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Summer Camp Swingers: Susan Series Book 1

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Chapter 7

When the women returned from the bedroom, Susan was leading a very shy Stacy. Stacy was wearing tight cut-off shorts and a button-up shirt, tied loosely under her breasts.

Sensing that she needed a little encouragement, I let my appreciation show on my face.

“Wow! You look really, really good,” I said. It was true. Very true.

I could barely see the inner curve of her smallish breasts, and even though she was very slim, her hips still flared a little, and her stomach was gymnast-flat.

With a little coaching and encouragement from Susan, she was soon walking in front of me, toying with the opening of her shirt, and flashing me quick views of her braless breasts.

“The key is,” Susan said, “you’ve got to make it look like revealing yourself is an accident. If people don’t know you’re doing it on purpose, it’s even more exciting.”

Stacy nodded and tried to look more nonchalant as she exposed herself to me, tentatively at first, but then with growing confidence.

“Let’s go pick out another outfit,” Susan said, and led the younger woman back toward the bedroom again.

This time, when they emerged, Stacy was still wearing the short cut-offs, but she now had on a lacy tube top. The cream-colored material was completely sheer, and I could see almost every detail of her breasts. Her breasts were much smaller than Susan’s, shaped like champagne glasses, but her nipples were large and very puffy; little cones standing out from the flesh of each breast.

Stacy was obviously embarrassed at being exposed like this in front of me. That is, until Susan leaned up and whispered something in her ear. Stacy dropped her eyes to look at my crotch. My hard cock was clearly making an awkward lump in my shorts, and upon seeing it, Stacy’s eyes widened. A small smile crept over her expression, and I could see she was actually beginning to enjoy herself.

Susan showed her how to arch her back and stretch so that her nipples poked at the sheer fabric and threatened to tear through.

With a turn, Susan led Stacy back to the bedroom once more.

When they returned this time, Stacy was wearing a pair of cut-off overalls; and that was all. Without a shirt on, I could clearly see almost all of her breasts. Her nipples were discreetly covered by the buckles of the straps, but otherwise, she was completely exposed.

When she turned to walk in front of me, I could see that her nipples were pushing out the straps, and from this angle, she might as well have been topless.

“You’re very, very pretty,” I said.

“Oh, Paul,” Susan said to me from slightly behind Stacy, “you don’t know the half of it. She’s beautiful.”

With that, Susan began unfastening the buttons on the sides of the overalls, first one side then the other. That accomplished, she reached up to cup the younger woman’s breasts, under the straps. Stacy closed her eyes and moaned. When Susan released Stacy’s breasts, she whispered something in her ear.

As Susan stepped back and began to untie her robe, Stacy reached up with one trembling hand and began to undo the metal buttons holding up the front of the overalls.

When she released the first one, that side of the overall bib dropped to reveal her breast to me in all its glory. With shaking hands, she fumbled with the other button. After a few attempts, she got the hang of it and released the only button holding the overalls on her body.

With the release of the second strap, the bib fell completely down, revealing her chest to my appreciative gaze. With a wiggle of her hips, the cut-off overalls slid over the slight flare of her hips and piled on the floor at her ankles. Her breasts, with their puffy pink nipples, were accentuated by her narrow ribcage, flat stomach and almost boyish hips. She wasn’t skinny, with bones showing through, but more slim, with a tuft of brown pubic hair at the junction of her legs.

Susan reached around the other woman’s torso to cup her breasts, gently tweaking Stacy’s nipples.

“Do you mind if Paul joins us?” Susan asked gently.

Stacy looked down at the obvious bulge in my shorts and her eyes widened in panic for a moment. Quickly, she regained control of her emotions and asked, “He’s not big, is he? I mean, really big?”

“Would you like to see for yourself?” Susan asked over the younger woman’s shoulder, her face very close to Stacy’s.

Stacy nodded jerkily and Susan looked at me, telling me to stand up with a flick of her eyes. I stood and pulled my shirt over my head. I was worried that Stacy wouldn’t like me because I was a little bit chubby, but I suppressed that thought and hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my shorts and underwear. With one motion, I lowered both my shorts and underwear and stepped out, tossing them on top of my shirt.

