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Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 01

By: RetroFan



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: In this kinky comedy set in the summer of 1994, Madison, a spoiled rich city girl, is horrified at spending two weeks camping with her country relatives.

Her Uncle Bob and Aunt Anna won't take any of Madison's nonsense, and of her three cousins John is boring, Dylan is a pervert and Kate a country girl with no fashion sense.

The first chapter sees spoiled brat Madison hating every minute of the camping trip upon arrival, and poor Kate gets the worst of it. Will meeting two guys from Downunder, Davo and Travis, improve Princess Madison's camping vacation? Maybe or maybe not. Perhaps Kate can have some fun?

Please note that this story contains frequent very coarse language and ribald humor, both sexual and non-sexual. The expression 'fanny', used here by Australian and New Zealand characters, refers to vagina, not the North American usage meaning bottom.

The jokes the Australian character Davo makes to the New Zealand character Travis are meant in good humor, typical of the laid back Australian humor and the friendly rivalry between the two countries. They should not be taken as mean-spirited.

All characters who engage in sexual activity, appear naked or partially naked, or who are described retrospectively in a sexual way are 18-years-old or older. All characters and situations are fictional with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental.

I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter of 'Spoiled Princess Hates Camping', and look out for more chapters as they appear soon.

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FOR many years, only children have often been labeled as spoiled. This generalization often proves insulting and hurtful for those without brothers and sisters, and parents who have raised their only son or daughter well. Indeed, sometimes the opposite applies, and an only child can be the result of an unwanted, unplanned pregnancy, and under-indulged and ignored. The stereotype of only children as being spoiled brats was not helped by the publication of papers by psychiatrists in the early 20th century, which appeared to conclude that growing up without siblings was as dangerous to children as smallpox, polio or diphtheria, and that such children had miserable prospects for adulthood due to indulgence and material excess.

Unfortunately for people without siblings who despise the spoiled stereotype that dogs them throughout life, there are those who fit it only too well. One such person was Madison Forsyth of New York City. Born to a wealthy couple who were told by doctors that they had next to no chance of becoming parents, the arrival of Madison in late 1975 was heralded as a miracle, and her parents doted upon and indulged her for years. By her 18th birthday in the fall of 1993, Madison was a spoiled, stuck-up, vain, high-maintenance and materialistic brat, living the pampered life of a princess in her parents' luxury Manhattan apartment, and attending one of New York's most exclusive private girls' schools. 

With both parents wrapped around her little finger, whatever Madison wanted Madison got. Her mother was a little harder to manipulate at times, but Daddy could never say no to his princess, especially when she put a pouting expression on her exceptionally pretty face framed by silky, long blonde hair; or fluttered the eyelashes that encircled her sapphire-blue eyes. 

Madison's girlfriends were all from wealthy families (her parents had long discouraged her from associating with kids from lower socio-economic backgrounds) and they were also spoiled to some degree, so Madison rarely got a chance to see well-balanced parenting and family dynamics. Therefore she was not able to see that there might be a problem. She was Daddy's girl, with everything money could buy and a huge allowance funded by her parents, allowing her to indulge her rich lifestyle with her pampered friends.

Then one day, in the summer of 1994 after Madison had graduated from school, something extraordinary happened. Her parents told her she had to do something she didn't want to do, and stood firm and united. No amount of the usual tactics Madison used to get her own way - pleading, tears, petulance, foot-stomping or acting nice - served to move her parents so much as an inch. They sternly reminded her that they gave her a most generous allowance and would be paying her college tuition fees for the next three years. She had to do what they said, be grateful for it and that was the end of the matter. That something was a camping trip to the New Jersey Pine Barrens for two weeks with her Aunt Anna, her mother's younger sister; her Uncle Bob and her three cousins, John, Kate and Dylan, while her parents went on a Caribbean cruise.

As well as her fury at being forced to do something against her will, the unfamiliarity of her parents saying no to her, and her fear at spending two weeks in a tent in rural New Jersey, Madison was absolutely confused. In her 18 years on Earth to date, Madison had never been camping. Vacations for her included first-class flights and luxury hotels, and for shorter breaks trips to the Hamptons. Just why her parents insisted she go camping now was perplexing. Madison's mother had grown up in rural Pennsylvania as one of six kids, and was the black sheep of her family, despising everything about the country, marrying a wealthy young man from New York and putting her country origins behind her as soon as possible. So why was she now forcing her teenage daughter to spend two weeks camping?

Madison often saw her aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents from her father's side of the family, and she liked them. They were cultured, sophisticated and wealthy, and Madison enjoyed spending time in their company. The stuck-up teenager, however, considered her maternal relatives the 'other relatives'. They were ordinary, honest, hard-working everyday people from a town in Pennsylvania, but in Madison's critical eyes, the equivalent of trailer park trash. She recalled a vacation several years earlier with Aunt Anna, Uncle Bob and their three kids, where she and her parents had met them in Philadelphia for a few days, then both families had gone up to the Jersey Shore for a week.

The entire vacation had seen Madison rolling her eyes at the way her cousins thought Philadelphia was so great, then looking down her nose at her relatives and the many people who had flocked to the Jersey Shore for their vacation. She despised the beach-front attractions, and worst of all was her cousin Kate. The big-boned, bubbly brunette had set a goal of getting Madison to enjoy herself at an amusement park, but failed dismally. Madison hated every minute of it, wore a sulky expression and counted the days until she returned to her familiar life of luxury back in Manhattan.

Memories of this vacation were one of the reasons Madison was dreading this camping trip, especially sharing a tent with Kate. Rather unkindly, she thought that her relatives would at least be in their element in a dirty, outdoor environment full of working-class people, animals and devoid of any culture and sophistication, but the problem was that she wasn't. Madison felt she was better than this, and it was unacceptable for her to have to put up with it. She should be at home or in the Hamptons having fun with her friends, staying with her city cousins or on the cruise with her parents. Madison was not put on this world to go camping with her country cousins.

Like people who dreaded a future event that was pending, or at the other end of the scale didn't want a great time in their life to come to an end, Madison delved into fantasy, telling herself that the day of the camping trip would never arrive, that time would somehow rewind and she wouldn't have to go. She also tried to tell herself this was all a bad dream, and soon she would wake up. None of this of course, due to the laws of physics, were possible and the day of the camping trip arrived, bright and sunny.

Wearing a pink tee-shirt (her favorite color) that fit well on her slim figure and accentuated her C-cup breasts; denim shorts that looked good with her long legs; white sandals on her pedicured feet with her toenails painted pink like the nails on her fingers; and expensive sunglasses that only marginally covered her sulky expression, Madison accompanied her parents into the car with Henry, one of her Daddy's employees, a middle-aged man with glasses. They arrived at Newark airport, and saw Madison's parents off on their flight, then it was a matter of waiting for Madison to be collected.

Madison and Henry sat waiting for Anna and Bob to arrive, Madison's pink case and same-colored sleeping bag next to the table. Madison had no interest in talking to Henry, and instead spoke to her friends on her cell-phone, pointedly ignoring the older man. 

The van owned by her aunt and uncle, pulling a trailer filled with camping equipment drove into the car park. Deciding it was best to get it over with, Madison stood up and continued talking to her friend Tiffany, stopping only briefly to address Henry for the first time this morning. "Bring my case and sleeping bag," ordered Madison, turning and walking towards the entrance.

Henry sighed and with the greatest reluctance, followed the teenager's orders, dragging the heavy pink case behind him, the sleeping bag over his shoulder. Madison walked in front of him, her gait a flouncing one to emphasize her total anger and resentment at this forced camping vacation. Madison opened the external glass door, but rather than hold it open for Henry, allowed it to slam closed back in his face. The girl continued talking to Tiffany, ending the call when her aunt, uncle and cousins exited the van.

Madison regarded her relatives with a steely, unwelcoming glare. Her Uncle Bob was a tall, middle-aged man, with thinning hair, a beard and glasses. Aunt Anna was average height, slightly taller than Madison's mother but had dark hair, while Madison's mother was slim and blonde, far shorter in stature than her daughter. 

Behind them stood their three kids. Eldest was John, aged 20, a tall, good-looking dark haired young man with a nice physique. Some of Madison's friends had said how handsome he was, with Madison quick to say that this was more than counter-balanced by the fact that he was boring as dishwater, contented with working in the warehouse of an agricultural supply company and living in the country.

To John's left were the fraternal twins, Kate and Dylan, like Madison both aged 18. About the only thing the brother and sister had in common was dark brown hair. Something strange must have happened during the twins' fetal development, because Kate, even when barefoot, stood six feet tall, towering over Madison who herself was reasonably tall for a girl, while Dylan, definitely the runt of the litter, just scraped in at five foot when wearing shoes.

