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Good Times

By: ArmyWriter



"Good times." He couldn't help repeating it in his mind, over and over and over. Like an infectious 80's song by Air Supply. "Good times." Stefan usually loved his evening shower. It was when he could tune out the rest of the world and think. Some of his best ideas came to him in the shower; but not this time. This time he just stood there with the hot water running over his body, steam filling his lungs, listening to the echo in his head, "Good times!" He first heard it earlier that day and now it consumed him. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to grab the hair conditioner and jack it away. 

It's not that he was a big fan of getting himself off. In fact he really had no reason to be. He had a beautiful wife who was more than willing to "assist" him whenever, or wherever, he needed. He was not shy about taking her up on her "hospitality" either. But he knew that he made slight grunting noises when he shot his load, so jacking off at that moment was sure to get her attention as she laid in bed in the very next room half asleep, watching someone cook something or paint or sew. With his luck, she'd peek in the shower just as he sent the first jet of hot cream sailing through the air and onto the shower wall. What would he say then? How do you explain that to your wife? Besides, after what took place earlier that day, he didn't know if he would be capable of cumming yet again. 

Stefan closed his eyes and let the water flood over him hoping to cool down a bit before venturing out of the bathroom. As he began again to recall the events of earlier he did so not knowing whether or not his hand would venture to his slowly growing manhood on its own. It all began first thing that morning.

His wife had gotten an early start and headed to work without saying anything. She was gone by the time he rolled into the kitchen. It was quiet in the house and it looked to be another normal, uneventful, boring day at the grindstone. As he sipped his coffee and read the paper he secretly plotted how he might keep from going to work. He could "accidentally" slam his hand in the door and need to take the day off because of the excruciating pain and maybe even a cast. "That's stupid", he thought to himself. "I'm not gonna purposely crush my own hand!" What if he just called in sick, like his teen idol, Ferris Bueller, and spent the day running around town with Cameron. "I don't even know anyone named 'Cameron'." 

His scheming wasn't working very well and the only thing happening was that he was getting closer and closer to being late to work. His track record was not that great anyway so why chance losing his job? He didn't dislike his job. It paid well, and with the salary his wife brought in they lived a pretty good life and were able to afford everything they thought they wanted. And he certainly didn't dislike his co-workers. He had some pretty good friends at work and hung out with them once in a while, like company picnics and such. And, of course, there was Loretta. She was best thing about working at the firm and the reason he usually couldn't concentrate. A good bit of his time each day was spent thinking about her. Some days she just made it hard to think at all.

Loretta had attended law school in California. Stefan went to a mid-west school. They both joined the firm at about the same time and were assigned offices just down the hall from one another so he got at least one good look at her each day as she wandered to the filing room or went to get some water or just strolled around and chatted with their co-workers. She was very outgoing and he liked that about her. She was easy to be around. From their very first meeting, Stefan found her to be distracting, to say the least. She had gorgeous dark blue eyes that could stop a man dead in his tracks, or in his shorts if she wanted. If she happened to look at him just right, he'd have to hide behind something to keep anyone from seeing his enormous and immediate hard-on. 

Her shoulder length strawberry blond hair was always perfectly styled and the way it hung around her beautiful face automatically drew Stefan's eye to her awesome tits. They were obviously real and simply inspirational. Wars have started over lesser boobs. These were nothing shy of perfect in his eyes. Not a few of his minutes each day were spent pondering those goddess-like knockers. Frankly, she was perfect all over. Her legs were no less perfect to him. Long as the day and made for staring. He thought about kissing her thighs and sliding his hand up to her well trimmed bush. And the thought of fingering..."concentrate, man," he almost yelled out loud, "you'll never make it to work alive driving like this."

Stefan arrived at work with moments to spare. Unfortunately for him the combination of moving quickly and fantasizing about Loretta left him with a raging pair of blue-balls that caused him to nearly limp through the front door of the firm. He strolled as casually as he could, hoping no one would notice his discomfort. As he passed his secretary's desk he grabbed a small pile of messages from half a dozen clients and began thumbing through them. 

"Perhaps I can stay busy enough to keep my head in the game until lunch," he thought, heading to the break room to grab a cup of Joe while prioritizing the calls he would have to make that morning. Halfway into filling his cup Loretta strolled into the room. The way she walked insisted that anyone with a cock within 20 feet had to stop and watch. She was simply mesmerizing. She had her hair pulled back in a very professional, almost matronly, style that showed her face, neck and ears. Her outfit consisted of a simple white button up shirt with no sleeves and a black, knee length pencil skirt. The image of the tall, confident woman was only highlighted by her choice of black leather high heels that made Stefan think of little more than feeling those shoes resting on his shoulders. Her skirt was slit about halfway up one side and the front of her shirt was opened just enough to reveal only the very uppermost bit of cleavage. Nothing was clearly visible but sensing even a small portion of her girls practically forced Stefan to try and catch a peek. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he thought he could see a bit of lace peeking out from behind her lapel. The next thing he knew, a voice broke his trance. 

"Like what you see?" Loretta asked. 

In the course of the next one millionth of a second the thought to himself, "There is no way I was staring. Crap! Think of something funny to say." Then holding his cup up a little higher he stated matter-of-factly, "Coffee!" 

As he slipped back to his office he privately castigated himself, certain he could not look more stupid. An hour or so later he had regained most of his composure and headed to the copy machine. Loretta was there. Their eyes met and she gave Stefan a little smile. He wouldn't have thought anything of it until she stooped to pick up her copies and appeared to offer Stefan a near full view of her perfect tits. 

As she stood, their eyes met again and she smiled knowingly and politely said, "See ya." 

Quickly he made his copies and headed back to his desk.

Once in his office he said to himself, "I have got to call my wife." Just then Loretta appeared in his doorway. 

"What are you doing for lunch?" she asked. 

"Tying up a few loose ends here. You?" 

"Me, too," she replied. 

Something hung in the air and Stefan wanted to figure it out. He decided to explore his options. 

"I'm gonna order out. Wanna join me?" 

That sounded good to her so she stepped into his office and let the door shut behind her. She melted into one of the oversized chairs opposite the desk from Stefan. Again, silence as both of them tried to come up with some small talk in which to engage. 

Finally, Loretta said, "Sorry about that comment in the break room. You were just staring and it was kind of funny." 

Stefan chuckled, "Yeah, sorry about that. I thought I'd made you mad or something." 

"Actually it was kind of flattering," she said. 

Opportunity was knocking and he decided to take a chance, "Well, you look great today. I got a little distracted." What happened next was either proof that his risk had paid off, or that she wanted something more than small talk. 

"You never actually answered my question," she said. "Did you like what you saw?" 

His dick quickly began to come to life and he said, "Very much." 

"Wanna see more?" she asked in a very straightforward way. 

"Very much!" he replied. 

Loretta stood and quietly locked the door. She moved to the front of Stefan's desk and began to unbutton her sleeveless blouse. Stefan's cock was now like granite and it was all he could do to maintain control. He watched as she seductively slipped her shirt off her shoulders revealing those beautiful tits held by the very lace he had thought he imagined earlier in the day. 

As he stared in disbelief that this could actually be happening, Loretta moved to his side of the desk and leaned up against it. She worked her skirt up high enough to reveal that not only was she not wearing any panties, but she was waxed clean except for a narrow landing strip leading the way to one of the world's most spectacular cunts. 

Stefan was about to stand and spend all of the next second getting naked when Loretta pushed him back in his chair and said, "Not yet." With that she undid the front clasp on her bra letting her boobs hang free. They were unbelievable. She gave them a quick massage as she put one foot up on Stefan's knee. The result was that he had a full view of her flawless cunt less than 18 inches in front of his face and he could see she was hot, wet, and ready to fuck. 

Something had to be done. If he couldn't stand, he thought to himself, and least he could enjoy the feeling of those beautiful tits resting in his hands. He began to flick her nipples gently, longing to kiss and suck what he had been dreaming of all morning. 

While Stefan continued to focus on Loretta's awesome breasts, she decided to put on a show that he would not soon forget. She looked him in the eye then leaned back on his desk, resting on one arm, and with her free hand began slowly run her finger up and down the length of her twat until her labia were slick with her juices. Stefan watched in disbelief as she ran her fingers around her pussy lips and slipped one or two into her ready hole then back out. She knew he was enjoying watching her jack off. Knowing the effect she had on him pushed her closer to the edge. 

