12 comments/ 81653 views/ 23 favorites My Summer at Camp Chestlake Ch. 01 By: bustyalix stantheman18: hey Bustygirlbff: hey! Bustygirlbff: asl? stantheman18: 18/m/us stantheman18: you? Bustygirlbff: 19/f stantheman18: cool Bustygirlbff: ya stantheman18: so what's up? Bustygirlbff: nm. you? stantheman18: same. your pic is reeeaaaally hot btw Bustygirlbff: they're real... stantheman18: really?! Bustygirlbff: oh yeah :) stantheman18: wow! Bustygirlbff: lol. so what do you do for fun? stantheman18: I like to play video games, draw, and chat, especially with hot girls like you Bustygirlbff: awww you don't have a gf? stantheman18: no lol I'm kind of a loser Bustygirlbff: awww I'm sorry. you sound like a really nice guy ^_^ stantheman18: yeah. too bad nice guys finish last lol Bustygirlbff: lmao! Bustygirlbff: I'm sure you'll get a girl sooner or later stantheman18: yeah. so...what size are they?! Bustygirlbff: 36DDD stantheman18: WOW Bustygirlbff: lol stantheman18: they're so fucking HUGE! I wish I could play with them. Bustygirlbff: the girls at your school don't have tits this big? stantheman18: only a few Bustygirlbff: so you like 'em big? stantheman18: hell yeah Bustygirlbff: big enough to bury your head in? stantheman18: Fuck yeah! I would love to feel your big soft tits all over my face. Bustygirlbff: that's not the head I was talking about *wink stantheman18: come again? Bustygirlbff: lol you haven't even cum once, silly. stantheman18: ummm....okay.... Bustygirlbff: so are you ready? stantheman18: ready for what? *Bustygirlbff cups and squeezes her huge tits through her tank top.* Bustygirlbff: to have the biggest pair of funbags you've ever seen massage and jerk your cock to total orgasm... stantheman18: omg...really?? Bustygirlbff: oh yeah Bustygirlbff: sit down and let me bounce my BIG boobs up and down on your hard cock. all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the boobjob. *stantheman18 sits down and pulls off his pants hurriedly.* stantheman18: How do you like my big cock baby? Bustygirlbff: that thing? It can take a hike! stantheman18:??? *Bustygirlbff lifts up her tank top and exposes her bare breasts.* Bustygirlbff: It can take a hike right between these big mountains... *Bustygirlbff bounces her boobs around in her hands* stantheman18: holy fuck they are so big! I can't wait to feel them wrapped around my dick. *stantheman18 drools.* *Bustygirlbff kneels down between your legs.* Bustygirlbff: Then get ready, big boy. Because my 36DDD's are about to make something else drool… *Bustygirlbff wraps her BIG boobs around your - CONNECTION LOST "Dammit!" shouted Stanley Worth at his computer screen. "Every time!" "Fuck!" he yelled, getting up from his chair and banging a scrawny little fist down on his desk. "Stanley!" his mother shouted. "Is that you, dear?" Stanley lifted his head from its hanging position and opened his frustrated eyes. "Yeah, mom!" he yelled back. "Keep it down dear." he heard her say. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!" she yelled. Stanley walked over to his closet and opened the door. He gazed at the mirror hanging from it. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. His hand made its way from the back of his neck to his smooth, emotionless face. It crept up his nose and pushed his glasses up. A pair of beaty little eyes stared back at him. He couldn't understand why girls weren't interested in him. Here he was, embarking on his senior year in high school and he hadn't had nary a girlfriend. Deep down, he knew the answer. Girls weren't interested in guys who were good at math or science, like he was. Girls were interested in the rebels, the jocks, and the guys who couldn't be labeled. They definitely weren't interested in guys that were labeled geeks. That's what he was. A geek. Ever since he could remember he had always been the object of ridicule. He had seen every sort of emasculating humiliation the bullies at his school had to offer; swirlies, purple nurples, atomic wedgies, you name it. And that was just in middle school. He didn't even want to think about what had happened in more recent years. But all that was about to change. This year was going to be different. This year he had been invited to Brad Johnson's annual campout. Brad was, without a doubt, the most popular boy in school. Every year he took a group of his closest friends with him to a camp site that his family ran; a sort of final get together before the school year got underway. But because this was the final year of high school Brad had managed to convince his parents to let him use the campsite for the entire length of the summer, code for "non-stop partying." And Stanley couldn't wait for the party to begin. True, he and Brad had had their differences (in middle school, Brad had made it a graduation requirement to shove Stanley in a locker), but things were different. Brad had approached Stanley personally and apologized for everything that he had ever done to him, at the request of his mother. Apparently, his mother had also told her son to invite "that boy you always pick on" as a means of burying the hatchet. Brad had stated that even though he didn't like the idea at first, he figured it was about time to stop the torture. He had waved goodbye at Stanley and said a quick "Don't be late" on his way back. Stanley stared back at his computer screen. With any luck, he might even get laid this summer…finally. The closest he had come to sex was the conversation he had just had at his computer. He looked at his computer and let his mind wander to Bustygirlbff. He had lied when he told her that there were a few girls with tits like hers. There were a few girls at his school that were a bit on the chesty side, but nothing like the set of DDD's that internet chick claimed to have. His cock grew hard just thinking about them… His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of his window sliding open. Before long, he saw a small hand reach in followed by a thin arm. This was quickly followed by one of the larger busts in his school. He ogled Lacey's big boobs as she attempted to squeeze them through the window of his room. When she finally did her head was what followed suit. Her long, dark hair managed to get somewhat messed as she finally managed to enter. She fell in and hit the floor with a loud thud, causing her glasses to fall off and land on Stanley's carpet. Lacey quickly got up, brushed herself off, and bent down to pick up her thick, black rimmed glasses. She put them on and fixed her hair. "I am getting way too old for that." She said. "Why didn't you help me?" "Why didn't you just use the door?" Stanley asked of her. "What? And miss that surprised look on your face?" she laughed. Stanley agreed. That was typical Lacey. Lacey had developed early, as early as junior high, and been ridiculed for it by the other girls. For years she had been a lone sheep, until it came time for the other girls to develop. When they finally did, and some of them waited until high school, Lacey had been matched and even surpassed by several of the girls in school. Once this happened, big boobs stopped being an object of ridicule and instead became the "in" thing. Having them meant popularity, and not just with boys as Lacey had been previously accustomed to. She had tried to befriend the popular girls at one point, but they had labeled her a freak and moved on. From that point on, Lacey adopted an "I was doing it before it was cool" mentality. Stanley had watched Lacey go from geek to geek with big boobs (she sported one of the larger chests in school, a solid D cup), and finally to a very unique individual. She usually dressed darker than most people, wore clothing other people found tacky or weird, and the glasses she wore were fake. To Stanley's knowledge Lacey had never really needed glasses; she simply wore these for the look. And did she ever have a look. Her tops, although dark, were usually tight fitting; by the way she dressed it was easy to see that she was proud of her huge assets. Lacey was one of the few girls in school lucky enough to possess a D cup, and Stanley was honored to call her a friend. "So what's up, punk?" Lacey asked Stanley. Stanley had to pull his gaze away from his friend's massive chest. Her tits were just so round and big…they jutted out proudly from her black tee as if to say "I don't give a fuck what you think." Stanley sighed, and then began to fill her in on the camping trip. "No way! Are you for real?" Lacey asked. "Yeah," Stanley answered. "Can you believe it?" "My parents are sending me to camp too!" Lacey exclaimed. "They are?" "Yes!" she said. "It's some frilly, dainty female retreat camp or something." "Why are they sending you there?" Stanley asked. "I don't know. I guess they think I'm not girly enough or something. It's supposed to teach girls how to become women, or something like that. Mom says she learned a lot when she went there." "That's weird." Stanley said. "Definitely," Lacey agreed. She walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge. "Stanley…" she said. "Are you sure you want to go on this trip?" "Why wouldn't I?" he asked. "It's just…I think it's a little bit weird that Brad asked you to tag along." "Well, yeah I guess it is kind of weird. But that's all water under the bridge." "I know." Lacey said. "I'm just saying that I know what it's like when you want to be accepted by the popular crowd, and I know how bad it feels when…you know." "It's not like that, Lace." Stanley said. "Stanley, I know how Brad is. He's not likely to change. He's a jerk, through and through. Remember when he and I dated?" Stanley stopped to think for a moment. He had already forgotten that Lacey and Brad had gone out. Brad, being the most popular boy in school, made it a point to only date girls that were worth his time. Particularly, the girls with the biggest busts. After Lacey had had her growth spurt Brad had asked her out, much to Lacey's delight. But to her dismay, he showed no interest in her after getting under her bra, save for getting under it again and again. Not long after, Brad broke up with her and had another busty girl on his arm the next day. Lacey had never revealed all the details about their sexual activity, so Stanley had thought it better not to ask. Besides, he felt sure this was something Lacey wanted to forget. "Look, all I'm saying is…don't get your hopes up. Okay, Stanley?" "Alright. Fine." Stanley said. Lacey stood and stretched her arms outward toward Stanley, offering him a hug. "In case I don't see you?" she asked with innocent eyes. She stepped forward and gave Stanley a hug, crushing his chest with hers. Stanley's dick sprang to life at the feeling of her soft pillows pressed up against his body. When the hug was over, they said their goodbye's and Lacey climbed out his window once more, leaving Stanley alone in his room. Slowly, he walked over to the window and locked it. Then he walked back to his computer and sat down. Bustygirlbff was no longer online. What was it she had said? 36DDD. Just hearing those letters and numbers, or seeing them on a screen was enough to give him a raging hard on; even though Lacey is what had gotten him warmed up. He clicked his mouse and got comfortable. He stared at the picture Bustygirlbff had sent him. "Well, Bustygirlbff, I guess it's just you and me tonight." "Stanley! Dinner!" his mother called. "Oohhhhh!" Stanley groaned. "Coming mom!" THUD! Stanley awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of something hitting his window. He pulled his sheets off and turned on his lamp. He looked out the window and couldn't believe what he saw. There was a huge, naked pair of tits pressed against