Kate, a pretty girl with wavy-brown hair that grew below her shoulder and wore slim-framed prescription glasses that covered her unusual, pure green eyes had a big-boned structure, although she was not really overweight, and in fact was very sports-minded. The only parts of Kate's body that might be an exception were her breasts and her buttocks. Today, Kate wore a green tee-shirt, her enormous boobs held in place with an E-cup bra straining the fabric. Madison cast a distasteful eye over Kate's jeans, the fabric at the back stretched around the plump cheeks of Kate's bottom. Kate's jeans had novelty patches on various parts, such as a smiling sun on her left knee, and a full moon, also with a smiling face on the right. A rainbow patch was on the right thigh, a star on the left calf, with other patches of cartoon animals - a cat, a dog, a dinosaur and a horse - and fruit such as an apple, an orange, a watermelon and a bunch of grapes adorning the rest of her jeans. On her feet, the girl wore blue and white sneakers, which failed to match with her other clothes.

"Blue and green should never be seen, wear something to keep your tits in check, and patched jeans never looked good, even when they were in fashion. Oh, and Kate, they do make your butt look big," thought Madison. She couldn't believe that she would have to spend the next two weeks with her fashion disaster country cousin. How utterly embarrassing.

However unappealing Kate was to her, Dylan, who wore a black tee-shirt, shorts, sneakers and a baseball cap, was far worse. Dylan was always hyperactive, and Madison found him creepy too. He always seemed to be staring at her when they were together, usually at her breasts, between her legs and at her bottom. Dylan never stopped trying to impress her, usually with stupid, immature and outlandish behavior, and would also try to chat her up. This disturbed Madison somewhat, given that they were cousins, but even if they weren't Madison would have no interest in somebody as far below her as Dylan.

"Good morning, Madison," said Anna, smiling welcomingly, although this was forced. "We're so glad you're joining us on our summer vacation."

"That makes one of you," said Madison rudely, regarding her aunt with a sneering expression.

Seeing a look of anger growing on her husband's face, Anna tapped him lightly on the stomach to keep Bob in check, Anna again addressed her niece. "How about you put your things in the trailer, Madison? Then we can get on our way and let this gentleman go back to the city." Anna indicated Henry.

Madison pointed at the trailer. "Henry, put my case and sleeping bag in there, will you?"

Henry went to move, but Anna and Bob stopped him. "No, we'll get Madison to do it," Anna assured him. "I don't believe that we've met before. I'm Anna Wilson, and this is my husband Bob. Those are our kids, John, Kate and Dylan."

"Hi," said John, Kate and Dylan in unison, waving in greeting.

"I'm Henry Jones, pleased to meet you," said Henry, wondering how Madison could possibly be related to this family.

"Thanks for bringing Madison down this morning," said Bob. "If you wanted to go back to New York now, we can take it from here."

"Thank you," said Henry, glad to get away from this stuck-up, spoiled, sulky brat his employer had raised. He turned to Madison. "Have a great vacation, Madison."

"You haven't put my things on the trailer yet," said Madison, fuming that somebody her Daddy employed was listening to her aunt and uncle and returning to his car, rather than doing what she wanted. Normally she would go straight to Daddy to report this, but Daddy was thousands of feet in the air, and seemed to be part of this conspiracy to make his daughter's summer a misery.

Dylan jumped at the chance to step in and impress Madison. "I'll do it!" he shouted, preparing to run over, but his mother's voice stopped him.

"No Dylan, its Madison's responsibility," said Anna. She looked sternly at her niece. "Well, Madison, we're all waiting for you."

Madison shrugged her shoulders, glared at her aunt and replied, "You can wait all you want." She folded her arms and stood rigid in a display of resistance to her aunt and uncle's authority.

John, Kate and Dylan moved behind the van to discuss their opinions on the subject. "She's awful," said John in a low voice. "What a spoiled little brat. She always has been, always will be. Why did she have to come along?"

"Yeah, tell me about it," said Kate. "I'm the one who has to share a tent with her. But, I'll make an effort to be nice."

"She's not that bad," Dylan volunteered. "She's really hot, especially her tits and her ass."

John and Kate's eyes widened at their brother. "Ew Dylan, that's sick, she's our cousin," said Kate.

"Yes our hot cousin," Dylan affirmed. "I'll swap with you. You can share a tent with John, and I'll share a tent with Madison."

"You really are a little pervert, Dylan," said John. "Get help from a therapist."

At the front of the van, Anna and Bob continued their battle of wills with their niece over who was to load her case into the trailer. Anna and Bob pondered if they would reach New Jersey by nightfall, if at all if this persisted.

Bob looked directly at his niece. "Madison, you will put that case and sleeping bag in the trailer right now," he ordered. "Your parents gave me their contact details for the next two weeks. Would you like me to call them?"

Madison glowered, then conceded defeat, but not without a display of petulance and temper. "Fine!" The teenager grabbed the case by the handle, and dragged it to the trailer, stomping her feet, muttering under her breath and glaring.

"You can do it in good humor, Madison," her aunt warned her. Madison threw her case onto the trailer next to Dylan's BMX bike, did the same with the sleeping bag, then flounced around to the back of the van, storming past her cousins without so much as a haughty glare. She climbed in and took a window seat, glowering out across the airport car park.

Anna and Bob sighed. "I thought I might have grown to like her by now," said Bob, dreading the prospect of two weeks of this.

"You can blame my sister and brother for that," said Anna. "Carole and Charles could never have kids, and then somehow Carole gets pregnant with Madison. They spoiled her so badly I don't know what will turn her around. Carole and Charles thought camping - poor us."

John and Kate got into the back seats alongside Madison. Madison, who had long enjoyed the luxury of having the back of her parents' expensive car to herself, was horrified at being squashed up by Kate, her big bottom against Madison's thigh, her right breast brushing against Madison's arm.

Dylan sat facing the back in a single seat, directly opposite Madison, something that pissed her off even more. She could feel his eyes already upon her, staring at her breasts and her crotch. As Madison shifted herself in her seat, Dylan got the first glance of what he wanted to see - the pink elastic leg-band of Madison's panties, achieved by looking up her shorts when her legs were open for a moment. It was just for a second, but Madison's panties were something he wanted to see more than anything else in the world. On Madison's right shoulder, her bra strap - also pink - was marginally visible, to his added delight. His eyes drifted to the floor, admiring Madison's feet.

Bob and Anna got in, and Bob drove to the camping ground in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. The journey was a nightmare for Madison. Dylan staring at her was only the start of her problems. Everybody talked to her, tried to get her excited about camping like they were. Madison couldn't believe these people actually looked forward to their pathetic camping vacation so much. It was like they were going to a luxury resort.

Even more boring than the camping was the conversations about the kids and their jobs. John's promotion at the warehouse. How good it was that Kate was allowed to have two weeks off from her summer job, and would be covering in the office as a data processor operator for a lady who was having an operation in the weeks before Kate started college in the fall. How Dylan - who was not academic and not going on to college - had got a job in the fresh produce section of the local supermarket.

Worst of all was how they were so proud of Kate getting into college - some crappy no-name college in Philadelphia on a partial field hockey scholarship - to train as a teacher, majoring in English and Physical Education. Out came the photographs, one showing Kate in her school hockey uniform, her enormous breasts stretching the shirt, her fat ass and sports briefs barely covered with a pleated sports skirt, holding her hockey stick in front of her. Again feeling Kate's breast brush her arm, Madison thought, "Let your tits touch me again Kate, and I can think of a place I'll shove your hockey-stick, curved-end first."

Then Kate brought out a photograph of her and her friends - as though she thought Madison actually cared about these lower-class friends of hers. She ran Madison through a biography on each - there was Sonia, a tall African-American girl with breasts almost as big as Kate's. Next to her was a small statured, glasses-wearing Asian girl named Penny, and beside her an Italian-American girl called Katrina. On the other side was a red-haired Irish-American girl, Bridget, and finally there was Andrea, a blonde girl who had emigrated with her parents from Poland seven years earlier. Andrea actually lived next door to them with her parents and younger brother. Kate seemed very excited about she and her five friends all attending the same college in the fall, something in which Madison was not the slightest bit interested.


Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 01



Madison's natural cattiness with other beautiful girls came to the surface when she looked at the photo of Kate and her friends, seeing how beautiful all the girls were. She felt especially catty when looking at Andrea, the blonde and the prettiest of the bunch. Without giving it much thought, Madison passed the photograph to Dylan, who looked eagerly at his sister's five very attractive 18-year-old friends.

When they arrived at the campsite, Madison regarded it with disgust and contempt. Things got worse when Madison was unable to get a reception for her cell phone, but soon she would find even more to be dismayed about. The three tents were unloaded and first priority was to set them up. Bob and Anna made good progress, as did John and Dylan; however it soon became obvious that team Kate and Madison was struggling. Or to be exact, Kate was going okay, but was severely hampered by Madison's effort or lack thereof. The pampered city girl had never erected a tent before, and was in no mood to try it now, mostly refusing to help Kate and being actually of negative value when she attempted something. Seeing their daughter's growing frustration, Bob and Anna stepped in.

"Madison, you need to assist Kate," said Anna. "Follow what Kate says, and Bob and I can guide you if you need it."

"I don't know how to put up a tent," said Madison. "It's so hard." She pouted.

