1 comments/ 13426 views/ 13 favorites Kyle's Summer By: Jones8675 "Who's ready for the best time of their lives!" Martin roars, and 250 people cheer in response. I add my voice to the throng, pumping my arms in the air and doing the most idiotic dance possible. A group of eleven-year olds, distracted from their cheering, eye me warily. "Give it a day or two guys, you'll be dancing right along with me." I say, smiling. "Yeah you will!" Christy screams, jumping next to me. We jump in a circle together in front of the bemused kids, the ones who will be following our lead for the next two weeks. All around us other counselors act in a similar fashion as their new campers mill about in uncertainty, unsure of just how much too let go on this, the first day of the summer. Martin Jones, camp director of Rivermount for fifteen years, leaps up. "This time will go by fast, so I won't waste any more time talking. I'll see everyone at dinner!" He runs off and everyone cheers again. Me and Christy, co-counselors, bump fists before turning back to our campers. "Alright everybody, first up is the swim test. Everyone in bathing suits, everyone have towels?" Some nod, some stare at the ground, three girls who arrived together giggle in the back. "Good enough, to the swimming pool!" Christy, a never-ending ball of energy, leads the way, and I fall into step next to her. "How am I doing so far?" I whisper. "Great!" She slaps me on the arm. "I told you there's nothing to it. You are the coolest person these kids have ever met. You're the cool older brother, uncle, and dad all rolled into one. After a day or two, you'll feel like you've been here as long as anyone." She smiles again, and it's impossible to not return it. Someone taps me on my arm. I turn and see one of my campers. "What's up bud?" Names will come later. "Mr. Kyle, is there a bathroom by the pool?" "Yeah man," I laugh. "And no need to call me 'mister.' Kyle is just fine." I turn to the rest of our group. "Everyone else hear that? I'm just Kyle." "But I'm Queen Christy!" Christy yells turning and walking backwards, with a few bounces between each step. "Make sure everyone remembers that!" A couple of her girls giggle. Most of my guys can't stop staring. I can't blame them. Christy told me during staff training the week before that she's grown up in gymnastics. She certainly looks the part, her body short yet lithe, her breasts pronounced on her slim frame. She spins around again, her blonde ponytail whirling through the air. "Everyone walk like a dinosaur!" I roar and join in, and we arrive at the pool doing our best impression of a t-rex. We scream and high-five and turn to face our kids, who are slowly walking twenty steps behind us. "Ah well," Christy sighs. "First day. We'll wear 'em down." "I hope so." "Wait until day three." She whispers. "You won't even recognize this bunch of mopers."I grin, then take the initiative when they catch up to us. "Behold, my new friends, the Rivermount swimming pool!" I throw my arms out to either side in a grand display. The kids stare past me, their uncertainty growing. What goes by swimming pool here could much more accurately be called a 'swimming hole.' A large, chlorinated man-made pond wreathed by reeds, with a, H-pier, floating docks, and inflatable toys dispersed throughout. "Is it safe?" One of the girls asks. "Safest place you can go swimming anywhere around." "I thought it's the only swimming place around." One of my guys. I point him out. "That is a solid observation, and I appreciate it. But look at all these lifeguards!" I throw my arms out again, pointing to the numerous guards walking the pier and docks. "Everyone will be fine!" My words aren't even needed. Christy, showing her experience, has already stripped down to her swimsuit and is charging along the pier to the water. "Everyone with me! But... no one run!" She jumps in, and the kids hasten to catch up to her. I throw off my shirt and follow behind their cautious stampede, counting heads as we go. Safety first, right? A burly guy stops us at the water's edge. Greg, the head lifeguard and a good guy. "Hold on now, you guys here for the swim test?" 14 heads nod, doing their best to appear calm. Greg smiles at them. "There's nothing to it." He begins explaining the rules as I jump into the water near Christy. We tread in slow circles as we await our campers. "Best idea you ever had, Kyle, working here for the summer?" "Oh yeah? How long have you been here again?" "Been working five years, started as soon as I was sixteen. I was a camper for the ten before that." "About the only one who's been here longer than me," another voice says. I turn and grin, because my favorite part of the pool just swam over on her lifeguard tube. "Hey Heather!" Christy says. I repeat the greeting. She smiles back, a beautiful sight beneath her still dry, salt-tousled hair. "How're your kids?" "Not bad." Christy shrugs. "They're here for two weeks, they'll be begging to stay before they leave." She jerks her head at me. "Just as long as this one survives, we'll be fine." "Come on Kyle! It's your first day, you big dweeb." She smiles as