Arden and Gloria - A Summer Camp Romance
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Tuesday afternoon, just four short days before they would get up and
get on the bus, and leave camp for another year, Gloria walked toward
the boat house. She knew she was crazy to do this ... to
meet him here. She'd come to camp a complete virgin, at
least physically. She'd come to camp thinking her best camp
friend, Amy, was a slut, even if she was a nice slut, and Gloria's best
friend. Each time she had met Arden at the boat house, she
had become more and more like Amy. With each step she let him
take, she knew she was getting closer and closer to something she
wasn't ready for, shouldn't do, and that would more than likely end up
very badly for her.
She looked down, to see her tennis shoes moving forward, one step at a
time. Her nipples were already tingling, and she could almost
feel his hot breath ... down there.
He was waiting for her, and she felt almost weak with relief that he
was there. Part of her had hoped he'd had to do something else
today. But the part of her that made her keep walking
couldn't wait to see him.
"Hi," he said, with that beautiful, slightly crooked smile. She
looked around, and when she didn't seen anybody nearby, she pushed him
into the boathouse.
He was reliable. She had to give him that. First came
the firm, slippery fingers, as he coated her body with
Nivea. When his hands dipped into her top, to slide over
her breasts, she didn't say a word. He didn't rub Nivea into her
pussy, but when his hands came up to the top of her legs, they pushed
firmly into the crotch of her bottoms. He
teased her by moving them just inside her bottoms, but then stopped to
put on her life jacket.
He was in the stern today, and this time it was him who steered them
straight to their tree. She jumped into the water
immediately, but waited for him to make her naked. When he had,
she watched as he bent, and his hand came up with his shorts, to drop
them in the canoe.
He kissed her, pressing against her, and letting his hard manhood slide
between her legs, right next to her pussy lips. She didn't
care. Without a word, he put her left hand up on the
gunwale of the canoe, and made her grab it. He did the same
thing with her right hand, and came to bend and pull at her
thighs. She thought the canoe would tip over, but it
stabilized at a tilt, as he put his hands on her buttocks and lifted
her hips level with the surface of the water. He put her
left leg on his right shoulder, and she knew to do the same with her
As her legs held her loins at the surface of the water, his hands were
able to reach over her legs, to part her luxurious growth, and he
stared at her pussy, pulling the lips apart. Gloria
realized her lower lip was caught between her teeth as he leaned
closer. He looked up, into her eyes, and stuck his tongue
out, making it wiggle.
Again, she wanted to scream at him, but she bit her lip harder, so the
pain would keep her consciousness here. She wanted to feel this,
this time, instead of being overwhelmed.
Before, he had been wild, forceful, his face pushing between her legs
hard. This time he was completely different, licking her
pussy lips first, and wagging his tongue with it inside her. Her
legs tightened behind him, her ankles crossed. Finally, his
tongue came up to caress her bud.
"Uhhhhhhh" she moaned. She wanted to shout her joy, but she
remembered how Amy's voice had carried, across the water.
The last thing she wanted now was a counselor, or anybody else, for
that matter, to investigate her moans. She wished she'd
brought something to stuff in her mouth.
She sensed her orgasm building. It didn't flash over her, like
the other ones, and she had time to enjoy the buildup as he licked
faster and faster, only touching her clit with his tongue.
Her groans came more frequently, as he brought her closer and
closer. She felt helpless, because she wanted it to happen, but
she couldn't make it happen. Only he could give her relief, and
the words, "Oh please," burst from her lips.
He looked up, and she could see, around his blue eyes, that he was
smiling. Then he closed his lips around her clit and
sucked, nibbling it, and the stars were back as she gasped.
It was so strong, that one hand came loose from the canoe, and he had
to move his hands to her back, to keep her face from going under as her
other hand lost its grip when the canoe tipped. She felt
like she was floating through the universe, rather than floating on the
surface of the lake, and she wished it would never stop.
She suddenly realized he had stopped, and was holding her in his arms
like a baby. She opened her eyes, and his blue ones were
staring at her face.
"I love it when you do that," he said.
She wanted to laugh. She hadn't done anything! She
had just lay there, while HE did amazing, wonderful things to
her. The energy her laughter gave her mobilized her and she
sat, telling him without words to let her go. Then she
pushed him back in the water. He floated easily, with her
left hand in the middle of his back. His prick stuck up out
of the water, leaning, like it was broken at the bottom. It
pointed toward his face. Her right hand was free, and she
used it, watching closely as the skin slid under her hand.