For Stefan, the sight of this goddess fingering pussy, rubbing her clit, and bringing herself to the edge of an orgasm was about all he could take. Stefan grabbed Loretta's hand and, pulling her dripping fingers out of her twat, he lifted her leg onto his shoulder, leaned forward in his chair and began to lap at her heavenly nectar. The feeling of her clit rolling under his tongue, coupled with the smell of her sex was intoxicating. He inserted one, then two fingers into her sopping hole and began to finger fuck her while sucking her clit. 

With her juice soaked hand she rolled her nipples between her thumb and index finger and whispered, "Eat my cunt. I wanna cum!" 

"This can't be happening," he thought to himself while he continued to mouth her womanhood. "In my office! At work! If we get caught we're in serious trouble!" he thought for the briefest of moments until he felt her body begin to tense and writhe under the influence of an earthshaking orgasm. He pushed his face into her crotch all the harder and licked with greater urgency wanting to make this fuck worth her while. 

All he could hear was her panting and saying, "I can't breathe!" As he pulled back from her, his lips and chin covered with her juices, she got off the desk and knelt in front of his chair. He couldn't get his pants off quick enough.

With limber fingers and incredible dexterity Loretta quickly removed Stefan's pants while he took off his shirt and tie. She reached for his throbbing cock and stroked it lovingly, looking at it, studying it, caressing it. With her other hand she gently massaged his aching balls. Then, looking him in the eye, she slipped her lips over the head of his dick and began to give him what can only be described as a world-class blowjob. 

Stefan determined not to blow his load too soon; he wanted to enjoy this. So did she. The sensation of his prick gliding in and out of her mouth was out of this world. Her warm wet tongue was magical. As she came down, sliding his entire 9 in cock deep into her throat, she would stick out her tongue and flick the front of his scrotum, pushing Stefan to the edge of spewing with nearly every stroke of her expert cock sucking. 

He knew if he came it would be over; after all, he wasn't getting any younger. But Loretta was working his cock like a pro and before long it was inevitable. She sensed he was getting close and picked up the pace. The first jet of hot man-cream caught her a little off guard as it slammed into the back of her throat and coated the inside of her mouth. It was a strong flavor, but it signaled that she knew how to suck a man off. She liked that. So did he. As his pole backed out of her mouth he continued to shoot cum on her chin, neck, and breathtaking tits. 

Stefan sat in his chair spent; his rod throbbing as the last few drops made their way to the surface and rolled down over the tip of his tool. Loretta gently picked up his softening penis and squeezed his spew out and over onto her long fingers as though his rod was a tube of tooth paste. Then she rubbed his cum all over her amazing tits and nipples while she scooped up what was still running down her chin and neck as though she were cleaning a bowl of cookie batter. She surprised him when she took her fingers, covered in his come and hers, and gently painted his nipples, neck, and lips with it before putting them into her mouth and licking them clean. 

Without thinking, he licked his lips. He leaned toward her and kissed her passionately. Their tongues danced and remixed the contents of his balls with the juice of her cunt. He had never tasted his own cum before, but the taste of their fluids mixed together was electrifying. New experiences always turned him on, and this one was no exception.

Loretta, still holding Stefan's newly limp dick said, "This won't do!" 

He started to say, "You don't understand," but before he could finish his short sentence Loretta had lifted his cock and began softly sucking and licking his balls. She had an extremely talented mouth. 

Despite what he assumed to be true, he felt a stirring in his loins. Loretta continued stroking him and sucking his sack until, to his surprise, his recently worked over tool was showing signs of life. When he got where she wanted him, she ran her tongue all the way along the underside until she was again enjoying the feeling of his cock filling her mouth. However, they both had other plans. 

Stefan stood and lifted Loretta to her feet, her tits still glistening with his cum. She again sat on the edge of his desk and spread her legs in anticipation of his assault. 

He moved forward and, making his own dream come true, lifted her feet to his shoulders. He positioned his dick head at the entrance of her vagina and slowly began pushing in. 

Loretta moaned, "I've been wanting that all day! That feels so good." She leaned back on the desk and Stefan began slowly fucking her, the lips of her twat tightly wrapped around his rock hard shaft. Stefan watched intently and as his prick invaded her cunt, her tits bounced in rhythm with his every thrust. Soon they were in a groove, Stefan fucking her like he had dreamed, and Loretta grinding her hips to meet him halfway. 

"Mmmm, fuck me! Fuck me, hard", Loretta begged. 

"Your pussy feels so good around my cock," he replied as he continued his relentless pounding of her hot hole. The sound of their "not-so-privates" slapping together mixed perfectly with the sloshing sound of her muff devouring his piston. All too soon, and to his great delight, he could feel another orgasm boiling up from his toes, ready to soak her hungry womb with his sap. Finally, he erupted into her like a volcano. He was surprised at the strength of his orgasm. It felt like he would never stop cumming. 

As he continued to fuck her, Loretta used the muscles of her cunt to milk him of every last drop to the point that it spilled out of her pussy, over his balls and onto his desk. His knees buckled and Stefan could barely stand. As his over used dick slipped out of its hiding place he slumped back into his chair, panting in time with the sexual dynamo perched in front of him on his desk. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes of lunchtime left. What the heck, he thought as he leaned forward to devour her cum-filled, cum-covered, recently fucked pussy. Slowly he began to flick her clit with his tongue, much like before. Too tired to fight, Loretta grabbed his hair and pulled Stefan's face tight into her crotch. The feeling of his warm lips on her exhausted twat was fantastic. Soon, she was again cumming to the ministrations of Stefan's talented tongue.

When he finally finished Loretta reached for Stefan's T-shirt to quickly clean herself. He began to slip into his shorts, but Loretta reached for his dick and gave him a few last seconds of oral attention; sucking, licking, and cleaning their combined sex off his softening prick. 

They both quickly dressed and Loretta headed for the door, hoping to slip out unnoticed. Just before leaving she turned and smiled at Stefan and said, "Good times!"

As he drove home that evening he kept thinking, "I really should call my wife." 

That evening, dinner was quiet, as usual. They both enjoyed a little light conversation at the table after a long day of work followed by some cuddling on the couch in front of the TV. 

Later, as he slipped into the shower before retiring for the night he kept hearing, "Good times!" It was haunting him. He stood there with the water cascading over his body replaying the events of the day in his head, recalling every detail; her words, her touch, her smell, her taste. He closed his eyes and let the water flood over him hoping to relax a bit before getting out. He stood there thinking perhaps his shower needed to be a cold one when he realized that he wasn't alone. 

Peaking through the water he saw his wife in the shower with him, her nimble hands gently lathering up his cock and balls, slowly cleaning her husband's magnificent rod. The warm water, the soapy hands, the gentle massage and soon his manhood was regaining consciousness. 

Stefan looked at his beautiful wife standing there naked in the shower with him. She had the most beautiful face and boobs that could turn a man to stone in nothing flat. Husband and wife stood looking into each other's eyes; she fondling his cock, him massaging her tits. Finally, Loretta smiled and said, "Good times, Baby!"

Good Times



Wes had asked me if I would move to California with him and I could not imagine being without him, so I said yes. We packed up and moved. After looking for two days, we found the perfect apartment. It was not big, but what is in Sacramento? The living room is open to the kitchen and dining room, and through an archway were the most amazing bedroom and a bathroom. 

We splurged and bought new furniture to fill the apartment. After only having the furniture for a day, we had it all christened and broken in. After we settled in, we found jobs and enjoyed our evenings and weekends together.

One night, lying on the couch together, we were watching television. I was lying down in front of Wes. Since moving to California, I had taken to wearing sundresses, trying to stay cool as I acclimated to the weather. Wes seemed to enjoy my change in attire. 

As we lay there snuggling on the couch with his arms wrapped around me I felt him slide his hand to my breast. Moaning softly as he continues to rub. My nipple gets hard and I feel him go hard behind me. I push my ass against him and rub him with my ass. 

His other hand moves down my side as he nuzzles my neck. He kisses my neck, licks it, and softly bites the tender flesh. I rub against him even harder. His hand reaches the hem of my dress and slowly slides it up. He can feel my smooth soft leg as he slides his hand up. I start breathing heavier and start squirming against him. He finally has my dress up around my waist and realizes that I am not wearing any panties. He groans and slides his hand to the front of my legs.