Anna was unimpressed. "Madison, for it to be hard, you would actually have had to make some sort of effort. I haven't seen you help Kate at all."

"Why should I?" snapped Madison. "I don't want to be here. I hate it here. I hate you, and I hate camping and I hate New Jersey! Mom and Daddy don't make me do stupid things like putting up tents! Leave me alone! I want to go home!"

With that, Madison burst into tears and stormed off into some nearby trees, her shoulders heaving up and down as she cried. Normally this was when Daddy would step in and solve the problems of his crying princess, usually by opening his wallet, but Daddy was thousands of miles away. Madison soon had another problem - she had no tissues to wipe away her tears and her runny nose. This made her cry all the more, sobs wracking her body.

At the campsite, Dylan looked on in amusement at the scene, while John and Kate exchanged a glance and a roll of their eyes, the brother and sister silently asking each other, "What did we do to deserve this?"

Bob's face was red with anger. Kate had never behaved like this at any stage of her life, and would have been disciplined had she done so. He opened his mouth to shout and order Madison back, but Anna stopped him. "I'll talk to her Bob." She collected a handful of tissues, and walked over to where Madison stood crying, a look of stern determination on her face.

Anna silently offered the tissues to Madison. The teenager snatched them from her and wiped her eyes and blew her nose.

"Madison, you may not appreciate this, but your uncle and I, and your cousins really look forward to our camping trip every year," said Anna to her sulky niece, whom still had tears running from her eyes. "We did a big favor to your parents by taking you along with us, and while I nor any of us can force you to enjoy yourself, we expect you to respect our family, and make an effort to help us and join in with our activities."

"It's not fair!" whined Madison. "I shouldn't have to go camping if I don't want to."

"People have to do things they don't want to do all the time," said Anna. "Believe me Madison, camping is not the end of the world. There are far worse things."

Frustrated that her aunt had won this battle of wills and knowing that she was right, Madison turned to go back. "Now help Kate and no more of these silly tantrums," ordered Anna.

Her face red, Madison helped Kate put up their tent, but was still of little use, and the girls were finished long after everyone else. The only one who gained any pleasure from this was Dylan, this exercise giving him plenty of opportunities to perve at Madison's panties. Again, he saw the pink elastic of her panty waistband as she bent over, and then up her shorts to get the same glimpse of her panty leg elastic as she squatted down, her knees apart, to pick up a tent-peg. Another time Madison obviously had a wedgie, and Dylan could see her pull her panties out of the cheeks of her bottom and adjust them through her shorts.

As Kate finally got the canvas properly fitted, Madison had a new problem. She could feel her bladder was getting full, and an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach travelled down her bowels and into her rectum, the need to answer the call of nature unmistakable now.

"Where is the bathroom?" Madison asked her aunt.

Anna pointed through some trees to a low brick building some distance away. "It's over there. Just follow this concrete path, and you'll come right to it."

The concrete path, which ran right past their site, seemed relatively new and in good repair. However it was long and winding, with many trees overhead casting eerie shadows in the afternoon sun.

"I want somebody to take me," Madison said.

"Madison, don't be silly, you'll be fine," Anna assured her.

"I'm not going there on my own! I need to go to the bathroom, I need to go now, and somebody has to take me there right away!" Madison stomped her foot and glowered.

"I'll take her!" Dylan called out, jumping up with great enthusiasm.

"No!" snapped Kate. She also needed to visit the toilet, but Madison had interrupted her with her latest demands before she could excuse herself. "I need to go to the ladies' too, I'll take her."

Without a word of thanks, Madison walked alongside Kate on the path to the camping ground facilities. Watching the girls leave, John gave Dylan a quick shove to the shoulder. "Pervert," he said to his younger brother.

The walk to the toilets seemed endless to Madison, but when they finally arrived, Madison was horrified. The ladies was the first building, the men's a short way up the track. The female facility block had a porch at the front, the first door leading to a long room where the showers were located, and further along were the toilets - a dozen cubicles with faded yellow doors and the female toilet symbol on each of them, similar to an army camp. A long wash-trough was on the porch, Madison realizing that anybody passing by could see her when she washed her hands. As they stepped up onto the porch, Madison noted that the area between the doors and partitioning walls and the roof was completely open, with no windows or anything.

Madison and Kate pushed open the doors to two cubicles in the middle, Kate immediately stopping and moving to the cubicle on Madison's other side. "No toilet paper in that one," she said to Madison, relieved to see a healthy supply of toilet paper on the roll in her new cubicle. Madison's cubicle also had plenty of toilet paper, but she regarded it with disgust. A very old, stained white toilet that looked like it had been there since 1950 was the dominant feature; a sanitary disposal bin was next to the toilet near the roll holder, and the peel-back strip from somebody's period pad was on the concrete floor. 

Madison and Kate locked their toilet doors by sliding the bolts home, and turned on the lights, a dim illumination filling each stall. Both girls stood in front of the toilets, Madison unfastening and unzipping her denim shorts and Kate doing the same with her patched jeans. The girls pulled them down to their ankles, both Kate and Madison's contrasting panties now visible.

Kate's big bottom and her pubic mound were covered by a pair of white, cotton full-brief panties. Near the teenager's crotch, a couple of her black pubic hairs were visible near the leg elastic of her panties, and the outline of her vagina was visible in the same region. Madison's firm bottom and her pubic mound were encased in pink bikini-style cotton panties, and like with Kate it was possible to see the outline of her vagina at the front.

In unison, Kate and Madison hooked their thumbs into the elastic waistbands of their panties, and pulled them down to their ankles, revealing two very different pussies, and two very different bottoms. At the back, Kate's plump white buttocks wobbled slightly as she moved, and Madison's bare bottom - two peach-shaped cheeks of firm flesh - hovered above the toilet. Madison's pubic mound had a triangle of blonde curls, her pubic hair neatly trimmed away from her bikini line, and the lips of her vagina visible due to having shaved away all hair around her vulva. In contrast, Kate's pubic mound and her pussy were completely covered in a dense forest of luxurious, curly black hairs that grew between her legs, obscuring any view of her vulva from this angle.

It was only when Kate and Madison both sat down on the toilets that their full vaginas could be seen. Kate's moist, dark pink vagina was visible through her pubic hair, the lips prominent, although not fleshy. Madison's shaved vagina was a perfect oval shape, with slim pink lips. At floor level, Madison's toes poked out under her denim shorts and pink panties.

Both girls began to urinate, their pee streams splashing into the toilets audible to the other in the adjoining stall. After about 20 seconds, the flow of yellow liquid from Madison and Kate's urethras began to subside. Some remaining drops splashed out of them before subsiding completely, leaving both girls with damp vaginal areas near their urethras.

Both Madison and Kate unwound lengths of toilet paper, Madison folding her paper and dabbing her shaved pink vagina, and Kate scrunching hers to dry her wet pussy lips and pubic hair, before allowing the wet tissue to drop into the bowl, both girls remaining seated on the toilets to do what they needed to do next.

Madison was a teenage drama queen who thought any slightly unpleasant or inconvenient situation was a major disaster, and as the pretty blonde sat on the toilet, looking down at her feet and panties as she emptied her bowels, she considered her current situation - having to poo here - one of the worst experiences of her life to date. She didn't have diarrhea, but it was borderline. Madison clutched her very unsteady stomach, blaming the stress of the forced camping trip for her tummy troubles.

Madison glanced at the wall that separated her from Kate. From the sounds in the adjacent cubicle, Kate obviously had no problems with sitting on the toilet and having a poo in this dreadful bathroom. Madison heard Kate unwinding and rustling toilet paper, and knowing she had to do the same, unwound a length of paper from the toilet roll and folded it up, before wiping herself. Madison's black mood grew even darker when she felt how rough and scratchy the toilet paper was against her delicate, tight little anus, the tissue both flimsy and non-absorbent. Madison got more toilet paper and wiped a second time, this just as uncomfortable as the first.

Irritated by the smell, Madison in her naiveté turned around on the toilet seat to look for toilet freshener on the cistern, and of course found nothing. She sighed deeply, wanting to be anywhere but sitting here, but the feelings in her rectum told Madison she would be on the toilet for some time.

A fly buzzed into Madison's cubicle, and she tried to shoo it away as it flew around her face, then landed on her toe. Madison kicked her foot and the fly then hovered towards the back of the toilet, before alighting on Madison's vagina, the teenager feeling it tickling her pussy. "Eew!" she exclaimed, swatting at it and seeing it fly away and land on the door. 

Madison wished she was back at home in her parents' beautiful apartment that overlooked Central Park more than ever now. Her luxurious bedroom had an equally luxurious private bathroom attached, containing pristine white shower, bathtub, sink, a toilet and even a bidet with comfortable seats. The live-in maid always ensured the bathroom was well stocked with soft, absorbent and luxurious three-ply toilet paper for Madison to use. There was always toilet freshener on the cistern, so Madison never had to put up with any unpleasant smells when she was on the toilet.