She couldn't understand how the skin around something so hard could be
so flexible. A collar of skin covered the tip when her hand
was up, and bared it, like Brad's had been bare when her hand moved
Arden put his arms out, like he was lying in a huge bed, and closed his
eyes as she stroked faster. She saw something white bubble
out of the tip, and moved her hand even faster, knowing that he needed
speed to spurt. She had learned that yesterday, when, kneeling in
front of him, he'd asked her to speed up.
"Uh!" came his grunt, and his stomach muscles
rippled. A long, thick stream of white burst out of
the tip. She was moving her hand so fast now that his prick
wobbled back and forth, and the long stream landed on her shoulder,
instead of going straight up. Another followed, going into
the water beside him, and then another, just like yesterday, when she'd
thought it would never end. She felt the heat of it on her
shoulder, and was amazed that something so hot could come from inside
The spurts died down, and became oozing globs. She squeezed and
pulled, and was delighted to see a larger glob bubble out.
SHE had done this! SHE had made this beautiful thing in her
hand speak to her in the only language it knew. She felt
inordinately proud that she could do for him, what he had done for her.
When he stood, he looked at her, again with that slightly crooked smile
on his face. His hand went to her shoulder and she felt his
fingertip there, smearing his seed. He pulled it back, and
a big glob was on his fingertip.
She saw that fingertip coming toward her lips. She knew about
tasting. Amy had told her. She'd been horrified, at
the time, thinking that was so disgusting that it would surely make her
throw up, even though Amy swore it wasn't bad. She couldn't
believe it when her mouth opened.
Such power he had over her, she realized.
She suddenly thought about Judy, in the dark, taking a finger from her
panties and putting it in her mouth. She felt his
fingertip on her tongue, wiping, spreading, and closed her lips on his
finger, like Judy had done to her own finger. When he pulled it
out of her mouth it was clean. Her mind was screaming at
her again, telling her to spit instantly, but she tasted instead, to
find musk, salt, the barest hint of sweet. She swallowed.
She did not throw up.
That night, Gloria planned carefully. Playing at war, and
sneaking around, had given her an idea. As the girls
trickled into the cabin, Gloria lay down fully dressed. She
waited until Judy came in and started her nightly routine of trying to
get the girls to go straight to bed. Then she got up and
went to her counselor.
"Judy? I have an upset stomach. Can I go see if the nurse has anything that will settle it?"
Judy, as Gloria knew she probably would, simply said "Sure."
Gloria went outside, taking her bath towel, which was dark brown.
She put it over her shoulders, like a shawl, as if she was afraid it
would be cool out. She didn't go to the director's cabin,
where the director had one room, and the nurse had another.
Instead, she looked around for a place she could hide. She found
a spot and lay down behind a tree. Then, she waited.
She was only there for five minutes, when she saw the door of the cabin
open, and Judy came out, dressed in her sleep shirt. She had her
flashlight with her, this time, but she didn't turn it on.
She didn't walk around the cabin either. She strode off directly
toward the boys' cabins, on the other side of the open area that
separated the boys' cabins from the girls'.
Carefully, wrapping the dark towel around her, Gloria followed her
counselor. She saw her go to the third cabin in line, and
around to the back of the building. For Gloria to follow, she'd
have to go out in the open, and between the same two cabins Judy had
gone between. If Judy came back, she'd get caught for
sure. Instead, she took a chance and went to the second
cabin, slipping between it and the first. She ducked down,
with the towel over her head, and snuck along the edge of the
building. She could hear the murmur of boys' voices through the
cabin wall, and wondered if Arden was in that cabin.
When she got to the back corner of the cabin, she peeked around, making
sure the towel covered her head. She saw the white of Judy's
sleep shirt first, and then Judy's form, leaning up against the
building. A yard light on the side of the dining hall
provided just enough back light so make Judy into a silhouette.