As I stood, my erection flopped free and I stood in all my naked glory in front of an almost-complete stranger.

I imagined that there was no way in the world my modest dick would be too big for anyone, but still…

For a few moments, Stacy didn’t answer, and I shifted nervously from foot to foot.

Finally, she nodded jerkily, her eyes locked on my erection. She gulped and then spoke in a quiet, timid voice, “Randy had a really big dick, and most of the time, he made it hurt.”

“Paul would never do that,” Susan said, smiling at me.

“Okay,” Stacy said tentatively.

“You have such a beautiful body,” Susan said as she dropped one hand to gently caress Stacy’s pussy.

Stacy moaned, then seemed to regain control.

“I have got to touch you,” she said to Susan. “Ever since I first saw you yesterday, I’ve wanted to touch you.”

“Mmmmmm, that’d be nice,” Susan practically purred.

With that, Stacy turned and quickly dropped to her knees in front of Susan. Susan watched in shock as the younger woman descended, clearly not expecting that reaction.

Stacy gently probed at Susan’s smooth labia, and Susan spread her legs slightly to give the other woman better access.

I watched, fascinated, as Stacy gently probed and manipulated Susan’s pussy. Susan bit her lower lip as the younger woman started gently kissing and stroking her shaved pussy.

Susan was getting unsteady on her feet, and gently pushed Stacy back from her ministrations.

“Let me sit on the couch,” Susan said, looking down at the young brunette.

Stacy nodded mutely.

Susan walked over to sit on the couch to my right, spreading her legs slightly as she sat. I watched raptly as Stacy scooted over on her knees to place herself directly in front of Susan’s spread labia. I was fascinated watching the younger woman tentatively licking Susan’s pussy.

I’d heard of giving a woman head, but to be honest, until then I hadn’t really understood what was supposed to happen. As I watched Stacy gently probe and lick Susan, I began to get the idea.

I would have to try that sometime, I decided to myself—especially after I saw the look of blissful oblivion on Susan’s face.

Stacy gently parted the folds of Susan’s pussy with her fingers and then darted her tongue out to lick the exposed flesh of Susan’s inner labia. Susan shuddered at the contact. I watched as Stacy’s tongue circled the hood at the top of Susan’s pussy, paying attention to Susan’s reaction as the younger woman did so.

Susan rested her right hand on top of Stacy’s head and moaned in pleasure as the younger woman increased her pace, now gently probing two fingers into the depths of Susan’s pussy. With her left hand, Susan reached out and began to stroke my erection.

The look on Stacy’s face as she slowly licked and probed Susan’s pussy mirrored Susan’s own look of ecstasy. I was fascinated, watching the younger woman perform.

Suddenly, Stacy looked up at me, her eyes wild, and all of a sudden, I was afraid she would ask me to leave.

“It’s been so long…,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me. Will you fuck little Stacy?” she crooned at me.

I nodded hastily, glad that she wasn’t mad at me, and began to move behind her. From between Susan’s spread thighs, Stacy looked back at me.

“Just don’t come inside me,” Stacy said. “Okay?”

When I nodded again, she put her hands back on Susan’s thighs and returned to her ministrations.

I got down on my knees behind Stacy, marveling at her slim hips and shapely ass. My penis pointed like a hot poker at her upturned bottom, and I shuffled forward until my dick touched her wiry pubic hair.

Always with Susan, she was very wet and ready for me when I slid into her from behind. I fumbled a bit with Stacy, trying to find the right angle. I reached down with my right hand and grasped the base of my penis, sawing my shaft along her pussy lips.

I felt her moisture on my dick and then I felt her pussy open up, and my dick easily slipped inside her. Her pussy was much tighter than Susan’s, almost painfully tight, and as I thrust myself inside her, I heard Stacy suck in her breath.

She dropped her head and I slowed my pace, pulling back a little and then pushing forward a little. With each slow thrust forward, I would enter her a little further. Finally, I had sunk the length of my shaft into her vise-like pussy. I put my hands on her hips and simply held still.

She raised her head and resumed licking and sucking Susan’s pussy, so I took that as my sign to begin slowly, gently pumping my dick into her.

