Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/laycamp.txt

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                                    Lay Camp
                                     By Lisa

    Being without a man made me horney as hell.  Not a night would go by when I
didn't have to indulge in lengthy masturbation in the seclusion of my bed.
Once my hungry fingers reached the lips of my love mound, I'd close my eyes,
bite down on my tongue and begin to rotate the fingers against the tip of my
clitoris.

    This went on and on until the sheet beneath my butt was soaked and my
pelvis was arching in circular motions.  When I'd finally orgasm, it was
powerful enough to send me right to sleep.  And because I needed that sleep,
too, because, since my divorce, I had to work to support myself.

    If I had my choice, I guess I would rather have worked at a Manhattan
health spa.  Still as a counselor at a "Fat Farm" for young women, I made out
well.  The hours were good, the money great, and Upstate New York is a lovely
place to spend a summer.

    My former husband had gotten me the job.  He wasn't about to increase my
alimony and I have deliciously expensive taste.  Hence a job was necessary.  He
said I would enjoy it.  What the hell-my degree is in physical education and I
am in better shape now then when I was when I got out of college.  And for two
and a half months in the summer, it was a quick $8,000.  Little did I know how
satisfying it would prove to be sexually, too.

    Along with Pamela, the veteran counselor, I met the bus in town.  I had
expected to see a dozen young women, with fat hanging all over them, stepping
off of the bus, so I was pleasantly surprised to find these girls in reasonably
decent shape.  Not decent enough for their debutante parties, I was told later-
and that was the main reason for their being here.  They wanted to drop 15 or
20 pounds each, then slip back to Manhattan for their parties.

    We were not painfully sever with them.  They followed a low-calorie, high
protein diet and the pounds melted away.  Their days were spent swimming,
playing badminton and horseback riding.  For those so inclined, I gave some
tennis lessons.  To make it seem less like a Fat Farm and more like a resort,
the counselors did everything the girls did.  We slept, showered, ate, and
exercised together.  Although I was ten years older then most of them, the age
difference didn't seem to make any difference.

    After a particularly warm session on the tennis courts, my two pupils and I
retired to the shower.  Stripping the wet whites from me, I noticed Ellen, a
lovely and sweet 18 year old, eyeing my body.  It sent a chill down my spine
and I pretended not to notice.  My breasts stand straight out.  Although they
are not large, they are lovely, I know.  Boys-and some men-used to call my
nipples "silver dollars", and, I must admit, they are extra large.

    I tossed my jogging bra on a bench and turned toward Ellen before sitting
down.  She blatantly staring at my tits, and my nipples started stiffening.
Kicking off my shoes and pulling my socks off, I stood again and unsnapped my
shorts.  I pulled them off, along with my white cotton panties, and stepped out
of them.

    "Are you going to the sauna?" Ellen asked.  Her eyes kept jumping from my
breasts to my crotch, almost as if she could not control herself.

    "That's a good idea, EL," I told her. "How about you?"

    She nodded yes and started undressing.  The three weeks she had been here
had very good for her.  A tall girl, she had trouble with putting weight on her
thighs.  Between the diet and exercise, it melted away.  I watched her as she
turned from me and began undressing.  She pushed her shorts and panties down to
her ankles and stepped out of them.  As she was bending over to pick them up, I
looked at her pussy.  I wondered to myself if she had ever been eaten, and then
I wondered even more if she would like me to make a meal of her.  The thought
of it got my juices running and I grabbed a towel and headed for the sauna.

    Once inside, I scooped cool water and poured it on the steaming rocks,
grateful for the first rush of heat to hit my face.  Pouring a few more scoops
of water on, I sat on the first level of seats and waited for Ellen.  Presently
the door was pulled open and Ellen stuck her head inside, twisting it from side
to side to see who else was there.

    "Just me". I told her, smiling at her as she stepped in.  She was carrying
her towel, and it gave me an opportunity to see how well she was doing with the
program.  A natural blonde,her pubic hair matched her head, and her once-heavy
thighs had been trimmed to perfection.  As she started toward the benches, her
large breasts swayed with her gaint.  How I would like to capture those nipples
in my mouth! I thought , and again, my pussy warmed to my thinking.