I lift my top leg and his hand moves to my stomach and then slides down between my legs. I start moaning and breathing heavily. He reaches my shaved pussy, and he sticks his tongue into my ear as his finger slides along my pussy lips.

He can feel how wet I am and I can feel how hard he is. He rolls me onto my back as he moves on top of me. I reach for his button on his pants as he sits up and pulls his shirt off. I get his pants undone and unzip them. He stands up next to the couch and pulls his pants and underwear off. He stands there for a minute letting me look him over. His body is so hot! He has the most firm body. Sculpted muscles and a fine layer of hair covering his chest and leading down to his crotch. 

As I look him over, I reach for the buttons on my dress. He reaches down and pulls my hands away. Kneeling between my legs, he unbuttons my dress. Each time a button comes undone he caresses the flesh that is newly exposed. He watches as my chest rises and falls and looks into my eyes. They have gone dark with desire and my eyelids lower. I lick my lips and he lowers his head and slowly kisses me as he continues to undo my buttons. 

Soon he has it open and sits up to look. My breasts are straining against my white lacy bra. He grins when he realizes that I am wearing the bra that comes undone on the front. He reaches for it and unhooks it. He lifts the material and exposes my breasts. My nipples are hard and inviting. He lowers his head to one breast as he rubs the other one. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, I squirm against him.

I moan and wrap my legs around his waist and lift against him. I can feel how hard his cock is. He sits up again and grabs his fully hard seven-inch long cock. He rubs it against my wet pussy lips. I gasp and try to move forward, but he will not let me. He keeps teasing me with his cock. I am so wet that I can see the head of his cock glisten with my juices. He looks at me, as he pulls back to position his cock at my entrance.

He slowly pushes into my tight pussy. My body tightens around him, and I can feel every inch of him as he slowly enters into me. I gasp, moan, and run my hands over his chest. He leans down and I wrap my legs around him to keep him where I want him. He puts his hands on the armrest above my head and starts to push in and out of me. I can feel his cock as it moves in and out of me. He grinds against my clit and I can feel my pussy tingle. I can tell that I am about ready to cum. He can tell that I am close as I start to gasp for breath. 

He starts pounding into me even harder and faster. My body tightens around his cock and I scream as I explode. As my pussy pulses around his cock, he feels the need to cum, he pounds into me a few more times before he throws his head back and yells as he explodes inside me. I can feel his hot cum painting my insides. As his cock pulses inside me, my pussy tightens again, and I cum again, moaning as the orgasm ends. He lowers his body down on top of me as we try to catch our breath. 

I turn my head and kiss his cheek, and say thank you. He turns his head to look at me and tells me anytime, with a self-satisfied smile. He rolls us onto our sides and we snuggle into each other.

I will never regret leaving everything behind to live with this amazing man.



Good Times at Kamp Kinokee



The sun set early behind storm clouds to the west, an increasing moderate wind put a chop on the surface of Lake Kinokee and mosquitoes finally took a break from their incessant hunting.

Patrolling the camp a couple of hours after lights out, he wandered the grounds in the dark, keeping an eye out for young campers who might be tempted to break the rules by slipping out of their cabins after the 11 p.m. curfew.

Last year, there had been quite a bunch of little smart asses who thought they knew best, thought they could sneak around, thought they could ignore the rules and could best ol' Shaker.

Often, it turned out last year, a day full of paddling, swimming lessons, first-aid, nature education, arts and crafts and fitness training hadn't tired out young punks who wanted to creep out in the dark to have a beer someone snuck in, smoke a joint or maybe make out in a secluded spot. Hell, last year, he even caught a kid trying to sneak into the kitchen to steal food for a raccoon he'd adopted. He'd let that kid go with just a warning.

Kids that tried to break the rules soon found out, though, that they couldn't put one past the Shaker; that the Shaker always caught them, that the Shaker always knew what was going on.

This year, though, the kids were better at following the rules and he wondered if word had gotten around from some of the kids that had been at the camp last year.

Whatever, he thought, if some smartasses started acting up, he'd have 'em before Chief Brown, the Kamp Kinokee director. Last year, a few of them had been sent home early, to explain to their parents why they couldn't follow the rules. Not many of them wanted to argue when the local police chief threw the book at them.

Old Brown was kind of a hardass, but hey, he'd given him a job last year when he got back from the 'Stan, which was more than most people would do. Luckily, Brown and his old man had been friends and when he got out of the army, needing work that didn't involve getting shot at, he'd looked up Brown and asked if he had any openings.

Also luckily, Brown's outdoor education teacher had broken a leg in a car crash a week before camp, the chump, so there was an opening. He was back again this year, because Brown knew he could rely on him to keep order.

He wandered in the dark, deciding he'd move through the entire boys' side of the camp before he turned in. Barefoot, in cutoffs and a sleeveless T-shirt, he moved quietly through the dark, checking the kitchen, moving down to the dock area where the canoes were tied up and around the woodshed where he'd found a punk having a toke the first week of camp.

As he neared the lean-to where the outdoor grill was located, built at the side of the open air building right in the middle of camp where both boy and girl campers gathered for meals, he heard something. He stood still in the dark, trying to decide what it was he was hearing, and where the sound was coming from.

He heard it again. A soft sound, coming from the lean-to. As the moon peaked from behind some clouds, he moved into the shadows of some trees that overhung the lean-to. Climbing up into the tree on a low branch, he edged out on the branch, lying full-length on it, until he could peer under the edge of the lean-to's roof.

He grinned in the dark. He knew it. In the minimal glow given off by a big digital clock over the grill, he could vaguely see a couple of campers. Moving a couple of feet further out on the large branch he was lying on, he could see them more clearly now in the bluish glow. 

What have we here, he thought. It looked like, yes, it was, it was the kid from Cabin 3. The one with the glasses, Andrew. Kinda dweebie, but responsible enough to be a cabin leader at 18 and be in charge of younger kids. Shaker's eyes grew more accustomed to the blue light and he could see that Andrew was standing near one of the picnic tables, his shorts and tighty whities around his ankles.

Seated on the picnic table's bench seat, but facing away from it and toward Andrew was the cute blonde who was the strongest swimmer on the girls' side of the camp. He didn't know her name, but he could just make out her face in the dim light. As he watched though, swimmer girl's head was moving slowly as she sucked on Andrew's cock.

Lucky little fucker, thought Shaker. The sound he'd heard had been her slurping on him. He watched as Andrew stood in the lean-to, with swimmer girl working him. Andrew's head was back, he saw a glint of light from his glasses, and his hands were on his hips. Swimmer girl's hands were on Andrew's thighs and he watched her ponytail bob as she blew the kid.

He almost jumped down to break it up, but thought, hell, the kid was all right, no harm was being done. Swimmer girl was in a bikini and Shaker gazed at her tight young body... moving as she gave Andrew a blowjob worthy of a pro. And just 18, too, he thought. Talented.

Shaker rested his face on his hand on the tree trunk, watching as swimmer girl devoured Andrew's cock, taking him quite deep, then sucking just his head. Now he could hear some quiet moans coming from Andrew. No shit. And slightly more noise from swimmer girl as she went to town on him.

Shaker's cock stirred in his shorts as he watched. As swimmer girl pulled off to gaze at Andrew's cock, Shaker looked around the area. He caught a glint of something from the other side of the lean-to and looked a little to the side of where he thought he'd seen it. He saw the glint again, then it moved behind the roofline. Is that some dumb shit watching them, he wondered?

Looking back, swimmer girl had just taken Andrew back into her mouth. Shaker wondered about the couple of glints of light he'd seen. He reached into a pocket of his shorts, took out a few coins and, looking at the kids, Andrew's cock was back in swimmer girl's mouth, he muttered, "sorry kids" and tossed the coins in back of the lean-to where they tinkled against a big propane tank there.

He watched as the girl pulled her mouth off Andrew's cock and looked up at him. They didn't say anything, but Andrew pulled up his shorts and undies and the two of them took off into the dark, heading back to their cabins.

Shaker lied on the tree where he was for quite a while, but didn't see or hear anything else out of the ordinary. Well, he thought, I guess I'll call it a night. He chuckled when he thought of Andrew back in his cabin, masturbating like crazy while thinking of the swimmer girl's mouth on him.