Her pussy loosened up a little as I began thrusting into her, but I still kept my movements slow and deliberate. When I looked up, Susan was completely oblivious to the world around her. She had her eyes closed and was rolling her head from side to side on the back of the couch.

With my hands on Stacy’s hips, I slowly slid my cock into her pussy, then withdrew it until only the head was inside. I looked up at Susan again, and she was kneading her breasts with her hands, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Maintaining my deliberate pace, I began to run my hands up and down Stacy’s flanks. Susan began moaning, quickly rolling her head from side to side as her pleasure increased. I couldn’t see what Stacy was doing, but I decided that I wanted to learn how to do it too.

I began to wonder where I was going to come, since Stacy had asked me not to come inside her. I intended to respect her request, but I had few options that wouldn’t make a mess.

In any event, Susan began to shudder with signs I recognized, signs of her impending orgasm. I buried my dick in Stacy’s pussy to slow things down a bit and watched as Susan’s orgasm built.

Before, I’d always been up close and personal when she began to come. Now, I was several feet away, with a lovely young woman bent over in front of me; I had a ringside seat for Susan in the throes of her orgasm.

A deep flush spread over her face and chest, turning the tanned flesh a ruddy color. The muscles of her belly began to contract and she held on to Stacy’s head with both hands. With a tearing moan, Susan arched her back and thrust her legs straight out, curling her toes.

Her moan turned into a low scream as her orgasm built, and her head started thrashing from side to side. All of a sudden, she froze and bent forward at the waist, lifting her shoulders off the couch. She slowly hissed through clenched teeth as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As suddenly as she had stopped moving, she fell limp, an explosive breath escaping her lungs. I was dumbfounded. I’d never really watched a woman have an orgasm. Oh, I’d seen it before, a time or two, but I’d never paid close attention to the signals and reactions. I filed things away in my brain for later use, and returned my attention to the girl I was currently deep inside.

Susan was limp on the couch, breathing heavily, and effectively dead to the world. Stacy pulled forward, pulling off my cock and I had a moment of panic that we were finished. I hadn’t come yet!

Stacy pulled her right leg forward and pivoted on her hips, rolling onto her back. She motioned me back a few feet and then she scooted her hips so that her pussy was directly in front of me again.

My penis was quivering with the need to release, coated with our combined juices. Stacy spread her legs and put her knees up, motioning for me to enter her. I leaned forward and she reached between us to grasp my slick member. I put my hands down to either side of her and felt her place the tip of my penis at the opening of her pussy.

With a groan, I plunged into her slowly. She wrapped her calves around my ass and crossed her ankles, holding me tight, my entire cock buried in her pussy.

She reached up and cradled my face with her hands and looked into my eyes. I could smell Susan on her fingers and the scent made me dizzy for a moment. When my head cleared, I was looking down into beautiful brown eyes.

“You’re not really seventeen, are you?” she asked softly, looking into my eyes.

“No,” I said, panic welling up in me that if she knew the truth she wouldn’t have sex with me. All things considered, it was too late for that, but that’s how my young, and unsure, mind worked.

“I didn’t think so. How old are you?”

“Sixteen,” I lied.

She simply shook her head.

I caved. “Fifteen.” Panic tore through my thoughts, panic that she would reject me because I was too young.

She must’ve seen the panic on my face, for she stroked my boyish cheeks and smiled up at me.

“Okay, Mr. Fifteen,” she said, grinning, “you fuck pretty good.”

My panic turned to relief, and I felt the warm flush of blood as I blushed at her compliment.

“Finish off nice and slow. Randy was so big, dumb, and fast that I never really got to enjoy it,” she said. “You’re… nice,” she said, wiggling her hips beneath me. “Just the right size.”


“Mmm hmm. I’m not on the pill or anything, so just come on my stomach when you’re ready. Okay?”

I nodded and began to slowly withdraw my cock as she relaxed her legs, releasing me to begin thrusting into her. I pulled out of her as slowly as I could, then thrust back into her, seating my dick in her pussy.

She licked her lips and closed her eyes.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice.”

I didn’t say anything, preferring to concentrate on not coming too soon. When I felt that I was close, I would sink my cock into her and hold myself inside her, waiting for the sensation to die down.

Finally, I could hold out no longer and I felt my come boiling up inside my belly. I thrust into her once, quickly, felt my come rising, and withdrew my cock hastily.