his window. They skidded and slid across the cold glass; he could see both nipples getting harder and harder as the soft pillowy flesh was pressed firmly against his window. The boobs spread out as they had nowhere else to go, and they were HUGE. Stanley had never seen a pair as big as those before. In fact, he had only ever seen boobs by mistake. But there was a pair here, pressed up against his window. His hard cock began to throb under his pajama bottoms. He began to walk slowly towards the luscious pair of melons on the other side of his window. He reached for the bottom of the window and prepared to open it… But before he could, a pair of hands appeared and pulled a top down over the huge, busty rack; shielding them from sight. He heard giggling and then saw the face of the person those huge knockers belonged to: Lacey. She was laughing hysterically on the other side of the window. "Let me in!" she said. Stanley, still shocked from seeing his best friend's huge rack, did as he was told. For the second time tonight, Lacey climbed through his window. "OMG it is friggen freezing out there!" Lacey said, standing up. "Look at my nips!" Stanley let out a gasp as he looked at Lacey's chest, or rather; it looked like another girl's chest had been placed on Lacey's body. Not only were her nipples hard and easily visible through her skin tight top, but they were huge! Even bigger than they had been earlier! "Lacey! How- what? Wha-WOW!" Stanley stuttered. Lacey arched her back and gave a small motion of her hands, gesturing to her busty rack as if displaying them in a fashion show. "And you probably thought it was just the glass making them look bigger…" she winked. "Wha-wha…why?" Stanley asked. "I had to press them up against the glass to throw you off. I wanted them to be a surprise. Surprise!" "But how-" "How big are they?" Lacey asked, finishing his sentence. "I upgraded to a triple D. That's pretty big, huh?" "Yeah!" Stanley exclaimed. "But- why, how and triple??" Lacey looked at the huge boner stretching Stanley's pajama bottoms. Then she looked back at him. "That's right, Stanley. Trips. DDD. And they're all yours…" "My- mine??" Stanley asked, breathing heavily. "You and I have been friends forever. You've always been there for me. You've always respected me." Stanley was having trouble breathing as he watched Lacey step towards him. Her boobs were bouncing slightly with each step she took. He couldn't keep his eyes off them. "You've watched me turn into a beautiful, busty young woman. You've watched me grow. You've watched these grow." She gestured to her huge rack. "All those nights of listening to my problems, watching me cry, doing all those things guys only do to get a girl to sleep with them, all the hours you've put in, Stanley – they're all about to pay off." "They- they are?" Lacey nodded. She was only inches away from Stanley, but her huge chest jutted out proudly challenging those inches. "It's time you were rewarded for all your hard work." She said. "That's why I went out and got this boobjob. "To…reward me?" Stanley asked, short of breath. Lacey nodded. "To allow you to break in my new boobjob, and reward you…" She stepped forward and placed a hand on the bulge in his pajamas… "…with a boobjob of your very own." Stanley almost lost it. He shut his eyes tight and gripped Lacey around the waist, trying his best not to think about what was going on so as not to spend himself too early. He could feel Lacey's small hand massaging and working its way around his cock, but when he opened his eyes and looked down at his crotch all he could see was Lacey's heaving chest, moving slightly with her hand jerking. He pulled Lacey closer to him and she stepped forward, crushing his chest with her own, and he felt the familiar cushion of her pillowy tits up against his body. He had to shut his eyes and think of something else as he felt her soft tits pressing into him. He gripped her waist even harder. Lacey looked over her shoulder and down to her waist at Stanley's hands as she continued to jerk him. "Is that where you want to put your hands, Stanley?" she asked. "On my waist?" Stanley only moaned as he felt Lacey's hand on his dick. He opened his eyes and saw Lacey looking right at him. She gestured down with her eyes, to her heaving chest. "Touch them, Stanley." He took a one hand off her waist and slowly brought it up along the sides of their bodies. He wasn't sure what to do with it. Lacey's bust was so big that he wouldn't be able to bring his arm in far enough to enjoy feeling her up. She sensed this and stepped back a little, allowing him enough space to bring his arm through, which he did. He paused it just above her left breast. This would be the first time he had felt a boobie on purpose, or with a girl's consent. Lacey could see him struggling to savor the moment. She thought it best not to rush him. Stanley pulled his hand back and wiped some sweat off his forehead before allowing it to resume its position above Lacey's massive breast. "It's okay." Lacey assured him. "Go ahead. Squeeze it. I want you to. That's why I got them. I want to feel your strong hand on my big, BIG boob…" Stanley brought his hand down and gently placed it on her huge globe. The material of her blouse was soft, and he sunk his fingers into her abundant titflesh as best he could. Lacey let out a sarcastic gasp as he began to squeeze her big melon. Stanley felt the huge tit flowing into his hand as he released the pressure from his grip and squeezed over and over again. Like a sponge, it immediately bounced back into his hand. Eagerly, he brought his other hand to her right jug and began squeezing it as well. He began to feel a little lightheaded and disoriented as he felt up his busty friend. He had dreamed of her huge rack for so long that it was hard to believe she was allowing him to cup and squeeze those massive orbs while she jerked him. This was like a dream come true. Lacey arched her back and pressed her firm tits into the palms of his hands as she continued to massage his bulging prick. "Oh Stanley!" she exclaimed. "I've always wanted you to feel my big, big tits! Bounce them around…" Stanley cupped her massive tits and bounced them in his hands, enjoying the sight of seeing them jiggle in his horny grip. He was so turned on he was surprised he wasn't cumming yet. He felt Lacey's free hand creep up his back to the back of his head. He felt her smooth touch rubbing through his hair gently. After a while, he felt her gently applying pressure to his head. He complied with her and pushed his head forward as she guided it down to her tits. Soon she was pressing his head to her chest, clutching him to her bosom as if trying to suffocate him. Stanley found it hard to breathe as her big pillows slowly enveloped his head. He thought he was going to have an asthma attack, but then he felt her top slowly lifting up. He pulled his head back just a little to allow it to bypass him, and soon her huge melons bounced free. Stanley gasped as he was face-to-rack with her massive jugs. There they were, in the flesh, enveloping his entire head as Lacey pushed him deeper and deeper into her cleavage. "Do you like them?" she asked. Stanley could only moan in response as her huge tits massaged his face. Lacey looked down to her cleavage and saw Stanley's brown hair buried between her massive jugs. She smiled and then placed a hand in her deep cleavage to run a hand through his hair. My Summer at Camp Chestlake Ch. 01 "That's it, Stanley. Eat up." Stanley flicked his tongue out and dragged it all along the inner portions of her breasts. He found his way out and dragged it around the outside of one of her big jugs. He made his way to her nipple and flicked it around a bit, before proceeding to take what he could into his mouth. Lacey moaned as Stanley began nursing on her funbags. Stanley heard her gasp and then switched to the other breast and started sucking on it as well. Lacey stroked his cock faster and faster as Stanley feasted on her rack. She pushed them together with her arms and they bulged out around Stanley's head, burying him in her cleavage once more as she jerked his cock even harder. Stanley pulled his head out of her cleavage and started to moan and gasp. Lacey sensed he was close to orgasm and slowed her jerking, so as not to waste him. Stanley breathed hard and started to calm himself down. Lacey looked down at her bare breasts. Her shirt was still bunched up on top of her chest, but her boobs were more than visible as they jutted out way passed her blouse. "Had your fill yet?" she asked. Stanley gasped and let out a small moan. "I haven't…" Lacey stated as she pressed up against him. "I'll bet you've never had a blowjob before. You're gonna love it." Stanley's eyes went wide as Lacey slowly crouched down, dragging her huge tits against his body as she did so. He almost blew it when they brushed up against the bulge in his pants. Lacey had teased him by rubbing her chest band up the bulge and then down again before proceeding to take to her knees. She looped her thumbs into Stanley's pj's and slowly pulled them down before letting them fall to the floor. She built up Stanley's self esteem with a gasp as his cock sprang free. "Oh Stanley! It's so big!" she exclaimed, taking it into her hands. She looked up at Stanley as she brought her tongue out and flicked it across his head. Stanley gasped as he felt her warm, wet tongue on the tip of his hard cock. Lacey kept eye contact with him as she brought her lips to the tips of his cock and kissed it. She kissed it again and again, and before long she was fully making out with the tip of his cock, frenching it as if it were a boy. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in ecstasy as she made out with it, tonguing it. When she came back from her make-out session she looked up at Stanley and breathed heavily on to the tip of his cock. Stanley thought her warm breath felt so good engulfing his hard dick. He didn't know how much longer he could last if Lacey kept teasing him the way she was. Lacey brought it around to the side of her face and clenched it to her cheek as if she were accepting a trophy. She closed her eyes as its length messed her glasses, the shaft pressed firmly against her lips as she smothered it in kisses. Her kisses made their way up his length to the tip once more, where she breathed on it again and brought her lips around it without closing them. She slowly brought her mouth down a little way around his length without closing her lips around it. She continued to smother him with her warm breath as she simultaneously jerked him, as if trying to squeeze his cum out. She looked up at Stanley and smiled as she finally closed her lips around his cock, taking him into her mouth at last. Stanley was in heaven as Lacey's mouth wrapped around him, her tongue darting this way and that as if battling his hard cock. Her warm mouth was putting him into a state of relaxation as her hands jerked his rod into her mouth, trying to drain him completely. Her hands traveled behind him and squeezed his buttcheeks as she sucked him off. She pulled him closer to her and tried to get more of his cock down into her throat. Stanley let out a loud moan when she finally managed to take his full length. He had no idea that Lacey could do that! He knew that Lacey had probably given a few bj's before, but he would have never guessed her to be the lusty bj queen that knelt before him. Stanley wondered if this was how all guys felt when they received a blowjob. He felt very much like a king, or someone in power, begin serviced by a sultry maiden who only lived to please him. Lacey looked up at him with sexy, wanting