0 comments/ 5908 views/ 4 favorites The Camp Atterberry Tales Ch. 01 By: romantagirl Laura took a deep breath and let it out. "Ok, "she said. "this isn't something that I have ever actually done, and I'm not sure I actually want to do it in real life, but when this kind of thing floats through my mind, it just turns me on. I've never told anyone because I know it will change their idea of me and probably put a label on me. So I guess I'm saying I'm really trusting you guys." She was quiet for a minute picking at the label on her beer bottle with her thumbnail, not looking at anyone. "It's ok." This came from Ben. "We all think you're cool and we won't change our minds because of a fantasy. We are all prepared to bare our secrets here and none of us want to be judged by them. It means a lot that you volunteered to go first." We all smiled in agreement. She smiled back and took another deep breath. Her usual outgoing confidence returns as she begins her story. "Ok, here goes...' So I'm out on one of the Main Street bars, maybe Molly's so I can dance. I'm by myself and I'm a little tipsy, but not really drunk. I'm out there dancing, but that creepy guy is there, you know the one. So every time he tries to dance with me I leave the floor and get another drink. Then when the coast is clear, I go back out to dance.' So one of the times I'm at the bar, there is this other girl next to me by herself too. She is watching the dance floor like I am and I ask her if she is waiting for the same creepy guy to leave the dance floor before she goes to dance and she laughs and says yes.' So then we start talking. She is really cool and we like the same movies and even had some of the same professors. Then we see that the coast is clear. We leave our empty glasses and go to the dance floor. At first we are each doing our own thing but then we see the guy coming back and I just move closer to her. I nod in his direction and when she sees him, she moves closer to me, she dances with her back to my front like we are together so he stays away.' So now we are laughing and grinding on each other and having fun. Then a really heavy bass song comes on and she just moves in closer to me and I put my hands on her hips, puling her closer yet and close my eyes. The music doesn't seem to have any words or context. I can just feel it moving the both of us. My mind is blank thanks to the rum and all I can feel is the beat of the music and her body pressed against mine. I am intoxicated by more than just the alcohol and endorphins.' I suddenly realize I'm breathing heavy, not just from the dancing. At the same moment I realize she is too. I love the feel of her body. Not like a man's. It's softer, more gentle, but at the same time hotter. I mean there's just more heat, you know.' I just want to feel the beauty and heat of her so I find my hands sliding up. I wand to feel the slopes and planes of her body. She's athletic so my hands slide straight up her soft sides to her firm ribs and then around to cup her soft breasts. The way the soft flesh fills my hands is so nice I want to cry. It feels so much like my own body, but so different at the same time.' She arches her back pressing her ass into my throbbing crotch and her breasts into may hands harder. She reaches up and behind to grip my hair. She turns her head to expose her neck and pulls my face down to her. I inhale deeply. I can smell her perfume, but underneath is her own musky scent. I'm panting now with desire and then I taste. The saltiness of her flesh the slight almost peachy feeling of the tiny soft hairs on her neck., Her chest pushes up sharply into my hands as she gasps. I feel almost hungry suddenly and I bite her neck and squeeze her breasts. I can feel the nipples hard under my palms so I pinch them. A slight cry comes from her throat and I open my eyes.' 'Did I hurt you?' I ask; suddenly coming back to myself.' She turns around to face me and I can see my own hunger reflected in her eyes. She smiles and shakes her head. She leans in and whispers in my ear that she lives just two blocks away and do I want to get out of there with her. I don't even think about it, we just leave together.' I walk with her back to her apartment. By the time we go inside and she flicks the light on, I am starting to be nervous. Being away from the music and out in the fresh air has cleared my head a little and I realize why we are here and that I've never done this with another woman before. She closes the door and turns to look at me. She smiles and steps close. She's shorter than me and so she has to look up at me.' "You've never been with a woman, have you?" she asks me. I just shake my head. Before I can say anything she says, "If you want to change your mind, it's totally fine. I understand the heat of the moment might be a little lost, but I promise, if you stay and just relax into it, you will have an experience worth having." She smiles again and walks over to a computer at a desk in the corner. After a minute or two of clicking, she has some music on like what we were dancing to at the bar. She walks to the fridge. "You want a drink?" she asks. Her front end is hidden behind the fridge door, but I can see her ass bent over from around the door. I say yes, but when she brings it over I just put it down and slide my hand around to the back of her neck to pull her in for a kiss. I had been thinking about how I felt at the bar. The hunger and need was so strong. It made me feel somehow masculine. I don't know, more in control or more confident or something. Anyway, I want that feeling back, and I know that letting my apprehension and inhibition rule me would not do it. So I decide to go for it.' I kiss her deeply. One hand behind her head, buried in her hair, and the other roaming around from her side to her back, holding her close. There is an urgency and a passion but without the edge of aggression you