hand. If she closed her fist, the entire genital would be hidden.
His little cock was warm, soft, and velvety to her touch. Sharon felt the nape of her neck prickling as a sensuous chill traveled along her spine. She finally was holding a penis in her hand.
Her fingers held the miniature shaft as she softly hissed. "S-ss-ss! S-ssss!"
The boy's body swayed backwards as he slept on. His head rested against her ample tits as she leaned over to watch. Her fingers felt the pintle expel a stream of piss as it struck the bowl. Sharon felt the biological expression in the kid's marble-like balls.
The urge to explore the boy's erogenous areas came over her. Sharon fought the temptation. There was still another boy. She guided the first boy back to his bunk and tucked him in. Her flashlight, the beam shielded, found the other marine. The ritual was repeated.
An idea came to her. She unfastened the boy's pajamas, letting them fall around his ankles. His small rounded ass was exposed to her touch this time. Sharon ran her palm in a gentle caress over the soft round buttocks. A lascivious perversity engulfed her. If only there was more time! Her hand passed between his thighs and captured the tiny cock. The soft hissing emitted from her lips produced the same effects. The piss piddled into the bowl.
Sharon hiked up the child's pajamas and returned him to his bunk. She knew about the fact that children, boys, experienced erections. It certainly wasn't from any erotic thoughts. Her curiosity was aroused as well as her salacious nature. Did the other boys in the bunk, asleep, have hard-ons?
Cautiously, she made her way to another bunk. Carefully, she drew back the sheet and flashed her light down towards the child's crotch. There it was! Prominent! Sticking up in the air! All two inches of it, if that much! But there was no mistaking the erection. It wasn't just a piss hard-on as the other boys had.
Her fingers reached out to feel the firmness of the hard-on. It had to be done gently lest the child wake up. The tactile exploration sent shivers through her, giving her little goose-bumps. Lambently, the fingers stroked the warm hard flesh. Sharon made believe she was jerking him off. She knew that the boy would never shoot a load. Also, if she continued she might awaken him.
A crazy impulse seized her. She bent her head forward and opened her mouth wide. Hard-on and balls disappeared into her oral cavern. It was positively wild! The contact of the boy's genitals against her tongue filled her with erotic excitement.
Her tongue was able to brush against the two tiny agates held in the little fleshy sac. There was still enough of her tongue exposed to touch part of the hard-on.
The door of the other cabin slammed shut gently. The other counselor had finished with his work. He had four kids to take care of while she only had two! Sharon released her oral hold on the boy's sex organs. Quickly, she covered him with his sheet.
She flashed her beam towards the door. It was an attempt to notify anyone outside that she was on the way out. Sharon was stalling for time. Her first sexual encounter had aroused her quite a bit. She didn't want to walk out with a flushed face or some other tell-tale sign of excitement.
"Hi!" the male counselor greeted her. "Any trouble? You only had two to take care of."
Sharon tried to appear nonchalant. "No sweat! One of the kids lost his bottoms. Both of us almost tripped. Otherwise, nothing exciting happened."
She couldn't see his face too well in the dark but she could almost picture the lewd grin on his face as he said, "It ain't like the big boys'! "
Sharon suspected what he had in mind. Flippantly, she answered, "If you've seen one, you've seen them all! The only difference is size. And if you're entertaining any ideas, forget it! Keep it in your pants! It's safer and you won't get into any trouble. See you around!"
She flashed her beam along the path, returning to her own bunk-house. The sight and physical contact of a penis had aroused her quite a bit. Sharon was erotically stimulated now. Unable to complete her desires, she felt unfulfilled. Inside her cabin, she undressed quickly. Getting into bed, she thought about what she experienced that night.
Unconsciously, her hands glided down towards her hairy twat. Her fingers glided over the dampened folds of her cunt. The episode with the childish cocks had upset her. Somehow, she had to seek some relief from the sexual torment that was bothering her.
That fellow, what was his name? Ricky, something or other! Maybe she ought to go back to him. He was ready to fuck her! Sharon got up and put on a pair of dungarees and a blouse. She shoved a package of cigarettes into her pocket and picked up a flashlight. Maybe he was still patrolling the area! When it came to ass, these guys were like stallions. She had to have another encounter with those lovely cocks.