she says it, and I have a hard time finding the words to respond. "I'm fine! Christy here is doing a good enough job for the both of us, anyway." "Not for the last time either," Heather says, and Christy smacks her exposed shoulder. A shrill whistle pierces the air, followed by fourteen screams and splashes. Our group surrounds us in the water. "Against the dock!" I yell above the chorus of sound. "Let's get this thing done!" - Two days later I'm up with the sunrise. I should have been here yesterday, but opening day wears on everybody. I made sure not to miss it today, however, and I jog from my cabin to the main road in silence. A quick warm-up once I reach the pavement, and I'm moving. I'm no championship runner, but it's time to myself and my thoughts. Something often missed at college, and even harder to find at a summer camp. I settle into my gait and near the main gate just in time to see another body round the curve ahead of me. Curious as to who would be out here as well, I speed up. I round the corner seconds later and do a quick jig. Some hundred yards ahead of me is the body that the pool water had hidden from me two days earlier. Long legs, lean and tan, their intersection hidden by pink cotton with black spandex peeking out beneath. That look drives me wild. I increase my speed again. Hips that jut just enough before curving back in at the waist, a tanned torso covered only by a lime-green sports bra. I'm closing in fast. Her hair, light with streaks of blonde, bobs before me in a ponytail. I slow twenty yards back, before dropping back further. The last thing I need is Heather thinking me a creep. I drop back a healthy distance and drink in the view as we move along the road. She turns two miles down, smiles when she sees me. I return it and wave. We pass with no words spoken, and I give her some extra room before I turn. She turns into the camp well ahead of me, and is stretching by the pump house when I see her again. She straightens as I run by and says something. I pull out my earbuds and stop. "What's up?" "I said, do you run every morning?" I shrug. "That's the plan. Didn't make it yesterday, I was beat." Her smile is sympathetic. "First day is rough on you counselors. Glad I'm a lifeguard." She stretches up and the muscles of her stomach pull tight, her breasts rise. I try to disguise my stare. "Must be hard life, lazing by the pool all day, saving enough energy for a long morning run." She glares at me over a mocking smile. "Wake up earlier and you might catch up to me next time." "So... you do this every day?" She laughs. "That's the plan, especially with the food they serve us. It's honestly delicious, right?" "Seriously." I grin. "I thought camp food was supposed to be terrible." "It's kept me coming back fifteen years." "You and Christy?" "Yup. Speaking of," she does one last quick stretch. "I need to go make sure she's up. See you at the pool!" "See you here tomorrow." She stops and turns. "I better, slacker." Heather winks. I smile. And make sure I don't watch her walk away. The day goes by fast. We don't make it to the pool, but I'm out the door of my cabin the next morning two minutes before sunrise. I meet Heather down by the pump house. As we finish stretching, I notice her shorts are rolled higher than they were the day before. I try not to notice. - Time goes by fast at a summer camp. My two weeks with Christy was up in a whirlwind, and as she said, our campers were begging to stay. I run with Heather every morning, we get pretty close. Christy and I, dealing with the trials and tribulations of 14 pre-teens, get a lot closer. The kids leave Saturday morning. Saturday night, we meet up with the other staff who were free, more than ready to unwind. The staff retreat is a battered old cabin on the riverside, a decent walk through the woods from the rest of the camp. Two stories, plenty of cobwebs but no electricity, we make it our own. Coolers and ice keep the drinks cold. Tiki torches keep the bugs away. The moon reflecting off the river provides the atmosphere. "Hell of a job, noob," Christy raises a beer. I clink my bottle against hers. "I learned from the best. You're masterful with those kids." She waves her hand. "You learn a lot over the years. You pick it up fast, and you weren't a bum. Most times it's the girl counselors carrying the guys. I never had to do that with you. I appreciated that." "Thanks." We each take a swig of beer. "Hey, I'm going catch those girls over there. I'll see you later, alright?" I raise my glass. "Later." She bounces away, and my eyes are drawn to the shorts that cling to her muscular form. I shake my head and move to the edge of the candlelight, taking in the view of the river. "Beautiful, right?" I turn. "Hey Greg, how's life?" "Pretty damned good right now. How was your first group?" I smile in the darkness. "Awesome. We were really tight by the time they left. I had a phenomenal time." "Good. It seems like you did a great job. Everyone has spoken really highly of you." "Really?" "Yeah. It can be tough to find good guys to work here." "Christy was just saying something about that." "She has