Someone else came around the corner of the building, and Gloria knew
from his shape that it was Brad. She heard some whispered words,
but couldn't understand what was said. Then, Brad lifted
Judy's sleep shirt, and his face went to Judy's chest. Judy's
hands went to Brad's head. Then they kissed for a while,
and it seemed that their hands moved, but Gloria couldn't see what they
She was able, however, to see the dark silhouette of Brad's stiff
penis, when he pulled away. Judy went to her knees, and her
face merged with that stiff thing. Gloria almost gasped, when she
realized that Judy had his penis in her mouth. That Amy did this,
she was used to. But to see Judy do it too ... it just blew her
She didn't do it all that long, but Brad stroked her hair while she
did. When she stood up, Brad moved toward her, holding that stiff
dark thing. He jutted his hips forward, and bent his knees,
moving closer to Judy the whole time. He seemed to fumble,
as he obviously made it touch Judy, about where her pussy would
be. Suddenly he stood up, and Gloria saw Judy's whole body rise
just a little. She also heard Judy's moan, before it was cut off
by Brad's mouth covering hers.
Gloria realized, with a start, that they were doing it standing
up! She'd never heard of that. But that was what they
were doing. He'd pushed up inside her, and had her pinned to the
wall. Now she could see him bending his knees, and then
straightening them, over and over again. She envisioned his thick
white column plugging Judy's pussy. Like a bombshell,
Gloria realized that Judy had probably never actually done a
walkabout. All this time she'd been sneaking out to get fucked by
her lover. Every night, she went out and met him, and let him
spurt her full of sperm! And it had been going on for years!
Gloria pulled back. She didn't know how long they'd be, but now
was her chance to get away without being seen. She ran,
still holding the dark towel over her head and shoulders.
She went straight back to her cabin, and was in bed when Judy came back
in. Judy covered her flashlight with her hand, like she had
before, and came to Gloria's bed.
"You get something for your stomach?" she whispered.
She was so close that Gloria could smell the same thing she'd smelled
... and tasted ... that afternoon. The odor was strong.
Gloria remembered seeing sperm welling out of Judy's pussy, as she lay
on the blanket. If he'd squirted in her, it might be
running out of her right now!
"I'm OK," Gloria managed. "It's better, I mean."
"OK, sweetie," said her second most favorite woman in the world. "Night night."
It had been a rough night for Gloria. Her world had been changed,
in very significant ways. Nothing seemed normal any more,
as she lay in her bed ... the same bed she had lain in on several
occasions in past years. The cabins were the same. The
dining hall was the same. The same trees were there, and the
trails through them. The food was the same, and she had made
friendship bracelets before.
In spite of all these things, though, she felt like it was a whole new
place. It would be difficult to say that the majority of that
hinged on what she'd seen Judy and Brad doing. They looked
and acted the same too, but now, she saw them as sexual
beings. She saw herself as a sexual being too, which was
the other possibility for the majority of her difficulties.
Those two changes made everything else seem new and strange too.
What drove Gloria to the boathouse on Wednesday, was something she'd
never felt before. She knew that some of the kids, who had
boyfriends or girlfriends, got more and more frantic as camp began to
draw to a close. Perhaps because she'd never had a
"boyfriend", she couldn't think of Arden as her
"boyfriend". But she knew that she only had three days left
to be with him, and she couldn't stand the thought of wasting one of
those afternoons doing something else. Afternoons were for Arden.
Again, he was waiting for her. He had the same smile, the same
gorgeous blue eyes, and she expected everything to be the same.
She handed him her bottle of Nivea automatically, but this time, he
didn't take it.
"Later," he said. He didn't tease her, or stroke her
either. All he did was put her life jacket on her, and hand her a
paddle. She felt like the world had gotten cloudy, or
something. This was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like
He also got in the stern, even though it was, by the unofficial pattern
they'd set up, her turn. She wanted to ask him what was
going on, but when he steered them toward their tree, she relaxed a bit.
When they got to the tree, he jumped out, and she followed. She
turned her back to him, but he said "Not yet." She turned,
her mouth open, to see him climbing up the bank. He went around
the trunk of the tree, which hid him from her sight. She
clambered up, slipping on the mud, and when she got around the trunk,
she saw him bending over, a bundle in his hands. She
watched, amazed, as he unfolded the blanket, that, the last time she'd
seen it, had had branches sewed to it. A can of Diet
Coke rolled into the grass as he lifted the blanket and spread it out.