Torture.

Next day, Shaker awoke with morning wood; he'd been dreaming of the swimmer girl in action. He kicked off the covers on his bed, got up, wandered into the bathroom and took a few minutes to masturbate and get off. Stepping to the fridge in his tiny cabin, he opened the door, pulled out a beer and leftover pizza, then walked out onto the small verandah. 

He plunked down in a chair. "Breakfast of champions." He cracked the beer, then looked over the grounds, toward the lean-to. The glint off something was still in his mind and he wondered what it had been from. He'd find out.

The next couple of days he spent teaching kids how to canoe, how not to tip them, paddle in a straight line, load gear into them and lash things down securely. There was a two-day paddle/camp coming up and he wanted to make sure at least most of them knew what they were doing; it'd save having to go in after them.

This morning, he had a list of repairs to make on canoes, paddles and life jackets. Lunch, in the open air eatery, was burgers and salad. Not bad, he thought. He had a chuckle when he saw Andrew having lunch with the campers in his cabin. He was eating his burger, all right, and trying not to look to hard a few tables over where the swimmer girl was sitting at a table, trying not to look at Andrew too much. Andrew had on a muscle shirt, with not a lot of muscles apparent, a boonie hat and baggy shorts that looked ideal for covering up a hard-on.

Walking to the barbecue for another burger, Shaker checked out the swimmer girl; tight camp t-shirt, short shorts, flip flops, blonde hair in a ponytail. Nice, he thought. He looked back at Andrew... no accounting for taste.

Walking back to the dock and the canoe repairs, he noticed the swimmer girl giving some younger kids lessons. He moseyed over. The sweet young thing looked even better up close and now in a tight-fitting bikini for swimming. Well titted too.

"Can I help you?" came a voice from behind him. Turning, he saw that it was his counterpart on the girls' side of the camp, Darlene. She was dressed in a camp t-shirt as well, short shorts that showed nice legs and flip flops. Brunette hair was pulled out the back of a ball cap and she was wearing mirror shades. 

"Nah," he said, "I was just going to jump in and cool off before I finish with the canoes."

"Maybe you should, Brittany's busy with a class here."

Brittany, eh, he thought. "Yes ma'am." Shaker walked to the end of the dock, pulled his shirt, turned to face Darlene then in slow motion fell backwards into the lake.

"Asshole," she muttered. Still, when he pulled off his shirt...

The next night, he was prowling in the dark again, making sure all the cabins were shut up for the night and nobody was on the loose. The moon shone bright, it was almost full, and Shaker wore all black; he had a suspicion he was going to find someone out after curfew.

He made his usual circuit of the camp's grounds, then moved quietly toward the lean-to again. Stopping, he heard something yet again. He climbed into the tree once again, eased out onto the same branch as before and peered under the roof edge and into the lean-to. 

"Sonofabitch" he muttered. He shook his head. They were on the same picnic table. But this time, Andrew was stretched out on his back on top of it and Brittany, as he knew now, was sitting on his face, her hands in his hair. The noise he heard was a low moan from Brittany. He heard it again as Andrew's face was buried in her pussy. He couldn't see the kid's mouth, but he pictured him tonguing away at her sweet lips.

Looking at Andrew's baggy shorts, the same ones he'd had on at lunch, he could see they didn't completely hide his hard-on. He also noticed Brittany's taut ass, the skin pulled tight as she straddled his face. Too bad she'd left her shirt on, he thought.

As he watched, Andrew happily kept his face between her legs, lapping away at her. Nice, he thought, bet that's tasty. But then, again from the other side of the lean-to, and off a ways, he saw a glint like he'd noticed the other night. He saw it again, just a Brittany let out another low moan. Andrew must be doing good work, he thought.

He wanted to watch Andrew finish the swimmer girl, but Shaker's curiosity got the better of him. He eased back down the tree branch, hit the ground, then, with a picture of where he'd seen the glint in his mind, made his way around back of the lean-to.

Slowly and quietly, he eased through some dark trees toward where he thought the glint had been. Barefoot, he made no noise as he eased between trees, pulling branches aside and moving through them. He stopped now and then to listen and scan the shadows created by the moon shining through the trees.

He was about ready to give up when he heard something. A slight noise, very slight, to his right, he judged. He took a couple more steps to where he thought he'd heard it and stopped. He crouched down and peered under the lower branches of a large spruce tree. 

About 20 feet away, he could see someone, leaning against a tree trunk. Easing down, he slipped under the low spruce branches and moved about three feet closer. On his belly now, he watched. Then, as a cloud above moved, the full moon shone brightly down and he recognized Darlene.

She was leaning against a tree and holding a pair of binoculars to her eyes. He looked in the direction she was looking and saw they were pointed at the lean-to. Looking back at her, he noticed she was holding the binoculars with one hand. He also noticed her other hand was in her shorts. As Darlene viewed Andrew and Brittany through the binoculars, she was playing with herself. Atta girl, he thought.

Lying beneath the tree, needles and leaves were making him itch, but he kept watching Darlene. He could see her hand working rhythmically in her shorts and after a few minutes, he watched as she tensed up, then nearly dropped the binoculars as she came and tried not to moan. Shaker smiled in the dark and thought, this camp is getting better and better. Too bad she wasn't naked, he thought, but that was fun.

He watched as Darlene slipped away, he thought likely to her cabin. He quietly got off the ground, then made his way back toward the now empty lean-to. He wondered if Darlene had cum at the same time Brittany did, if she did. He moved through the night back to his cabin and fell asleep, dreaming of eating and fingering.

Things were pretty quiet for a couple of days. Shaker had watched Brittany giving swimming lessons, there'd be some nice breast stroking there, watched Darlene around the camp, with a growing appreciation for the body under her t-shirts and shorts and watched Andrew moping around. He wondered if Brittany had cut him off for some reason, poor kid.

At one point, lying under a canoe to get out of the sun and have a nap, he'd wakened and noticed feet in flip flops walking up to the canoe. He peered out from under the canoe and his gaze wandered up the legs of Darlene, who was wearing the shortest shorts he'd seen her in. She was keeping an eye on the swimming area and, as he watched, she reached to scratch her bottom, reaching under the leg opening. She scratched and Shaker could notice no panties under the shorts. He grinned and slipped back under the canoe. Nice.

At dinner that evening, pizza on the barbecue, Shaker watched the three of them. Darlene spent the meal talking with other camp leaders and Andrew and Brittany were back to carefully not watching each while looking at each other. Is there some kind of invitation there, he wondered. As Darlene leaned forward, elbows on the picnic table, Shaker watched her ass, trying to gauge if she was commando again. He hoped so, for some reason.

As he was getting up from the table, he noticed Brittany wink at Andrew, then he got up and left. Hmm. That was a signal, he was sure of it. Tomorrow, he had to head out on the paddle/camp thing right after dawn, but the ol' Shaker would have to make another patrol tonight, he decided. To find out what the kids might be up to and to find out if Darlene would be on the prowl.

Shaker crashed after dinner for a short while, knowing he'd likely be up late that night. When he woke up, it had clouded over and looked like rain. Shit, he didn't want to head out on the paddle in the rain with a bunch of drenched kids. Oh well, that's why they paid him the shitty money.

He walked to the window and looked out. It seemed quiet, but he had a hunch it wasn't going to be for the whole night. He checked the temperature on the thermometer outside the window and noticed that, at least, it was nice, hot even. Hot and rainy was one thing, cool and rainy sucked. Hot and humid, he thought, not like the 'Stan at all.

Naked, he walked to the fridge, pulled out a beer and guzzled it down. He pulled on a pair of black cargo pocket shorts, then dug into a drawer and pulled out a stick of black camo paint. He pulled on a black sleeveless shirt, then took the stick and applied some tiger stripes to his arms, thighs and face. That'll do, he thought.

Shaker slipped out of his cabin. It was quiet. A flash of lightning off in the distance lit the sky momentarily. He wondered if the possibility of rain would keep the kids in their cabins. Then he thought of Brittany giving Andrew head and of him eating her and thought, not likely.

This time, he moved quietly, but directly, toward the lean-to, more than half expecting them to be inside once again. He climbed into the tree for his usual view and frowned when he didn't see them. He looked at his watch, the glowing hands showed 11:15, about when he'd seen them out after curfew before.