had to deal with plenty of crap. But you held your own against her, and she's the best. Nicely done." "Thanks man." We fall quiet. The beer in my hand is soon empty. I take a breath. "Not that I minded working with her at all." Greg nods. "She's a ton of fun, right?" "She is. And gorgeous." Greg laughs. "That she is. Surprised you haven't brought it up yet." I look at him. "Why's that?" "Come on, man, you've seen most of the guys here drooling all over her, flirting with her non-stop. You were her co! You're not blind." "That I did. I even had to say something to a couple guys once." "And that's what makes you different." Greg said, pointing at me for emphasis. "The bulk of what we do here is in the water, so everyone is in their suits. Guys think that just because girls spend the bulk of their time in a bikini that they're fair game. You don't, you do your job well, and that's what makes you different." I take another drink, forget the bottle is empty. "I mean, it's not like the girls are exhibitionists about it or anything. I'm just trying to do a good job." "You are, man. Keep it up." I look at him again. "So what, you're never tempted?" He sighs, guilty. "It can be hard to keep your eyes averted, I'll say that. But most of the girls are like little sisters to me. Besides, I have a girl on the other side of the state. She's mine, I'm hers." "Sounds serious." He shrugs. "Hope so. We each graduate in December. Plan on marrying her soon after that." "Damn." I say. "Quick, isn't it?" "We're 22. Yeah we're young, but... when you know you know." He grins at me. "You know?" I raise my bottle. "Won't argue to that. Congrats, man." We keep talking. The party continues behind us. The night gets late, Greg says his farewells, and I move through the crowd towards the cabin. A hand grabs mine, pulls me away. "Where have you been?" Christy's voice, hot in my ear. I pull away and smile at her as she drags me behind the cabin. "Talking to Greg. I..." Her lips on mine. She pulls my face towards hers, but still she is on her toes. She doesn't let go for a long time. "I've been waiting to do that all night," she says, her voice husky, deep. I can't think of the words. I kiss her again. We hold it longer this time. She is a foot shorter than me, but still she pushes me against the back of the cabin with no problem. I slide down on to an old bench. She straddles my lap. My hands on her waist, I pull back. "What's happening here?" She pecks me on my lips. "Not enough." She kisses me again, and now our tongues slide past each other's lips. Her hands run down my arms. Mine slide up her back, pulling her lips tighter against mine. I'm erect, already straining against the Velcro of my board shorts. She wriggles her hips, grinding her pussy against me. "You already feel amazing," she whispers, before kissing me again. One of my hand stays against the back of her head, the other slides down her back. I slide my hand inside of her shorts, inside the bikini bottoms underneath. She moans as I squeeze her ass. Her muscular legs tighten on either side. She is humping hard against my shaft now, moaning as she continues to kiss me. Her ass squeezes against my legs. My hand comes up under her shirt. I untie her bikini top. Both my hands go up the front of her shirt, grasping her boobs. Her nipples are hard against my palms, her mounds soft. Her moans deepen. Her entire body, so tight already, shudders. Christy breaks our kiss and hold my head back, staring into my eyes. She continues to grind her hips against me. I feel the warmth through the thin layers. Her mouth forms silent words. I circle her nipples with my thumbs before squeezing them. Hard. That is enough for her. Clasping her mouth back against mine, she moans as her hips buck against me. I push up to meet her. Her tongue swirls around the inside of my mouth. Her body goes rigid and she pulls me against her. I tighten my grip on her nipples. We remain locked until her body slackens against me. She rests her chin against my forehead. "You know it's been a long time when we can keep our clothes on," she gasps. I grunt. She looks down. "Oh baby, I'm sorry!" She bites the tip of my nose. "Just one second." I slide my hands from Christy's breasts. Her shirt still askew, she kisses down my body. She pulls up my shirt. She's on her knees in front of me. She unties my board shorts. Her phone rings. She pauses. "That's Heather's ringtone." She says. She looks up at me. "I know this is terrible timing..." I grin. "Do what you need to do." She give me a grateful smile and kisses my stomach before stepping away. A quick, hurried conversation. She turns back to me, grimacing. She hangs up. "Heather... something came up. Something bad." I grit my teeth, trying to ignore my desperate need for a climax. "Is she okay?" "Yes, it's... she got a rough phone call tonight. She's in tears." I sigh. "Go. She needs you." She drops to her knees again. "You're disappointed. Here, let me..." I stop her. "Not now. Heather needs you. Hopefully it's not too much information, but I can take care of myself." She smiles at me and kisses me again, long and deep. "We've been friends for fifteen years, roommates for five. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow." She runs off into the woods, retying her top as she goes. I lean my head back against the wall. I sigh again. - I don't expect to see Heather the next morning, but she is standing by the pump house when I arrive. She bites her lip as I walk up. "Hey," she says, nervous. I smile. "Hey. Everything okay from last night?" She reddens. It's adorable. "Yes. I am so sorry! My dad called me with some bad news, and I really needed to talk to her. I had no idea that she was... that you two were..." "It's fine," I say, waving her off. "Seriously. I'm just glad you're okay." "I'm fine," she says. Too fast. There's something in her eyes. "You sure?" Heather laughs. "Of course. Let's run." Unlike other runs, today we're silent. We reach our turnaround point without another word. I don't like it. "This your normal pace?" "What?" "This how fast you normally run?" She shrugs. "How about a race?" She look at me. "First back to the pump house." Her eyes narrow. "What are we racing for?" "I don't know. Loser buys winner a drink from the store tonight." She scoffs. "That's it?" "Alright, loser flashes the winner." A spark in her eye. "That's better. Let's go." She quickens her stride and pulls ahead. It has been some time, so I hang back to enjoy the view. She looks back and catches my stare. Her eyes light up and she quickens her pace. "Gonna need to go faster if you want anymore!" She yells back. I'm not worried. We have plenty of room. We near the camp's entrance after a few hard minutes. Heather is breathing hard, in short gasps. I am too, but I know what I have left. As she readies her turn, I make my move. I lengthen my stride and catch up to her just inside the camp gate. She snorts in surprise but ups her pace. Neck and neck we race towards the pump house. I had held back just enough of my reserve. I pull forward in the final thirty paces. "Damn it!" Heather gasps as she falls against the whitewashed wall seconds after me. She's breathing ragged gasps. She's covered in sweat, her hair is pulling free from her ponytail. Her chest is heaving. She looks gorgeous. "Good run," I say holding out my hand. Her eyes narrow again and she slaps my chest. "You could have beaten me by a lot more, couldn't you?" I stammer to buy time. "How much have you slowed down these last few weeks for my sake." I stare at her. "Are you serious? Hardly at all. You can move." She huffs. "Whatever." She grabs my hand and pulls me behind the pump house. "What are you doing?" "A bet's a bet, isn't it?" For the second time in 12 hours I'm pushed against a back wall by a woman. She steps away. She grasps the bottom of her sports bra with both hands. "Ready for your winnings?" I nod, stupefied. Heather pulls up her top. My knees almost sag. White orbs highlighted by crisp tan lines against her dark torso. Pert and full, a sharp contrast from her slender frame. Her nipples are hard against the morning air, the humidity just beginning to take over. I take in her full body, almost nude before me. Her eyes are hard. "You are so beautiful." "You think so?" The words are a challenge. They break me from my stupor. I'm moving before I think of what I'm doing. Her hands come up, but I kiss her before she can stop me. She wraps her arms around me. It's my turn to push her against the wall. We don't break the kiss for a long time. "Do you get turned on when you work out?" I ask. She grins. "Why do you think my showers are so long afterwards?" I don't give her another chance to speak. I kiss her lips, her hair, her neck. She grasps at her sports bra with a feeble attempt. I push her hands away. "Not yet," I gasp. I grasp her breasts with both hands. Firm and soft, they fill each hand. I kiss all around them, my lips finding her nipples after several long moments. She moans in appreciation. I know our time is short, however, and I have further work to do. I push against her breasts, keeping her pinned against the wall. My lips take a purposeful turn south. She gasps when I reach the waistband of her shorts. Kyle's Summer "Kyle..." "Trust me. No need for the shower today." I pull against the pink shorts, the black spandex. A perfect sight awaits me. Once again, there is no middle ground between the white and tan. A perfect line of demarcation left by her bikini an long hours by the pool. Her bikini line is well trimmed, a single line of hair runs up her full mound. Smooth skin on either side. Her moans deepen as I trace her tan lines with my tongue. "Hurry..." she whispers. I force her legs apart canting one knee out to allow for the tight spandex around her calves. I introduce myself to her pussy with one long stroke of my tongue. Heather gasps and places one hand on my head. In that one stroke my tongue had peeled the folds back and revealed her fullness to me. I licked her again, long and slow. Heather is having none of it. She grabs my head and pulls my mouth against her clit. "I need you. Now." I oblige. I circle her clit with tongue in rapid motion before sucking on it, long and hard. I run my hands up and down