At the exclusive private girls' school Madison had attended, the toilets were always supplied with soft, absorbent double-ply toilet paper. Likewise, the country club made sure that the female members and guests had nice toilet paper to use when they went to the bathroom, and hotels where she had stayed always provided soft toilet paper. Madison's friends and city relatives were also rich and would not dream of using anything but the best toilet paper, so this was Madison's first encounter with flimsy, rough, single-ply toilet tissue.

The only consolation to Madison was that she was not menstruating at the moment, and was not due for a period during the camping trip. Madison always had heavy, painful periods with really bad PMS, and during that time of the month, Madison's toilet paper just went and went. The thought of using the campground toilet paper when she was on her period was horrifying to her. At home, the bidet was perfect during her monthlies. When Madison went to the toilet and/or changed her pad, she would just hop across onto the bidet with her panties still down and wash between her legs making her feel fresh and clean. She would then dry herself with a dark red towel, before pulling up her panties and adjusting her napkin so it was comfortable around her vagina.

Madison further contemplated her menstrual cycle, as she again reached for more toilet paper. Her parents disliked unpleasant things, and that their daughter wore napkins in her panties to catch a steady flow of menstrual blood from her vagina for one week every month was one of them. Madison had never once discussed her periods with her father, and only rarely with her mother. She had learned that her mother had started her own periods unusually later than most women, and had rarely had them throughout her life, sometimes only one or two light, painless periods a year, before going through menopause prematurely. This was a major factor in her fertility problems, and contrasted greatly with her daughter, who had developed at the normal age, and had regular periods every 28 days exactly. The maid knew more about Madison's monthly cycle than the girl's own mother. The long-suffering employee was the one who had to wash time of the month stains from Madison's panties when the brat had any period mishaps; cleaned Madison's shower cubicle more thoroughly than Madison did when the girl showered during her period; and emptied out the small bin next to the toilet where Madison placed her used pads.

Although unknown to the other due to the limited time they spent together, both Madison and Kate had the habit of spending lengthy sessions on the toilet when they emptied their bowels, often keeping their family and friends waiting. Madison spending an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom was never criticized; being an only child, she had no siblings to keep waiting, and their daughter's toilet habits were another thing considered unpleasant by her parents and therefore never discussed.

Kate's mother and father would sometimes say something after their daughter had spent a particularly long time in the toilet and kept everyone waiting, but were largely accepting that she was just one of those people who took longer than most. Dylan often teased Kate for the amount of time she took. A couple of weeks ago, he had hung a sign from the bathroom door, 'Queen Kate's Throne Room,' with a rough sketch depicting Kate sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles, reading a book and with a crown on her head. This had not been well received by his sister, when she walked to the bathroom with a novel in her hand to read on the toilet and saw the sign and drawing.

Today, it was Kate that finished first after about eight minutes, the girl unwinding toilet paper and wiping herself three times in succession to complete her visit to the toilet. She stood up, pulled up her panties and adjusted them around her pussy and buttocks, followed by her jeans. Kate put down the toilet lid, then flushed the toilet, the water flowing out of the cistern and into the bowl.

Hearing Kate flush the toilet put Madison, who was still nowhere near finished, into panic that her cousin would leave her here. "Kate, what are you doing? Are you going back to the tent? You can't leave me here alone."

Kate sighed and turned off the light. "Madison, relax, I'll wait outside for you, okay?"

Madison said nothing in reply, and Kate rolled her eyes as she opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. "Thanks for waiting for me Kate," she muttered sarcastically under her breath as she washed her hands with a liberal amount of soap, frustrated that her cousin did not thank her. Still, Madison was such a spoiled brat that thank you was not part of her normal vocabulary.

Kate heard Madison advancing the toilet roll, and leaned back against a pole, wishing she had brought her novel with her. Standing here waiting for Madison to finish having a shit wasn't her idea of fun, and she hoped her cousin would finish soon.

*****

Along the pathway that led to the toilet blocks, two young men both aged 20 were just in time to see Kate emerge from the lavatory and wash her hands. The first young man, a tall, handsome, fit muscular guy with light brown hair, wearing a black tee-shirt and shorts and walking with great confidence stopped short and let out a low whistle. Even at a distance, he could see how large Kate's breasts were.

"Wow, check her out Travis," said the young man in a broad Australian accent to his friend, a tall, fit, nice-looking red-haired young man who wore a blue tee-shirt and blue shorts.

"She's pretty," commented Travis, whose accent differed from his friend, squinting through the shadows of the trees to get a clearer view of the girl. "She's probably got a boyfriend though."

His friend laughed. "Just like that, you're going make assumptions and give up? Talk about defeatist, Travis. Let's just go and say hello. What's the worst that can happen?"

"With you, Davo, anything," said Travis.

"Come on, what about those two Canadian flight attendants in New York?" implored Davo. "I fucked the blonde one, Cherie, and set you up so you could fuck her brunette friend, Becky. That wasn't a fucking disaster, was it, both of us getting some hot Canadian cunt? I don't know about Becky's pussy, but Cherie's pussy was pretty fucking hot. She was a natural blonde, too."

"No, Becky was hot," agreed Travis. He thought back to Becky removing her blouse and skirt to show her light green bra and panties, before taking off her underwear to show firm breasts; a trapezoid shaped, dark bush of pubic hair and firm buttocks. The young Canadian woman had then opened her legs to show off her pretty pink vagina, and tight little anus before she and Travis fucked all night.

"So, let's talk to the girl up there," said Davo. "You won't regret it. If it turns out she does have a boyfriend, we just leave it there and find another girl to talk to."

"Okay," said Travis, pondering how this could end up.

The two young men continued up the path, and stopped just opposite the ladies', where Kate continued to wait for Madison. "G'day, beaut day in the U S of A, isn't it?" said Davo, putting on the exaggerated Australian accent with a charming smile on his face.

While Davo and Travis were impressed by Kate's pretty face and her big boobs, when Kate turned around she was similarly impressed by the two good looking young men. "Hi," said Kate. "You're Australian, right?"

Davo laughed and put on a Germanic accent. "How can you say zat I am from Austria? I am from Germany. Zat is an insult, vee do not like to be insulted."




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 01



Kate laughed and Davo reached up onto the porch to shake hands. "My name's David, but everyone calls me Davo. You're right, I am from Australia. Melbourne Victoria, to be exact."

"I'm Kate, I'm from Pennsylvania," said Kate, returning Davo's handshake. "Nice to meet you, Davo."

"So, what's a top sheila from Pennsylvania doing at a camping ground in New Jersey?" asked Davo.

"I'm camping with my parents, brothers and cousin," said Kate. "I'm just waiting for my cousin, she's in the bathroom." Almost on cue, the sound of Madison unwinding toilet paper was heard by the trio.

"Are you from Philadelphia?" asked Davo.

Kate shook her head. "No, we're from a town in the country. Although I'm starting college in Philadelphia in the fall."

"A country girl," observed Davo. "You'll get along with my mate Travis here. He's from the country too."

Travis and Kate shook hands. "Nice to meet you, Kate," he said.

Kate paused. Travis had an accent that was similar to Davo, but not quite the same. The speech pattern suggested his origins lay elsewhere. Possibly he was English, although he didn't have any English accent she had heard before. Was he Irish? South African maybe?

"I'm pleased to meet you, Travis," said Kate. "Are you from Melbourne, like Travis?"

"I am, but I'm originally from New Zealand," said Travis. "From a town between Christchurch and Dunedin, on the South Island."

"Now Travis, the judge said you need to make full disclosure when you meet new people," said Davo. He turned to Kate. "Travis got ordered out of New Zealand. The sheep got together and put a petition to parliament for Travis to get deported, the goats backed them up, and the judge agreed with them. So Travis was expelled from New Zealand, and came to Australia."

Davo laughed and Travis groaned. "He's lying, these stories aren't even funny," said Travis.

Davo ignored his friend's protests and continued. "Unfortunately, there's even more sheep in Australia than in New Zealand so there were the same problems. Then Travis vanished completely and he was found a week later in country New South Wales, bowing down to a statue of a sheep. After that, I was appointed Travis's case worker. This trip to America is part of his rehabilitation to make sure he can behave himself around farms."

Kate laughed and Travis went red. "It's not true," he assured Kate. "Davo and I got green cards, and we're on a six month working holiday in America. He's not my case worker, I wasn't kicked out of New Zealand or anything like that. My family moved to Australia when I was about fourteen."

In the toilet cubicle, Madison could hear the male voices talking to Kate, and she wondered what was going on outside. She finished pooing, then she unwound toilet paper from the roll four times in succession to wipe herself. Madison stood up, pulled up and adjusted her panties around her box and her buttocks, then she did the same with her shorts. She pressed the button on the cistern and flushed the toilet, the sound of the plumbing loud. Madison could feel her anus was itchy from all the poor-quality toilet paper she had used, and used her index finger to scratch her bottom through her shorts and panties, before turning around to open the door, keen to get out of the smelly toilet cubicle.