Once free of the confines of her tight pussy, my dick sprang up to slap my stomach and I ground my pelvis forward as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm.

Stacy reached down with her right hand and wrapped it around my manhood. She squeezed gently and began to stroke me. All of a sudden, I felt my come erupt.

As the waves of pleasure broke over me, I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the sensation as geyser after geyser of my semen gushed from my penis. I came hard, and the spurts seemed to last forever. I felt Stacy jerk beneath me and cry out in shock, but she kept stroking my pulsing organ.

When my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes. I was amazed at the sight before me. And upon seeing my face, Stacy began laughing.

Apparently, my first shot of come had sailed up and struck her in the forehead, splattering into her hair. The next shot must’ve hit her right in the middle of her chin. There were droplets of my semen all over her face, and all the way from her neck down to where my still-twitching penis was cradled in her hand.

“Wow!” she said up at me, laughing.

The look of her beautiful face with my semen on it was so incredibly erotic. It was like I had marked her as my territory.

“Would you get me a towel?” she asked, gently squeezing my penis for effect.

“Uh, sure,” I stammered and climbed out from between her legs.

When I returned from the kitchen with a dishtowel, she was sitting up on her elbows. Once again, the sight of her lithe body with my semen splattering it was very arousing, and I felt my penis twitch.

Stacy noticed too. “Down boy!” she chided gently, teasingly.

I got down on my knees between her still spread thighs and handed her the towel. She wiped her face first; then she cleaned down her neck, between her breasts, and finally wiped off her flat stomach.

She sat up and scooted her hips back, then leaned forward to clean my penis too. She was very gentle as she wiped me off.

“Mmmmmm, I didn’t realize how much I missed that,” she sighed. “Especially when I don’t have a jackhammer between my legs,” she said, referring to the unlamented Randy.

✧ ✧ ✧

I looked up at Susan and saw that she had curled up on the couch. Her eyes were open, and sparkling with silent laughter. She put her finger to her lips and silently bought my silence.

Stacy pushed me from between her legs, gently directing me until I lay on my back on the floor. She then lay down next to me, snuggling up to my right side. I awkwardly put my arm around her shoulders and lay there silently, not knowing what else to do.

Stacy was quiet for many minutes, the only sound her soft, rhythmic breathing. I was trying not to fall asleep; the warmth of the afternoon coupled with my powerful orgasm nearly did me in.

I felt Stacy quietly shudder and draw a deep breath. She slowly exhaled, and then I felt little tremors as I held her against me. I felt the hot wash of her tears on my chest and I did the only thing that I could think of—I held her tight and kept my mouth shut. Her crying was silent, and it wracked me with anguish that there was nothing I could do about it. I just held her close and let her silently cry.

A tendril of panic began to gnaw at me. What if I’d somehow done something to cause her pain?! I went back over everything that had happened in the last hour, but I could think of nothing I’d done or said that would cause her to cry.

But afraid as I was that I’d done something wrong, I was more afraid of her reaction if I’d let her go. I felt in my bones that she needed someone to simply hold her while she shed her silent tears.

After perhaps five minutes, her tremors subsided and she sniffled. With her free right hand, she reached up and wiped her eyes. She sat up partially and I was afraid that she was going to let me go. But she only reached back behind her for the towel.

She wiped her face and then smiled up at me with red-rimmed eyes, bright with her tears. Then she let out a rueful laugh as she wiped her salty tears from my chest. She blew her nose into the towel, crumpled it up, and tossed it toward the kitchen.

She lay back down against me and held me tightly. I didn’t know what to say, or what to do for that matter, so I just wrapped my arm around her and squeezed.

She lay quietly for some time, sniffling every once in a while and idly tracing her finger in patterns across my abdomen.

“Randy used to be nice,” she said, her voice husky with emotion. “But toward the end, when he was drinking all the time, things got really bad.”

She shuddered at the memory, drawing a deep, ragged breath.

“He’d come home from the bar sometimes, and he’d expect me to do him. When I wouldn’t, he’d slap me, hard. And then he’d bend me over, rip my shorts off, and do what he wanted to anyway. He got tired of my screams when he didn’t use lube, so he started using Johnson’s Baby Oil.”