Furtively, she left the cabin and headed back. She stumbled over a body. A frightened gasp escaped her lips. She flashed her light towards the body. The frightened face of a boy, about fourteen, studied her with wide open eyes.
"What are you doing over in the girl's section? " Sharon demanded. "You're not supposed to be over here. What's your name?"
"Please, please," the boy begged, "I got lost. Just forget you ever saw me. I don't want to get into any trouble."
Sharon kept her beam on his face. She extracted a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. Studying the boy, she suspected that he was a peeping-tom, eager to satisfy a normal interest in looking at girls' naked bodies.
"You're a peeping-tom!" she accused him. "You've been hiding here and watching the girls undress. That's not very nice! You can get into a lot of trouble doing that. What's your name?"
"Honest! I wasn't doing nothing like that!" he protested. "Please don't turn me in. Let me go! I'll do anything!"
He had spoken the magic words. "I'll do anything!" Sharon immediately thought of taking advantage of the situation. His youth was his handicap to cope with the situation.
She knew he could give her a phony name. Or run off! However, her discovery of his presence and the circumstances gave her the benefit of the situation. Besides, she was a counselor. Her testimony could make it pretty rough for him.
His offer to do anything to have the incident forgotten gave Sharon a wanton thought. Men compromised women into fucking them. This time, she would compromise and seduce a male.
"I'll let you go if you will honestly answer my questions," she offered him. "But you have to be honest. I'll know whether you're lying or not. Okay?"
The boy nodded, eager to get off the hook.
"First, I want to know whether you were here to watch the girls undress. If you were, did you see anything?"
The boy swallowed and met her stern look with a guilty downcast look. "Yes!" he answered hoarsely.
"Did you find it exciting to see their naked bodies?" she continued her interrogation.
Still averting her eyes, he answered, "yes!" Immediately, her mind conjured up the image of this boy's erect prick. It would be larger than the ones she had handled earlier that evening. He was also more virile, capable of having an orgasm. That's what she wanted to see and experience!
Sharon began to feel that erotic flushed feeling spreading over her body. She would have to be delicate and discreet in making an overture to this frightened boy.
"If I helped you to see other naked girls, would you say anything to anybody? Would you be able to keep a secret?" she asked.
Her question surprised him. He looked up at her, searching her face for some answer to what she had in mind.
"Well, answer me!" she demanded with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'm giving you the opportunity to satisfy your interest in a woman's sex parts. Isn't that why you were hanging around here? Doesn't that thought excite you?"
Sharon realized that what she was doing could get her into trouble. Contributing to the delinquency of a minor, corrupting him! It was a desperate chance but she was willing to take it. She was trembling in anticipation if the boy agreed. If there was any way to force him to say yes, she was going to use it. Short of actually raping him! Although, ultimately, that's what would happen.
"Yes!" he agreed weakly. "What ... what do I have to do?" he asked with child-like trepidation.
A wave of jubilant exultation swept over her. She had won the first point. "Wait here!" she demanded. Hurrying back to her cabin, she grabbed a blanket. When she got outside, he was still waiting.
During her absence, he could have taken off. Evidently, her offer intrigued him as much as it excited her.
"Come with me!" Sharon ordered. He followed her further into the woods behind the cabins. Guided by the light of the flashlight, she led the way about a hundred yards away from the cabins. Finally, she found an isolated area behind some bushes. A place where she felt there was little likelihood of being discovered.
Spreading the blanket on the ground, she stripped off the dungarees and her blouse.
There was a half moon and it cast a little light over her body. The boy gasped at the sight of her naked body. The firm round, bowl-shaped contours of her ample tits tipped with luscious nipples. And the dark triangular patch of hair that hid between the thighs.
"Did you ever play around with a girl?" Sharon asked. "You know, feel her up or touch her private parts?"
The boy swallowed hard. "No!" he answered hoarsely, goggled eyed. "Is ... is that what you want ... want me to do to you?"
"Yes!" she answered. "But there is something else we have to do. You have to let me undress you!"