eyes as she sucked and slurped all over his member. Stanley couldn't believe that he was finally joining the ranks of those who had had their dicks sucked, and by a busty teenage girl, no less. Lacey pulled out his dick and let it rest on the corner of her mouth. She smiled up at him and gave him wink. "How do you like it?" she asked, giving his cock a playful kiss. "I love it!" Stanley exclaimed. "How does it feel to join the ranks of men who have gotten a blowjob?" she asked. Stanley hesitated a moment before answering. "It feels…great!" he said. He thought it strange that he had just been thinking that, but he was too far lost to care. He watched as Lacey took him into her mouth yet again, and he reached down to cup her mammoth tits as she did so. He was the first guy to see them, according to her, and he found that extremely hot. They were so perfect; they had just the right amount of bounce and no sag whatsoever. They were perfectly proportionate to the rest of her body, yet looked amazing on her teenage frame. This had to be the most amazing rack in the world. Lacey let him slip out of her mouth again and leaned back, arching her back as she did so. "Like my big hooters?" she asked. "Fuck yes!" Stanley exclaimed, staring at them unblinkingly. "Aren't they so fucking huge?" she continued. "You're the first person to see them, Stanley. The only person to see them. Does that turn you on?" Stanley nodded. "Sit down." She said, gesturing to the end of his bed. Stanley did as she requested and sat down. He felt as though he was in a trance-like state, yet somehow, completely aware. As he collided with the soft mattress below him, Lacey scooched over to him and got a little more comfortable on her knees. She took his prick into her small, petite hands and brought it to her mouth, where she flicked it with her tongue a couple of times before raising herself up slightly from her knees and letting her chest rest on his thighs. He felt her huge balloons press into his legs, and their softness left him wanting. Lacey looked up at him with solemn eyes. "Does your dick want to take a hike between my big, huge mountains?" she asked. Stanley coughed slightly at these words. "Wh-what?" he asked, almost scared. "Big…juicy…melons," She reiterated. "Do you want to fuck them?" she asked, raising a brow and letting his cock fall on the crevice created by her huge tits. Stanley was almost in shock. He could feel the soft skin of Lacey's beautiful tits through his throbbing cock. He was having trouble making words. "Do you want me to bury your cock between my huge fucking jugs so you can bang my new boobs, Stanley?!" She slid his dick across the tops of her huge orbs. Precum leaked out and drizzled into her cleavage. She never stopped to look down, instead she kept her gaze on the horny nerd in front of her. Stanley let a small moan escape his lips. "Well, which is it Stanley??" Lacey asked in a frustrated tone. Precum continued to ooze out of his dick and on to her big rack as she stared him down. "Are you gonna be a nerd forever? Or are you gonna let me use my big boobs to turn you into a stud?" Stanley was having trouble breathing. He nodded at the busty vixen's request. Lacey smiled. "That's what I thought." She said. "I'm gonna bounce these big, beautiful boobs up and down on your hard cock until it drools precum all the way down my cleavage. No breaks, no stopping, and no time to rest…just massive boob-banging. I hope you're ready, Stanley; because my huge tits are about to take you on the ride of your life!" "Fuck yes!!" Stanley exclaimed. "Take me, Lace! Take me!" Lacey smiled at him as she began to shove his prick between her massive orbs. Stanley went numb as his hard cock finally penetrated her deep cleavage. The feeling of her huge jugs jiggling around his cock, enveloping it, was too much for him to bear. Lacey winked at him as his dick was fully emerged in her cleavage, leaving only his head to pop out from between her huge tits. Lacey's wink faded, along with the rest of her, just as Stanley began to erupt. Before long, Lacey's outline was nowhere to be seen, nor was her giant rack. By the time Stanley had finished cumming, there was no sign of Lacey, or her huge boobs, at all. Stanley sat up in bed, quickly. He was panting and sweating. His room was dark, lit dimly by the light of his computer screen. He looked towards his window to find it closed. He got up and walked over. There was no sign of Lacey. Moreover, the window was locked which indicated that Lacey had never been here. It had all been a dream. He looked down and noticed his pants were wet. "They'll dry." He thought. Slowly he climbed back into bed. With any luck, he'd have another dream like the one he'd just had. The last thing he thought before going back into a deep sleep was that his bed, like his clothes, was also wet. * * * * * * "Worth! Hey, Worth! Hurry your little ass up, will ya?" Bradley Johnson was shouting from the road as Stanley said goodbye to his parents. He honked the horn of his truck to push Stanley along. When he was finally done with his goodbye, Stanley walked down the sidewalk to Brad's truck and hopped in the backseat. Inside, Stanley was met with the most popular kids in his school. There were three of Brad's friends, all of whom were involved in football or some other type of extracurricular, as well as four of the prettiest girls in school; each of whom sported a pair of C cups, or higher. Stanley took a seat by the window next to Jennifer, a girl who had humiliated him on numerous occasions with phrases like "Get away from me, freak!" or "Back off creep-o!" This time, however, she treated him with the utmost respect. "It's Stanley, right?" Stanley had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Uh-hm….yes." he finally managed to say. "Jennifer." She said, offering him a hand. Stanley shook it, awkwardly. Her skin was so soft… He sat down and got comfortable. In his peripheral, he could make out Jennifer's C cup figure. Her slim body was small and slender, and her medium-length brown hair was done back in a ponytail. Her bangs stuck out quite far, but Stanley could still make out her big, brown eyes. She had this air to her like she was better than everyone else, and indeed she could have been, were it not for her stuck up attitude. "And so the slut-fest finally begins…" said one of the boys. It was Barry, Brad's right hand man and best friend. Like Brad, he played sports and was very athletic. Most girls often found his puppy dog brown eyes and dreamy brown hair a sight to behold. He had money, looks, status, and was considered by many to be better looking than Brad. But Brad had one thing Barry didn't: power. Barry often did whatever Brad wished of him, like a loyal dog. This could have been due to several reasons, but for the most part no one really cared what those reasons were, albeit the girls. "I was only saying hi to him, Barry!" Jennifer said, appalled. "Right." Barry replied. "I remember when you "said hi" to me as well. Good times." "You asshole." Jennifer responded, crossing her arms in frustration. "Yeah c'mon Barry. Leave her alone." That was the voice of Amy, one of the most popular girls in the bunch, if not the most popular. Her relationship with Jennifer paralleled that of Barry and Brad. She was built similar to her best friend, but with a slightly bigger bust. That was most likely why she was in the passenger's seat of Brad's truck, sitting next to the driver. Her eyes were small and easy to fall into, yet fierce and unstable. That made her an expert in the art of manipulation. From the seat behind him, a hand reached out and gripped Stanley's shoulder. Stanley let a silent yelp as it gripped his shoulder blade tightly. "Aw come on you guys. Lighten up. You're scaring the nerd. Ain't that right Stan?" "Um no..no I'm fine." Stanley said. He recognized the voice. It was the voice of James, another one of Brad's friends who constantly picked on Stanley. "We don't want to scare him on his first day. This guy got me through algebra, right Stan?" Stanley nodded. He was referring to all the times he had made Stanley do his algebra homework. "That was nice of you, Stanley." Said a chesty blonde from the backseat. It was Sharon, a girl with large tits and a small brain. "Sharon, what did I say about talking?" James said. "Oh! Right." Sharon said, sitting back in her seat and shutting up. "You're so mean." Jennifer said to James. "You can talk if you want to Sharon, he doesn't control you." "Hey mind your own business, slut!" James said in retaliation. "People better stop calling me slut…" Jennifer put her hands out as if trying to put a stop to the conversation. "Yeah, don't call her a slut." Sharon chirped. "You shut up, fake tits." Now Stanley heard a new voice. It was coming from the backseat. It was Jake, yet another crony. He had been busy making out with a busty brunette named Cassandra and had been completely oblivious to the conversation until now. "My boobs aren't fake!" "Then prove it." He said. "Let's see 'em." Sharon put her hand's at the bottom of her blouse, preparing to lift it up. "Don't!" Cassandra said. "That's exactly what they want. You jerk!" She punched Jake in the arm. "Aw c'mon, Cass. Baby it was only a joke, you know I only want to see yours." The next few minutes consisted of non-stop arguing, as well as other noises not pleasant to the ear. As Jake tried to reconcile with Cassandra, Jennifer was explaining to James that she was not a slut. Sharon was explaining, seemingly to everyone, that her boobs were all natural. In the midst of all this, Amy had taken to unbuckling Brad's pants and giving him road head. Stanley could only sit back in silence and watch all of this take place. Every now and then someone would try to pull him towards their end of the conversation, only to be shut out by someone else. Up front, Amy was having trouble staying occupied on Brad with all the noise going on. She took her mouth off his dick and gestured for Brad to do something about it. "Everyone just shut up!" Brad shouted, frustrated. "James, Jakey…I'm gonna kick your ass! Barry, stop being a little bitch and keep it down. Fuck, it's like a zoo in here." "No more talking until we get there." Amy stated before leaning down into Brad's lap yet again. Things were awkwardly quiet for the next few minutes. That, however, didn't last very long. James, finally seeing what was going on with Brad up front, decided to follow suit. He unzipped his pants, took Sharon by the head and pushed her down into his lap. Sharon, surprised at first, quickly caught the rhythm and started to take him into her mouth without missing a beat. The other couples in the truck engaged in similar actions, with Stanley the only one without a partner. But for the rest of the trip, no one said a word. * * * * * * * * Once they arrived they immediately set to work on building a campfire, as the sun was already beginning to set. As he searched the woods for firewood Stanley could not help but think about the actions which took place on the way here. He had seen things he had never seen before, and he felt rather sad that he had yet to experience them. He also battled with jealousy for the other boys, all being pleasured by a busty girl. "Busty girl…" he thought. With the mention of those words, all previous thoughts left his mind. So these girls had some nice C's on them – they were nothing compared to Bustygirlbff. He wondered what the other boys would say if Bustygirlbff showed up at camp looking for him. Would the girls be jealous? Would they accept him more if they knew that he was with someone much hotter than them? As he mulled things over in his fantasy