have with a guy. Even with the nicest guy, there's always that sort of caveman feeling that comes with intense passion, and I like that usually, but this is different and I can't help getting caught up in her body again. This time more intense because she is exploring mine too.' I can feel her hands on my hips, sliding up under my shirt. Her hands glide along my skin and I get goosebumps. I can feel her smile against my mouth. The deep needful urgency has morphed to a playful exploration. While our hands move and test, our mouths part and she bites at my lips gently. Her hand comes up to my face. Her fingertips press lightly on my jaw to push my face away from hers. Then her mouth lowers to my neck.' A moan involuntarily escapes my throat and my arm constricts around her waist. Her hand is still near my jaw so I extend my tongue to pull two of her fingers into my mouth and suck. She turns around so her back is pressed against me again.' I kiss her neck to her clavicle now and move my hands over the front of her body. I love the feel of the contrast between her firm ribs and soft abdomen. Her back arches and writhes against me, urging me on. My left hand slides into the low neckline of her top. She is so petite, she doesn't need a bra so my hand just cups the soft flesh of her breast. She is panting hard now and each heaving breath presses her hard nipple into the palm of my massaging hand.' My right hand rests on the slight curve of her belly until I can feel her right hand sliding down my arm to cover my hand. Then she pushes it down across her belly until my fingertips pass under the hem of her waistband. I don't wait for further encouragement. I plunge my hand down and in. I cup my fingers over her as I would myself. I can feel how wet she it, just like I know I am. Her tight jeans leave only enough room for me to slide my fingers up and down her wet labia, gliding over her hard clit over and over.' The sensation in my hand is so familiar, but to feel no answering sensation in my groin is a shock but I find the symmetry of this moment sublime. She is moaning and crying out now, so I don't stop until she suddenly grips my wrist. She pulls my hand out of her jeans up to her mouth she sucks on one finger. Then she moves my hand to my own mouth. The heavy scent of her fills my head. I open my mouth and taste her on my own fingers. Again the sensation is so familiar, but at the same time utterly new and intoxicating.' Then she steps away from me and turns to face me. She bites her lip as she hooks one finger in my belt and begins to walk backward; pulling me toward the door down the hall. As soon as we are in her room, she peels off her shirt, dropping it to the floor. She is wiggling out of her jeans by the time I have my own shirt off. Her panties are purple and the back is a lacy butterfly design. They are super cute, I think about asking her where she got them, but she is already helping me off with my own jeans.' When I am in my bra and panties, she reaches past me to open a drawer of her dresser. There are about half a dozen dildos in there. Some with batteries, some without, and one of those black strap-on devices along with some other erotic odds and ends. She grabs a red one with batteries from the jumble and turns to push me back onto the bed.' There she lays me back and straddles me. She peels my bra off and goes to work on my breasts. Massaging, kissing and tweaking, She soon has me writhing and moaning under her. Then she begins kissing her way down my stomach. I bend my knees and spread my legs as wide as I can. I even push my hips up. I want her so bad I can't think of anything else.' She kisses the inside of my thighs. Nibbles and licks her way up and down both legs, everywhere but the one place throbbing for her attention. Then there is an absence of sensation. It lasts just long enough that I flinch when I feel the tip of her tongue lightly flick my wet labia. Then it returns to slide up the length of them, the touch so gentle, it's barely there. Then again, but this time just barely slipping between my lips to plunge in at the top to meet my hard clit and flick it.' My whole body jerks and I cry out. That's when she really goes to work on me. The way she employs her tongue, lips, fingers, and the vibrator is like a work of art. Like a Chopin symphony building the emotional tension so close to the crescendo, but always holding painfully short of the climax. I am caught up in an ocean of sensations. My rational brain has been drowned and I am left with my primal reactive self which is at the mercy of the ebb and flow of this ocean. I can feel the tide rising within me. Amidst my gasps and moans I can hear her asking if I'm ready to cum. Somehow I am able to gasp an affirmative through my moaning and panting.' It is only a moment before my mind explodes. I know fireworks is such a cliché, by the low blood flow to my brain and the overactivity of neurons firing looks like nothing more than fireworks blasting over the surface of my temporarily blinded eyes like the grand finale on the fourth of July. My whole body convulses with the force of my orgasm, and it doesn't stop for a while. I can't stop the scream that tears from my throat. It is the single most complete orgasm of my life.' When her face appears in front of mine, I grab it in both of my hands and kiss her hungrily. I roll us over so I am on top of her. Usually right after I cum, all I want to do is snuggle or sleep, but tonight I am possessed. I feel a need to be the active party now, I am finished with being passive in this exchange. I stand up and walk over to the dresser. Plunging my hand into the still-open drawer, I pull back with the black strap-on." She comes over and helps me put it on then turns, bends her body languorously and slinks cat-like onto the bed. She perches there on all fours with her ass at the edge of the bed. I walk over and place