She stopped abruptly and unexpectedly laughed, a short bark of cruel laughter. “I used to love the smell of the stuff, but now I gag whenever I smell it.”

She was silent for a moment, and I could feel her emotions draw her body taut against me.

“He used to fuck me in the ass,” she said matter-of-factly. “He knew it got me off, but he was always mean about it. He’d come home drunk and he’d go looking for the baby oil. I used to try to hide it, thinking that he wouldn’t fuck me if he couldn’t find the oil. But that only made him madder, and he’d slap me harder and dry fuck me. That hurt enough that I stopped hiding the oil.

“But he’d come home and go straight for the baby oil. I knew what was coming, and by then I’d finally decided to stop having my panties ripped off so I’d wait for him in just a t-shirt. The dumb bastard thought that meant I wanted what I knew he was gonna give me.”

Her voice fairly dripped with contempt.

“So he’d shove me over the kitchen table, oil up his monster of a dick, and ram it straight into me. I’d get off on it, which was the problem. He hated it that I’d get off, and he’d really ram it into me, hurting me. Randy had all his brains in his dick. It was big enough!

“That wasn’t the worst of it though. He used to hang out with these two guys, Leon and Little Steve. Leon was a bully too, and sadistic. Steve was nicer, but he had this mean streak in him too. I guess that’s why the three of them got along so well.

“The three of them decided that they could drink cheaper if they bought beer and drank it at the rat hole apartment where Randy and I lived. And I was their entertainment.”

She paused, remembering, and I felt her quivering rage.

“Randy, that prick, loved fucking me in front of them. I guess it was his way of showing that he owned me. And then he got generous,” she said with a snort of contempt. “He offered me to Leon. Randy held me down while Leon fucked me. Leon was big too, and wide, and he hurt more than Randy, ’cause he was trying to hurt me.

“When Leon was done, Little Steve got his piece too. Leon and Randy called him ‘Little’ Steve because his dick was only big, not really big. Of all three of those dumbass bastards, Steve was the only one who was ever nice to me. He’d actually apologize after he screwed me, real quiet so the others couldn’t hear. As if that made things better!

“He was nice to me until he figured out that I didn’t like the taste of come. I mean, I’d rather drink shampoo than swallow come. Little Steve wanted me to suck him off, and I told him no, promising to fuck him good if he’d only not make me suck him off.

“Then he got this real mean look on his face and smacked me hard. He told me that if I didn’t ‘open up and say ahh,’ he’d cut my throat. That got Leon and Randy to sit up and take notice. After that, I think they had more fun coming in my mouth than they did fucking me until I couldn’t walk.

“They’d sit around on their asses, drinking beer, and make me suck them off, holding my head down until I’d swallowed. And if I gagged, they’d slap me around even worse. After one of ’em would come in my mouth, they’d all laugh their asses off; dumb bastards.

“I’d always get ’em beers though. After a while, Randy wouldn’t let me wear clothes when Leon and Little Steve were over, and they’d pinch and poke me when they weren’t doing worse. But I knew that sooner or later, they’d get too drunk to get it up, or they’d pass out, and then they’d leave me alone.

“And then, one day about two years ago, May 22, he was gone. Randy, Leon, and Little Steve got the bright idea to fund their drinking, none of them had jobs, by robbing a liquor store. There was an off-duty State Trooper in the store, and things went bad. Or good, depending on how you look at it,” she laughed ruefully.

“Leon killed the store owner, the Trooper killed Leon, and Randy and Steve high-tailed it outta there. The police came by looking for Randy, but I never saw him again.

“I packed up my clothes and walked out of that shit hole apartment and never looked back. I took that asshole’s car, though, ’cause I knew he loved it more than he ever loved me. And you know what the funny part is?” she asked, looking up at me, her eyes and nose still red.

I merely shook my head.

“I never cried once, while they were doing all those awful things to me. Not once,” she said fiercely. “Not until now.”

She became silent for a few moments, then continued.

“For a long time, I thought I hated men. I certainly hated Randy, Leon, and Little Steve. I was with this woman, a lesbian, who saved my life. She really did hate men. Without her, I think I would’ve curled up and died. I liked it, for a time. She was what I needed, and I’ll always love her for it.