The boy drew back! For a moment, panic registered in his eyes. Sharon smiled wickedly. These kids liked to play around with their contemporaries. A little squeeze of tits and maybe a little stinky pinky. Now, she was giving the bov an opportunity to enjoy the real thing.
Sharon had several advantages over the boy. Both were basically virgins, although the boy was unaware of it. She was more mature. In addition, what she lacked in experience regarding sex, she made up for it by her knowledge.
She also knew by now, this kid had masturbated. Most boys of fifteen or so had discovered the erotic pleasures of jerking off. She was looking forward to this sexual encounter with relish.
"Come here!" she demanded.
He stepped forward hesitantly. Reaching out, Sharon pulled him closer to her. Pressing his body against her naked frame, she lowered her head and kissed him on the mouth. His reaction was spontaneous. His hand reached around her back and clasped the ample firm buttocks of her ass.
In the meantime, her body detected the bulge in the crotch of his pants. Sharon's hands were busily unfastening his dungarees. Her attempt to disrobe him, stopped his love making. He started to protest her actions.
"Listen!" she snapped with a touch of irritation in her voice. "You have to do everything I tell you or else! If you don't, I'll make it worse. I'll say that you tried to rape me. You wouldn't want that to happen would you? "
Sharon's voice softened. "Look, I won't hurt you. All we're going to do is have a little fun. Just relax and co-operate and we'll get along fine. And have a good time doing it. Okay?"
The captive camper agreed to her offer. She went back to undressing him. He allowed her to finish removing his pants. After that, she removed his jockey shorts and then his t-shirt.
He was now as naked as she was. "Lie down on the blanket," she ordered. He obeyed her and she positioned herself alongside of him.
"Now, you can touch or feel any part of me," she told him. "And I'll do the same to you."
The first thing he did was reach for her succulent mammaries. Sharon felt a tremor shaking her body. It wasn't due to the slight chill in the night air. She knew it was due to the sexual contact that was taking place.
Her hand reached down and grasped the hairy pubic bush. She was surprised that he had so much there. She thought it would be more sparse. Moving a short distance down, her fingers captured the root of his enlarged cock. What a difference from the kiddy cocks she had touched earlier! This peter was a little larger, harder, and thicker. It was still developing. By the time, the boy attained manhood, he would probably have an adequate cock.
For her own pleasures, the cock she held in her hand would satisfy her needs. Her fingers drifted down to the scrotum and felt the balls. Shifting back, Sharon ran her fingers along the shaft of the rampant rod to feel its size.
The boy was involved with his own exploration of the goodies Sharon had to offer. His mouth fastened over her tit and sucked the succulent tip. Meanwhile, his hand had drifted down to her cunt. With the inexperienced fumbling of youth, the boy explored the erotic pleasures of her pussy.
"Mmmmm!" Sharon murmured in pleasurable approval. The boy discovered the act of sticking fingers into her cunt and began to frig her.
She reached down and guided his hand towards her clitoris. "Rub on this!" she told him. In a desire to please her as well as discover new vistas of erogenous excitement, the boy started to manipulate her clitoris.
Sharon's hand was curled about his hard-on. Her fist pumped slowly upward and then moved downward. She felt the cool hard flesh against the palm of her hand. The touch of her hand against the virgin cock and his digital manipulation of her clitoris sent an exhilarating response coursing through her body. She moved her other hand under his balls. Soon he would shoot a load.
His balls would draw up into the sac. Like a howitzer's barrel withdrawing before it shot forward to propel its shell. Sharon's hand started to pump faster on the boy's cock. A little groan escaped his lips.
"Ohhhhh!" he exclaimed. He drew his legs up slightly. His balls seemed to contract within the sac. Sharon felt violent spasms pulsating through his meaty shaft. She wanted to feel his come. To experience what that viscous fluid was like. Releasing her hold on his balls, she capped the head of his cock.
A forceful burst of come shot into the palm of her hand. She felt the contractions in his cock shooting out burst after burst of his hot come. Her hand was cupped tightly over the crown of his dick as his orgasm diminished. The thick milky fluid had filled her hand. It was sticky.
He groaned in ecstatic approval. "Ohhhhh!"