one hand in the small of her back. I place the tip of the lubricated, black, veiny dick at her opening. I slowly begin to push. Her own lubrication and arousal makes it slide forward with little resistance. She moans and grips the bedspread.' The action of thrusting gives me an overpowering feeling of dominance and control. even without the pleasure sensation of a real penis, I feel somehow powerful and I can suddenly see why men are so ravenous for this. I want to thrust again and again, pumping my hips with speed and force. This sudden urge scares me.' "I don't want to hurt you." I say, suddenly too concerned to do anything at all. "It's OK." She replies, "I'll tell you what I feel." I thrust gently, almost hesitantly at first, but with her encouragement, I go a little deeper and faster until we reach a rhythm and she purrs instructions and praise and instructions. Finally she reaches for the vibrator that is still on the bed. She turns it on and thrusts it between her legs. I slow and barely move as she rocks herself back and forth and rubs the vibrator on her clit until she too cums and then flops forward onto the bed.' Once she has slid off of my pretend appendage, I remove it to fit myself into bed next to her. I am content to cradle her and feel her sweat-slicked body cool against mine as we fall asleep." ***** Laura stands up from her camp chair and bows before stating, "The End!" and sits back down. Natalie and I applaud. "Holy shit." Ben says. "I don't think I had properly prepared myself for this." Although it was clear we had all been turned on by Laura's story, Ben had the distinct disadvantage of having a painfully visible reaction. "You should do something about that." Natalie teases Mae by nodding at the straining front of Ben's shorts. "I will." Says Mae with a slight note of defensiveness. "After that story, he might need to up his game with me too." Now she is giving Ben a slightly impish grin." Everyone is quiet for a breath. Then Natalie says, "Well, what are you waiting for, we obviously all need more than just words after that!" I can see it's true. The heat in my own face from the alcohol and arousal is mirrored in the flushed faces and slightly parted lips around the fire. "You guys want to watch?" Mae asks this with an overtone of reproach, but underneath the hint of anticipation. I can tell she wants to but needs only a little encouragement to act. "I don't see an internet connection..." Laura says. "You two are the next best thing." Ben is laughing now. "Mae? She's not the type to..." He is cut off because an expression of determination comes over Mae's face and then she swirls out of her chai and into Ben's Lap, Kissing him hard. His hands are instantly on her, he is not even pretending to protest. they kiss for a few moments before she moves to her knees between his legs. they fumble to get his shorts out of the way so his cock springs free. I exchange approving looks with Natalie and Laura. Ben has nothing to be ashamed of down there. We don't see much of it before Mae has it in her mouth. "Oh fuck." Ben moans as he alternates rolling his head back and looking at Mae's head bobbing up and down on him. I have never watched someone else have sex in person, porn sure, but not right in front of me. I am panting with arousal, but don't quite know what to do. "Twist your hand while you do that." Laura gives Mae a pointer. I laugh as I see that Mae follows instructions and Ben promptly reacts with a moan. "Make little bobs but make your lips really tight around the head." I chime in. I can tell she is trying it because Ben again reacts, but this time with a jerk and an "oh fuck." We continue suggesting technique until Mae suddenly stands up and starts peeling her clothes off. Ben removes his shirt before Mea straddles him in his camp chair. As they kiss passionately again we can see Ben's cock rubbing and bumping her groin as she moves. His arms are wrapped tightly around her, keeping her small body close to his. Finally, her hips move to find him and she lowers herself onto him without using her hands at all. She moves up and down on him, but no for long. He suddenly stands up, her weight nothing as they are still joined he moves over to the table and lays her down on the top. He hooks his arms under her knees and begins to thrust. I am suddenly aware of my flushed face and aching groin. I break my gaze from the rutting couple and notice that Natalie already has her hand in her pants and Laura is stroking her breasts. I plunge my hand inside my own underwear and meet the gush of moisture. I look back up and see that Ben is still thrusting but is leaning down to whisper in her ear. I can see it but I can't hear what he says and for some reason I find it extremely erotic. He licks her ear and then bites it. I cum. From the sounds I can tell that Natalie and Laura are not far behind me. Ben himself soon plunges a deep tell-tale thrust that he holds while his muscles strain and then he relaxes. Mae kisses him deeply and they both catch their breath. All five of us are exhausted now. Laura is the first to stand up. "Nat, this whole thing was your idea, so you're next." She hasn't finished speaking before she is on her way to bed. We all follow without saying much else. What on earth would another day bring to this little erotic microcosm we have created? The Camp Atterberry Tales Ch. 02 I woke up early the morning after Laura's story. Everyone was still asleep. I'm pretty sure everyone was way more drunk than I had been the night before. The air was still sharp and I could see my breath puff faintly as I walked down to the lakeshore. I was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the dock watching the cold clear sun peek slowly over the tree line. As I sat there thinking about my group of friends and what we had done the night before, the white frost on the metal posts of the dock melted away to