"I took a hike, this morning, during free time," he said,
smiling. He was waiting for her. She looked at
the blanket, and remembered being naked on it. He would
make her naked again. She knew that. She remembered Judy,
lying on a blanket, with her legs spread open, for Brad to crawl
"I'm scared," she blurted, hating the words as they burst from her mouth, because she was afraid he'd roll the blanket back up.
"I won't hurt you," he said softly. He'd said that before, and he hadn't hurt her ... before.
She couldn't believe that her right foot stepped toward
him. Again, she entered that strange world where, while her
mind screamed at her, she let him strip her bare naked, and lie her on
the blanket. She looked up as, this time, he got naked
too. He was stiff ... stiff for her.
He bent over, and when he stood, her Nivea bottle was in his
hands. She almost laughed hysterically. They were lying in
the shade of the tree. She lay tensely, as he kneeled
beside her, and jerked as he began to rub on sunscreen. He
started with her shoulders and arms, and she slowly
relaxed. She didn't know how it happened, but she suddenly
realized his hands were sliding all over her body, touching her
everywhere, from her toes to her neck, and everywhere in
between. She felt one Nivea-slickened finger dip into her
pussy, and her legs spread all by themselves. He rolled her
nipples between slippery fingers, and she felt like she was
floating. She was completely relaxed, now.
He kissed her for five minutes, looming over her on his hands and
knees, beside her head. When he went between her legs, she
closed her eyes, and jerked as she felt his tongue. He licked,
and sucked and nibbled her to two sweetly agonizing orgasms and, on
land, she felt like she could vent her moans, and did so.
When he stopped licking her, and crawled up, terror in her mind wailed,
and her hands fluttered, preparing to push him away as he tried to rip
her virginity from her. She got her hands on his chest,
just as he leaned down to kiss her again, his mouth wet. She was
so concentrated on keeping him from putting his penis in her that she
didn't realize the tangy taste on his lips was from her own body, until
his tongue was in her mouth. When she did realize she was
tasting herself on his lips, her mind, in a strange twist of logic,
simply reported that she tasted different than what he had put on her
tongue, when she tasted him.
Suddenly her hands rose, as he rolled, to lie beside her on his
back. She was shocked by him suddenly being ...
gone! He was right there beside her, but he wasn't touching
her any more, and her body ached for his touch.
"It's beautiful here," he said, putting his hands under his head.
She turned her head to see him staring up into the branches of their
tree. Her mind rebelled. Was he done?! He
couldn't be done! She had to fight him off! She
had to lose the fight! She was still a virgin! He couldn't
be done! Her eyes went from his face to his
groin. There it was, strong and firm, leaning drunkenly,
pointing up, and at her.
He turned his head ... saw where she was looking. Her eyes came back up, looking confused, somehow.
He rolled toward her and kissed her again, licking her lips, and then
kissing them with several short, soft-lipped kisses, during which she
rolled toward him, to throw an arm across his chest. His hands
came to her head, and held her lips to his. Then, with the
slightest bit of pressure, he moved her head to his chest, and brought
Gloria thought he wanted her to suck his nipples, like he sucked
hers. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that. It
felt so good when he sucked hers. She did that, and he sighed,
but his hands pushed her head lower.
The crystal clear realization, on Gloria's part, of what he expected
her to do, almost unhinged her. Ever since she'd heard about
doing that, she'd thought it was a horrible, icky idea. That firm
belief hadn't been affected by Amy swearing it was fun, and didn't
taste bad. In a sense, the little taste she had had, which Arden
had fed her on his fingertip, was so strange that it was in a class all
by itself, in her mind. What he now wanted wasn't in the
same class at all. Her natural instinct was to
resist, and she did, with her neck muscles.
But he was stronger than she was able to be, in this situation, and, as
he pushed her head closer to his prick, the memory of Judy, sinking to
her knees to do the very same thing to Brad, flashed into her
mind. Brad's hands hadn't made Judy do this.
She had done it all by herself. She had obviously stopped
before he spurted, because when she stopped, he fucked her, right there
against the side of boys' cabin number three.