her legs, smooth and firm. I grasp her clenched ass in both hands, smaller even than Christy's the night before. I break from her clit and run my tongue along her open lips. Still one hand is clasped on my head, the other against the wall. "Oh God, Kyle..." she whispers, and her hips begin to move. I smile and return my tongue to her clit. I slide two fingers into her pussy, delighting in the warmth of the tight cavity. I begin to move them inside her, soft and slow. She's panting, whispering my name. Whispering every cuss word in the book. I hook by fingers inside her as I suck again on her clit. She doubles over on top of me, pulling my face tight against her clit. Her hips jut forward. I push my fingers as far up as they can go. With the other hand I reach up and grab at her breast, twisting her nipple between my fingers. "Ok..." she says, giggling. "ok ok ok ok..." She pushes my head away. I look up at her and grin. I kiss the inside of her thighs as she relaxes against the wall. My own erection is pressing hard against my own spandex. I stand up and spin her around. She moans and thrusts her ass out towards me. I look down at it, stark white and perfect in its form. I run my hand up her pussy, coating my fingers in her juices. She shudders as they run over her the entry to her ass. She looks back at me and bites her lip. I pull down the front of my shorts. My watch alarm goes off. I cannot believe this. "What time is it?" Heather asks, her eyes wide. She looks at her own watch. She squeaks and pulls her sports bra back down. Grabs at her shorts. She stops when my erection is at her eye level. "Oh baby, I'm sorry!" I pull her up. "Please don't say that to me right now." She grabs me, her hand tight around my shaft. "I will make this up to you, I swear." She kisses the tip of my nose. Adjusts herself one more time. She's running across the field before I can say a word. This is getting old. - I see Megan and Christy across the room at breakfast. They each give me pouty faces and winks. I smile back. It might be a grimace. New campers arrive that day. I have a new co-counselor. Heather leaves that night, after another call from her dad. Turns out her mom is pretty sick, not doing well. She dies two weeks later. Christy leaves to give her moral support. The whole staff feels the loss. I don't see either of them again until the last night of the summer. - The final groups of campers leave that morning. We clean the camp one last time. Batten down the hatches. Martin gives us one last speech. After ten weeks, it's the staff's turn to play. The crumbling staff cabin strains to contain the party that night. Two and a half months of sequestered emotions and passion burst from their confines, and everyone is enjoying the ride. I find Greg, the straight man of the entire crew, with a bottle of rum in one hand and a leggy brunette in the other. Turns out his girl finally made it down to see him. The man is beaming. I accept some drinks and some hugs. I laugh a lot. I fend off some advances. I have a great time. A sudden cheer breaks out, and my night explodes. Standing in the middle of the crowd is Christy and Heather. They're beaming, and have never looked better. Matching white shorts. Loose, low-cut tops. Just enough make-up. Everyone is running up to them, hugging them, laughing, crying. I hang back, at the edge of the torchlight. They make their way through the crowd, catching up with old friends. They reach the line of torches, looking around. I head over. "I'm so glad you guys are back." They squeal and jump in my arms. "I'm sorry about your mom, Heather." She smiles, and I see hints of bags beneath her eyes. "It's okay. We knew it was coming for a long time. It just hurt when it finally happened, you know?" "Yeah. You look like you're doing well, though." "Thanks." "You look absolutely gorgeous." She beams. "Thanks." I look at Christy. "How are you doing?" "Great now." She snuggles in close to me. "You smell amazing." I laugh. "First time in ten weeks." She steps back. So does Heather. I see the look in their eye, but can't quite believe it. "We left with a lot of unfinished business." They each take a hand and pull me around the outer edge of the torches. We move towards the trail to camp. "What about everybody else?" "We said what we needed to," Christy says. "Besides," Heather squeezes my hand. "Everyone is here. No one is up at the cabins." I grin in the dark. "Good with me." We're almost running by the time we reach the girls' cabins. Christy throws open their door and we run into their room. The mattresses have been pulled from the beds and spread across the floor. Thick blankets cover them. Candles on mirrored trays are spread around the perimeter of the room. "Wow." I say. "We wanted to prepare something for you," Heather says. I move into the room. The girls stay behind and close the door. Soft music begins to play. I take a deep breath. I feel a stirring deep in my gut. "This is amazing..." I stop talking when I turn. Each girl is standing in her underwear. Skimpy thongs with lace bras, Heather in red, Christy in purple. The juxtaposition between their