“But when Daddy died and I got the insurance money, I knew what I wanted to do and I started doing it. The woman I was living with had figured out that I didn’t really hate men, not like she did, and we decided to part as friends. I got this place, and I enrolled in the Junior College, and I’m gonna make something of myself,” she said fiercely. “I don’t know if there is a God or not, not after what I’ve gone through, but if there is, He’s given me an extra chance, and I’m gonna take it!”

With that, she got very quiet, and the only sounds I heard were her occasional snuffles.

Slowly, tentatively, she reached down and grasped my flaccid penis. She stroked it for a few seconds, but it remained limp. Then she sat up to get a better angle.

When she did, she looked up at Susan on the couch, and she froze. At the expression on her face, I sat up too, and looked back at Susan.

Susan lay on the couch, her head cradled on her hands. Her eyes were bright with tears; they had made tracks down her face. When she saw us look up at her, she smiled and sat up.

“You heard?” Stacy asked simply.

Susan nodded silently, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her fingers. Stacy sat back and crossed her legs, looking silently at Susan.

“I think,” Susan said, her voice hoarse, “that you’re a very brave young woman.”

Stacy smiled a sad smile. “If what I been through is what it takes to be brave, I don’t ever wanna be brave again.”

Susan’s eyes brimmed with tears again, and she smiled a sad smile of her own. “No, being brave is what it takes to make it through what you’ve been through. Not what you get out of it.”

“Yeah, well, fuck ’em all the same. Fuck Randy, and fuck dead Leon, and fuck Little Steve.”

“Fuck ’em,” Susan said simply.

Stacy turned to me. “Fuck ’em,” I said as well.

“Uh-uh, they’re gone…,” Stacy said. “Fuck me.” Her expression broke into an infectious grin, and she snuffled.

Susan snuffled in sympathy and began grinning herself. I couldn’t help but grin along with the two women, although I knew that Stacy had far more to be happy about than I did. My relatively comfortable life paled in comparison with hers, and I envied her drive and determination.

Stacy broke my train of thought by suddenly standing.

“Wait here,” she commanded me. I watched her lithe body as she walked down the hall to the bathroom.

When she returned, she had a box of tissues, a hand towel, and a small jar in her hands. She handed the tissues to Susan, who gratefully accepted them, then set the towel and the jar aside.

With a wicked grin and a sniffle, she knelt at my hips. She reached out and once again stroked my flaccid penis. When I didn’t react fast enough for her, she bent forward and tentatively took the tip in her mouth.

I began to protest.

She took her mouth off me and sat up, still holding on to my limp member. “What’s the matter?” she asked, a touch of exasperation in her voice.

“I thought you said that you hated… you know…,” I said, pointing at my dick.

“Giving head?”

I nodded.

“No, I love giving head. I hate having come in my mouth.”

“Oh,” I said, confused.

“Besides, I don’t expect I’ll give you long enough to let you come in my mouth. I want something else from you,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

With that, she bent forward again and resumed sucking. Soon enough, she had me hard as steel. She wasn’t as good as Susan, her teeth scraped me a few times, and she didn’t use her tongue as much, but I have learned that there is no such thing as bad head. There’s only good head and better head. So I leaned back and enjoyed the good head she was giving me.

True to her word, before I was even beginning to think about coming, she sat up, still gripping my erection. With her left hand, she reached behind her to fetch the towel and the jar.

When she released my prick to open the jar, I saw that it was Vaseline.

When she got it open, she looked at me very seriously. “I want you to fuck me in the ass. I want to come with you in my ass. Will you do that for me?”

I’d never even thought of putting my dick in a woman’s ass, but at the moment, with my erection doing most of the thinking for me, I mutely nodded my enthusiasm.

“Good,” she said, dipping two fingers into the jar and bringing them out with a dollop of the jelly.

She began rubbing the Vaseline onto my dick, stroking and coating the entire surface of my cock.

When she had my entire manhood covered in a layer of Vaseline, she looked at me seriously, picking up the towel to wipe her hands.

“Go slowly, especially when you first enter me. It’s been… a long time… since I had anyone back there.”