a sweat-like sheen. How would everyone feel about the situation we found ourselves in? After worrying about my companions for a long while, I began to wonder about my own feelings. Was this getting out of hand? Was I prepared for my turn to bare my deepest sexual fantasy? Laura's fantasy had come as a surprise, but I didn't feel any differently about her, she was still my best friend. In fact, I might have discovered a thing or two about myself. A possibility I had never considered, now seemed plausible, when presented the way Laura had. Maybe I could do the same for someone else in the group. But Laura's fantasy had just been admitting a possible bisexual tendency or experimenting or whatever. I felt like my fantasy was dirty and shocking. Laura wasn't a pervert for what she shared, she should be celebrated for being honest with herself and us. We should feel honored to have her trust. But wasn't this exactly what Natalie had been trying to say? Years ago what Laura had told us would get her locked away or even killed. Her sexual tendencies are no more or less sick than my own. It is simply other people's judgment I was afraid of. But that fear runs deep. I could see why Natalie thought this was so important. I guess I never thought about it before. Everyone knew people with kinks and fetishes were perverted and creepy and to be avoided and distance maintained. All the while I outwardly agreed with this assessment and joked about "those sickos", but inside, my shame simmered, knowing that I was a secret sicko. That wasn't healthy. If Natalie was correct, it wasn't just me inwardly squirming with shame, but everyone else too. How stupid. Even if our kinks are all different, shouldn't we be respectful of everyone's individuality? It wasn't hurting anyone after all. This is America! We are supposed to be free to express ourselves, right? I was starting to understand why Natalie could get angry about this topic so quickly. I had only been thinking about it for an hour or so and I was getting a little upset. Yes, I was glad we were sharing this experience with each other. We were lucky to have such an interesting chain of events lead us here. We were safe and respected and no one would be judging us. I started to look forward to Natalie's session that night and even to my own turn when it came. ******* That day passed much as the day before had. There was some uneasiness in the morning, especially on Mae's part, but is melted like the frost on the dock when it was clear no one was judging anyone for any part of the night before. It was a giddy sense of freedom that I, and likely the others, had never experienced before. We now enjoyed not only the freedom from the structured life of classes and work, but now from the cultural restraints and pretenses we didn't even realize were weighing us down. We had all seen each other naked and aroused. Was there anything more to hide from each other? I could even see the ample Midwestern bubble of personal space shrinking for each of us. We stood and spoke closer to one another than we were used to, even touching and physical contact becoming more and more comfortable. When the time came to make and eat dinner, everyone seemed rushed and excited. The anticipation of the story was much more exciting than eating burgers and chips. But once we had finished eating and cleaning up, everyone just sat around the fire with their drinks. There was a slight anxiety along with the anticipation. None of us knew what might happen that night. Natalie finally broke the tension when she began to speak. ******** "So this is a fantasy I have had for a very long time." She began. "But I need to tell you about why this is such a big deal to me. When I was in high school, I had this boyfriend. We dated the last two years of high school and then went to college together. We had the rest of our lives planned out together. We were going to get our degrees in business and marketing, get married in the Florida Keys, and move up to Door County to open a Bed and Breakfast. We were going to have three kids. Alexis Marie, Aiden James, and Ethne Grace. You know how you are in High school, everything seems so easy and straight forward. I thought I was going to be with him for the rest of my life. We were both confident and exciting people. I could see my life laid out in front of me on a red carpet, all I had to do was live it.' Near the beginning of my freshman year of college, I started having this fantasy. I dreamed it so many times it feels like it actually happened sometimes. It was such a part of me that I shared it with him. I told him how much it turned me on and asked him if we could do something like it. Just roll playing, you know. He tried a couple of times, but it didn't really work. I was disappointed, but I knew I could get over it. It was just one thing, right? Except that he broke up with me six week later. He said he didn't know me like he thought he did and that he couldn't see our life together anymore.' I felt betrayed, you know? I hadn't changed at all, I was just being honest with him. It still devastated me and I completely blamed myself and my sick mind for ruining my life. It took me a long time to realize and come to terms with the fact that we probably would have broken up anyway. People change and grow so much in college we would have come out the other end completely different people. But to suddenly stop blaming yourself or being self-deprecating is easier said than done. To know something is different than to feel it.' Once I finally did get myself back, I was angry. It's why I get so worked up about this kind of thing. I just hope someday he can admit to himself what his own True feeling are and be happy with himself.' Anyway, that's why this is so important to me and why it's such a big deal to me to share this with you. So here it is:' I get home from work at the amphatheater. We had a