    She climbed up to the third level, spread her towel, turned, and sat facing
me.  Obviously, our both being nude did not bother her a bit.  She stretched her
legs out in front of her-almost inviting me, I thought, to peek between her
thighs.  She ran her hands down the tops of her thighs, then up the inside,
pulling them away before they touched her pussy.

    "Oh, it feels so good in here, I might stay until suppertime," she said.

    "A good session in the sauna will do that to you," I told her, turning to
her. "And if you top it off with a long, cool shower, you'll feel absolutely
divine."

    "I feel divine right now, just being here with you, Miss Lisa,"she said"Is
that okay? I mean your the only counselor I really feel I can trust.  I haven't
anybody I could talk to in a long time."

    Of course it's okay", I told her,"and I'm happy that you feel that way.
I'm not really close to anyone on staff here, and I could use a good friend,
too.  Girl talk is just as important as tennis lessons, I think"

    "Well, there are some things I want to tell you that might shock you, Miss
Lisa.  I mean, would it be okay if we talked about sex?"

    "Look, Ellen, the first thing you must do is stop calling me Miss Lisa-at
least, when were alone together.  And remember, Ellen, I'm almost older than
you are.  There isn't anything you could say that would shock me," I told her.
She seemed to heave a sigh of relief, her large breasts rising and falling.

    "No?" she asked a smile.  "What if I told you I think you have a beautiful
body and that you're a very sexy woman?  Would that shock you?"

    I felt my pulse quicken and I wondered if this young girl sensed what I
felt about her, that I would love to teach her to love another woman's body.
That I wanted to hold her, press her breasts to mine, and kiss her as only as
another women could kiss her.  I tried to act as composed as possible, but, at
the same time, I wanted to continue the conversation.  I stood and faced her,
spreading my legs and lifting my arms to shoulder height.  Slowly, I turned in
front of her, enjoying the performance.  Her eyes were glued to my body as I
slowly twirled before her.  After two turns, I sat again.

    "No, Ellen, that would not shock me.  I enjoy my body and I'm pleased that
you think it's nice.  Yours is, too.  Would you like to show me?"

    Without hesitating, she stood up and started down the benches.  When she
got to the floor, she put both hands on my shoulders, pulled me to her and
kissed me lightly on the lips.  Then she pushed me backwards until my knees
touched the bench.  Obediently, I sat down.

    "I'd love to show you", she said with an excited smile.  She kneeled before
me, spreading her thighs and leaning backwards.  Her hands went to her breasts
and she cupped them, squeezing her light brown nipples.  "These are my breasts,
Lisa".  She said, her breath quickening. "And boys love to suck on my nipples.
When I bathe and I'm feeling sexy, I squeeze them just like this and I pretend
a boy is squeezing them.  But since I've been here, I've been dreaming that you
were the one making my titties feel so good."  She continued to squeeze her
breasts as I watched fascinated.  Her nipples stood up stiffly and I longed to
take them into my mouth.  Her fingertips went to her nipples, circling the
hardened tips, pushing them from side to side.

    She let her hands slide down to her waist and, lifting herself, pulled her
legs out from underneath.  Spreading her legs, her hands began stroking her
inner thighs.  "And these are my thighs, Lisa," she said.  "I'll let a boy
touch me between the thighs once, but he was so rough that all he did was hurt
me.  Now I touch myself and it feels wonderful, and I dream that your hands are
caressing me there-and that you don't stop there."

    I was beside my self with pleasure.  Here was this beautiful, young woman,
laying on the floor, her legs spread in front of me, practically begging for me
to touch her.  I knelt between her legs and watched as her fingertips worked
their way to her slit.  She rubbed her fingers up and down either side, and I
could see the moisture glistening on her pussy lips.

    My own pussy was dripping while I watched her spread he pink lips.   Her
little clit stood straight up, waiting for my tongue and I lowered head to her
thighs, giving her little bites along the sweet pussy juice I could lick from
her.

    "Oh, Lisa," she cried, "Kiss me there, please! Kiss me there!"