He climbed back out of the tree and then, barefoot, began moving around the grounds, between the buildings, even looking under the cabins that were raised a couple of feet off the ground. No sign of anybody, or anything. That was good and bad, he thought. Good because nobody was breaking curfew. Bad because he kind of wanted to see the kids in action again. He was horny.

A few large raindrops came down as he stood in the dark near Brown's cabin. It was really dark as clouds had closed over and shut out the moonlight. He could see the blue light of a television flickering behind the blind in Brown's cabin and wondered if he was doing his wife.

Shaker looked around again, thinking. If the kids were going to meet, but they weren't in the lean-to, even with rain likely, where would they be? They'd been meeting at the lean-to, which was between the two camps; not on the boys' side, not on the girls' side, but in the middle. The dock, he thought, picturing Brittany in her bikini, I bet they're at the dock. 

He made his way toward the dock, moving through the trees on the edge of the camp until he got to the beach area. It was freakin' dark, he thought, but it didn't bother him. Night ops were no big deal and there was nobody around here likely to start shooting. He waded into the warm water at the beach and stood under a huge poplar that leaned out over the water. 

It seemed even darker under the tree, but it was a good spot to watch the dock, the storage shack with lifejackets and paddles in it and the beach area. Patiently, he waited. Lightning flashed brightly overhead, with thunder booming right with it. It was directly overhead, the storm was right over the camp now. Another flash lit up the entire area, almost as bright as daylight -- and he saw them. 

He was glad he was under the tree, although it was a lightning attractor, but it also kept him out of the flashes, which he now saw, the kids weren't. He chuckled when another flash illuminated them; in one of the canoes tied to the dock. Everything was inky dark now, broken only by the lightning. The next flash showed Andrew and Brittany, not too far away actually, from where he stood. If he'd kept walking the beach, he'd have pretty much tripped over them. 

Brittany was bent over the centre thwart in the canoe, with Andrew behind her. With each lightning flash, the two were illuminated briefly in electric blue/white light. This time, both of them were naked, he saw, and Andrew was doing her from behind, the lucky little fucker. Brittany had a hand on each gunwale and Andrew had his hands on her hips as he fucked her. The flashes of lightning and the dark between made for a weird scene, but he kept watching. Their skin looked bizarrely white in the flashes.

As Andrew fucked her doggie style, the canoe bobbed with his efforts and sent small waves out from the craft. Little splashes and barely heard moans from Brittany were drowned out regularly by the thunder. As he watched them fuck, and Brittany's tits move as Andrew banged her, Shaker thought, man, have they been watching porn? When he saw Andrew reach for her hair and pull some back, he thought, yup, porn. Andrew at least, had been watching porn.

Suddenly, the skies opened and rain began drumming down. The entire still surface of the lake was pocked by drops. There was no wind, just the thunder, the lightning and the still surface marked by huge drops as they struck.

Still, the drops were cold and, in another flash, Shaker saw that it had put a damper on the fucking. Andrew had pulled the canoe close to the dock and they were clambering out of the craft onto the dock. Andrew first, then Brittany, with her arms full of their clothes. They ran to the storage shack and Shaker was disappointed that the clothes in her arms covered her tits. 




Good Times at Kamp Kinokee



He looked back over the grounds, up toward the cabins, and saw a glint of light again, this time from inside the lean-to. He looked back at the kids as they ducked inside the shack and he saw a light flick on inside. That little fucker Andrew had thought of everything. He pictured them banging on the lifejackets inside, finishing each other off.

He looked at the shack's door, which they didn't close, and could barely make them out inside. Then he looked back toward the light. As a series of lightning flashes lit everything, he saw someone with a raincoat on making their way from the lean-to toward the beach. He smiled. Darlene was out again too, he knew it was her.

He crouched under the tree and watched as the person stealthily made their way to where they could see inside the door. The only other person who might be out was Brown, but that wasn't him in the raincoat. He was way bigger. It was pouring, but under the tree, Shaker was barely wet. Rain dripped down his face and he turned to watch behind him as the person move under another large tree, one that offered a view into the shack through the door.

A massive bolt of lightning blasted through skies, lighting up everything and he could now see that it was Darlene. She was looking into the shack through her binoculars. He chuckled to himself. He looked toward Darlene, then toward the kids in the shack. He'd show her. 

He slipped out from under the three and deeper into the lake, then dove and swam underwater as far as he could hold his breath, then surfaced. He quietly swam along just off the beach, then got out and headed into the camp grounds, thinking he should be able to come up from behind her now. He made his way quietly through wet trees, thoroughly soaked now. Another flash showed him that Darlene was right ahead... about where he thought she'd be. He could see that she was still there, watching the kids through her binoculars. He kept moving toward her; she was standing under a big tree out of most of the rain as he snuck up from behind.

From behind, he could tell she was holding the binoculars with one hand again. He couldn't see her other hand, but figured it was in her shorts again. Just a couple of feet behind her, Shaker could see the water pouring off her raincoat and the hat she had on. From here, he could her hair pulled out through the back of the hat.

He quickly took two strides, then in one motion clapped a hand over her mouth and put an arm around her waist. "Quiet," he hissed into her ear. She struggled, shocked, and dropped the binoculars, but he held her tight. "Darlene," he whispered. "Having fun?" She struggled less when she heard her name, but was rigid with tension. "Relax." He continued to keep his arm around her and his hand over her mouth. "It's Shaker, nobody's going to hurt you."

He felt her relax a little more. He whispered into her ear again, "are you going to yell?" She shook her head. "You better not, or I'll report you to Brown. Imagine, spying on kids. You're not going to yell?" She shook her head again.

"All right." He removed his hand from her mouth. 

"You asshole, Shaker. What are you doing?" She struggled.

"Me? What are you doing, Darlene? Why are you out here in the dark after curfew? Watching?"

She tried to turn and face him, but he held her tight. "I'm watching to make sure nothing happens. Same as you." 

"But it's my job to make sure the place is secure, Darlene. I think you were watching those kids. I've seen you watching them."

She relaxed a little. "You have?"

"Yeah, I saw you watching them in the lean-to. You seemed pretty interested." He could almost feel the heat of a blush from her when she realized he'd seen her. "I also saw you playing with yourself."

She struggled again, kicked him in the shin and finally pulled away from him. She turned to him and another flash of lightning illuminated her angry face. It also illuminated the fact she had nothing on under the raincoat, which hung open.

Shaker looked at her nakedness under the raincoat, but in the next lightning flash, she noticed him looking and pulled it closed. In the next flash, she looked at him, dressed in mostly black, with the camo tiger stripes on his skin. "What are you, fucking Rambo?"

"Hey, relax. I'm just like you, I'm just out here making sure nobody gets into any trouble." He looked at her and smiled, his teeth white in his camouflaged face. "And sometimes I watch Andrew and Brittany fuck. Just like you do."

She blushed in the dark and thought, how did he know that's what she'd been doing? She pulled her raincoat tightly around her. She didn't have much to say. What could she say? She had been watching the kids fuck. He was right.

They stood there, rain pouring down, with flashes lighting up everything intermittently. She looked at him, water pouring down over his body, smiling at her. She let her raincoat fall open and stepped close to him. "You won't tell anyone, will you? If you won't tell, I won't tell." She reached out and ran her fingers down an arm. It was wet and slippery where the camo was. 

He put his hands on her raincoat, opened it wide and looked at her body in the next flash of light. Her nipples stood out and rain drops quickly beaded on her skin, dripping off her breasts. She sucked in her breath as the cold drops hit her. She looked at him. "You like?"

"Fuckin' eh," he said, laughing a little. "I like." He stepped closer and cupped a breast in one hand, feeling the warmth, even as the cool water fell. Darlene dropped a hand to her pussy... and cupped herself as she looked up at Shaker. He watched her touch herself and smiled. Nice. Reaching down, he put his other hand over hers and felt the warmth emanating from between her legs.

He looked at her, up close now. "You like watching, eh?"

She smiled. "Yeah, but you know what I like even better?"

"What?"

"I like to fuck, Shaker. I like to watch, but what I really like... is to fuck. And there's really nobody around here to fuck." She reached out and put a hand on his crotch, feeling him under his shorts. "Except you, it seems."

As she squeezed him through his shorts, he bent to kiss her. Rain continued to fall and it ran down their faces and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, taking him in and their tongues tangled as they tasted each other.