big concert and it went pretty late. It is the end of July so it is hot and really humid, so I am a mess when I walk in the door. I'm so exhausted, I don't even close the door all the way behind me. I just head straight for the shower, leaving a trail of damp, sweaty clothes behind me.' I step naked into the shower, smelling musky and heat radiating from my sweaty skin. I turn the water on and the shock of the cold stream against my skin makes me gasp. Then, one at a time, ,my muscles relax and I sigh as I let the cold water shower onto my face, carrying the dirt and salt to trickle down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach. Then slither down the inside of my leg to disappear down the drain. I just stand there for a while luxuriating in the sensations against my tired skin. I turn to wet my hair, my back and my ass.' I squeeze a blob of soap in my hand and sigh and moan as I start rubbing my neck and arms. Then around to soap my breasts. One soapy hand slides easily down to rub up and down between my legs. I linger here longer than needed to be clean. Then both hands are behind me rubbing my ass. The fingers of one hand slide up and down between and one soapy finger presses against the hole until it sinks in to the first knuckle. I press my finger in and out a few times, feeling the muscles relax slightly around it.' Finally with a sigh, I turn the water off and step out of the shower. After patting myself mostly dry with a towel, I pad naked down the hall to my room. I slip on a fresh pair of white lacy panties and grab the white shirt from the top of my laundry pile. My cooled skin prickles in the night air as I walk through the house to the kitchen. I'm just going to make a sandwich before bed." When I open the fridge door, the rush of cold air turns my nipples hard to press against the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I grab everything I need for a sandwich and set it on the counter. I flick the radio on and hum as I assemble my sandwich, my hips sway slightly to the music. I put a glass under the faucet to fill with water. I can feel the hairs on the pack of my neck prickle for an instant before I suddenly feel a hand clasped oven my mouth and I am drawn sharply backward to be pinned to the chest of an unknown man. The glass slips from my hand to break in the sink as the water continues to run. My feet are off the ground and I flail wildly in my panic with arms and legs. I hear a low gravely voice near my ear. It doesn't shout or rush in any way. 'Stop struggling. I have a knife. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me.' That's when I feel something cold at my neck and I freeze. I barely even breathe. My heart is pounding so hard I can barely hear what the voice says. 'Good girl. Now I am going to take my hand off your mouth. You are not going to make a sound. Do you understand?' I jerk my head in a nod as best I can with him still holding my face so tightly. The hand releases my face but hovers for a moment as if waiting for me to scream. When I make no sound except for my gasping breaths, he lowers the hand. 'Very good.' He praises as his hand lowers down the front of my body. I do not tilt my head to watch it because the knife is still holding my chin up. Although he does not touch me, I am acutely aware of the hand as it descends. I flinch slightly as it finally makes contact with me. It rests on the front of my hips, his little finger only a fraction of an inch above my vulva. That fraction of an inch drawing all my focus. My eyes prick with tears as I wait for him to violate me. The fact that he does not instantly do so makes my anticipation and dread of the action grow. He does not move his hands, but I can feel him lower his head to my neck. With the edge of the blade he tilts my head, opening the side of my vulnerable neck to him. I can feel his hot breath just under the back of my ear as he breathes deeply the fragrance of my clean skin and hair. The wet noise of his lips slowly parting and I feel the tip of a tongue graze the back edge of my ear. I flinch again and a small squeaky whimper comes out through my nose as I feel his mouth close on my neck. He kisses it slowly and the hand on my hips pulls back so my ass is pressed hard against something stabbing hard into my back, twitching slightly. Then his teeth scrape my skin slightly. The next cry comes from my mouth as a tear trails down my face. 'I told you, I don't want to hurt you.' he says in response to my despair. 'All you have to do is be honest with me. If you don't want me here, I'll leave.' I wasn't quite sure how to respond to this. Was it a trap? He hadn't asked me a question and the knife was making it difficult to speak. Before I could decide on a course of action, he continued. 'Why don't we ask her if she wants me to stay?' I didn't know what he was talking about until his wand began to move. The hand slides up to the waistband of my panties and then slipped inside. His hand is large and rough against the shaved lips of my pussy. My heart sinks as he presses his fingers between to release a gush of slippery moisture. My body is betraying me. Why is it reacting like this? Why am I wet, I'm not turned on. Am I? 'Mmmmm." He moans against my neck. 'That's what I thought. She wants me to stay.' He begins to stroke my slit, spreading the wetness. 'She wants to know what I will do next.' Then he grips me hard and I hiss in a breath. 'Can you guess what I will do next?' The last question is a low whisper. I can hear the lust in his voice, but he is still utterly in control and calm. He slowly slides his hand out, the entire length of his middle finger grazing maddeningly over my aroused clit. Once his hand is free, he raises it up before my face. I can see the wetness glistening on the fingers and smell myself from them. He pulls the hand over to my neck to wipe some of the juices onto my skin. Then he leans in to lick and suck it off me. 