world he collected a vast amount of wood. When he had had enough he figured it was about time to head back to the campsite, but on his way someone blocked his path. It was dark, as the sun had long since been set, but as he approached the figure he recognized the curvy silhouette of Jennifer. "Stanley!" she called, running towards him. "What?" Stanley asked, somewhat startled. "I've been looking everywhere for you." She said. "You have?" "Yes!" Jennifer slowed down and took a few steps closer to him. "The girls and I are thinking about taking a dip, and we were hoping you could join us." Stanley stared back blankly at her. "You mean…in the lake?" Jennifer nodded. "What about the guys?" Stanley asked. "They're all busy searching for firewood." Jennifer said. "And besides…" she added, pushing herself up against his body. "We want a real man…" Stanley was awestruck. He couldn't believe what Jennifer was asking him. "We might even decide to go skinny dipping…" Jennifer added. Stanley made a noise that sounded like he was out of breath. "Hurry and take the firewood back to the campsite!" Jennifer said, backing off. "Then meet us at the lake in ten, okay? See ya there!" She blew a kiss to Stanley. Stanley stood there holding the firewood in his hands for a moment contemplating on what just happened. Then, without warning, he dropped the firewood and sprinted off towards the lake. As he approached, he could see all four girls taking their clothes off by means of the full moon that shimmered slightly over the lake. Amy was the first to take her top off, revealing a very cute bikini top. Soon the other girls followed suit, all showing off their bikinis. When they had all stripped down to just their swimsuits they had a short dispute over who would emerge themselves in the lake first, as the water was freezing cold. Each girl dunked one toe into the lake and then quickly backed off. Stanley watched their beautiful breasts bounce and jiggle inside their tops as they jumped back. He also thought he could make out their nipples growing harder and harder from the cold water. Three of the girls finally teamed up and pushed Sharon into the water. Sharon tripped and stumbled in headfirst, quickly being enveloped by the freezing lake water. For a second or two the water was still, but then Sharon's head popped out and she flung her blond hair back. She walked forward until her upper body was out of the water; her breasts bouncing, big and wet, above the lake water. Seeing that the water was fine, the other girls decided to get wet as well. Slowly but surely they each made their way deeper and deeper into the lake until they, too, felt the cold water of the lake rushing and flowing passed their beautiful bodies. They engaged in a quick water splash fight as three of the girls had yet to get their hair wet. The sounds of laughter, girlish giggles, and splashing water filled Stanley's ears. Once his hard on had reached its peak, he stepped out into the open and made himself visible to the girls. They noticed him and waved him over. "Hey Stanley!" Jennifer said. "Come on in, the water's fine." Only their heads were visible above the water, Stanley noticed, as he took his shirt off and made his way into the lake. "Wait!" Jennifer stopped him. Stanley saw her make a few movements beneath the water, and to his delight her hands emerged from the lake holding her bikini top. She crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Stanley's feet. She looked over at Sharon and gestured silently with her eyes to do the same. Sharon complied, and soon the other girls did as well. Before long Stanley had four soaking wet, extremely cold bikini tops lying at his feet. My Summer at Camp Chestlake Ch. 01 "Your turn." Jennifer said, seriously. Stanley quickly took off his socks and shoes. Then he unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down, along with his boxer shorts. The girls burst into laughter as his penis came into view. Stanley wasn't sure why they were laughing, but he hoped it wasn't because his penis was small. "Get him!" he heard someone shout from behind him. By the time he turned around four pairs of hands were reaching out for him, and soon he found himself lifted up off the ground. He was confused at first. But then he heard voices and realized that it was Brad and his friends who were holding him up. They were moving swiftly through the woods, and soon the ground took a turn upwards and Stanley found himself looking down at his captors. "What the fuck??" Stanley shouted. "What the hell? Guys, come on!" "Shut it, nerd!" Jake shouted. Stanley tried to kick his way free, but two guys were holding his legs down. "Dude, hold him tighter!" James said. "He almost kicked me in the face." "Stop being a bitch." Barry said. "We're almost there." "Where?" Stanley asked. But no one answered. After a moment of quick silence they stopped. Stanley could feel cold air rushing passed his naked body, making him shiver. All four of the guys had a solid grip on him and he was too weak to free himself. "Dude this is the best prank ever!" James said. Then, without warning, Stanley left the hands of the four boys and felt even more air gushing passed him as he was thrown from their grip. He could make out the outline of a large cliff as his airtime reached its peak, and then he was falling. He began having a panic attack. He was so confused, humiliated, and terrified. Everything went silent as he descended down even further; Brad and his friends becoming like ants. He landed, back first, and the last thing he saw was water rushing passed his entire body. * * * * * * "Stanley! Stanley! Are you awake?" He heard someone talking, almost shouting at him. The darkness faded as he slowly opened his eyes, only to be replaced by a blurry perception. He saw a light bulb burning brightly overhead. As he turned his gaze down slowly he saw that there were wooden walls around him, and a bed directly in front of him. He was in a cabin of some sort, but just as he realized this someone interrupted his thoughts. "Stanley! Say something!" They positioned themselves directly in front of his gaze and Stanley was slowly able to see who it was. It was Lacey. "Say something!" she pleaded. "L-Lace? Is that you?" "Oh Stanley!" she leaned down and clutched him to her giving him a hug. "You had me worried." "Wh-what are you doing here?" Stanley asked. "I should ask you the same thing. Someone found you floating in the lake towards our camp. I ran out to see who it was and boy was I surprised!" "Your camp?" "Yes. This is my camp." Stanley looked around him, taking in his surroundings and letting his mind and body settle from the shock he had just experienced. She was right. He was in a cabin. There were bunk beds around him, and trunks; probably filled with clothing or other supplies. And Lacey… "Lacey!!" Stanley exclaimed as he finally took her fully into his gaze. "You- you're-" "Busty." She interrupted. "Yeah!" Stanley agreed. Lacey had indeed had her chest upgraded by at least two cup sizes. They were massive and beautiful, and they stretched her gray t-shirt out to its limits. Stanley couldn't believe his eyes. Was this really happening? "It's just like in my dream…" he trailed off. "Dream?" Lacey asked. "What dream?" "This is a dream." Stanley trialed off again. "It has to be. There's no other explanation. I'm gonna wake up wet in the middle of the night just like I did before." "Stanley…you're freaking me out. You must be having some sort of side effect from whatever it is that happened to you." "Bustygirlbff…dreams…" Stanley spoke on. "I'm gonna have the nurse check you out." Lacey said. "Not real…not real…" Stanley ignored her. Lacey had a solemn and troublesome look on her face. "Oh…they're real." She said. "No…" Stanley continued. "Not real…just not real…" "Stanley!" Lacey said, getting frustrated. "They're real!" "No…no…" Lacey let out a large sigh. She took Stanley's hand in her own and placed it on her left breast. Stanley snapped out of his dream-like trance almost immediately and let out a huge gasp. Lacey pressed his fingers into his, pushing his hand deeper and deeper into her boob and allowing him to squeeze. She squeezed her tit through his hand over and over and then moved it across her huge rack to her right jug. She gave it the same treatment with his hand. Stanley gasped as he felt her busty titflesh sink into his hand, so soft and spongy. Lacey pulled her hand off and let Stanley squeeze her big melon of his own accord, which he did. Lacey's big boob bounced slightly as he cupped and squeezed it eagerly, hungrily. Her nipple grew harder and her boob swelled in his grip as he squeezed the big juicy melon with all his lust. They were definitely real. Even though he had only felt her up through her shirt, he could tell they were real. The soft material of her gray shirt only added to the soft, abundant titflesh it hid underneath. Lacey took his hand and pulled it off her huge tit with some difficulty. When she finally did, Stanley was in a sort of lost and confused daze, like a child that had just had a toy taken from him. She stood up to leave, and Stanley saw her full figure for the first time since he awoke. She was absolutely stunning. Her silhouette put Jennifer's to shame, as well as every other girl in her pack. Her curves were unlike anything Stanley had ever seen, in real life or otherwise, and seeing those curves on Lacey was like looking at a natural wonder. Her huge tits stood out from the rest of her slim body; which curved dangerously in all the right places. Her butt ballooned out and begged to be spanked and prodded, sitting atop a pair of long, smooth and slender legs. A light bulb burned brightly overhead, and as the warm light filled the room it shined against Lacey's perfect back like a sweet and innocent star revealing a most beautiful landscape; that which could corrupt the minds of men. Her busty silhouette stayed sewn into Stanley's brain and made his blood run hot, right down to his throbbing erection. She was all that existed, and all that would ever exist; her dull surroundings made beautifully irrelevant by her mind-blowing beauty. Stanley was awestruck. He knew that he was part of the selected few that would ever see such a sight; that he was special. From this point on in his life, anything that happened would lose all meaning when compared to this moment; he was ready to live the rest of his life reveling in what was happening now, or die a very happy man for if looking at Lacey meant looking at Heaven, then life was simply an obstacle. Secretly, he hoped he was gazing at a goddess. That meant life was a precious gift, and he would spend it enticed by Lacey's beauty for as long as he could. Lacey arched her back where she stood, letting the warm light pour down over her busty body right before Stanley's eyes. She had bigger boobs than Sharon, a finer rear than Jennifer, more attitude than Cassandra, and a hidden-in-plain-sight drive like Amy's. And something told Stanley that if she asked anything of him, anything at all, he would have trouble saying no. She was the culmination of all the girls Stanley had been witness to, like some sort of stacked "superbabe," and as she stood there before him letting him bask in the glory and beauty of her almighty, undisputed, dynamite body, Stanley knew that he was now witness to something rare and spectacular, and he knew that he wasn't in Kansas anymore. "Welcome to Camp Chestlake." Lacey said. My Summer at Camp Chestlake Ch. 02 Searing pain overwhelmed his corneas as Stanley opened his eyes. The light bulbs overhead were unforgiving and uninviting. He immediately had to close his eyelids down over their