She pulled back and smiled up at him. The lightning and thunder eased some and the sky lightened a little. She looked at him, then reached to undo the button of his shorts and slid the zipper down. Dropping to squat in front of Shaker, Darlene took his shorts in hand and slid them down his legs. Eyeing his cock, she licked her lips and kissed the head. Taking him in hand, she stroked him a little. He stiffed under her touch and she stroked some more, quickly bringing him to attention. 

As he stiffened, she took his head into her mouth and sucked on it. Feeling the suction, Shaker looked down at her... squatting in front of him. Yes. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the ground, letting the rain hit him all over. He looked up at the sky, rain falling on his face as Darlene sucked him deeper into her mouth. He could feel her tongue on the underside of his cock and her lips wrapped around him. She started bobbing on him and he could feel her breathing into his pubic hair. 

He looked down at her and pulled her hat off so he could see her face better. She squatted, blowing him, turning her head to and fro as she bobbed on him. Her hair was plastered to her now and he reached to push some it behind her ears. He put a hand on each side of her head and helped himself to her mouth.

The sky lightened further and he was able to see as she moved on him, taking him deep, then pulling back so his head was between her lips. Then she took all of him in, held him there and worked her tongue on him. He moaned. Holy shit, he though, she's good. She gagged a bit and pulled off him with a pop. She looked up at him. "Wanna fuck, Shaker?"

Looking down at her, his cock in her hand after being in her mouth, he thought it was a stupid question, but what the hell. He reached down, took her hands and pulled her to her feet. Standing in front of him now, he reached to her raincoat and pushed it off her shoulders so it fell to the ground. He looked over her body, grabbed a hand, then pulled her toward him. He tugged her along behind him, to the lean-to.

As they ducked under the roof, he kissed her furiously, pushing her backward as he did, until she backed into a picnic table. He pressed against her, his cock against her body, her breasts against his chest. Reaching down, he moved his hands under her ass and lifted her onto the table. Sensing what he wanted, Darlene spread her legs and wrapped them around him. 

Looking down between them, his cock poised at her pussy, Shaker looked into her eyes. "Yeah, I want to fuck you." 

Perched now on the edge of the table, she looked up into his eyes, reached for his cock and directed him into her body. "Do it. Fuck me, Shaker, fuck me."

Holding her thighs, he pushed his cock inside her as she leaned back and put her hands behind her on the table. Looking down between them, he watched as he pumped in and out of her; she was wet and slippery and he glided in and out of her body easily. Building a nice rhythm together, she pulled him in with her legs and he slid into her, balls deep, over and over again.

Now the two of them were bathed in the light from the clock, fucking rhythmically. He watched her breasts sway as he fucked her, nipples firm, at the way her eyes were closed, the smile on her face.

They moved together, fucking slowly, steadily. He throbbed as he moved in her, she clenched him each time he was all the way inside. "Oooohhh," she moaned and lifted her ass off the table to better meet his thrusts. He kept fucking her, feeling pressure building inside, clenching to hold back, as she moved with him.

She tightened her legs around him, ass off the table now, pulling him inside her as he thrust into her body. Over and over and over. Her hands taking some of her weight, her legs clamped tightly around him, she could feel it approaching. As he fucked, she was bucking with him... their bodies meshing, moving together.

Finally, with his hands tightly gripping her thighs and her legs wrapped tightly around him, he thrust deep into her and, as he started to spurt, she tensed and let out a loud moan. "Ooohhhhh yessssssssss. Fuck yesss, Shaker." Spasms wracked her and she hung on tightly with her legs, her muscles taut as his cum flowed freely into her, spurt after spurt filling her.

They came together, with him buried deep in her pussy, and she with her legs wrapped tightly around him, not letting pull away but keeping him inside. They came together and he filled her, could feel his warm cum around his cock. They were both panting from the exertion, but she wouldn't let him pull out, enjoying the feel of his cock inside her too much.

Shaker stood, buried inside her, emptied, watching her breasts heave. They smiled at each other. 

"Shaker?" she panted.

"Yeah?"

"This may turn out to be the best summer camp ever."



Good Times on Gilligan's Island



Thurston J. Howell III was even more unhappy than usual about being stranded on the uncharted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Just that morning, he had heard the financial news on the radio in The Skipper's tent, and the information had started a chain of thought in his financially brilliant mind. In a few hours, he had concocted a scheme that would have netted him an additional umpteen million dollars. Unfortunately for Mr. Howell, he was unable to implement his idea, or even tell anybody about it, and that fact was what was making him even more unhappy than usual. 

"It isn't fair," he groused. "I should be even richer than I am, and I would be, if I weren't stuck on this God-forsaken island."

Mrs. Howell, Lovey to her husband, but only to him, had somewhat mixed feelings about being on the island. She missed all the teas and other engagements that, as a social leader, she would have been hosting or attending, but her flower garden was thriving, and she was getting more and better and different fucking than she had ever gotten. There weren't very many young people around to give her opportunities to exercise her match-making skills, but there were no other busybodies around either, who would have competed with her in those endeavors. Furthermore, the match she had made of a young couple, Mary Ann and Gilligan, just that morning, had the potential to be one of her best. Ginger and The Professor, the other couple Mrs. Howell had fixed up, seemed to be doing quite well also, and she was proud of her accomplishments in that area. All in all, the island was really a marvelous place to be, despite what her husband said about it. 

That day, at least, Gilligan and Mary Ann were almost ecstatic about being on the island. Mary Ann had always enjoyed the tropical evening breezes, swimming in the lagoon and everything else about the environment. Lately, she had started also enjoying the presence of Gilligan, the sweet little cutie. She was much too shy to mention that to anybody, until she told it, in the strictest confidence, to the motherly Mrs. Howell. 

Gilligan liked the pleasant weather and laid back atmosphere but, mostly, he REALLY liked the beautiful, charming Mary Ann. After all, what young man wouldn't? His big problem was that he was too shy to tell her, or anybody else about it, except for Mrs. Howell, who was like a mother to him. She, of course, knew exactly what to do about both those pieces of information that had been told to her in absolute, cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die confidence. 

Right at that minute, those two lucky people were extremely happy she had chosen to break her solemn word. Mary Ann's red and white gingham blouse and pink bra were hanging from one bush and her cutoff denim jeans and white cotton panties were hanging from another. Completely naked, the beautiful farmer's daughter was lying on her back enjoying the view of Gilligan's bare shoulders and his white sailor's hat between her legs. He had removed his shirt, but his head was inside the hat, and he was avidly eating her pussy, which was vastly more fun for her than just looking at his hat, or shoulders, or the scenery or anything else. Mrs. Howell, busybody and inveterate matchmaker that she was, had passed the word on to either of them when she had the chance. After that, in the normal course of events, the two infatuated young people headed to a remote part of the island to demonstrate what they felt for each other. 

Being unmarried, Mary Ann was, of course, a virgin, and she was determined to maintain that condition until her wedding night. That night would follow a church ceremony, which would be presided over by an ordained member of the clergy, and her father would give her away to the handsome, young bridegroom, who would also be a virgin. However, she knew of ways to maintain her innocence while still having fun sexually, and she was happily teaching them to Gilligan, who hadn't seemed very disappointed at the limitations she insisted on placing on him. Mary Ann was glad of that, because he seemed to be a very quick learner. Already, he was giving her a better time than her steady boyfriend back home ever had, although her advanced condition of horniness probably contributed to how much she relished what he was doing. 

Most of Gilligan's sexual experiences had occurred, literally, under The Skipper. What he was learning from Mary Ann was about a zillion times better, and he was already hoping for frequent lessons in the future. Her pussy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with its smooth, creamy white skin and its untrimmed sprinkling of dark brown pubic hair. A tight slit ran up the middle, and there appeared to be pretty, dark pink flower petals pushing their way through it. Her legs rested on his shoulders, while his arms were wrapped around her soft thighs, bringing his face inches from the view that held him in such rapture. 

Lovingly, he placed his index fingers on the sides of the narrow opening, and gently pulled them apart. Inside the slit, Mary Ann was even more beautiful, with a pink lining that was shiny with her wetness. A cloud of incredible fragrance arose when he spread open the aperture, and he breathed deeply of it, finding it the most delightful aroma of his rather limited experience. 