I nodded mutely and she got up on her hands and knees, looking expectantly at me over her shoulder. When I got up to move behind her, I looked at Susan. She smiled at me, her expression speaking volumes, her eyes gently laughing at me. She extended her hand in a “be my guest” gesture and her smiled broadened.

I moved between Stacy’s legs and shuffled toward her upturned ass. Her cheeks were spread wide and I could see her little pink pucker winking up at me. With my right hand, I grasped the base of my slick cock and aimed it at her ass.

When I set the tip against her rectum, she hissed with pleasure. My hand still steadying my penis, I begin to push forward. I met tremendous resistance, and began to wonder how I was ever going to get my dick inside her, no matter how hard I was. When I was about to pull back and try again, her ass allowed the head of my prick to enter.

Stacy let out a low moan and shuddered. My dick safely inside her, I put both my hands on her hips and began to slowly rock back and forth. This didn’t really move my cock inside her so much as it put pressure on her, and she moaned again.

“Okay,” she said through clenched teeth, “go easy.” The last syllable was drawn out into a hiss as I began to slowly inch deeper into her ass.

As I had with her pussy, I would enter her a little further, then withdraw. Then with my next thrust, I would push a little deeper into her. In a few minutes, my dick was buried in her ass.

It was incredibly tight, tighter even than her pussy had been, and her ass gripped my cock like a fist.

I held her hips and kept her ass tight against my hips as she panted. Once again, I marveled at her lithe body, the gentle curve of her back before me. I looked up at Susan and saw her smiling at me, one hand gently caressing her nipple.

“Okay,” Stacy said, once she had regained her breath, “go slow.”

I slowly withdrew my entire length from her and she groaned deep in her chest. I then thrust my hips forward, slowly impaling her on my length again. She shuddered under my hands as I repeated the motion and picked up a slow rhythm.

Every time my hips would press against her ass as I fully buried myself in her ass, she would cry out in pleasure. I maintained my slow, deliberate pace, enjoying her outbursts as I thrust myself into her.

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” she said, her head down. “You can go a little faster, if you want.”

I wanted.

I quickened my pace slightly, still marveling at the tightness of her ass. It was tighter and hotter than anything I’d ever felt. I know that wasn’t saying much, but I quickly realized that I was really enjoying fucking her in the ass.

“Faster,” she pleaded over her shoulder.

Faster I gave her. Soon, I was pumping my slick cock into her with powerful strokes. She would whimper each time my hips slammed into her ass and buried my cock up to the root inside her.

I didn’t know how long I could hold out at this pace, but I resolved to do my best.

“I… want… you… to… come… in… my… ass…,” she panted between thrusts. “Come… in… my… asssss!”

With those words, I slammed my prick deep into her ass and gripped her hips tightly, feeling my eruption welling up in my belly. With a grunt of my own, I let loose inside her.

As I began to come, I felt her shudder powerfully and she moaned long and low. I knew she was coming, but I was mostly oblivious as I spent myself within the furnace of her ass.

When I finally finished coming, she was still quaking and whimpering with pleasure. I collapsed on top of her, supporting myself with one arm while I wrapped my right hand around her chest to cup her pert breasts.

We panted in unison with the power of our orgasms, my dick still hard in her ass.

Very quietly, as if to herself, I heard her say, “Screw you, Randy. That’s how you shoulda fucked me in the ass.”

I was dimly aware of Susan getting up from the couch, but it wasn’t until she returned quietly that I fully realized that she’d been gone.

I slowly straightened and began to ease my half-hard dick out of Stacy’s ass. She moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I withdrew. When I felt my dick pop from her ass, I realized that Susan was kneeling beside me.

I felt a warm wetness on my shrinking penis, and looked down in shock. I relaxed as I saw that Susan had a warm, soapy washcloth and was gently cleaning my cock. When she finished, she wiped me off with another wet washcloth. She then folded the soapy cloth in half and began to clean Stacy too.

When she finished, she stood and walked back toward the bathroom. I sat back and folded my legs Indian-style as Stacy rolled over to sit with her back against the couch. Susan returned shortly and joined us on the floor, sitting with her knees together and her legs folded to one side.

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We chatted for a while, but as it was getting late in the afternoon, Susan sent me a look that said “we need to go soon.”