There was a lot going on inside Gloria, much of it in conflict with
other things going on inside Gloria. One part of her
mind was shuddering, and telling her to keep her mouth closed at all
costs. That was the part that had stiffened her neck, and
made her lips seal tightly. Another part was still
dealing with her determination not to let him fuck her, which was
addressed by a third part that popped up and said "Hey, wait a
minute. If he spurts in my mouth ... he won't be spurting in my
pussy ... and I won't get pregnant!" There was the
lingering thought that he was supposed to take her virginity, and
She was distracted from all those arguing parts, when his penis bumped
into her nose. Or maybe her nose bumped into his
penis. In any case, she felt his penis on her nose, and it
slid down her nose to dig into her cheek, where the corner of her mouth
was. The loose skin at the tip of his prick pressed her
cheek and moved. Under it was hard, smooth, and very warm skin.
His arms had pushed has far as they could, with him lying down, like he
was, and she opened her eyes to see the thing she was so frightened of,
so curious about, and so anxious to please, all at the same time.
Another thought pushed to the surface, as she looked at the little
hole, out of which dangerous sperm came. He hadn't fucked
her. He hadn't forced her. He hadn't ripped her virginity
from her when he could have ... when she would have been helpless to
stop him. She knew from the strength in his hands, still clamped
on her head, that, had he wanted to, her feeble attempts to push him
away would have failed. Now ... he wanted this ...
just this. How bad could it be? Judy didn't
mind. Amy claimed to love doing it.
She sniffed, unable to keep herself from doing it, and felt foolish
when she smelled nothing. He wasn't doing anything, other
than holding her head there. He had pushed her down there, but
wasn't pressing her face against him. Her panic abated, a little,
and she parted her lips to get more breath than her nose could
supply. She realized she was panting, and that the thing right in
front of her face could feel her breath, like she had been able to feel
That thought crystallized in her mind. He had done this to
her. It had been one of the most wonderful things she'd
ever felt. Everything he'd done to her had been wonderful,
even when she was scared almost witless as he was doing it! He
had made her feel good, and all he wanted was for her to do the same to
She pushed, with her arms, and rose up. His hands
fell away from her head. She turned her head to look at his
face. His beautiful blue eyes were wide, staring back at her, his
head raised off the blanket. She swallowed. Her
breathing slowed a little, as she caught her breath after trying to
breath only through her nose.
She lifted her right hand and grasped his prick. That, she
was used to. The feel of it in her hand felt comfortable, and
warm. She liked the feel of it in her hand. It was
that, alone, that was the tipping point in the whole
situation. She liked the way it felt in her hand.
Still, as her head began to lower, and her lips stayed open, the other
things in her mind kept yammering. It wasn't until her lips
brushed the tip, and she felt like that loose skin was kissing her
back, that she was able to push those thoughts away, and think about
what was happening.
Since it felt like a kiss, she turned what she was doing into a
kiss. His foreskin slid back, though, and the blunt, smooth tip
of his penis was suddenly pressing against her teeth. Her teeth
slid across it, and Arden hissed.
Later, when she had time to think about it, Gloria would parse what
happened that day a hundred times. At that moment, though,
her full attention was on how he felt. The tip slid easily
to one side, with just a little drag, against her teeth.
When she kissed Arden, she used her tongue, and he had used his tongue
on her pussy, so the obvious thing to do was ... use her
tongue. That felt interesting too, because there were two
distinctly different textures, right next to each other. His
foreskin was soft and loose, at least until it moved too far back, and
stretched tight. Even then, it felt completely different to
the tip of her tongue than the hard, smooth skin of the
knob. As she slid her tongue around the tip, exploring,
Arden made sounds. Always before, the only sound he'd made was
just as he spurted, but this sounded different. She stopped
to concentrate on taste, but tasted nothing, really.
His hand came to rest on her head, and Gloria remembered Brad doing the
same thing to Judy. Judy's face had gone much closer to
Brad's body than she was doing now, with Arden. That meant Judy
had taken it clear into her mouth.
Gloria opened her lips wider, and let them slide, pushing the foreskin,
until it bunched and resisted being pushed. She simply let her
lips slide up and over that bunched skin, until she had a mouthful of
penis. Her natural instinct was to close her lips, and feel what
was in her mouth with her tongue. It wasn't like having
some kind of food in her mouth. She couldn't move the penis
around, like food could be moved. That led her to suck
gently, and her cheeks caved in, to press against his flesh
too. He groaned, but it still wasn't the groan that went
with spurting. She thought errantly that she didn't have
the faintest idea what to do now, or what she'd do if he DID spurt,
with it in her mouth. She knew what his sperm tasted like,
and that wouldn't be so bad. But when he spurted, he spurted a
lot, and that might be different.