glare but after doing this a few times the pain started to subside and he was able to look around freely. As soon as he took in his surrounding environment he knew that the dream he had had was no dream at all; everything that had taken place was imprinted in his memory like children writing their names in wet cement. It was both embarrassing and amazing all at the same time. Still, as he looked around inside the dimly lit cabin he saw that he was surrounded by remnants of femininity; much to his delight. Everything inside reeked of sugar and spice, and he had never felt so out of place in his entire life. He imagined this is what it must've felt like to be kidnapped, or perhaps even knocked unconscious and simply waking up someplace else. He sat up straight, and that's when he noticed the pain in his head. He had a pounding headache, and as he clutched his face in his hands and rubbed his temples he would have given anything to get rid of it. As he sat there in someone else's bed he started to wonder what would become of him now. He felt as though his very well-being was at stake, as if the events of yesterday would have a negative impact on today. Toughening out his headache proved to be more difficult than simply waiting it out. The lights in the cabin were the bane of his existence; however...they did offer him the necessary help he needed to properly look around. As he did so he felt a lot like a spy, but rather than spying on other countries or intelligence agencies he was spying on the opposite sex. On the wall next to him were cut-outs and posters of various rock bands and other celebrity figures. They were laid out randomly and held up crudely with pieces of scotch tape. Many of the paper clingings were overlapping, and he made the accurate deduction that the girl who usually slept in this bed wasn't very organized. Directly across from his bed was another, and unlike the plain sheets that he slept on the others had vibrant colored patterns on them; as did the bed in the corner across from it. Both beds and areas were neatly organized, with science-related cutouts and the like strewn out across their respective walls. The cutouts were held in place with thumbtacks - one cutout right next to the other- until both sets of customized wallpaper met between the two windows on that side of the cabin. On the other side of the door was the final bed. This one was much different than the others. Several colors lit up that area of the cabin, but the color that was mainly in use was pink. The sheets on the bed were fluffy, and bulged out like a giant pink cloud. Unlike the other walls in the cabin the walls in this area were cluttered with pictures of teen heartthrobs and handsome actors. Where the other walls maybe had just a few pictures of men between the other pictures which helped express themselves, the girl who took up residence in the final area had at least three pictures of men for every one picture on the other girls' walls. With the pounding in his head still going on Stanley had not noticed the giggling. But as he stared around at the beds and walls of the cabin his mind started to churn, and this helped to fight off the massive headache he was experiencing. When his headache finally stopped pounding he was able to hear obvious giggling coming from the front of the cabin. His eyes trailed over to the door and he saw that it was cracked open only slightly. He saw a pair of eyes and a flash of red hair peek out through the cracked door and then retreat. In instinct he threw himself back down on the bed and covered up with the bed sheets. It was then that he noticed his clothes were no longer wet from his late night swim, and only after he realized this did he realized that he was fully clothed - right down to his shoes. Sheepishly, he buried his head under the bed sheets as well. His face began to grow flushed as he realized that there were two girls giggling. He heard them open the door and step in slowly, all the while trying to conceal their giggling from him. His body became stiff as a board as though the embarrassment of the situation was too much for him to handle, and he shut his eyes tight in an effort to escape the situation even more as he felt the two girls step to his bedside. The giggling was still going on, but one of the girls spoke in between stifling laughs. "Umm...Stanley?" she said. Unsure about how to proceed, Stanley simply spoke from beneath the sheets; refusing to face the two girls - and reality. "Yeah?" he said, his voice cracking slightly in nervousness. He listened to the two girls giggle some more, and a moment later the other girl spoke up. "Um...it's us, Stanley - Becca and Mona. You know, from school?" "Rebecca?" Stanley asked from under the covers. "And Ramona?" "Yeah, that's right Stanley." The first girl said. "Lacey told us about what happened to you." Stanley tried his best not to groan. Indeed he was familiar with the two girls at his bedside. They were twin sisters, and some of the smartest girls in school. They weren't quite as smart as he was, but when they put their minds together they were a force to be reckoned with. In Stanley's mind the two girls embodied the term 'nerd,' maybe even as much as he himself did. When he thought of them images of their carrot-top hair came to mind, along with their pale white skin and freckled faces. In chem class the two were always partners, and Stanley always took comfort in the fact their hair was always frizzy and they always opted to wear the whitest lab-coats available. It made him look like less of a geek in comparison to the two 'mad scientist chicks' that stood next to him. "You guys...you came all the way over here? Just to check on me?" Stanley asked, his eyes shut tight still. There was a brief moment of silence in which the girls did not giggle. Stanley could tell that they were having some sort of unspoken conversation on the other side of the sheet he was hidden under. "No, we didn't, Stanley..." Rebecca said. "We go to camp here." Stanley tried to hide the fact that he was frowning, although he had no idea why he was trying to hide it. The two girls couldn't see him underneath the sheet, nor could he see them for that matter. "Stanley..." Ramona said. "Becca and I know how you must feel, but you can't stay buried under that blanket forever." "I...uh..." Stanley said, trying to sound cool and composed. "...yeah, I know..." "So why don't you just let us see your face, then?" Rebecca asked. "You don't have to get up or anything. Just pull the blanket off your head. You know - take it slow." "Uhh...I don't know..." Stanley said, still unsure about how to proceed. "C'mon Stanley, it's us! You know us." Ramona said. "We have classes together all the time! Hey, maybe you can even help us with our summer project? What do you say?" "Umm...well..." Stanley said. He was becoming paranoid that the girls could see him now. For some reason he felt as though they could see how red his face was and how nervous he was feeling. "Stanley..." Rebecca said in a nurturing and soothing voice. "Everyone knows you're the smartest one in school..." Rebecca's comment did help him to feel better. He felt his hands stop shivering, and his body began to loosen up. He also began to think that even if the two sisters had seen him naked he probably didn't have much to worry about. Becca and Mona were very unsightly; so much so that Stanley doubted they had ever even had boyfriends, much less seen a boy naked. The nerdy redheads were built like ironing boards, and Stanley figured that girls like them who sported flat buns and a flat chest probably didn't have dates lining up at their front door. The girls heard him let out a deep sigh, and a moment later Stanley started to pull the blankets down from over his head. The first thing he saw were their faces looming over him, and after taking both of them in Stanley couldn't help but gasp and stare. Becca and Mona looked nothing like he remembered. Both girls now sported a lighter shade of hair and were more on the strawberry-blonde side, and their faces no longer had freckles. In fact, both girls now had model good looks - and neither girl wore a pair of glasses. The girls stared down at him with their beautiful blue eyes. Stanley noticed that their skin was probably the smoothest he had ever seen on a girl...even girls in magazines. They had no blemishes, and the way the light hit them he was reminded of how Lacey had looked the night before. As the two girls straightened up Stanley felt his jaw drop as he now took in the sight of their gorgeous bodies. Their newly acquired figures put all of the popular girls to shame. On the left Rebecca had a hand on her hip accentuating her hour-glass figure. Her green athletic shorts hugged her hips tightly and barely covered the swell of her round ass. The color of her shorts matched the color of her eyes; eyes which were now staring at the shocked look on Stanley's face as though it were his normal expression. To her right Ramona stood with perfect posture - carefree and proud. Like her sister she also wore a pair of green shorts, but since she was standing perfectly upright with her hands on her sides her ass was not displayed as prominently. Both girls were wearing basic cotton t-shirts, but what Stanley couldn't believe was the effect their chests were having on them. He remembered the girls being obviously flat-chested, A-cups for certain, but the tits they now possessed were causing their tees to stop short at their midriffs. Their belly buttons and surrounding skin regions were completely exposed; and the bottom of their shirts dangled half a foot from their ribs. Stanley gaped at the two newly formed redheads and the way their new boobs now jutted from their bodies like two pairs of twin torpedoes. Becca and Mona had gone through a drastic transformation; so much so that Stanley could barely recognize them, yet both girls were acting as though they hadn't noticed their hair changing color, their breasts growing bigger, and their bodies morphing into overall slender and busty figures. "There you go." Rebecca said, her head leaning down to look directly at his face. "Isn't that better?" "Uhh...Rebecca?" Stanley asked with a slight stutter. "Yeah, Stanley?" the redhead responded. "Um...is that really you? And Mona, too?" Stanley's eyes grew wide and he had to lean back slightly as Ramona leaned down so that her face was right above his. She also placed both hands on her hips which caused her already jutting rack to jut even more just inches from the scrawny teen's face. Stanley started breathing heavy as he now had an up close and personal view of Ramona's heaving chest. "Stanley are you sure you're okay?" she asked. The nerdy teen gulped as he struggled to answer her question. "Ye...yes. I'm okay." A moment later he almost had to change his answer as the other redheaded sister leaned down next to him as well. Stanley was in awe as both pairs of tits were practically touching as they stood proudly side by side right in front of his face. "Are you sure?" Rebecca asked. Stanley nodded his head, but never once took his eyes off the two strained white t-shirts in front of him. In the past he might have granted Rebecca and Ramona B cups when he pictured them in his mind's eye, but the tits they were displaying in front of him now had to be at least Ds. Scientifically he knew that it was near impossible for the two girls to achieve breasts of that caliber in such a short amount of time...near impossible... And there was no mistaking it. Rebecca and Ramona had had simultaneous growth spurts of massive proportions. Stanley had to gawk as he realized the two twin sisters had upgraded their four