"Careful, Gilligan, Mary Ann admonished him. "Don't put your finger in there. You can put your tongue in, though." 

He took her suggestion, but only the tip, and Gilligan was amazed that the flavor of her wetness was even more delectable than the scent. Eagerly, he started licking everywhere she was wet. 

"Oooo, that feels wonderful. But don't be in so much of a hurry. Lick along the sides of the slit first." 

So far, everything had been so much fun, and Mary Ann was so sweet and pretty that Gilligan did what she wanted, even though the place he had first licked felt and tasted better to his tongue than anything else ever had, even warm chocolate pudding. With broad, slow strokes, his tongue started caressing the place where Mary Ann had directed him. He was surprised at how good her soft pubic hair felt. Enjoying every second of what he was doing, Gilligan slowly licked all the way to the pleasant bulge just below Mary Ann's flat belly. Everything about her pussy was delightful, the looks, the aroma, the flavor and, especially, feeling that part of the beautiful young brunette's body against his tongue. He even loved the way her soft thighs felt, squeezing the sides of his face as her body squirmed under him. Being as fond of her as he was, he especially enjoyed the soft murmurs of happiness that his mouth was eliciting. 

"Oooo, yeah, Gilligan! That feels really, really good! Now, do the other side! The same way!" 

With great alacrity, he started moving his face to do as Mary Ann directed, but he had to stop when his nostrils detected a plethora of fresh juices that had seeped out of her. Greedily, he licked them from everywhere they had collected, until he had devoured them all. After savoring their deliciousness, his tongue caressed her other outer lip the same way, stopping at the same place. When he brought his mouth back to where he had started, there was almost a flood of her fresh nectar. Happily, Gilligan sluiced it all up with his tongue and swallowed it, relishing the flavor even more. 

After he was through feasting, he raised his head and gazed upon Mary Ann's beautiful pussy again. It was squirming even more actively under his face, and the aroma seemed to be even more delectable than it had been. From her movements and her sighing, he could tell she was enjoying herself immensely, and Gilligan was truly glad to be giving the sweet, young charmer so much fun. Besides what he was doing for Mary Ann, he reveled in the wonderful new experience that he was having, and he resolved to do more of it, as often as he could, and to do it even better, resuming with the pink petals that were so inviting. 

Waves of pleasure washed over Mary Ann's sexy young body from what the first mate of the Minnow was doing with his tongue. Her body writhed on the soft, warm grass that formed their love nest, and she moaned blissfully. "Oh! Oh, Gilligan, that feels so good. Keep licking me there," she urged him. 

He needed no urging. His tongue had never tasted such a delightful treat, nor had his nose ever smelled anything as delectable as the pussy of the young woman lying on her back. The spongy texture of the petals was like nothing he had ever felt. Once again, he briefly raised his head to gaze on her lovely body, and was surprised at how frenetically she was moving, and how her head was rolling from side to side. Her delightful breasts, in particular, attracted his attention with the way they swayed so erotically from side to side. Mary Ann's eyes were closed too and, from the appearance of her face, she seemed to be having almost as much fun as he was. She had moaned, but didn't appear to be in pain, since she kept telling him to keep licking her. It had already been such a wonderful adventure that he had no desire to do anything but that. 

Gently and carefully, as if fearing she might be fragile, Gilligan licked the petals on the other side of Mary Ann's pussy. Their flavor was just as heavenly as the first ones had been, and they felt just as delightful to his tongue. Wonderful as it was to him, she seemed to be enjoying it even more. He recognized her moans as being of bliss, and wanted to do all he could to produce more of them. 

"I wonder," he asked himself. "Would the place where I started feel and taste as great now as it did a few minutes ago?" It was a silly question, because he would be unable to answer it until he actually went back to lick Mary Ann there. 

Once again Gilligan spread her slit open, reveling anew in the incredible scent that arose. Wanting to be careful not to put his finger where she didn't want it, he leaned in and started licking the narrow pink opening. "It's even better," he told himself, and licked upward to the end. There he found something surprising, a soft, pink pearl nestled between the petal-like folds of skin. Gilligan licked there, and found the sensation of the pink pearl against his tongue to be the best he had felt that day. 

It was the best for Mary Ann too. "Yes! Yes!" she cried joyously. "Lick my clit! Suck my clit!" 

While Mary Ann begged him to lick and suck the pink pearl, she was thrusting her pussy up against his face. That felt wonderful to Gilligan too, so he enveloped the little cutie in his mouth and started sucking. His tongue just naturally started licking the sides and top, really liking the way it felt. 

"Oh! Oh!" Mary Ann cried, liking it even more than he did. "Oh, God! I'm cumming!" 

Gilligan was wondering what she meant, because she hadn't gone anywhere, so how could she be coming, when Mary Ann's hands went to the back of his head, pressing his face against the delectable place he was licking. Her legs, which he had been thinking of as soft, suddenly developed muscles of steel as Mary Ann clamped them around the sides of his head. She bounced up and down with her legs swinging from side to side carrying Gilligan's head between them. He enjoyed the ride, and kept his arms wrapped snugly around her thighs and continued sucking the pink pearl and caressing it with his tongue. 

Her ass had been churning up the grass for the last few minutes, when Mary Ann's muscles seemed to all clench simultaneously, and she gave out with a loud and joyful cry. After that, she relaxed completely, almost seeming to melt into the ground. Gilligan raised his head and smelled a great quantity of the fresh juices that had been so delicious, and started licking them off the lovely young woman who had produced them. She lay quietly and let him devour them all and, when he had finished, he again raised his head from her nakedness and smiled at Mary Ann's beautiful, happy face. . 

She smiled back. "Gilligan, that was just wonderful. You did that better than anybody else ever has. Now, you lie on your back here, and I'll do the same for you." 

Gilligan wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he did lie down next to her. Sometimes, after The Skipper was through fucking him, he would go to his bunk and jack off, but he didn't know if she meant that or not. He became even more unsure when Mary Ann rose up to a sitting position and unzipped his dungarees. When she started to pull them and his underwear off, he raised his butt from the grass to help her, but he still wondered what Mary Ann had in mind, even when he was just as naked as she. 

Mary Ann knew what she had in mind, and she smiled when she saw the cock that was sticking up in the air and waiting for her. It was big and hard, and just what she wanted. Although not very bright, besides being inexperienced, Gilligan could tell that something very, very nice was about to happen to him, although he couldn't have known just how nice it would be. The beautiful, naked young brunette got back onto her knees beside him, took his hard shaft in one hand and started licking the head. Before she went any further, she turned to compliment the owner of the cock she was about to start sucking. 

"You sure have a nice tool here, Gilligan. How come you've been hiding it from the girls?" He was too flustered to answer, and that was okay with Mary Ann. She had much better things to do with her mouth than chatting. 

The first of those things was licking, all over the head and under the ridge and up and down on the shaft. After that tongue exercise, she didn't change her mind in the least about conversation, preferring instead to open her mouth wide and slowly engulf Gilligan's entire hard cock. Mary Ann reveled in the way the thick shaft forced her lips apart and filled her mouth until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. She raised her head again, eagerly licking the hard cylinder as she withdrew her mouth from around it. Taking his cock out of her mouth again, she turned, faced Gilligan again and blew him a kiss from her pretty red lips. 

"Don't worry. I've found it now, and I know what to do with it," she told him, teasingly.

Seconds later, those same pretty red lips were wrapped around the young man's cock again, and she lowered them until they were being tickled by his curly pubic hair. The tip of his cock pushed against the back of her mouth again, but this time, Mary Ann opened her throat to let it slide down and in. She very much enjoyed deep-throating men, and did it for all her cute boyfriends, even those she had just met. 

Although looking forward to being a wife and mother after being eventually rescued from the island, Mary Ann had some regrets about the changes that would take place in her sex life. She was concerned that, once she had been deflowered, her husband would just want her pussy, and she wouldn't get to suck him off. She was willing to make the sacrifice for her husband, but she was not very happy about it. Mary Ann hoped to partly make up, with Gilligan, for all the cocks she would some day no longer be able to enjoy taking into her mouth and down her throat and sucking off. 