The trio on the porch had heard Madison flush, and Davo and Travis were expecting the door to open and reveal a girl who was something like Kate; a pretty, nice-natured, well-endowed brunette. Their jaws nearly dropped to the ground when the girl who emerged was a slim blonde with shapely breasts and legs, very pretty but with the most miserable expression.

"Hi," said Davo and Travis to the newcomer. Madison fixed Davo and Travis with a haughty expression and without a word, walked to the sink and began to wash her hands, pointedly ignoring the two young men.

"Is your cousin a deaf mute?" Davo asked Kate in response to Madison's rudeness.

Before Kate could reply, Madison glared at Davo. "Excuse me?" she demanded.

"Oh, you can speak," laughed Davo. "I thought there was something wrong with you, the way you ignored us like that. We thought country girls from Pennsylvania had good manners."

Madison's face went red with annoyance. "I am not from the country, and I am not from Pennsylvania. I am from Manhattan, thank you very much."

Kate laughed. "Davo, Travis, I'd like you to meet Madison, my cousin. Madison, Davo is from Australia, and Travis from New Zealand, and they're on a working holiday."

"Charmed to meet you, Miss Madison," said Davo, bowing down to her and putting on an accent of an American gentleman from the South.

"Nice to meet you, Madison," said Travis, he and Davo both extending their hands to Madison, a gesture the girl ignored. Travis decided to continue being polite to Madison. "So, it must be good to get out of the city and go camping in the fresh air?"

Madison shot Travis a look to let him know he had said exactly the wrong thing. "I do not like camping. I hate it here, and I wish I was back home in Mom and Daddy's apartment where I belong."

"Now I'd say that was being rude to your relatives' hospitality," said Davo. He could see Madison was getting angrier and angrier, but this was all part of his grand plan. "You're not a happy camper, then?" Again more glaring from Madison. "Fresh air is good for you," Davo continued. "You should come to Australia or New Zealand. Lots of fresh air down there."

Madison knew little about these two faraway countries in the Southern Hemisphere. Geography wasn't her strong subject at school, and she thought of both Australia and New Zealand as mostly consisting of farms, full of dangerous, poisonous and strange animals and rude, uncouth, lower-class, poorly educated, beer-drinking, sports-loving inhabitants, much like this young man who was annoying her right now.

"I would never want to visit Australia or New Zealand," scoffed Madison. "Why would I want to go to a place full of farms and weird animals?"

"We actually have cities in Australia and New Zealand," said Davo. "Although, you're right, they are full of animals. In Melbourne, kangaroos and emus wander the city, koalas are up every tree, you need to watch your step to avoid the snakes and you have to keep back from the Yarra River because of the crocodiles. It's just the same in Sydney; the harbor is full of crocs waiting to get you. In New Zealand, they mainly have sheep, but the office workers in Aukland, Wellington and Christchurch get to feed the kiwi birds at lunchtime."

Kate, who had done well at Geography and knew a reasonable amount about Australia, and Travis covered their mouths to hide their amusement that Madison seemed to have swallowed Davo's tall story hook, line and sinker.

"Those koala bears are weird," said Madison, who had always puzzled over how people thought they were cute.

Davo laughed hysterically. "Madison makes her first mistake with Australian animals," he crowed. "Koalas aren't bears, they're marsupials, princess. We don't have native animals wandering any Australian or New Zealand city, snakes slithering everywhere and there are no crocodiles in the Yarra River or Sydney Harbor. There's sharks in Sydney, but no crocodiles."

Madison went red in anger and embarrassment at having been duped, and turning defense into attack, snapped, "So your name is Davo? What sort of a stupid name is Davo?"

"My name's actually David, but people call me Davo. You can call me David if you prefer, I don't mind. Just don't call me late for my tea, okay. Which reminds me, what are you making for me tonight? I want my hot dinner and a cold beer on the table at six exactly thanks darling." 

Madison's slim figure trembled with rage at this, staring furiously at the laughing Davo, and at Kate and Travis, who were both unable to keep themselves from laughing.

"I love Australian animals," Kate volunteered. "They're so cute. I'd love to visit Australia one day."

Madison glared at her cousin. Of course Kate thought Australian animals were cute. Her country cousin thought all animals were cute. On the way up in the van, Kate had spoken at length how the dogs and cats would be looked after by her grandparents who lived across the street, and how much she would miss the pets when she went to college. Madison cared little about her cousin's love of animals.

"We'd love for you to visit us in the Land Down Under, Kate," said Davo. "How about your cousin? Would Madison like to come with you, and charm Australia with her friendliness and kind, generous, warm nature?"

Kate laughed, and Madison again glared at her. "Kate, let's go back," she urged.

"What's the rush, we're having such a good time?" asked Davo. "Let's talk about something girls like. What star signs are you?"

"Scorpio," said Madison.

"Oh, you've got a sting in your tail, better not piss you off," said Davo, to which Madison sighed at the young Australian's continuous jokes directed at her. She wished he and his stupid friend had stayed on the other side of the world. This camping trip was difficult enough for her as it was without them.

"I'm a Capricorn," said Kate.

"I think you and Travis are going to get along really well," said Davo. "Aeries is his favorite star sign, as you can imagine, but he likes Capricorns too. The next best thing. Did you know that in New Zealand, Aeries people are a privileged, elite ruling class?"

"No more sheep and goat jokes, please," pleaded Travis. "As it happens, I am actually an Aeries..."

"That fits," sniggered Davo.

"And Davo is a Taurus, which is very apt because he's a bullshit artist," said Travis.

Kate giggled, but Madison's response was one of stony silence.

"Well, that was just plain rude, young man," said Davo to Travis, impersonating an old-fashioned school ma'am, causing amusement to Kate, but again failing with Madison.

"Another thing that interests me about Australia is that football game you play," said Kate. "You know, with the four goalposts? I've seen it on the television. It looks really good."

"That's Australian Rules Football," said Davo. "I play that. I even managed to convert Travis, but because he's from Kiwi-land, he's used to Rugby Union, and keeps throwing the ball, and tackling below the knees. I've told him what to do nice and slow, given him pictures to make it easy but he doesn't study them. Which reminds me girls, when you speak to Travis, talk slowly, explain carefully and use simple words he can understand."

"Oh shut up, Davo," laughed Travis.

Davo grinned and pointed at Travis. "Another thing I nearly forgot is that you may notice how Travis pronounces certain words differently from normal people, so I'd better run you through them. When Travis says 'fush' he means fish. When he says 'pug', he's not talking about a small dog, he's talking about a pig. When he says 'sex' don't slap him, call the cops and have him charged with sexual harassment, he's talking about the number six. If you're not sure what Travis says, just ask me and I'll interpret for you. Australians and South Africans are the only others who can understand New Zealanders, and can translate for people from other parts of the planet."

Kate again laughed, and Travis grinned and shook his head while blushing and giving Davo a good-natured shove. Madison maintained a stuck-up, stony silence. Davo then said, "Kate, can you please explain to me how American football works? I've watched it on TV, but can't work out the rules at all."

"You might need to go for college for three years," said Kate. "I love football, but you're right, the rules are confusing. That's why I like playing field hockey, you hit the ball forward with your stick to score goals. Nice and easy."

"So are you playing hockey at college?" asked Travis.

Kate nodded. "Yes, I'm really looking forward to it."

"Are you starting college in September too?" Davo asked Madison.

Madison couldn't resist the opportunity to act snobby and put down her cousin. "Of course, but I'm going to a proper college in New York. I'm not going to the same college as she is."

"You were saying you had two brothers?" said Davo to Kate.

"That's right, John's my older brother, and Dylan is my twin brother," said Kate.

"Why don't we all have a game of football?' suggested Davo. "You can show us Gridiron, I can show you Australian Rules, and Travis can show us Rugby Union."

"That sounds like fun," said Kate. "I'd love to do it."

"I don't think your cousin is so keen," said Davo, indicating Madison's look of distaste. "What's the matter, don't you like football?"

"Football is stupid," said Madison.

Davo put on a look of puzzlement. "How can football be stupid? It's a term for six different sports played around the world; Soccer, Rugby League, Rugby Union, Gridiron, Australian Rules and Gaelic Football. You can say that a person or animal is stupid because of their actions, or a thought process is stupid, but you can't say that football is stupid, because it has no qualities that could make it stupid."

This put-down was delivered with a charming smile, and Kate could see Madison was getting angrier and angrier. Davo said, "I guess you won't be playing, then, you might break a nail. Do you have any brothers or sisters here with you who might be interested in playing?"

Madison sighed in impatience. "No."

"No, you don't have any brothers or sisters, or no they wouldn't be interested in playing?" Davo continued.

"No, I don't have any brothers and sisters, I'm an only child," said Madison.

"I had a feeling you might be," said Davo.

"What is that supposed to mean?" snapped Madison.

Before Davo could respond, an unpleasant odor like rotting cabbages entered Kate's nostrils. It was an absolutely still day, and Madison's toilet smell had slowly drifted out of the stall she had vacated, failing to dissipate due to the lack of any breeze. Kate discretely put her fingers below her nose and breathed through her mouth, and she could see Travis do the same thing, both of them too polite to say anything. Davo, however, was not so discrete.