mosquito bites to four massive melons. "You don't look fine..." Ramona said, causing Stanley to break the intense gaze his eyes were giving the girls' chests. "Yeah, Stanley...she's right." Rebecca said, as she reached out and took the blanket from his hand. "Maybe we'd better make sure you're alright..." Ramona said as she, too, reached for the blanket. Together the two sisters yanked the sheets away from Stanley's grip; exposing his body to their view. "No!" Stanley yelped, before he realized how much of a nerd he must have sounded like. A moment later, however, he remembered that he was fully clothed; and both Becca and Mona had what looked like disappointment in their eyes. "Hey..." Rebecca said. "I thought Lace said he was naked." "She did!" Ramona replied. "I was right there with you when she said it." "Why...why do you want to see me naked?" Stanley asked. The two busty sisters turned their attention to the nervous boy in the bed, and they both smiled at him lewdly. "Hush, Stanley." Rebecca shushed him. "The girls are talking." "Whoa!" Ramona exclaimed, pointing to Stanley's crotch. "Look at that thing!" Her sister turned her gaze to Stanley's bulge, and as Stanley followed her eyes to his crotch he immediately became self-conscious and covered it with his hands. "I guess you like what you see here, don't you, Stanley?" Rebecca inquired as she placed one hand on her hip and one behind her head in an effort to strike a pose for him. "You slut!" Ramona protested. "He's been staring at me this whole time. Or haven't you noticed?" She now struck a pose for him as well, and Stanley continued to gawk at the two beauties as they posed for him; trying to grab his attention. "Nuh uh!" Rebecca said. "He's been staring at me! Haven't you, Stanley?" "Stanley?" Ramona said, as both she and Rebecca turned to him mid-pose. "Stanley??" "Stanley!" Rebecca yelled. "Uhh...uh, well...you two...ummmm..." Stanley stuttered. Before yesterday he had never known women could be as sexy as this, but now he had two such sexy women competing for his gaze in some sort of modeling contest. His cock was growing unbearably rigid, and he could already tell that if the two redheaded babes kept up their posing he was going to lose it. "Alright, break it up you two!" All three of them turned their heads to the door to find Lacey walking in. Like Becca and Mona she wore a simple outfit consisting of athletic shorts and a white tee, but with the added addition of her own pair of newfound assets her tee shirt was stretched even thinner. Stanley noticed that she had her black hair done up in pigtails, and she had opted not to wear her glasses today. As she approached the three of them Stanley found his attention drawn not only to her bust but also to her white tennis shoes and gym socks. When she finally got to where the twins stood she crossed her arms over her chest and addressed both of them at once. "Stanley has enough to worry about without you two relentlessly harassing him." Lacey said. "Fawn is in the mess hall cleaning up. Why don't the two of you help her?" "That sounds booooooring!" Ramona said as she draped her body across Stanley's legs and caressed his pants. "We wanna hang out with Stanley..." "Yeah..." Rebecca added. "He's the only one here smart enough for us to have a decent conversation with." Stanley could feel Ramona's hand creeping up his inner thigh on the outside of his pants. He felt his manhood growing more and more excited as she inched her way closer to his bulge. "Okay...I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that." Lacey said, furring her eyebrows at the twin by her feet. "Stanley and I need to have a real conversation." The nerdy teen felt the back of Becca's hand brush against his bulge, and a moment later he could feel her hand rotating. She was about to grab it, and he braced himself. "Ugh!" Rebecca said as she threw her arms to her sides and stomped one of her small feet down on the floor. "Mona, let's go!" Stanley gasped as he felt Mona's hand give his bulge a quick tug, and a moment later she let go and was climbing off him. "Byeeeee, Stanley..." She said as she blew him a kiss. Becca also waved goodbye and the two exited the cabin together. Distraught, Stanley struggled to keep his excitement under control. Staring up at Becca and Lacey standing side-by-side was better than any porno he had ever watched; despite the lack of sexual activity. Their boobs had been so close to each other's that they had almost touched, and Stanley was having a difficult time getting that image out of his head. He had his eyes shut tight and his teeth gritted as he tried to keep his cock from exploding. "Hey, Stanley!" Lacey exclaimed, suddenly. The distraught boy felt relief sweep over his body as he managed to calm his erection down. Only a few drops of his seed had escaped, and he was actually happy he had not reached orgasm for fear of wetting his pants. "Uhhhh..." Stanley moaned as he threw his arms out. One arm dangled over the side of the bed, and the other collided with the wall. "What's the matter with you?" Lacy asked with annoyance in her voice. "Nothing," Stanley said as he breathed in and out deeply. "Just trying to relax, that's all." "Well stop it." Lacey said, glaring down at him hard. "Just because I let you sleep in my bed doesn't mean it's yours." "This is...your bed?" Stanley asked, a bit surprised. "Of course." Lacey explained. "Who else would let a punk like you sleep in their bed?" Stanley shrugged as he sat up and let his legs dangle over the side of the bed. He sat on the edge and continued his conversation with the black-haired beauty. "Look, Stanley." Lacey said, her posture exerting her authority over him. "You're not supposed to be here. We could get in trouble if our camp counselors find you." "Oh, well...I'm sorry, I guess..." Stanley spewed. "I didn't exactly ask to be here..." He trailed off as he stared at Lacey's huge rack. It was mind boggling how much larger she and the other girls had grown. Stanley didn't want to discredit the twins in any way, but he couldn't help but notice how much larger Lacey's tits were than theirs. Even if Becca and Mona had put their tits together and added them up somehow their mutual bra size still wouldn't add up to Lacey's. "I know." Lacey said, sitting down next to Stanley on the bed. "I've been thinking...and I think the best thing to do would be for me to call your parents and have them pick you up somewhere close by." "What?" Stanley asked, disappointed by the prospect of being sent away. "I can't go home! My parents were so happy that I'd finally found some friends. They'll be devastated when they find out what really happened!" Lacey frowned. She knew Stanley was probably right, but she couldn't think of anything else to do with him. Stanley was frowning as well. Everything he had said was true, but he also didn't want to leave all these busty girls behind...especially Lacey. Seeing her with her new boobs was literally a dream come true for him, and although he lacked the physical prowess to make the rest of his dreams come true he was perfectly content to be a sole male witness to their busty beauty. Besides, he was pretty sure he could be labeled the dumbest idiot on Earth if he were to give this up, and that's not a title he was looking to obtain. "Well, why not just lie to them?" Lacey asked. "Just tell them you're not feeling well and you had to come home. Or tell them you didn't think it was fun." "I don't know... "He said, his frown growing more and more depressing. "My mom can always tell when I'm lying..." "Fuck, Stanley, I'm at a loss here!" Lacey said, getting up off the bed quickly and putting her hands on her hips as she faced away from her friend. "I literally don't know what else to do!" My Summer at Camp Chestlake Ch. 02 Stanley eyed her curvy rear as she stood a few feet in front of him. She was unaware that her hands were causing her hips to flare her ass out; making it appear bigger and more prominent than it actually was. Stanley had never considered himself an ass guy, but Lacey was challenging his thought process on the subject. "Look, Stanley..." Lacey said, turning to face him. "I've been rescuing you since we were little kids...but I don't think I can rescue you from this one." "What...what do you mean, Lace?" Stanley asked. Lacey had to turn away from him; he was looking up at her with puppy dog eyes, and she wasn't sure if she could continue without falling apart. "I'm saying...you need to find a way out of this on your own." Stanley didn't say a word as he slumped his shoulders. He bent forward from his seated position and hung his head; resting his elbows on his inner thighs. "Why not stay here?" Both Lacey and Stanley turned to the door and saw Rebecca and Ramona peering through the doorway with their heads turned sideways. The rest of their bodies were hidden from view. "Dammit, Becca! I thought I told you two to get the hell out of here!" Lacey yelled at them. "Don't you guys think you're coming on a little strong?" Stanley's eyes looked for the source of that voice, and as he gazed over to the doorway where the twins were hiding he saw another girl enter from behind them. Her wavy, brown hair bounced on her shoulders as she approached, and Stanley was in complete shock as he took in the rest of her. Her legs were the longest he had ever seen on a girl; but it might have been that her shorts were just a little shorter than the other girls. Stanley gulped as the girl apparently didn't have an affection for modesty; her shorts were practically panties with a different material. Like the other girls, her midriff was completely exposed due to the size of her enormous tits. Stanley found it difficult to decipher just how big they were, but he could tell from her current distance that they were huge. Like the twins she had green eyes, and as she approached Stanley and stood next to the dark-haired Lacey Stanley had trouble looking anywhere else but her deep emerald pools. "Hey, Fawn." Lacey, said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I was just telling Stanley that he has to find his own way out of this." "She's right, Stanley." The brunette said. "You need to figure something out." "Uhhh...uhhh..." Stanley stuttered as he had finally mustered the will to pull his eyes away from her smooth face. He was now ogling the brunette's chest as if she had given him permission. What he was staring at was impossible for him to put into words. Fawn's chest was even bigger than Lacey's. Stanley didn't think it was possible, but now that Fawn and Lacey were standing side by side he was able to finally compare the two sets of giant hooters. Fawn was not shy in displaying her rack as prominently as she could, and Lacey must have felt slightly self-conscious standing next to her because she had opted to try and cover her chest with her arms - an admirable feat that had little effect. But while Lacey had trouble containing her massive breasts with her skinny and dainty arms, Fawn had simply opted to not even try. Her tits stood out high and proud, and her entire demeanor screamed, "Look at me; I don't give a fuck." Stanley couldn't believe Lacey's tits could be dwarfed by another girl, but here was this busty brunette standing right in front of him. Torn between wanting to ogle the new girl and staying loyal to Lacey it was all he could do to keep from stammering like an idiot. "HOLY...er...I mean...uh...fuck...!" he stuttered, prompting both girls to raise an eyebrow at him. "Well, Stanley?" Lacey asked. "Have you decided?" "Umm...I..." "Yeah, Stanley..." Fawn added. "What's your choice?" Stanley froze as Fawn's massive jugs filled his vision. Her