'Mmm. Delicious.' he says. 'Here, taste." He presses his fingers to my lips and invades my mouth. I can taste my familiar musky tangy flavor. He commands me to suck, so I do. All together and then one finger at a time. 'Very good girl.' He praises. 'Now come with me.' His arm wraps around my middle and he lifts me to carry me into the dining room. He sets me down in front of the edge of the table. When I don't move, I feel a hand between my shoulder blades pushing me to bend slowly forward until my torso rests against the table top. My lip trembles and another tear drains down my face as I assume this vulnerable position. He walks a step away from me and the light goes out as he unplugs the lamp and the clock. I can hear him cutting both cords. When he returns, my arms are pulled together behind my back and tied at wrist and elbow. Then I can feel his hand sliding between my thighs to run down the inside of my left leg to my ankle. He pulls it over to the table leg and binds it there. He repeats this with my right leg. I am now trapped in a truly vulnerable position. I wait for him to rip off my panties and violate me, but instead I can hear him move a chair around to position directly behind me. There is an absence of sensation that lasts for so long I don't feel that I can bear it any more. Finally I feel his fingertips lightly brushing up the back of my legs. So slowly. The touch is so light and my body is so aware that the acute sensation is almost painful. I grind my teeth and press my forehead hard into the tabletop. I am panting now and I realize I am aching for something to fuck me. I am half mad for it. I squirm under the gentle touches. 'Is there something wrong?' I hear behind me. 'I want...' I pant out the first few words, but I can't force the rest of them out. 'What do you want, Pet?' This time he whispers right near my ear. He is bent over my closely and I can feel his throbbing manhood pressing against me again. When I continue to say nothing for several minutes, he admonishes, 'C'mon, Pet. You know I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me.' As he says the word 'give' he thrusts his hips forward, grinding himself against me. I moan and whimper slightly. 'Looks like I'll just have to guess.' He says as he stands up. He stands behind me gripping and massaging my ass as he muses to himself, 'Let's see. Hmm. What is it that you want? How about an orgasm? Most women want that.' He gathers my panties and pulls them up hard against my clit. I gasp and try to go up onto my tiptoes, but my ankles are tied too securely. Then I can feel the cold blade of the knife and he quickly cuts my panties off in two swipes. Now I am open and exposed before him. I feel a thick finger running up and down my wet lips, once it is coated with my slick juices, he twists the finger inside me. I gasp again, this time pressing back against the finger. I want something inside me so badly. 'Such an eager little whore.' He observes. I can hear the smile in his voice. For a moment I am happy that I have pleased him, and then angry at the condescention. It does not last long, however because he is now pressing and stimulating my g-spot aggressively. When he adds his other hand to my clit, I cry out, 'Oh! Yes, yes, don't stop, please. Yes-yes-yes.' My voice rises in pitch and my breath comes faster until suddenly he pulls his hands away. I scream with the shock and frustration of being so suddenly and violently removed from the cusp of my climax. I sob a few times as he says, 'no, maybe that wasn't what you wanted. I suppose I'm just not a good guesser. You will have to tell me what you want.' 'I want you to fuck me.' I mutter this into the placemat. Suddenly I feel an intense stinging slap across my ass. It was much sharper than a hand I gasp and scream a little and I realize it was the crack of a belt hitting me. 'You must be clear.' he explains patiently. 'I cannot play this game forever.' 'I want you to fuck me!!' This time I nearly yell it, annunciating each word clearly. 'Much better.' He says but then sucks in a breath through his teeth and tsks a few times. 'But your request... now that's a big one. You would have to ask very nicely if you want something like that." 'Please Sir, please fuck me. I need it. I need you to fuck me Sir, please. I'll do anything, Sir, please!' I am nearly crying with need now and I push my hips back in search of his cock as though I could impale myself without him having to do anything. Then I could hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I mewl and squirm, urging him to hurry. But I know nothing will make him go at any pace but his own, and he likes to see me in need of him. It feels like forever and then I feel my lips being spread as a rigid cock slides between them. He does not thrust in right away, however. He glides along, wetting his cock with my arousal. I start to get apprehensive at this point because I am now aware of his size and it is substantial. I have never fucked anyone this big before and I don't know what it's going to be like. Then I find out. He grips both sides of my hips and then pushes slowly inside me. I am so wet and aroused that if he weren't so big, he could have easily sheathed balls deep in one quick thrust. Instead, he had to push slowly, forcing me to stretch to accommodate his size. My breath halts as I try to relax my muscles but the sweet pain is so consuming that I can't feel anything else. I want to pull away, but I am tied too securely. I force myself to take the pain. Then he pulls back slightly to deliver his first thrust. Just a single thrust, but it is hard and sharp. I hear a muted scream and know that I made it, but my brain has entered a state I have never encountered before. By pushing past what I thought my own threshold was, my brain no longer registers inconsequential facts. What I see and hear