"Oh my God!" he shouted. He turned to Madison and pointed at the toilet cubicle. "What happened in there? Did the toilet back up or something?"

Madison blushed bright red. "No," she snapped defensively.

Davo laughed. "So, that was you on your own then? What have you been eating?"

Madison became even angrier and more embarrassed. "It's none of your business."

"You're right there, sweetheart, it wasn't my business. It was your business." Davo laughed and turned to Kate, who along with Travis was unable to keep from laughing as well. Madison, on the other hand, was going redder still as the smell continued to drift out from the toilet that she had used, and she looked like she might burst into tears at any moment.

"Good luck sharing a tent with her tonight," said Davo to Kate, before he turned back to Madison. "Whatever you did in there, that's not normal. You need to see a doctor fast, and get referral to a gastro-intestinal specialist." He again addressed Kate. "Kate, make sure Madison sees a doctor as a matter of urgency. If you don't and your cousin dies of stomach cancer or some other digestive disorder, you'll feel bad about not listening to me now. In the meantime, watch what she eats."

With the unpleasant smell of Madison's poo still in the air, Davo said, "Well, I don't want to hang around here anymore, that's for sure. It's been lovely meeting you, and I'm sure we'll see each other a lot more over the next few days."

"See you later, Kate," said Travis, as he turned to walk with Davo up the path to the male toilets.

"See you both later," called Kate. She could see Madison, red-faced and sulking and on the walk back to the campsite, she had to prevent herself from laughing yet again.

Madison fumed at the indignity she had suffered, that awful young Australian insulting her, making her look stupid and then having the audacity to laugh at her because her poo was smelly, something she couldn't help. She was annoyed at Kate and Travis too for laughing at her, and she just wanted to go home. Madison fantasized that her Daddy would turn up, tell her this had all been a terrible mistake, and drive her away back to where she belonged. Madison also thought about Davo, and she sulked with indignation. Yet when his image appeared in her mind's eye, she couldn't explain that deep inside her panties she felt a tingle between her legs, with her vagina moistening slightly.

Next to her, Kate also thought about the two young men. She liked Davo and his sense of humor, especially the way he brought her stuck up spoiled cousin back to Earth, but while he was great looking Kate thought Travis was better. Nice looking, polite and not so overbearing, Kate definitely wanted to see more of him. Like with Madison, Kate felt her clitoris respond, and a dampness in her vulva.

****

In the mens' bathroom, which had blue doors as opposed to the yellow doors of the ladies', Davo and Travis stood at the urinal. This was in a long room, the toilets, fewer in number than the ladies, were located a bit further away, the showers adjacent to this.

Davo shook himself, tucked his dick back into his underpants and zipped up his shorts. "So, Kate's all yours," he said to Travis.

"Sorry?" asked Travis, as he also shook himself, returned his penis to his underpants and adjusted his shorts.

"You're welcome," said Davo. "You get to screw Kate, while I fuck Madison."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Travis. "We don't know if Kate is even single, nor Madison, and even if Madison doesn't have a boyfriend, she still hates you."

"How so?" asked Davo.

"Well, making her appear stupid, picking her up on her bad manners, and teasing her about her stinking out the toilet didn't seem to go down well with her," said Travis. "I can't think why."

"So you'd prefer to fuck Madison?" asked Davo. "That's fine, you go for it. I'll have Kate. I can't wait to see Kate's big tits when I get her shirt and bra off, her big butt and her pussy when she pulls down those cute patched jeans and her knickers, and have her long legs wrapped around me."

"I don't want to fuck Madison, that's for sure," said Travis. Although he had to admit Madison was beautiful, she had a personality he found awful, and felt sorry for Kate having to put up with the little bitch. "She seems like an absolute spoiled brat, but for some reason you seem to like spoiled chicks. Like Poppy, that posh English girl you deflowered while she was on holidays in Melbourne. Then there was Courtney, that bitch of a gymnast you fucked on the Gold Coast and then Bronte, another rich bitch you screwed in the disabled toilets when on the river cruise. There's been at least four more like them, but I don't remember their names."

"Yeah, spoiled chicks are great to fuck," said Davo. "Do you know why?"

"Oh please tell me," said Travis sarcastically.

"Because they always get what they want, they're never satisfied," said Davo. "It takes two people to fuck, they can't get off as much as they want to if they just take their knickers off and lay on their backs with their legs open. They go wild and suck and fuck twice as hard, and they always want more. The secret is to let them know that you're not going to treat them like a princess, like they have been their whole lives. They seem to get off on blokes who piss them off, and try to get you to treat them the way they like by putting out. That's why I did it with Madison, to get her nice and ready." Davo grinned at his reflections of the girls Travis had mentioned. "Did I ever tell you about Poppy's fanny? It was shaped like a triangle. I've never seen a pussy like that before or since."

"Thanks for the details," said Travis. "I can't tell you how much I wanted to know that about some British tourist's fanny."




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 02



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - The second chapter of this kinky comedy set in the early 1990s sees spoiled 18-year-old Madison continuing to hate camping with her aunt, uncle and cousins, and the privileged princess drives everyone, especially nice natured Kate, crazy with her selfish, lazy and bratty behavior.

Can Davo, a brash Australian tourist, turn Madison around? Can Kate finally enjoy herself, perhaps with Davo's New Zealand friend Travis?

This story, as with the first chapter contains frequent very coarse language and ribald humor, both sexual and non-sexual. Jokes made about New Zealand, lesbians, and homosexuals do not reflect the personal opinions of the author, are not intended to be offensive and are within the story as humor and to establish character personality and storylines. The expression 'fanny' when used by Australian & New Zealand characters means vagina, rather than the North American expression which means bottom.

All characters who engage in sexual activity, are seen naked or partially naked, or are references as being naked or engaging in sexual activity retrospectively are 18-years-old or older. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental and unintentional.

Please enjoy Chapter 2 of Spoiled Princess Hates Camping, and look out for Chapter 3 soon.

***

The evening failed to make the miserable day any better for Madison. The family sat eating dinner; barbequed sausages in hot dog rolls with ketchup, salad and potato chips. Madison ate with small bites in a sulky silence, glaring at Kate, disapproving of the way her cousin ate a hot dog.

Kate opened her mouth without showing her teeth and would push the hotdog inside, moving her lips forward as though the girl was giving fellatio, before taking a bite. "Jesus, do you know what it looks like you're doing there, Kate?" Madison thought.

Almost as bad was the way Kate, John and Dylan ate salad and potato chips, the three siblings flicking their tongues in and out as though they were lizards. "I can't believe I'm related to these country bumpkins," were Madison's critical thoughts.

Anna brought out a home-made chocolate cake for dessert, which Madison also glared at. "Great Aunt Anna, give Kate something to eat that will make her fat ass even bigger," she thought. When Madison herself was offered a slice, she sneeringly refused.

"Hey, you don't be rude to your aunt like that," warned Bob.

"I just said I don't eat chocolate cake," snapped Madison. "It's so unhealthy. I only eat healthy desserts like fruit salad, not stupid chocolate cake. It's crap. Get it away from me."

"Okay, I've had enough of you this evening Madison," said Anna. "Leave the table."

Madison got up and glared at her aunt. "Good, I don't want to be here anyway. I don't want to be here at all. You people are ruining my summer vacation."

"Madison, go and do not return until you are prepared to apologize, and behave acceptably," said Bob.

His niece ignored him, and stormed away into the increasingly dim light, standing sulking in the same spot where she had put on her display of tears earlier in the day. Bob, Anna and their sons and daughter sat eating the chocolate cake with glasses of milk.

To Madison, the day had seemed as long as the whole of 1993 and 1994 to date had been, perhaps even longer. And she still had nearly two weeks to go. Madison sighed deeply, looked upwards and immediately froze, color draining from her face. 

Just above her head was her greatest fear. Oval shaped, with eight legs and spinning a web of silk, Madison's eyes went wider as they took in the spider just inches from her. The teenager's mouth opened to emit a piercing scream, an appropriate reaction if she found herself with a predatory cat, a wolf or a bear in front of her, but a definite over-reaction to something that posed her no threat.

Madison screamed again, and Bob, Anna, John, Kate and Dylan ran over, convinced Madison was in very grave danger. They were beaten there by Davo and Travis, who happened to be passing by and reacted instinctively to hearing a girl screaming. Everyone arrived to be confronted by the sight of Madison, frozen in fear, screaming at a spider. Other people camping had also been alerted by the screaming, and likewise ran across.

Anna and Bob sighed. Anna guided Madison away from the spider, and Bob was furious. "What, that's what you're scared of? That's an orb spider. It's completely harmless. We thought you were about to be murdered, the way you were carrying on, Madison."

Madison started to cry. "I'm scared of spiders. Take it away. I can't be here if there's a spider."

Anna gave her niece tissues. "Pull yourself together Madison," she advised.

"Madison, if you don't want to see the spider, don't come over near these trees," said Bob. 