tee shirt had small creases just under the neckline where her garment refused to remain outstretched. As it stood, the bottom of her breasts were barely covered; and Stanley figured she had tried to get the shirt to cover part of her midriff but just couldn't bring it down that far over her chest. His scientific mind noted that because of the added movement from walking and other miscellaneous actions Fawn's melons had caused the shirt to bunch up slightly. He turned his gaze to the right and took in the sight of Lacey's awesome rack. Like Fawn, her shirt also had difficulty covering her midriff; but unlike her friend her shirt had no creases. This gave the illusion that her breasts were silky smooth; like two soft pillows Stanley could rest his face on. Turning back to Fawn he realized that he wanted nothing more than to grab hers... But gazing back at Lacey he just wanted to have them in his face. Hands... Face... Hands... Face... "Well which is it Stanley?" Lacey asked. "Huh?" Stanley said, apparently Lacey and Fawn had been having a conversation while he had been eye-humping their chests. Even as he spoke now his focus was entirely on Fawn's big beauties. "Um, Stanley?" she said, gesturing to his face with her index finger. "My face is up here?" "Oh...um! Right, right...God, I'm sorry!" Stanley stammered, struggling to apologize. He turned to Lacey, and the busty raven-haired beauty simply rolled her eyes. "Well, have you decided?" Fawn said. "Are you going to stay or go?" Stanley felt he was at a loss for a moment. He clearly had thrown himself out of the loop. The girls had obviously had some sort of exchange in which they thought he was involved, but Stanley had missed every word of it. But despite not knowing what had been said he went with his gut, and his lust, and told the two chesty babes the answer to her question before he himself even knew what the answer was. "Yes!" He said, excitedly. "I'm going to stay!" Both girls now put their arms to their sides and stood upright; staring down at Stanley as if surveying him. "Wow, Stanley. I didn't think you had it in you." Lacey said. "What do you mean?" the scrawny nerd asked. "Not many people are willing to stay the night in the isolation cabin, let alone the whole summer!" Fawn said. "Isolation cabin? The whole summer??" Stanley stuttered. "Or however long you'll be staying." Fawn added. Stanley looked over at the twins standing in the doorway. They were giggling the same way he had heard when he had been hiding from them under Lacey's blanket. And with Lacey now on his mind he decided to turn to her for an explanation or any sort of help, but she was remaining oddly silent. No doubt upset that he had 'decided' to stay at Camp Chestlake. "Come with me, Stanley." Lacey said, startling him and turning to leave. "I uh...er...Lace! Wait up!" Stanley called after her. He was slow to get up; Fawn's fantastic funbags were teasing him with a slight jiggle as the busty brunette gently crunched her fingers into her palm in a light wave. "Byeeee, Stanley..." She said, mocking him with a smile. Rebecca and Ramona continued to giggle as he ran passed them in the doorway. They were busily taunting him with their laughter, and so he didn't receive a farewell from them like Fawn had given. "Lacey! Wait!" Stanley yelled after his big-breasted friend. She was already stepping on to a trail some distance away. "What is it, Stanley?" Lacey said with an annoyed tone as her nerdy friend caught up to her. "You can't possibly believe I would just leave you here." "I was just wondering if you could tell me more about this isolation cabin?" "What's to tell?" Lacey spat, as she guided Stanley away from the main trail. "It's a cabin. And it's isolated. End of story." "Oh." Stanley said as he carefully stepped over some rocks behind Lacey. Once again he found himself admiring Lacey's well-toned ass. It was so close to him he could reach out and grab it. "Are you mad at me or something, Lace?" Stanley asked. The pair of campers were now heading up a hill, and Stanley now found Lacey's beautiful posterior just inches away from his face. He could hear Lacey grunting under her breath as they climbed to the top; that combined with the beautiful swell of her buns, the stretching of her shorts, and the way her shorts creased inward to accommodate for her lusty ass crack was giving him a rager. "Why would I be mad?" Lacey asked, still with that annoyed tone. Stanley noticed that there was a hint of frustration in it as well. "I don't know..." He said. "But I kind of feel like you think this is my fault." The two of them stopped as the ground reached a plateau. Ahead of them was nothing but flat ground. "Look, I know it's not your fault that you got thrown into the river." Lacey said. "But you didn't have to stay." "What do you-" "Stanley, did it ever occur to you that we could get in trouble for this? What if the counselors find out? We'll be sent home!" "I'm sorry!" Stanley said, chasing after Lacey as she had turned and abruptly started to walk. "That's not my intention!" "I know it's not your intention, Stanley!" Lacey snapped without turning around. "This is a camp for girls. Why the hell would you want to stay?" Stanley paused as the two finally reached a cabin. It really was quite a way from the main campsite, indeed Stanley could see why they called it the isolation cabin. "This is your cabin." Lacey said, pointing to the door as Stanley finally caught up to her and stood at her side. "It's just like all the others, only no one ever uses it." "When you guys said isolation cabin, I guess I just kind of assumed it was used as some kind of punishment." "It is." Lacey said. "But the girls and I will make sure to let you know if something happens. God, Stanley...if word gets out that there's a boy at Camp Chestlake..." "It won't." Stanley said, stepping up to the cabin along with his friend. Lacey opened the door for him and Stanley stepped inside. "There's only two beds." Lacey said gesturing to the bare room Stanley was standing in. "Pick one." Stanley walked over to one of the beds, and then realized he didn't have any clothes or belongings. At some point he was going to have to figure something else out. As his mind started to wander he became vaguely aware that Lacey was leaving as he caught the door starting to shut through his peripheral vision. "Lacey!" he said. Startled, the busty raven-haired beauty turned to her friend. "Yeah?" "About earlier, when you were mention...err, the reason I wanted to stay?" Lacey wasn't responding as Stanley met her gaze. "It's just...I have questions." Lacey groaned. "Ugh, Stanley. We'll answer all your questions tomorrow, okay?" she said. "No, I know." Stanley said, trying his best to make the best out of their awkward exchange. "It's just...I want to stay because, well...from a scientific standpoint, I have questions." "Questions that we can't answer for you?" she said. "I don't know." Stanley answered. "Maybe, maybe not. You guys have gone through some pretty big...er, changes. I'd kind of like to know why." "There's an explanation for that, you know." Lacey said, the frustration in her voice growing. "Which we'll tell you about tomorrow." "Yeah, but, you know me Lace. Even once I have an explanation I still like to experiment." For the first time in what seemed like forever Lacey let her guard down and giggled a sigh of relief. "Yeah, you're right, Stanley. I do know you." She said as she started shutting the door again. "You slept through most of the day, and you'll need to sleep through most of the night today. Most of the activities start around 5AM, so the girls and I will be turning in in a few hours too." "Thanks, Lacey." Stanley said, throwing himself on a bed. "Goodnight, Stanley." Lacey replied, even though it was still light out. Stanley shut his eyes as Lacey closed the door, and a few moments later his mind went blank. * * * * * * * * "Stanley! Stanley, wake up!" Underneath his sheets Stanley could feel he had a huge erection. He didn't know if he'd been dreaming or not, but as he opened his eyes he saw a figure standing over his bed. "Oh, shit!" Stanley said, sitting up straight and causing the figure to step back some. "Stanley, it's me!" the figure said, in a girlish voice. Stanley rubbed his eyes as his vision started to focus in the dark moonlight. The hourglass silhouette of a girl came into view. "Lacey?" he asked. The figure darted down right next to him and Stanley felt a rush of red hair in his face before she brushed it away. "Lacey? No! I'm Ramona, you jerk! Why are you thinking about Lacey?" Stanley blinked as Ramona flung her hair back; putting her face to face with him. "I...I wasn't..." Stanley said, Ramona glaring at him with her emerald green eyes. "It's just...she was the last one here and -" "Save it." The redhead interrupted as she placed a hand on his chest. "I know why you were thinking about her." Stanley started to protest but then felt Ramona pushing him back. He barely had time to breathe in and exhale as he felt the back of his head hit the edge of his bed. He tilted his neck up to look at Ramona. "I said I wasn't thinking about her..." he said. But Ramona wasn't going to have that. She gripped his legs and sensually slid her palms up to his waist underneath the blanket. In what seemed like one quick motion she pulled the blanket off him and exposed his boxer shorts, and a very large tent emanating from them. "Really?" Ramona said, raising an eyebrow at the nerdy boy below her as she got on her knees at his bedside. "Do you want to rethink your answer, Stanley?" "Mona...it's not what it looks like. You know about anatomy more than anyone at school so you should know that -" "Blahh. Blahh. Bleh!" Ramona said, her fingers curling into his shorts through the hem. "Stanley I don't want to talk about the sciences right now. All I want to do is experiment." "Experiment?" Stanley asked, his body starting to shiver as he felt Ramona's hands on his bare skin. "Yes. So let's experiment." Ramona said as she pulled his shorts down to his ankles by the waistband. "Ahhhh! Shit!" Stanley exclaimed as the cold night air hit his penis unforgivingly. His entire body stiffened up like a board as his nerves had suddenly sent him into shock. His legs started to shake as his bare dick stood upright and erect, right in front of Ramona's face. His shaking was causing it to wag back and forth with the slowest of movements; like the pendulum of a clock. Ramona was staring at his cock as though she were studying it; paying attention to every movement, and every twitch. Her green eyes had a studious look in them, but just behind that was an overwhelming curiosity. Stanley couldn't see it at the time, but Ramona was just as nervous as he was. "Doesn't that feel better, Stanley?" she asked as she looked passed his throbbing erection and into his eyes. "Umm...uhhh...Ramona, what are you...I mean, what are we doing?" "Relax, Stanley." She said as her hands started to caress his inner thighs. Stanley felt a slight spasm as her touch jolted his blood with an electric sensation, but soon Ramona had him calming down as her smooth hands worked their magic on him. "I know you want this, what guy wouldn't? And besides..." She trailed off as her hands made their way to his groin. Stanley breathed in deep and held it as Ramona's fingers worked her way around the base of his cock. "...I could tell you wanted it earlier. Remember? When I was in bed with you and my sister was talking to Lacey?" Stanley only nodded as he focused his gaze on Ramona's hands around his cock. She had both hands' fingers intertwined around him, but she now took her left hand away and gripped it solely