is irrelevant compared to the intensity of tactile sensation. So although I know I can still see and hear, I do not notice sights and sounds. I have to remind myself to breathe as he begins to force himself in and out of me. Each retreat leaving such a void that I am desperate for his return, but each thrust still brings with it such overwhelming sensation that I cry out. Sometimes wordlessly and sometimes calling on The Almighty for deliverance. I am in such exquisite ecstasy that I never want it to end, but the man behind me is, after all, just a man. He too is enjoying himself and he finally pulls out. The sudden vacancy is jarring and I feel the loss acutely. MY other sense come crashing back to me in a wave. The light seems too bright and the sound of the water running in the kitchen seems too loud. I can hear the slippery sounds as he wanks his last few strokes, his heavy breathing and finally his moans as the warm spurts of his cum splash on my ass to slide slowly down into the cleft and down to my still hungry pussy. A sharp slap over my ass carries a sense of finality and serves to finish waking me to the reality of my situation. I am laying naked and throbbing with pain. Tied and vulnerable. Soiled with semen, and painfully short of my own sexual climax. Exhausted and unsure of my immediate fate. I feel the cold flat of a blade as he slides his knife between my wrists to cut them free. When my elbows are also freed, my arms simply flop to my sides. The prickling pain of blood returning to them makes me wince. I feel his hand, lubricated by my own sweat, slide up my spine from the small of my back to rest between my shoulder blades. He wriggles the other hand under my torso to grip my breast hard. I suck in a breath through my teeth, but say nothing. He is leaning close over me again, with his mouth near my ear. The Camp Atterberry Tales Ch. 02 "Now," He purrs, "this is MY pussy. I have marked it and there better not be another dick in my pussy unless I say so. Do you understand?" I nod "Yes sir." I murmur. "Good girl." He praises. "Next time though, your training will begin. You want to please me, don't you?" I nod again harder. I realized that I actually did. "Good girl. If you please me well enough, I will reward you next time. Would you like that?" "Yes sir." I say again. "Good. You did well tonight. You have my permission to make yourself cum." I didn't quite know what that meant, so I didn't move. "Go ahead. Don't disappoint me now." I move my hand towards my pussy. It is still numb and prickles with blood returning. I can barely squeeze my hand between the edge of the table and by body. The angle is awkward and my fingers are clumsy but I rub my clit as vigorously as I can. I grunt in frustration. He lets me struggle for a few more moments and then his hand is over my fingers. He presses on them, moving them back and forth over my clit. I can feel the arousal gathering in my belly and this time rises to the cusp and explodes over the edge of my release. As I scream and shudder, he bites the back of my neck. He does not let my fingers stop and as my orgasm continues, I gasp and struggle. The pleasure has turned unbearable as I am too sensitive to take it anymore. "Please stop!" I sob. The hand releases me and I shake with the last few waves of ecstasy. I can't ever remember being so exhausted. I suddenly realize I am alone. My body is so sore that I straighten slowly and painfully. I can barely lean over far enough to untie each ankle. I sink to the floor and shriek with the twinge of pain that shoots through my groin when I sit on the floor. I am shaking slightly with the adrenaline that still floods my body. I am too tired to think about what has just occurred. I stand shakily and stagger to the kitchen to turn off the water. Then to the bathroom to take another shower, this time a hot one." ***** The end of Natalie's story was met with a very pregnant silence. "Well." I finally said, "I think I might need a cold shower of my own! Shit, that was hot." I felt almost a physical weight come from my shoulders when I admit this. I can feel the tension all around me break and Laura gets up to give Natalie a hug and even Mae smiles widely. Ben is the only one who still looks a bit uncomfortable. Natalie notices and asks, "Ben, I know this is hard for a lot of guys. My ex couldn't understand it either. I think it just so hard wired into boys to be gentle and respectful of women that this type of fantasy is too much of a shock. "I would never be that mean..." Ben said, trailing off. "It's not about mean. It's about passion and control and power. How would you feel if a woman wanted you so much she took charge and aggressively took you?" Natalie paused for a minute, looking upward. "It's not quite like that either. I can't quite explain it. I just know it's how I feel. I would never want to be actually raped, obviously, but when I am with someone I trust, I don't see why roleplaying it is so scary to a man." Ben still didn't look convinced. "Can you honestly say you have no desire to use your physical strength to be sexually powerful with a woman?" I ask him gently. I don't want to aggravate any defensiveness on his part since he is already uncomfortable. "We aren't judging, remember? I'm just curious, and since you are the only man here..." Ben looked honestly thoughtful. He glanced over at Mae and then shrugged as he said, "I guess I just don't know how I would react until I was in a situation. I've never had anyone request that kind of role-play, so I can't say how it makes me feel." "Well, let's try this." Natalie said as she stood up. She walked over to the open area on the opposite side of the fire. "Come here for a sec." She said to Ben. He looked over at Mae who smiled honestly. "Go ahead." She said. "Now I'm curious. Natalie's story made it seem kinda hot..." So Ben stood up and walked over to Natalie. He still