bodies threatens to overwhelm me. They each slip on a pair of heels. With them Christy reaches my shoulder; Heather is almost equal my height. "You were amazing to us both at the beginning of this summer..." Heather begins, moving forward. "And we want to make sure you remember this for a long time," Christy finishes, her heels clicking on the wooden floors. I don't have anything to say. I look at the two of them, beautiful in the candlelight. "You are beyond beautiful," I say, finding my tongue. I kiss Heather. "Both of you." I move on to Christy. My lips linger. Her fingers stray up my sides. I wrap my hands around her bare back. They drift down to her ass, squeezing each cheek. Heather moves behind me. Her hands wrap around and unbutton my shirt. I pull away from Christy when she is done and turn to face her. I kiss her as Christy removes my shirt. She works on my belt next. I step back so both women are in front of me. Heather kisses my chest as Christy releases my belt, then the buttons beneath it. She draws the zipper of my short down and pulls them off. She joins Heather in kissing my chest. I run my hand over each of their backs. I marvel over their different forms of beauty. I moan as they pull my boxers off. I stand naked before them as they kneel before me. Before they can do anything, I drop to my knees as well. Christy raises an eyebrow. I kiss her. "This needs to be fun for more than just me," I say. I kiss Heather and release her bra. Her bra drops, releasing their glorious charges. The tan lines have softened. I kiss each one before turning back to Christy. I do the same to her. Her breasts are smaller, but have a marvelous shape. She moans as I lick her nipple. I sit back. We stare at each other. I move past them and lay on the mattresses. I gesture to Christy to come over. She crawls over, her breasts hanging. I reach behind her and pull down her thong, weaving it past her heels. I run a hand up her smooth legs, her muscular thighs, her trim and firm ass. "I need you up here," I say, gesturing to my face. I look at Heather. I wink. "You're next." I lay back down on the mattress. Christy bounces over, full of life. She straddles my chest. She drops her breasts down to my mouth. I take them into my mouth one at a time, squeezing each as I do. I grab her ass and drag it forward, until her pussy is directly before my mouth. Christy's is different than Heather's was at the beginning of the summer. Waxed smooth, I can't see a single hair. Her pussy is small, her lips tight. I grin and bend my mouth to the task at hand. I feel a tender kiss on at the base of my shaft. Then Heather's tongue dragging up it to the tip. My legs tense and I moan into Christy's pussy. "Kyle, do that again," she whispers. She moves her hips against my mouth as she says it. I run my hands up her tight abdomen and squeeze her breasts, reveling in the feeling. Heather has moved her attentions solely to my tip. She kisses it, quick, darting movements. She swirls her tongue around it, then takes my entire shaft into her mouth in one swift move. I groan and shove my tongue into Christy's pussy. She gasps and grinds her hips onto my face. I grab her ass and pull the cheeks wide. I lick her from front to back, my tongue teasing her asshole. She drives her pussy onto my mouth, gritting her teeth. Heather moves her mouth up and down my shaft. Her movements are quick, decisive. I struggle to keep my hips still. Christy grabs both her breasts and squeezes her nipples before I do the job for her. Her hands move down to my hair. She rubs my head as I go down on her, then drags her nails across my scalp. I tighten my grip on her nipples in response. She cries out and clutches my head, her body tightening on top of my. Her pussy contracts against my mouth, and I shove my tongue in her as deep as I can. She collapses to the side, and I lean up to look at Heather. She looks up and smiles at me, her mouth still wrapped around my shaft. I reach for her. She gives me one long last lick before sitting up and grabbing my hand in hers. She stands up and lowers her thong. She kicks it off and stands over me, straddling my chest. I pull her legs towards my face. She resists. With a smirk she turns around and kneels over my cock. Heather takes my shaft in one hand and lines it up at her entrance. With the other she strokes the inside of my thigh. With one slow move, she takes me inside of her. I gasp as her pussy strikes the bottom of my shaft. She moans and swirls her hips. As she grinds herself down on top of me, she looks back and bites her lip. She draws one finger across her breast. "Shit that's hot," Christy mutters. I can't tear my eyes off of Heather to respond. She continues to ride me. Her eyes stay locked on mine. I reach for her ass, small and supple. I squeeze it, kneading it in time to her movements. Christy runs her hand along my chest. Put a finger on my mouth. I kiss it. She runs her hand to my throat. Her lips follow. I turn to her and we kiss as Heather continues her ministrations. She stops and pushes down on me, squeezing my shaft. I moan into Christy's mouth. Heather turns to