    I pushed my tongue out and started licking her slippery lips-just teasing
her, really-and enjoying my self immensely.  Her breathing had become ragged
and her hands went from her pussy to her breasts.  As I licked her slit, harder
and harder, she pinched her own nipples, moaning softly.  With my fingers I
spread her pussy lips and drove my tongue deep into her cunt.  She tasted so
sweet, so young and so delicious.  I started sucking on the swelling cunt lips,
swallowing all the juice I could draw into my mouth.

    I rolled my head back and forth, sucking and pulling on her pussy while her
screams grew higher and higher in pitch.  Finally, I spread her lips with my
fingers, pulling them apart, to feast on her tender clit.  It stood at
attention as I flicked my tongue over and around it, all to the delighted
squeals of Ellen.  Feeling that she must climax soon, I kissed clitoris,
sucking it between my lips and whipping the tip of my back and forth across it.

    "Oh Lisa I going to come!" she screamed, her hips flailing out of control.
I pursed my lips, drawing her swollen clit into my mouth, and sucked harder-so
hard I thought I would hurt her.  Then she climaxed in my mouth, her thighs
tightening around my shoulders, her hands pushing my face deeper in her
thighs.  She was shaking uncontrollably, her breath ragged and mixed with
cries.  Finally, she quaked until I thought she would pull her cunt from my
mouth.

    And then it was over, she relaxed, her legs falling open, her hands and arms
collapsing at her sides, her breath slowing to deep regular beats.  I lifted my
head, my chin dripping with her love juice, and looked at her pretty face.  A
slight smile played across her mouth, her eyes closed and she seemed so
contented.

    It was not to last.  After a minute or two, her eyes opened, she looked
down at me and smiled broadly.  "Jesus Christ, Lisa", she said, "I knew it
would be good, but I never knew it could be this good!  Can I do it to you,
now?"

    "We don't have time right now, darling," I told her.  "If we don't get out
of her fast, they'll be looking for us.  Meet me tonight at the boat dock and
we can both do it again."

    She laughed as she rolled away, grabbed her towel and reached for the
door.  "See you then", she said, blowing me a kiss.

    As she left, I lay down myself.  I knew the other counselors would join the
girls at dinner.  If I were to relive the hunger in my own wet cunt, I would
have to do it now.  I spread my legs and began to stroke my inner thighs,
thinking about how beautiful, the young pussy I had just finished sucking. Her
taste was still on my lips as I licked them, and my fingers reached my swollen
cunt much faster than usual.  I set about frigging my dripping cuntlips,
dreaming of Ellen as I listened to the soft slurping of my snatch.  I dipped my
fingers into my pussy, rolling them around, collecting the wet juice that Ellen
would taste later that night.  I rubbed the cum on my asshole, pushing my
finger in a little at a time, while my other hand pushed and pulled at my cunt.

    When I finally got my finger pushed up all the way up my asshole, I jammed
my other hand into my cunt.  My fingers, separated by membrane, rubbed
together.  Again dreaming about sucking Ellen's pussy, I frigged my clit and my
asshole simultaneously.  The passion was building up and up, and my thighs
spread even further of their own accord.  I pinched my clit as I felt my climax
starting to build in my cunt-and it sent me into a frightening climax.  My hips
jerked and slashed the empty air, my moans becoming louder as the electric
thrill coursed through my fingers and into my pussy.  With a final quake, I
jammed my fingers up my ass and into my cunt, loving the squishing and slippery
feel.

    I was so caught with my own orgasm, I hadn't noticed the door.  It was wide
open-and standing there in it was Ellen.  With three friends.  I gasped audibly
and pulled my legs together.  I didn't know what to say.  Would they report this
to the senior counselor and have me fired?  Would this cost me my job and the
elegant lifestyle I had become accustomed to?

    I need not to have worried.  Ellen stepped into the room, bent to me and
cupped breasts in her hands.  She kissed me fully on the lips, her tongue
pushing between my lips to caress the inside of my mouth.

    "Sorry to peep like that, Lisa," she said.  "But Annie, Fran and Kathy just
didn't believe it.  They wanted to come down to the boat dock tonight too".

    And they did.