Sharon brought her hand away to examine the sticky substance that filled her hand. Sticking a finger into the thick glob, she removed it and brought the finger to her mouth. She tasted it and found that it wasn't offensive to the taste. It was slightly salty, yet, had a sweet taste.
She recalled the incident when she felt the buttocks of the "marine" and the little boy's cock she had sucked. Here was the opportunity to repeat that experience. That's what she would do! Suck off this compromised partner! Taking her blouse, she grabbed his cock and wiped off the excess come from his cock.
"That was very nice, wasn't it?" she asked him. "Did you enjoy it? Would you like to do some more?"
She had found a willing and eager accomplice. "Yes!" he answered. "Are we going to do more?"
"Oh! Yes!" she replied. "I have a few more things for us to do. The night is still young."
Her knowledge of male physiological reactions to sex made her doubt that her juvenile partner would be ready for another session immediately. Like all males, he would have to have a little time to recharge his batteries. She snuggled her body close to his. Despite the slight coolness of the night, the closeness of his body gave her warmth. Sharon was also heated by the erotic fires that were burning within her.
Cradling him to her body, Sharon embraced him around the shoulders. They kissed, hard and passionately! Their lips were closed, neither one sought to excite the other with lingual play. For the moment, she was satisfied with this tame display of affection and sensuality.
As far as their relationship was concerned, Sharon was content to keeping it one-sided. She didn't want to be fucked by this youth. Her erotic pleasure was derived from the touch of his body and genitals. His own exploration of her tits and cunt were compensation enough to satisfy her lustful desires.
Their hands groped over each other's bodies, touching, exploring, and discovering new thrills. They kissed ardently and the combined efforts of oral and tactile contact renewed the boy's penile strength. He had a hard-on again and this time, Sharon was going to savor the treat denied her earlier that evening.
She shifted her body around so that her head was above the boy's cock. Her head dipped down and his cock was suddenly swallowed up by her rapacious mouth.
His hips jerked involuntarily at the unfamiliar contact. "What are you going to do?" he whispered, his voice etched with concern.
Withdrawing her mouth, she answered, "I'm going to suck you off. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You'll like it. And don't worry about coming in my mouth. That's going to be the best part." She tried to reassure him. Her voice quivered with anticipated pleasure and excitement.
Resuming her oral grip on the boy's cock, Sharon slid her lips along the length of his dick down to the pubic hairs. Surprisingly, she found she could absorb the full amount without any effort. One hand slipped under his buttocks between his thighs. Gently, she stroked it back and forth. Her palms softly caressed his ' balls.
She couldn't see the ecstatic expression on his face. Her only knowledge of his reactions were the slow writhing of his hips and his expressions of sexual approval.
"Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!" he murmured. "Ooo! That's crazy! Real wild!" he whispered hoarsely.
She had some idea of what her tongue was doing to him. Her hand continued his massage of his balls and ass crack. Deep inside her own body, Sharon enjoyed a sexual empathy. The same luxuriant ecstasy that coursed through the boy was ravishing her. Her act of pederosis filled her cunt with an abundance of juices. Not so much from any orgasm but from the excessive voluptuary of the act.
Even her mouth tingled from the erogenous contact. She rolled her tongue around the stiff cock. Her lingual brush swept across the velvety crown of his shaft. The tip of her tongue passed across the slight dimple in the head. She teased the cock hole, trying to penetrate it unsuccessfully.
His hips jerked convulsively. "Look out!" he gasped a warning. "I'm coming!" he exclaimed.
Sharon's lips compressed tightly about the head. The sensitive oral folds felt the violent spasms of the pulsating cock. "Mmmmmm!" she murmured as the hot come spurted into her waiting mouth. There were three heavy bursts of the sticky globs. Then the contractions grew fainter with the diminishing outpourings.
She let the viscous fluid fill her mouth. Slowly, she let his come slide down her throat, enjoying the purloined emission. Satisfied that the boy had shot his full load, Sharon compressed her lips tightly over the head. She squeezed out the last drops of his come. His cock began to shrink in her mouth and she released her oral hold on it.
"Whew!" he exclaimed. "I've never been sucked off before. That was something! Are we going to meet again some other night and do this over again."
"Maybe!" .he answered. "It all depends upon you!"
"What do you want me to do?" he asked eagerly.