face me. Her pussy leaves my cock for a needful moment. We lock eyes again over Christy's blonde hair. I run my hands up her torsos, taking her breasts in my hands, squeezing them against my palms. They still feel perfect. Heather begins to move again, this time with a greater sense of urgency. She closes her eyes and gasps as she moves, slamming her pussy down on top of me. Christy pulls away from me and kneels next to her friend. Heather stops her slamming and grinds in to me once more. Christy whispers into her ear. Heather grabs my sides in a tight grip. Her hips buck in frantic movements as Christy continues to whisper, a smile on her face. She lowers one hand to Heather's clit and moves her fingers in tight, quick circles. Heather throws her head back and moans, a harsh, ragged sound. Her pussy contorts around my shaft. I grab her hips and push up into her, but stay under control. Christy leans down and bites her nipple. Heather grins down on me harder, the muscles in her neck straining. She releases my sides and collapses back, her chest heaving. Christy grins down at me. "Nice work. But I think it's finally your turn, isn't it?" She takes my shaft in one hand and leans forward. I grab her shoulder and push her back to the mattress. Startled, she looks at me. I grab her legs, massaging the muscles before pushing them back over her head. She beams from between them. "I have wanted this for so long," she whispers. I plunge into her, slamming the base of my shaft against her pussy. Still soaking wet from her earlier orgasm, she takes me with ease. She wraps one leg around my waist, the other locks against my shoulder. She keeps her eyes on my face as I pound into her. Heather comes from behind and presses her body against mine. Her firm nipples dig against my shoulder blades. She licks my ear as drive her best friend into the mattress. Christy gasps, begs for more. Heather wraps her arms tight around my chest. She bites the back of my neck. I slam into Christy with all the power I have. I grab one of her breasts with my hand, squeezing hard. She opens her mouth and drops her head back. "Christy..." I say, unable to finish. "Explode inside me Kyle, I want you to so ba..." she moans as release into her. I push inside of her unwilling to ever escape. Heather's scrapes my chest with her nails. Bites my shoulder. I collapse on top of Christy when I finish. Her pussy is still twitching around my shaft. She moves her hips against mine. I push in one last time, and she moans. "Thanks," I whisper. "Both of you." Christy put her hand against my face. Heather massages my back. "Thank you," she purrs. "You treated us better than any other guy ever has at this camp. We wanted to show you our appreciation." "I have never felt so appreciated in my life." I pull out of Christy, careful not to hurt her. I collapse on the mattress next to her and pull Heather down next to us. I lay between two beautiful women and look admire what they have put together. "I'm glad the room didn't burn down," I say, and Christy laughs. "Why do you think we were so anxious to get you back here?" She pushes herself up and wriggles across the room for my enjoyment. She blows at the candles one by one, and I drink in the view. Her blonde hair a mess, her body tanned and toned. I can see muscles ripple through her ass and thighs as she bends down by the table by the door. I am entranced until she moves behind us. I snuggle Heather closer to me and tilt up her chin. "Hey gorgeous," I whisper. "Hi," she responds. We kiss long and slow. A small hand rubs my hair. "I leave to do all of the work, and this is how I'm repaid?" We break the kiss. Christy is smiling at us, no trace of anger on her face. The room is dark. "I bet the stars are gorgeous right now," Christy says, snuggling back down beside me. A sudden thought. "I bet there's no one down by the Hobies, right?" Heather giggles. Christy bolts up next to me. "That is a phenomenal idea. Let's go!" We jump up from the mattresses. I pull up my shorts. The girls kick off their heels and wrap towels around themselves. We run out of the cabin, sprinting across the quiet camp. The moon lights our way. The girls duck into the bathroom for a moment. Hygiene, you know? We wind through the cabins, cut across an open field, and race across the sand. Tucked in a far corner of the camp are our six Hobie Cats, small catamarans that fly across the water. We jump on one, the stretched canvas of the trampoline a perfect platform for our stargazing. We assume the same prone positions as in the cabin, Christy and Heather on either side of me. None of us speak for a few minutes. The stars are blazing and fill the sky. The breeze is cool off the water. "Perfect," I whisper. Christy giggles. Heather sighs. A finger, I'm not sure whose, traces the waist of my shorts. I smile as another hand reaches for my button. I turn Christy's face to mine and kiss her. My shorts are off in seconds. The towels are tossed to the side. The night attains a new level of perfection. The pale skin of each girl is stark in the moonlight. I use the dim light to guide my hands from Heather's plump