She was certainly enjoying herself with this one. Over and over, Mary Ann raised and lowered her face, pulling Gilligan's cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat. It felt wonderful, long and thick enough to give her a perfect mouthful, but not so big that she couldn't move it around with her tongue for maximum pleasure. On some strokes, she tilted her head slightly so the tip slid along the inside of her cheek until it reached the back of her mouth and slipped down her throat. Sometimes she positioned her head so the tip caressed the roof of her mouth and her palate before pleasuring her throat muscles. Whatever way she chose to fill her mouth with it, Mary Ann's tongue caressed all sides of the entire length of the shaft, reveling in the way the smooth skin was stretched so tightly around the hard cylinder. 

For a long time, the happy young woman slowly sucked off Gilligan, until she felt his cock starting to throb in her mouth. From her experience, she knew that meant she was about to get a mouthful of his delicious semen. That payoff was her favorite part of giving a boyfriend a blow job, but she enjoyed the sucking itself so much that she always wanted to make it last as long as she could. Mary Ann continued sucking just as slowly, but no longer taking his cock down her throat. One time a new boyfriend had ejaculated early, and she had been deprived of enjoying the taste and texture of his cum, and she never wanted that to happen again. Her tongue continued to be just as active, but she made sure that she could quickly reposition it and catch Gilligan's semen when he shot it into her mouth. 

From frequent masturbation, he knew he was close to cumming also, and Gilligan wondered if he should tell Mary Ann. Since he was still too shy and didn't quite know how to do that, he didn't, figuring she would find out for herself. He continued watching the young beauty as her head bobbed up and down, drawing in and releasing his cock and bringing his climax closer and closer. 

Groaning out loud and thrusting his cock up into Mary Ann's mouth, Gilligan started cumming. The first gush of semen was quite prodigious, and covered her tongue, pleasing her taste buds and running off into the bottom of her mouth. She knew he wasn't done, and kept sucking. Her diligence was rewarded when Gilligan gave Mary Ann another gift, squirting more of the tasty fluid into her mouth exactly where she wanted it. This was just as delicious as the first had been, but she believed he wasn't through yet. Her guess was right. Continued sucking brought forth another, although smaller spurt of his cum. That was the last time, even though Mary Ann continued stroking up and down with her lips, hoping for more. Finally, she accepted that he was through, relished the flavor of what was in her mouth, and swirled it around, enjoying the texture also. After deriving as much pleasure as she could, she swallowed all of it, letting it slide down her throat, the way she loved to do. 

Although Gilligan was through cumming Mary Ann knew she hadn't gotten all of his juices. Being careful not to let any drip off and be wasted, she slowly removed his cock from her mouth and held it in her fingers. Greedily, she licked everything off the head and under the ridge and from the sides of the still-hard cock. She still wasn't through. Placing her right thumb in front of his scrotum and her fingers on the top surface of his shaft, Mary Ann slowly drew that hand toward her mouth, squeezing out whatever was inside Gilligan's shaft. As his juices oozed out, she caught them on her tongue, and they tasted just as good as the cum that had squirted out. When Mary Ann was through draining everything, she licked Gilligan's cock again, wanting to get anything that might be left, and because it was so much fun for her tongue and lips. 

Finally through sucking off Gilligan, she lay in the grass next to him. Neither of them had anything important to do, and they enjoyed the warm sun and the soft breeze on their naked bodies. It was very pleasant and, once they returned and rejoined the rest of the castaways, they would probably have to listen to Mr. Howell gripe about the island, and how much money he was losing by being stuck there. 

"Besides," Mary Ann told herself. "After an hour or so, Gilligan might be ready to be sucked off again, and maybe I can get him to eat my pussy at the same time. All girls like a nice 69 with their boyfriends, don't they? Well, maybe not all of them, but I always have." She really loved being on the island, and the good times she was having there. Gilligan, if he thought about it all, would have agreed with her. 

Ginger and The Professor were extremely happy about being on the island, and they had felt that way since Mrs. Howell had gotten them together. As always since that time, when the opportunity arose, they had sneaked off to a place The Professor had located in a grassy, sunny glen surrounded by shrubbery, which gave them privacy. He had actually found the spot while hunting butterflies for a biology project he was working on, and he remembered it when he and Ginger needed a place to demonstrate the feelings that had been aroused in them by Mrs. Howell's skillful matchmaking. 




Good Timing



We had just finished cleaning up my apartment. We invited a couple friends over to watch some TV that night. Jenny sat next to me on the couch and snuggled up close as we listened to some music, stealing little kisses and caresses from each other. My hands sneaking up inside her shirt as I caressed her skin. She lay her head down in my lap and took my free hand in hers. Looking deep into each other's eyes, she took my finger to her mouth. Looking up at me with those light brown eyes of hers, giving me that devilish look she liked to tease me with.

The phone rang suddenly. Reluctantly, Jenny slid off my lap as I reached for the phone. She went to the bathroom to check her hair in the mirror as I chatted with my friends.

"Who was that?" Jenny asked

"Shane and Dee. They wanted to know if they should bring anything. They're gonna be over in fifteen minutes" I told her, looking into her face, giving her my own devilish look. "And they said we should have a quickie before they get here."

Jenny shot me a sneaky grin. Shrugging her shoulders she said "Okay. Let's go."

Reeling in my own disbelief, I didn't know what to say for a second. I was just joking. I never thought she'd agree to it.

"Really?" 

"Yeah. But you gotta be on top. I don't want to get too hot and sweaty before they get here."

My disbelief turned to excitement quicker than anyone could imagine. I grew instantly hard inside my jeans. I rushed next to her quickly. Taking her in my arms I kissed her passionately. Our bodies pressed tightly together as we walked in unison to the bedroom. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slid it up over her body. We broke our kiss so I could slide it over her head. As soon as she had one arm free from the sleeve she reached for the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulled it over my head. We tossed the shirts to the floor as we stood next to the bed, kissing madly, our hand roaming all over each other.

Jenny's hands slipped down to my jeans. Quickly she had my belt open and was undoing the button and fly. My hands covered her perky breasts, massaging them, my fingers playing with her hard nipples. After tugging my jeans down off my hips, her small hands slipped through the fly of my boxers. Jenny backed off our kiss, looking me deep in the eyes with that devilish look of hers.

"Oh, good. You're already hard." She said, hungrily. "I'm so wet for you right now." 

She pushed me back lightly with her hand as she fell back onto the bed. Her hands quickly undoing her jeans and sliding them down over her hips. Jenny wasn't wearing panties today, and I got a good look at the small patch of hair directly above her clit. I quickly kicked off my own jeans that had dropped to my ankles and yanked off my boxer shorts. I reached forward and pulled Jenny's tight jeans off her legs.

She scooted back on the bed, spreading her legs open, inviting me on top of her.

"I need it so bad. Fuck me now, Mark." Jenny said with a lusty growl.

I moved on top of her, kissing my way up her body. Kneeling between her legs I rubbed the head of my cock all over her pussy. I kissed her hard as I teased her.

Jenny put her hands on my face, pushing away and breaking the kiss. Hungrily, she looked into my eyes.

"No. Don't tease me," she said "I need you to fuck me. I need you inside my pussy now, Mark" That was all the encouragement I needed. Suddenly, I plunged my hard cock deep inside her. Jenny moaned loudly as I slid deeper inside her. I leaned back a bit on my knees with my arms on the outside of her body, holding up my chest. Jenny spread her legs wide, holding onto the backs of her knees to keep her legs spread. I began quickly pumping into her, sliding in deeper with each thrust.

"Oh yes." Jenny moaned "just like that, baby. Fuck me harder"

I continued thrusting my cock deep inside her. Both of our breaths shortened. I was amazed at how such a sweet, young girl could turn into such an unbridled creature of pure lust. Our breathing turned into a series of loud moans and grunts. I couldn't hold back any longer. Jenny could tell I was already on the edge. Her hands slid down to my ass. She closed her legs around me as her hips were grinding into mine. I moaned out loudly as I came deep inside her.

Jenny's hands slipped around my neck and her head leaned up for a long, deep kiss. Our hearts pounding in out chests. Jenny dropped her head back to the bed and tried to catch her breath.

"Whew," she said, looking up into my eyes, "That was fun."

We both giggled a bit as I rolled over to the side, letting her up. Jenny climbed off the bed and grabbed her clothes as she walked to the bathroom, wiggling her hips at me as she walked away. I quickly slipped on my boxers and jeans. As I was pulling my shirt back on I heard a knock at the door. Our friends had arrived. I must have had great timing that day.