His anxious reply told her that she had enlisted a recruit for satisfying her sexual appetite. She was wise enough to realize that further liaison could lead to trouble. But she didn't want to turn him down completely.
"I satisfied you and now it's your turn to do something nice for me," she told him.
"Okay!" he answered. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to suck my cunt!" she demanded.
"Huh?" he exclaimed. "You want me to put my mouth down where you pee?"
"It's not where I pee!" she answered, her voice showing irritation. "That's where men put their cocks when they fuck women. You should know that! And if you do a good job, I might let you put your cock there the next time we get together."
The promise of such an act was a tremendous inducement. "All right!" he agreed a little reluctantly. "How do I suck you off?"
"It's very simple," she told him. She flashed her beam toward the hairy slit. "Stick your tongue down there and I'll tell you what to do," she instructed him.
She saw him bow his head towards the apex between her thighs. Putting down the flashlight, she moved her hands down to the cunt lips and parted the hairy crevice. Sharon felt his tongue warily reach out to lick the slick wet folds of her box.
"Come on, it won't bite you!" she chided him. "Stick your tongue into the slit and lick hard."
Gingerly, he proceeded to follow her instructions. Sharon felt his small tongue lap at the walls of the damp cunt. A tremor shook her body. This was better than having some man or a contemporary of hers doing the same thing. The boy's age and the act seemed to increase the sensual pleasure that thrilled her.
"Move your tongue up a little higher," she instructed him. "You'll find a thick piece of small flesh. That's my clitoris. Suck hard on it."
The boy followed her directions. "Uhhh!" she gasped as his mouth found its target. She felt his mouth close over that venereal papule. He began to suck voraciously on it, almost biting it. Sharon didn't mind. The incandescent glow that filled her loins heated her with voluptuous passion. Her hands reached down and pressed his head closer to her crotch.
"Suck me, harder, harder," she exhorted him in a hoarse whisper. "Ohhhhh! That's it!"
In response to her urgings, the boy tantalized the tiny rigid pink flesh, now red from the stimulation.
Several times, Sharon had masturbated herself. She had successfully induced orgasms. The manual stimulation was a poor comparison to the erotic piquancy of this oral goading. A lascivious turbulence enveloped the nerve endings in her twat. The pressure was building up deep in the bowels of her vagina. A violent paroxysm shook her limbs. Her hips bounced in wild thrusts as the intense pulsations of an orgasm exploded within her. The climactic juices flowed copiously.
"Ohhhhmmm! Ohhhmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic approval. "I'm coming!" she whispered hoarsely. "Keep sucking, keep sucking!"
The boy continued to service her raging cunt. He released his oral grip on her clitoris. "Okay! I did what you wanted me to do. When will we get together so I can fuck you?"
Sharon remained stretched out on the blanket. Sexually, she was drained and wanted a moment to recuperate. With the return to normalcy, her reasoning returned. She knew a further liaison with this youth could be disastrous. If she rejected him completely, it would engentler his disapproval.
"I like you, kid," she lied. "You're real sexy. I'll tell you what. I'll look for you. We won't be able to do anything for a few days because I'll be getting my period. You know what that means! We can't have any sex for a few days," she lied again.
"But don't worry, we'll get together again," she promised.
There were about two weeks of camp left. She would be able to stall him for awhile just in case he came around. Sharon also knew that any further sexual excursions of this type might prove dangerous. She had been fortunate this time around. The next time she might not be so lucky!
But she had accomplished a latent desire. A sexual craving which had only whetted her appetite. There would be more incidents. The next time, she would have to be as careful and circumspect. Of one thing she was certain, there would be other occasions.
She dismissed the boy. Sharon slipped on her dungarees and blouse. Picking up her blanket, she folded it carefully and returned to her cabin. She watched the boy disappear out of sight.
It was doubtful whether the boy would remain discreet. He was certain to boast to some of his contemporaries of his sexual encounter. She didn't care too much. He didn't get too clear a look at her. She could identify him easier than he could find her. Besides, there was only two more weeks to go. After that, no more camp.
As she undressed and lay awake in bed, her mind dwelled over the evening's events. Her thoughts were engaged in new ways to find young boys for erotic play.