looked a little unsure, but not so guarded as before. "Okay, just relax." Natalie said. "Close your eyes and take some deep breaths." Ben did. While his eyes were still closed, Natalie continued to speak. "Just feel the air filling your lungs and imagine each breath is drawing power into your body. You are young, virile, and strong. Feel the power and vitality in each of your muscles. You are a Man. A Man does not ask for permission or forgiveness, he is a creature of desire and action." Natalie started walking around Ben. He was straightening slightly and his shoulders were squaring as she spoke. She began to run her hands up his arms and over his shoulders and back as she continued to speak. "A woman can't help but respond to a man. Even a strong woman yearns for a man to match her strength and restrain it. Not break it, but hold it and possess it." She had walked all the way around to face him again. "Open your eyes Ben." When he did, the expression in them was different. Sort of unapologetically self-confident with a hint of hunger. Natalie looked straight into that gaze, challenging it. "Grab my wrists Ben." She commanded. He did. His big hands wrapped firmly around her writs, making them look suddenly small and vulnerable. He held them up near her face. I was suddenly acutely aware of how aroused I was and holding my breath at the sexual tension vibrating between these two friends. I glanced over at Mae. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavily and her eyelids looked heavy. She was also clearly waiting to see what happened next. When I looked back at the couple standing in the hot firelight, I could see Ben's hands clenching, testing Natalie's wrists. "What do you want to do to me right now?" Natalie asked insistently. Ben opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off. "Don't tell me, show me. You are a Man, remember?" There was a moment's hesitation before he swiftly spun Natalie around to pull her back against him. Both of her wrists were gripped in his left hand in front of them. His right hand was on her throat. It wasn't squeezing or choking, just resting there but his jaw was clenched and his nostrils flared as he breathed hard. Natalie's mouth was open and she was breathing hard too. "You are holding back. I can tell." She said. Her voice has slightly husky and she closed her eyes, clearly losing herself in the pleasure of her current position. I could see his fingers tighten slightly and he pulled her more tightly against him, tilting her head up towards his face. His own head hovered close to hers, only a fraction of an inch between their lips. It was clear Ben was struggling. That's when I noticed Mae standing close to Ben her hand traveled up his back and she whispered up at him. "She already told you a man doesn't ask permission, Ben." As though there was a rope holing his head in place and was suddenly cut, his mouth fell hungrily on Natalie's with a growl. Natalie moaned and quivered. Mae continued to move her hands on his body, whispering encouragements to her tall athletic boyfriend. His hand released Natalie's wrists in order to grip her breast firmly. Natalie gasped around his mouth and tongue. Ben broke the kiss and his hands were twined in her hair, spinning her around to face him again and pushing her down to her knees. She was instantly unbuttoning and lowering the zipper of his jeans. As soon as she had pulled his very hard dick out of his pants, he thrust his hips forward, holding her head in both hands. He was thrusting into Natalie's mouth, but staring ahead. I turned to match his gaze and saw Laura. She was now naked in her chair, legs spread wide, giving him a view of her hand furiously rubbing herself. Natalie gagged and he pulled back, allowing her to use her own skill on his cock. From the expression on his face and sounds he made, her skill was not a small one. That's when Mae knelt next to Natalie, adding her own mouth and skill to the work. Ben moaned loudly as he looked down at the two women licking him. One hand was gripped in each of their hair. He looked down at them for only a few minutes before he threw his head back and loudly moaned, "Oh fuck!" He looked back down at the women kneeling before him. "Who wants some cum?" He asked breathlessly. Both Mae and Natalie opened their mouths and suddenly Laura was there too, kneeling behind Mae, mouth open. I rushed to join them. With four women kneeling in front of his cock, waiting for his cum, it took only a few strokes before he spurted thick ropes of cum onto Natalie's face and mouth. Laura reached forward and pulled Natalie into a kiss, licking Ben's cum off the side of her mouth. Mae took Ben's cock in her hand and started licking the ooze of cum from his cock. Ben leaned forward to scoop some of his cum from Natalie's cheek with two fingers. Offering the fingers to me, I opened my mouth to suck his cum from his fingers. As soon as my lips closed around his salty fingertips, I was intoxicated by the eroticism of the moment. I almost felt like swooning. The five of us were completely connected now. We each had Ben's cum inside us all at the same time. "Fuck." Ben said finally. "I might not have to tell mine now." He flopped back down into his chair and Mae curled up in his lap. Both seemed sleepy and content. Natalie continued to sit on the ground, gaining her composure while Laura went to put her shirt back on. "I'm exhausted." I declared. "That was amazing, but I'm off to bed kids." I hugged everyone goodnight, but when I got to Ben, he pulled me in for a small kiss. We smiled at each other and then I went back to my tent. I was almost asleep when I heard Laura come in for bed as well. She scooted close to me and I was suddenly the little spoon in a very soft and comfortable drawer. We touched each other sleepily and sweetly until we fell asleep. I think that was the most contented I have ever felt.