breasts to Christy's firm ones. Heather pulls me to her for a kiss, and I'm shocked by her intensity. She breaks it and stares into my eyes. Even in the darkness I see the lust. I kiss her again as Christy bounces in front of me on her hands and knees. She kisses my throat, my chest, my stomach. Her tongue circles my pubic hair before she takes me into her mouth. I groan into Heather's mouth. She pushes me back to the trampoline as Christy continues. I want to taste her. I need to have my tongue inside her. I reach for her, but Heather smiles and keeps me away. "Her first," she says, reaching for her friend. Christy looks up and grins. She jumps up and moves so she straddles me on her knees. "You want him to finish with you?" Heather smiles and nods. Christy pecks her on the cheek. "He's all yours." She backs up until her amazing ass is just above my face. I grasp it as her mouth returns to my cock. I spread her cheeks apart and attack her pussy. She groans and pulls up from my cock. "I love every inch of you," I say, running my tongue from her clit to her asshole. She squeaks as I spend a moment's time there. My hands run up and down her ass, over her legs, they reach under and grab her breasts. I squeeze them, adoring their feel. Christy keeps up her end of the bargain, her hand and mouth busy on my shaft. She starts bucking her hips. Her ass clenches above me. I stick two fingers deep inside of her. She shudders. Her hips move faster. I glance over at Heather. One hand is squeezing a breast, the other is tapping against her thigh. I need to move fast. I push my body lower so Christy's clit is directly above my mouth. "You're amazing, beautiful," I say. I pull her clit to my mouth and pull my fingers from her pussy and start massaging her asshole. Her entire reacts. She pulls up from my cock, gasping. Her hands stretch down my legs, grasping them along the way. My ring finger, well lubed, slips past her tight ring. My tongue flits in circles around her clit. Christy's entire body tenses. "Yes, yes yes yesyesyes..." she whispers. My free hand reaches and grabs her breast, my fingers twist her nipple. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps. She reaches back and shove three fingers deep into her pussy. I push my ring finger deeper. Once more, her entire body tenses. Her ass clenches down around my hand, her pussy spasms above my face. I pull my hand from her breast and run it along her rippling abdomen. She collapses on top of me and pushes my head away. "That was... that was..." she's gasping. I roll her off me gently and turn to Heather. The younger girl leaps on top of me, kissing me and pulling me closer. My cock slides into her without resistance. She adjusts on my lap and grinds her pelvis into mine. Our eyes are closed, our lips locked. She tightens as a minute orgasm ripples through her. She pushes me down to the trampoline, her hands pressing down on my shoulders. She rides me in earnest, moving her hips back and forth. I run my hand down her face. With the other I grasp one of her jiggling breasts. We continue like that for some time. When she stops for a breather, I seize the initiative. I pull her to me and her over to her back. Now I pin down her wrists as I take control. I slam into her again and again, pulling far out before ramming full into her once more. She's gasping in time to my thrusts. I kiss her again. Our bodies are on fire. The gentle breeze kisses my skin. I roll to the side so Heather can feel it as well. I grab her ass and she my hip. We pull ourselves into each other in a frenzy. Kyle's Summer "Grab my boob, grab it now..." She gasps. I am happy to comply. One of her legs wraps around mine. I pull out of her pussy before slamming back into the hilt. I adjust my hips, driving in deeper. Heather's mouth opens and her body stiffens. Her leg struggles against mine and she wraps her arms around me. I push my cock deeper inside of her. She lets out a strangled cry as her orgasm clasps. I keep my arms locked around her, one hand clasped to her ass. I see Christy behind her, one hand lightly circling her clit. Heather relaxes back as her climax fades. I, however, cannot remain still. I roll her onto her stomach and position myself at her opening once more. "Just a little more baby," I whisper, and push into her pussy from behind. She gasps and her heels strike my back. I pound into her as fast as I can. The Hobie sways in the sand beneath us. I lean over her, kissing her neck, her beautiful shoulders. She reaches back and clasps at my ass, pulling me deeper inside of her. She laughs while she gasps. "Kyle... deeper..." I grasp both of her shoulders, grunting with the effort. I push myself up and see her petite ass framed by white. I groan as I release inside of her. She gasps and I hold tight to her shoulders, keeping her close beside me. I collapse on top of her when I'm done. "That's how to end a summer," I breathe. Heather murmurs, happy and content. Christy reaches over and kisses my neck. We pull in close to each other, falling asleep beneath their towels. The rising sun greets us in the same position the next morning.