She realized that she liked the feel of his maleness in her mouth, just
as much ... maybe even a little more ... than in her hand.
Later, she'd reflect on whether that made her a slut, or
not. She'd decide that there was no way in the world that
Judy, who did this too, could ever, in any way, be considered a
slut. But that would be later. Right now, she just
enjoyed the feel of his smooth, soft, yet hard, warm skin in her mouth,
and listened to the joyous sounds he was making because of what she was
It was those sounds that made her want to please him more ... made her
decide that he had to spurt, or she would have failed to give back to
him, what he had given her. She only knew one way to make him
spurt. Since only the first few inches fit in her mouth
comfortably anyway, and since her hand was still wrapped firmly around
the rest of him, she stroked.
Her hand hit her mouth on the upstroke, so she lifted her head until
only the knob, with all that delightful soft skin around it, was in her
mouth. He made the best sounds when she sucked, so she
concentrated on doing that, while her hand moved, in the way he'd
taught her. She was hoping that she was doing this new
thing right, when her ears heard the grunt she had heard before.
Even with that warning, she was unprepared for the flood of warm liquid
that filled her mouth. It was accompanied by his gasp of
"Oh, Gloria, baby ..." and she felt elation that she had done it
right. She tried to swallow, but the knob was in the way of her
tongue, which ran into it as it moved to help, and she had to pull off
of it to quickly gulp what was in her mouth. The tip
spurted again, hitting her on her upper lip, and she opened her mouth
to capture the rest. She felt the next spurt hit her tongue, and
sucked again, pulling off again to swallow a second time.
The taste hit her, much stronger than the little bit she'd tasted
before, but made up of the same things, and not unpleasant in any
way. She tasted more, but the strong spurts were gone now,
and she was able to swallow without taking her mouth completely off of
him. She was amazed to feel, both with her hand and her
mouth, that the rock hard aspect of his penis was slowly going
away. It was still long, and thicker than when it was soft, but
now it bent, as she turned her head to see what his face looked
like. She realized that she liked it even better in this half
hard condition, because she could suck harder, and get more of it in
His hand had gripped her pony tail, as he spurted, but he let loose as
her eyes stared up into his head, which he had lifted up off the
blanket again. She realized his sperm was all over her
face, and felt silly. Only that thought made her let him out of
her mouth. She sat back on her calves, and her fingers began to
scoop his essence into her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean,
and did it again, feeling his semen being spread around on her cheeks
and lips and nose.
"I made a mess," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
"You made me really happy," he panted.
She crawled up, to dangle a breast in front of his face. He
sucked, because it was obvious that's what she wanted. Then
his hands griped her again, on her sides, this time, and he moved her
up. She didn't understand what he wanted, until he positioned
her, squatting over his face. When he pulled down, she
understood. She thought this was a very strange way to do things,
but lowered her pussy onto his face.
She discovered that, by flexing the muscles in her thighs, and
supporting her weight on her hands, she could rub her pussy against his
mouth. She did that, her gut muscles flexing more and more
rapidly, as his hands fought her movement while he tried to capture her
clitty in is teeth. It took all his strength, but he
finally got it, and she shuddered, finally stopping, almost on her
hands and knees, as he took her through the orgasm by licking while she
saw those stars again.
He didn't dress her, this time. Both of them lay, weak,
after their intense play, until Gloria realized how long it must have
taken for all this to happen. With a burst of fear of
getting caught, she jumped up, and peeked around the tree.
No one was coming, but their canoe had been empty for a long
time. She shimmied into her bikini quickly, as he got up and got
dressed. She almost ran down the bank, into the
water, until, standing beside the canoe, she felt safe from
discovery. When he joined her, his hands went to her waist
and he kissed the back of her neck.
"Thank you," he sighed.
She turned, and stared up into the face of the boy who had changed her
whole life. She didn't know how to feel about him.
Rather than think about that, she just kissed him a quick peck, and
turned to launch herself into the canoe, rolling and landing on her
butt, like he'd taught her, but she'd been unable to do, without
pushing off the bottom of the lake.