with her right. The scrawny nerd felt his groin twitch as Ramona jerked his cock up and down slowly. "Ohhhh...uhhhh..." Stanley moaned, his eyes shut tight. This was the first time a girl had ever touched his cock, and even though it wasn't exactly like he had pictured it he had to admit that it felt pretty freaking awesome. Porno had led him to believe his first time would have him being flanked by three or four busty virgin teens all begging him to take them, and although Stanley knew that that was probably never going to happen he had made peace with the fact that his first time would probably be with someone he found less than desirable - like that fat girl in his history class that always seemed to blush when he glanced her way. He had even thought that either of the redheaded sisters would make good candidates for his first time. Both girls were too engrossed in their quest for knowledge that they rarely paid attention to anything else; namely their appearances. But Stanley had also realized that they were human as well, and he figured that at some point he would have gone to a party where one of them was drunk and it will have finally happened. While that last scenario had never occurred he was more than satisfied with this one. Ramona had gone through some dangerously physical changes, and shallow as it sounded Stanley was grateful that she no longer looked like a troll doll. Gone was her frizzy, carrot-colored hair - replaced by wavy, lustrous, scarlet locks. Gone was her ironing board body - replaced by a curvy posterior and jutting chest; both accentuated by the thinness of her waist so that her body was explosive. Gone were the freckles that dotted her face and arms and other parts of her body - replaced by the silkiest skin he had ever seen on a girl. Her eyes sparkled with a luster that knew no bounds, even in the nighttime air. Her face was one of the softest he had ever seen; topped by a small, girlish nose that Stanley found just as erotic as the rest of her. Last but not least were her upgraded boobs. Stanley wasn't sure if she and the other girls had undergone some sort of mutual surgery at Camp Chestlake, but he was certain of the fact that they had increased their bust sizes in a VERY short period of time. Stanley was eager to see just how big Ramona's knockers had transformed, but his brain got in the way of his desire and told him she was probably still riddled with medical scars. But whatever the case Stanley was enjoying himself. Ramona's hand was gently gliding up and down his cock with a gracefulness he himself had never known, and he wasn't about to let his brain stop him from enjoying that. "Does it feel good, Stanley?" Ramona asked, looking up at the expressions he was making with a serious look on her face. "Am I doing a good job?" "Uhhh...uhhhh...yes, MONA!" Stanley said, vaguely unaware that he had screamed her name. He was trying his best not to focus on her too much for fear of cumming too soon, but with her talking to him and coaxing him to be aware of her presence he was finding that to be a difficult task. "Good." Ramona said, enticing Stanley to look at her. "I want you to feel good, Stanley. Just relax..." Now that she obviously had his attention she took his hand off his wanting prick and leaned back. Stanley's gaze was fixated on her jutting chest as she arched her back. Ramona reached to the bottom of her cotton shirt and lifted it up and over her head, revealing the first and only pair of twin globes Stanley had ever seen. His eyes went wide and his cock twitched as Ramona showed him exactly what he'd been wanting to see. Ramona took her left hand and guided it to her right melon. She made a fist and propped her big tits on top of her arm as she brought it across her body. She held her boobs out for him and gauged his reaction. "What do you think, Stanley? They're D cups." "Whoa! Ramona!" he said, his mouth agape; much to the busty redhead's teasing pleasure. "They're huge! They're bigger than...er...I mean..." My Summer at Camp Chestlake Ch. 02 Stanley stopped himself short as he realized he was about to insult her. Ramona's face turned to a saddened one for a moment, but then it took on her regular appearance. "Bigger than they used to be?" She said, finishing his sentence for him. "Er..." Stanley said, feeling a bit awkward for a moment. But soon Ramona had a smile on her face, and his cock was twitching once again as the redheaded teen began bouncing her boobs up and down playfully with her forearm. "You'd better believe it, big boy!" she said, puckering her lips and blowing him a kiss. "The bigger the better, am I right?" "Umm...well, I...er..." Stanley stuttered. Ramona simply rolled her eyes at his befuddlement. "Just relax, Stanley..." she said, reaching down to the base of his cock with both hands. She heard him gulp as her hands began stroking him faster than she had been previously. Stanley bucked his hips almost involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through his body repeatedly. He had never known how soft a girl's touch could be, and having his cock engulfed in Ramona's soft grasp was arguably better than anything he had experienced by himself. Ramona's hands had a natural feel that he just couldn't explain. It was as if she moisturized every inch of her skin extensively; yet Stanley knew this couldn't be the case based on his knowledge of her before Camp Chestlake. Ramona could feel his cock really throbbing now. She had never been with a boy before, but somehow she knew that Stanley wasn't going to last much longer. She attributed his newfound excitement to the fact that her boobs were now bare and bouncing free. She noticed that when he opened his eyes long enough to take in some of the action his gaze was automatically focused on her chest, and he never took his eyes off her tits through the duration of his sight-seeing. Ramona's hands now engulfed his entire shaft. Only his head was left exposed, and Stanley could feel her grip tightening on him like a vice. The busty redhead whipped her hair back and framed his cock with her tits; stroking him with her hands as her big globes offered a very scenic backdrop. "Are you ready, Stanley? Are you ready to cum? I wanna see you shoot. Please shoot it for me, Stanley..." "Oh...God...Ramona!" Stanley moaned, her dirty talk spurring him on. "Fuck this feels...so fucking good!" Ramona was focused on his expression as his scrawny body writhed and squirmed under the power of her grasp. Despite the fact she knew more or less how this little excursion would go she was genuinely surprised that he had lasted this long. Granted it hadn't been very long at all, but still... Stanley was huffing loud and trying to keep his butt pinned to the bed, but his aching erection was practically pulling him up of its own accord as though it had a mind of its own. Unfortunately for Stanley it was probably stronger than the rest of him combined, and he doubted he had the power necessary to keep his cum from spewing out of his cock like a geyser. "Do it, Stanley! Cum for me!" Ramona cooed, her tits bouncing behind his cock as she furiously jerked him off. "Cum for me!" Stanley couldn't think as he struggled to maintain his excitement. He knew he was trying to make this last as long as he possibly could, but he also knew that he didn't have the strength or will to make it happen. He doubted that even if he had the physical strength to do so his virgin mind would be beckoning his cock for release all the same. "Fuck...fuck...fuck!!" Stanley yelled as he could no longer hold back. In what seemed like one instantaneous sensation he felt his balls tighten up, his cum boiling to the tip of his cock, and a sensation of freedom as a small stream of jizz erupted from him like a volcano. "Oh! Oh!" Ramona yelped in surprise. She had known exactly what would happen, and even had a vague idea of when it would happen...yet somehow she still found herself surprised. It might have been due to the fact that she hadn't expected his cum to be as hot and sticky as it was, but she also thought it might have been the brute force his cock had exuded when it finally spasmed into bliss. Stanley obviously had some pent up reserves built up inside him somewhere. "Ahhhh! Fuckk...!" Stanley moaned as his cock continued to spasm in Ramona's tight grip. Even though his cock was throbbing hard and almost uncontrollably it didn't produce as much cum as the D-cup redhead had thought it would. She wondered if that was the case with all men, or if it was just Stanley. As it was there were only small streaks of jizz on her knuckles and the backs of her hands where his man glue had drizzled down, but her wrists were completely dry. Ramona slowed her jerking to an almost complete stop as Stanley forced more time in between bucking his hips. The skinny teen boy was all but spent as Ramona brought her hands up the length of his cock and stopped right below the tip, allowing the last of his semen to seep out. When it finally had the nerdy teen leaned back on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows. "Geez, Stanley...you really know how to get a girl going." Ramona said, teasingly as she caught his gaze. "Uhh...Ramona, I, I didn't mean. Can you just give me like, um...thirty minutes, or maybe..." "Stanley, shut up." The redhead said, finally releasing his cock from her hands and spreading her fingers apart in front of her face. "Wow, so this is what boy paste is like." "I guess so." Stanley said as she brought her glazed hands to her nose and gave them a whiff. She immediately scrunched her face up and held her hands away from her face in response. "Yeah...that definitely smells like boy." She said, bringing her right hand down to Stanley's bedside and repeatedly wiping it. As Ramona was busy wiping his jizz off her hands Stanley's chest was heaving as he finally started to catch his breath. The feelings in his gut were making him nauseous, but his mind told him it was due to holding back his semen for as long as he did. Ramona's eyes caught his gaze and he instinctively looked away. She didn't want him to know of the feelings he felt - shame, guilt, and disappointment in himself. But suddenly Ramona stood up, and as if reading his mind she leaned down into him to offer him comfort. Stanley breathed in deep and held his breath as the D cup redhead pressed her lips against his. When Stanley felt them he tried to kiss her more passionately, but only wound up missing his mark. "Relax...just relax..." Ramona whispered with encouragement. Stanley did as he was told and let his body lose tension. As he did that he felt his lips and Ramona's intertwining more fluidly now. The two teens kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but when Ramona finally pulled away from him only one minute had passed. Stanley's head was spinning. He felt as though he were having an out-of-body experience as Ramona raised up and resumed her previous posture at his bedside. Standing up straight she blew him a kiss and waved her hand. "Byeeeee, Stanley!" she said, as she fixed her clothing and hair quickly before walking towards the door. Stanley wanted to say something in return to get her to stay longer, but his words failed him and he found himself unable to speak. He opened his mouth and mouthed the words he wanted to say...but no sound emerged from his lips. As he watched Ramona's sexy ass wag back and forth while she walked out the door he saw each of her buns tighten with every step she took. Soon her beautiful ass was out the door, and so was she. Left with another steadily rising boner Stanley laid back and let his head hit the edge of the bed as loneliness crept back into the room.