"Dad wouldn't make me stay here if there was a spider. There might be snakes too," sobbed Madison.

"That's enough, Madison," warned her aunt. "You've made all these people run over thinking you were in some sort of trouble, and you've wasted their time. One day if you really are in trouble, people might not come to help you."

Anna then addressed the other campers who were returning to their tents and vans, displeased at running out to rescue what turned out to be a spoiled brat being a drama-queen over a common, harmless spider. "Sorry about that."

Davo and Travis remained, and like John, Kate and Dylan were trying not to laugh. Bob addressed them directly. "Thanks for running over so fast boys, and I'm sorry that my niece wasted your time like she did with everyone else." He looked over and glowered at Madison. She had now stopped crying, her expression remaining sulky, and she glowered back at her uncle. 

"That's okay, sir," said Davo. He turned to Kate. "Your cousin sure can scream loud, Kate. I think she's given Travis tinnitus."

"Have you met already?" asked Bob, confused as to how the young Australian man knew his daughter's name.

"Madison and I met Davo and Travis earlier today, Dad," said Kate. She made all the introductions, with Davo and Travis both struck dumb with amazement when introduced to Dylan as Kate's twin brother. They had been amazed enough that the very different-looking Kate and Madison were cousins, but neither had ever seen nor heard of a case of a six-foot tall, big boned girl and a five-foot, scrawny boy being twin sister and brother.

"Well, it's so nice to meet you, and again thank you for attempting to rescue our niece, even though it was a false alarm," said Anna. "How about you join us for chocolate cake and milk?"

"Thank you ma'am, that would be great," said Davo. "Although I don't think Travis wants any milk, he would prefer to have 'mulk'."

Travis laughed and offered an explanation to Bob and Anna. "He's always making jokes about my New Zealand accent. You'd think that as Davo thinks he's such a funny guy, he'd have come up with some new material by now."

Davo also laughed. "At home, Travis doesn't store milk in a fridge, he stores it in a 'frudge'."

Madison sat down in misery as Davo and Travis joined her relatives and ate the calorie-laden chocolate cake her aunt served them. She was forced to endure the boring conversation about those awful countries on the other side of the world, and her relatives' boring lives in rural Pennsylvania. Then the conversation turned to something Madison liked even less - spiders and snakes.

"In Australia, we have funnel-web spiders. They're as big as a tarantula, very aggressive and absolutely deadly. They've killed many people over the years," said Davo.

The thought of huge dangerous spiders filled Madison with a cold chill, but she was convinced that Davo was making this up given what he done earlier. "You're lying, there's no such thing," she asserted.

"No, he's actually not making that up," said Travis. "Funnel-web spiders are as big and dangerous as Davo said."

Madison resolved even more that she would never go to Australia, then Bob said to Davo and Travis, "I've heard you've got some very dangerous snakes down under."

"There's actually none in New Zealand," said Travis. "But in Australia, it's a very different story."

Davo continued the story. "There's King Browns, Tiger Snakes, Death Adders, Sea-Snakes and Red-Bellied Black Snakes. And of course, the most dangerous of all, the Taipan. They grow over two meters long, have a deadly poison and can strike over six times a second." Davo smiled, seeing Madison's terrified expression, and then asked, "Are there any snakes in New Jersey?"

"There are, but I've been coming here for years and I've seen only one, and that was more than thirty years ago," said Bob. "In the Pine Barrens, you don't need to worry about snakes, you need to worry about the Jersey Devil."

"The Jersey Devil? What's that?" asked Davo.

"It's a monster said to live deep in the forest," said Bob. "It's terrorized people for years. Sometimes you don't hear of it for ages, then people report seeing or hearing strange things."

Bob continued the story, Madison feeling increasingly afraid by the terrifying tale. She told herself it was nonsense; that something like that could not exist, but it was no good, and with the talk of snakes and spiders as well, the teenager felt totally spooked by the time Davo and Travis bade everybody goodnight, and returned to their camping van and tent. Madison was very much aware that just canvas separated her from the outside world, whereas in New York she was protected by living high up in an apartment with security at ground level.

The girls took it in turns to undress and change for bed. Madison put on an oversized white tee-shirt with the Eiffel Tower on it, a garment she had purchased in Paris as part of a proper vacation for her, and a reminder of happier times. Underneath she wore a pair of white, bikini-style cotton panties.

Kate also wore an over-sized red and white football shirt over a pair of white full-brief panties with pink and purple roses and pink elastic around the waist and legs. Not wearing a bra made Kate's enormous breasts look even larger, as her boobs were now unrestrained under her shirt.

Neither girl spoke to the other, Madison resenting having to share a sleeping area with somebody else. She had never had to share a room before - sometimes she had had sleepovers with her wealthy friends and city cousins - but that was different. And she would be attending college from home, not sharing some dumb old dorm room, soriety house or rented student accommodation. Kate was very aware of her cousin's resentment, but said nothing. Kate wished that one of her other female cousins or her five friends could have joined her, but because of Madison coming along, this could not happen.

As both girls were about to slip their bare feet into their light sleeping bags, Dylan's voice was heard as he entered the tent, "Spider patrol, spider patrol, here comes the spider patrol."

"What is it, Dylan?" asked Kate impatiently. She was tired, pissed off at Madison, and wanted to go to sleep.

"I'm just looking for spiders so they don't get Madison in the night," said Dylan. He pointed at the canvas wall, "Look, what's that? Could that be a spider there?"

Terrified, Madison looked instinctively, and glared at Dylan when there was of course no arachnid. "Make him stop bothering me," she ordered Kate.

"Dylan, stop doing that and go to bed," said Kate.

Dylan's eyes seemed to be roaming the tent floor. "Don't you want me to do a thorough spider check?"

"Dylan, what are you doing in there bothering the girls?" came Anna's voice.

"Sorry Mom, I'll just go to bed now," he called back, exiting the tent. Kate turned off the flashlight that provided illumination, and she and Madison got into their sleeping bags. Kate fell asleep almost immediately. Madison took longer, feeling very uncomfortable sleeping in a tent for the first time in her life, the unfamiliar sound of the country and people passing by outside keeping her awake. Madison longed for her soft, comfortable bed back in Manhattan, and took a long time to fall asleep.

In the tent he shared with John, Dylan had also taken a little while to fall asleep. Part of this was John snoring, but mostly caused by his thoughts. The 'spider patrol' had not just been an annoying prank, it was part of his reconnaissance. Next to Madison there had been a bright pink cloth bag, out of which the pink bra she had been wearing was protruding. Dylan smiled; target identified.

***

Madison was a girl who enjoyed sleeping in, but when she awoke the following morning, she knew this wasn't going to be the case here, with her family being early risers. During the night, Madison had pushed herself up against Kate in her sleep, and Kate had woken with Madison's fingers in her face, to her great annoyance.

Another reason for an early start was that both Madison and Kate needed to go to the toilet and take showers. They collected their bags and put in their clothes for the day, their toiletries and their towels. They exited the tent to a gray, overcast and humid morning, Kate remembering to collect her novel on the way out.

The well-maintained, direct path meant the two girls were able to walk barefoot all the way to the toilet and shower block and Dylan, who had been awake for some time and was already dressed, was outside. He positioned himself behind a tree, watching Madison's nice figure pass by, her beautiful legs bare and the fabric of her tee-shirt just covering her panties around her bottom. He especially admired his cousin's bare feet, but soon he would see something even better.

A mosquito landed on Madison's left foot, and the girl bent over to shoo it away before it could bite her. With Madison's legs slightly apart, Dylan took in a most unexpected view of the white cotton of her panties that covered her wonderful ass as her tee-shirt rode up. Although not overly clear, he could see the shape of her pussy through the saddle of her panties, the outline of her vagina clear.

Unaware of this as was Kate, Madison continued her trip up the path beside her cousin until the girls reached the female toilet & shower block. The toilets had recently been cleaned and smelled strongly of disinfectant. The seats were left up after the recent cleaning, and both Kate and Madison put down the toilet seats in the cubicles they had chosen, closing and locking the doors behind them.

Both girls lifted their over-sized tee-shirts, pulled down their panties to their ankles and sat down on the toilets, their knees slightly parted showing their pubic hair. Like yesterday, the cousins peed in unison, the tinkling sounds filling both cubicles as their urine streams splashed into the toilets, each girl audible to the other. Getting toilet paper and wiping their vaginas, Madison and Kate relaxed the muscles in their rectums to empty their bowels, the resultant sounds made by each girl heard by the other.

Madison could feel her digestive system had improved from yesterday as she was pooing, but it was not perfect, and the smell was pretty bad. She grimaced as she got some toilet paper, not relishing it against her delicate little anus, but as she went to lift her left buttock to wipe, she could feel her skin was stuck to the slightly damp toilet seat, courtesy of the disinfectant that had been used to clean it earlier. Lifting her bottom, Madison wiped and sighed again at the uncomfortable feeling from the rough toilet paper.

"Aren't the toilets awful?" she called to Kate.