"We'd better get back," she said, as he stood, looking over the gunwale at her.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I guess so."
Gloria lay in her bed, thinking. Judy was about to go
outside and, though nobody but Gloria knew it, get her pussy stuffed
with Brad's sperm. She might be pregnant this very second,
because of Brad's sperm. In a way, that was fine with
Gloria. Judy would make the best of mothers.
Any child would be lucky to have Judy for a mother.
But Gloria didn't want to think about the penis that was about to enter
Judy, or the sperm it would spurt. She wanted to think
about a different penis, and the sperm that IT spurted. She
licked her lips, but, of course, couldn't taste him any
more. She'd stopped tasting him by the time they walked out
of the boat house, and down the trail to the dining hall.
Two days left. That's all there were. For the
first time, she was beginning to understand the tears of the girls who
cried their eyes out at the end of camp. At the same time,
she also understood that, if camp was a week longer, she would, without
a doubt, go home pregnant.
Two days. She had to figure out how to resist him for two
more days. She had a miserable track record at resisting
him. Here, in her bed, it seemed like the easiest of
things. Just say "No!" Just say "I'm not that
kind of girl! I'm a good girl!"
The problem was that, when she was with him, it wasn't so easy any
more. And ... as it turned out ... she was that kind of
girl. Good girls didn't suck a boy's prick and swallow his
semen. Good girls didn't sit on a boy's face, and rub their
pussies against his mouth until they came so hard they fell over.
Good girls didn't let a boy do whatever he wanted to with them.
But the biggest problem Gloria had, was the knowledge, deep in her
heart, that, if she did say "No!" ... he'd stop. There
wasn't a cruel or mean bone in his body. He would stop, if she
told him to. She knew that with every fiber of her
being. And, as much as she argued with herself about all
this, she also knew, deep in her heart, that she didn't want him to
She wished he'd ask first. That would be so easy.
"Gloria, how about if I stroke your breasts, and tweak those pretty nipples?"
"Oh ... OK."
"Gloria, would it be all right if I stuck my finger in your pussy while I lick your clitty to a mind shattering orgasm?"
"I'm not that kind of girl, Arden."
"Oh ... yeah ... sorry."
"Hey, Nivea! What I'd really like to do is put my prick in
your pussy, and squirt a nice, healthy son in your womb.
Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Of course not! I'm a good girl, Arden!"
"Oops ... got horny and forgot. Maybe in a few years, OK?"
If he asked her, she could say "no" easily. She was sure about
that. But when he just did things, and they felt so wonderful ...
she was helpless. It wasn't her fault he overwhelmed
her. It was his eyes, and his fingers, and HIS tongue.
Judy came back. Gloria's nose, educated now, could smell
semen all the way over in her bed. Brad must have cum a
river for it to smell that strong. Gloria wondered what
Brad's cum tasted like. Did they all taste the
same? With a start she realized what she was thinking
about. She started saying the alphabet backwards, in her mind,
starting over every time she screwed it up. Eventually, she
Gloria was dreaming. She knew it was a dream because Arden's
penis was five feet long. It was in her, and he was taking three
steps back, and then running three steps forward as his five foot long
penis disappeared into her pussy. She knew it was a dream,
because somebody had shoved a beach ball under her sleep shirt, and it
made her look obscenely pregnant. Arden ran at her
again, and stopped. He looked at her and said, "Here it
comes, Nivea" He patted her bulge, and then pushed her
shirt up to kiss her naked, pregnant belly, instead of the beach ball
she had thought was there. That stretched skin rippled and
moved. "Look, Nivea!" said her dream lover. "Nedra is
kicking! Time for your bath, Nedra!" said the baby's father in
her dream. She knew it was a dream, because he was
blown backwards by his orgasm, and his penis, when it came out of her,
flew around like a loose fire hose, shooting streams of white all over
She woke up, panting and frightened. Her hand was in her
panties, and she jerked it out. Her hand was wet, and smelled
like Arden's face, after he'd licked her pussy.
She got up, and went to the bathroom. She closed the door and
turned on the light. She stared in the mirror, and lifted her
sleep shirt to look at her flat belly. Brown hairs were sticking
out of the legs of her panties. She sighed. She was
just Gloria. It was all right. She'd find a way
to stop this madness, before her dream came true.
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