I reluctantly agreed.

Stacy could sense the direction of the conversation and stood gracefully, retrieving the white robe Susan had discarded earlier.

She belted the thin fabric around her lithe frame and stepped to the door of the trailer. She quickly returned with Susan’s dry skirt and panties.

Susan put on her panties as I began searching for where my own clothes had ended up.

“Hold on a second, Mr. Fifteen,” Stacy said.

Susan looked at me archly.

I shrugged.

“I forced it out of him,” Stacy said to Susan.

The day before, I’d told Susan that I’d lied to Stacy about my age, and Susan had thought that best at the time.

“He’s easy like that, isn’t he?” Susan said to Stacy, clearly enjoying herself at my expense.

“Uh-huh,” Stacy said cheerfully.

Turning back to me, she stepped close, pressing her thinly-covered nipples against my chest. She reached up and put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down. I watched with fascination as she closed her eyes, tilted her head to the side and parted her lips slightly. She stood on tiptoes and crushed her lips against mine.

I had kissed girls before, but never like this. Those earlier kisses were furtive and experimental. This kiss… now this was a kiss! Her lips were tender and gentle as she kissed me with a slight pressure.

I wish I could remember more details about that kiss, but unfortunately, I can’t. I can only remember the feeling that flooded my body, beginning with my mouth. As our lips were locked together, slightly parted, I could feel her tongue dart out and caress mine. My penis, untouched, began to grow, and soon was pressed against the slick fabric covering her pussy.

Finally, she broke the kiss and I inhaled a great gulp of air. I’m sure I looked for all the world like a poleaxed ox as I gazed down into her beautiful face. She licked her lips and then slowly opened her eyes, meeting my own and smiling up at me.

“Mmmmm,” she said dreamily. “I’ve missed that too.”

She withdrew her hand from the back of my neck and stepped back a half-step. Looking down at my erection, she laughed and looked back up at my face. I blushed furiously.

“Did you like that?” she asked, her eyes teasing me.

I could only nod.

“Me too.”

As Stacy stepped back another pace, we both turned to look at Susan, who was grinning at the two of us.

I blushed a deeper red and quickly resumed looking for my discarded clothing.

“Are you really a friend of his mother’s?” Stacy asked, turning to Susan.


“Wow. Cool.”

“Mmm hmm.”

I finally found my clothes, and began putting them on as the two women talked.

“I’d like…,” Stacy began, then paused to summon her courage. “I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that too,” Susan said. “We’ll be back in town Wednesday, to pick up our order from the hardware store.”

“Both of you? Great!” Stacy gushed. I reminded myself that while she might be several years older than I was, she was still very young. “I’ll switch shifts with another girl at the store. I’ll get off at two.”

“Do you want us to pick you up at the store?”

“That’d be great.”

“Okay, we’ll see you at the store at two on Wednesday,” Susan said.

With that, she leaned forward and kissed Susan on the cheek. She then turned to me and gave me another smoldering kiss on the lips. I could feel her nipples boring into me through the thin fabric of her robe and my t-shirt. The kiss wasn’t as long as the first she’d given me, but it lasted quite a bit longer than any other kiss I’d ever had.

“Thank you,” she said to me in a quiet voice as she released me.

I didn’t exactly know what she was thanking me for, but I was polite enough to know to just say, “You’re welcome.”

Susan and I headed out to the station wagon, and Stacy waved to us from the door to her trailer. In her thin white robe, she looked even more beautiful than before.

With waves of our own, we got in and slowly drove away.

“I think she likes you,” Susan said to me as we turned onto the main road, half teasing, half serious.

I blushed furiously and didn’t say a word.

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The Complete Series

Summer Camp Swingers: Susan

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Meet the women of Summer Camp


Susan MacLean – Owner of the Pines, Paul's first lover and mentor


Gina Coulter – Paul's first girlfriend at camp, pledges ΧΩ at UT


Kendall Payton – Paul's second girlfriend at camp, later in college


Wren Hilliard – Christy's best friend and roommate, Trip's girlfriend


Christy Carmichael – Paul's friend and later girlfriend, Wren's best friend

...and the rest!

A beautiful bevy of models from the Summer Camp Swingers Universe