Kate, whose bottom had also become momentarily stuck to the seat because of the remaining disinfectant when she went to wipe herself, had not let it bother her. Book-worm Kate was keen to read her novel, and the girl did not really want to get into a conversation in which Madison complained non-stop about everything. She picked up the book from the toilet cistern. "They seem okay to me," said Kate, opening the page, taking out the bookmark and beginning to read.

"No, they're dreadful, the worst toilets I've ever seen," said Madison. She looked down at her lowered white panties, and wished her bare feet were on the white tiled floor of her private bathroom at home, not on this concrete floor. "The toilet paper is all rough and scratchy, there's not enough privacy and the disinfectant made the toilet seat all sticky against my bottom."

"It could be much worse." Kate's response was dismissive. All she wanted to do was read while she was pooing on the toilet. Was it too much to ask for? At home, Kate spent her most of her toilet time reading her novels or studying. A few weeks before graduation, Kate had spent about 20-minutes sitting on the toilet one evening completing her chemistry homework, balancing all the equations, even the extra credits. At school the next day, the handsome young chemistry teacher had praised Kate's work saying how hard she had worked. The girl thought to herself if only he knew she had completed it while she was on the toilet, her skirt up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. 

In contrast, Madison never read or studied when she was in the bathroom, but sometimes she would multi-task by using her cell phone to talk to her friends when she was on the toilet. A few weeks earlier, Madison had arranged with her friends Tiffany, a small-statured girl with wavy blonde hair, and Chelsea, a very slim strawberry blonde, along with her classy brunette cousin Felicity to go shopping as she was sitting on the toilet on a Saturday morning. When the four pretty, pampered 18-year-old girls met up dressed in expensive clothes to buy even more expensive clothes on credit financed by their Daddies, not one of them realized that all four of them had been on the toilet with their panties around their ankles talking on their cell phones as they arranged the shopping excursion. Each girl thought it was just herself using her cell phone in her own bathroom as she sat on the toilet.

"How? How could it be any worse?" came Madison's whiny reply, Kate hearing her cousin unwinding toilet paper at the same time.

Kate put her novel back on the cistern, and looked down at her flowery panties and bare feet. Obviously, she wasn't going to get to read in peace on the toilet this morning. Kate unwound some toilet paper and wiped her bottom, while contemplating an extremely embarrassing experience of hers back in early spring, far worse than anything Madison had no doubt encountered. 

Most of the senior year had gone on a school wilderness camping trip for four days, Friday to Monday, in March. The weather turned wet and cold, and there were no toilet facilities. This wouldn't have been so bad, but Kate had started her period on the morning of departure. Like Madison, although unknown to each girl, Kate had periods similar to her cousin; heavy, painful and with plenty of PMS and bloating. She also used much more toilet paper than usual during that time of the month, and again like Madison, almost exclusively used pads to manage her periods. 

On the Saturday morning, following heavy rain that had fallen overnight, a bloated, crampy and hormonal Kate awoke in her tent to a gray, cold Pennsylvania morning with a maxi-pad that needed changing, and a feeling of urgency in her bladder and her bowels. Getting a roll of toilet paper and her napkins, Kate had put on her bathrobe over her long, pink flannel pajamas, and slid her bare feet into flip-flops, not wanting to get covered shoes wet while walking through the long grass.

Collecting a spade on the way to the woods, Kate had found how cold it really was, her wet toes really feeling it. The girl had to stop halfway and roll up the legs of her pajamas to stop them getting wet too. Reaching the woods, Kate found a nice big tree, dug a hole, pulled down her pajamas and panties and squatted down, making sure to keep the robe out of the way.




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 02



Kate changed her pad while she urinated, then found to her horror that she had diarrhea as she moved her bowels. Dealing with both her period and diarrhea without a toilet was not exactly pleasant, and adding to this was the cold. Her bare toes shivered, her fingers went numb and she could barely feel to tear the sheets off the toilet roll when she wiped. For about eight minutes, Kate squatted over the hole, glad she had been good at squats in gym class to hold this position. Even Kate's vagina and bare bottom were getting cold from exposure to the elements. Finally, Kate was finished, pulling up her panties and adjusting her pad and then her pajamas, smoothing down her bathrobe. Kate placed her used napkin in a paper sanitary bag, filled in the hole, washed her hands in the long grass and returned to camp.

Unfortunately, just as she opened a bin to dispose of the sanitary bag, some guys from the football team turned the corner in time to see this, the spade in her left hand and the toilet paper and packet of sanitary pads visible in her right. Nobody said anything, the boys looking embarrassed and staring at the sky and the ground, but as Kate washed her cold, numb hands properly at the tap, she blushed red, horrified that male classmates knew she had been into the woods to have a poo, and far worse that she was on her period. Fortunately, at shower time that night, Kate's friends were supportive of their menstruating classmates, working it so she could shower in privacy under the makeshift showers; a bucket of warm water behind a portable plastic curtain.

"Try camping where there are no toilets, when you have to dig and then squat over a hole in the woods with a roll of toilet paper in your hand, and you have diarrhea and your period," replied Kate, hoping Madison would shut up and stop complaining.

"That's silly," came Madison's reply. "That would never happen to me."

"Well, it happened to me," said Kate. "A few months ago."

"Well that's okay, you're from the country, you're used to it," came Madison's reply. "If it happened to me, it would be much worse."

"Most of the time, I go to the bathroom and manage my period just the same as you," said Kate, adjusting her glasses as she rolled her eyes. How did Madison's mind work? Did she think that Kate and her family lived in colonial-like conditions, with an outhouse down the back, or some communal toilet block for the entire neighborhood to use? Maybe she thought Kate pulled down her pants, squatted down and did it in the back yard every day?

Madison's complaining continued about the campsite toilets, exasperating Kate more and more. Kate never thought about toilets or toilet paper being bad before. When Kate needed to go to the toilet, be this at home, at another person's home, at school, work, church, the mall, the library or any other place, she went into the bathroom (after asking permission if required, such as when she was in class and needed a lavatory pass), closed and locked the door, lowered her panties, sat on the toilet and did what she needed to do.

The continuous complaining continued, now about other aspects of the camping trip, and after another five minutes of this, Kate was relieved to hear Madison unwinding toilet paper a few times in a row, then the toilet flush. In her cubicle, Madison pulled up and adjusted her white panties, pulled down her over-sized tee-shirt, then turned on her bare feet, opened the door and exited.

"Come on, Kate," she called as she walked over to the sink and washed her hands.

Kate, who was not close to finished yet, frowned, resenting being hurried. "I'll be a bit longer," she called. "If you want, go and take a shower."

"I'm not going in there alone," said Madison. "You need to come in there with me."

"Okay, then just wait out on the porch for me," said Kate. She picked up her book and repositioned herself on the toilet seat.

Outside, Madison fumed at having to wait for the next five minutes, with the sound of Kate advancing the toilet roll and unwinding paper heard intermittently. She never had to wait like this before. "Come on, what's taking you so long?" she mumbled under her breath.

Her thoughts grew increasingly unkind, and she did not consider for a second how long she had kept Kate waiting yesterday. "If you put more in your mouth, more is going to come out of your ass, Kate," she thought, this followed by, "If you let your ass get as big as you have Kate, the longer it's going to take to wipe it clean."

In the cubicle, Kate unwound more toilet paper to finish and wipe herself, then stood up, and flushed the toilet after putting down the lid. She pulled up her panties, covering her bottom, vagina and pubic hair, then pulled down her over-sized tee-shirt. Picking up her book and putting it in her bag, Kate left the bathroom stall and walked over to the trough to wash her hands.

Madison glared at her cousin. "Are you sure you've finished having a shit, Kate?" she thought, irritated at the wait. Like sharing, waiting was something Madison did not like.

Kate, turned and walked on her bare feet towards the entrance to the showers, Madison following. They passed the cubicle Kate had vacated, and Madison could not help but notice Kate's toilet smell. Madison cast her cousin's back a critical look. "You laughed at me yesterday with those two idiots because my poo was smelly, can't you smell your own poo?" she thought.

The girls went into the showers and Madison was not impressed. The showers were divided by partitions, but had only shower curtains in front of them. Madison had never once used a shower with a curtain before. She feared that somebody might walk in on her, and she also believed that only lower socio-economic people had shower curtains. Kate and Madison went into shower cubicles next to each other, closed the curtains and undressed.

Kate lifted up her shirt to reveal her panties, and her enormous E-cup breasts, the skin of her massive mammary glands pale, with pink areole and nipples, a vast valley between her boobs. Down and then off came Kate's flowery full-brief panties, her luxurious triangular carpet of dark pubic hair between her legs, and the cheeks of her big bottom on display. Kate hung her shirt and panties on the hook alongside her bag, the pretty teenager standing completely naked from her long brown hair to her bare feet as she removed her glasses, got her soap and reached out to turn on the taps.

Madison likewise lifted her shirt to reveal her firm, slim, nubile body, and beautiful C-cup breasts, these a perfect shape and proportion to her figure with areole and nipples the exact color of her vagina. The barefoot, blonde teenager was wearing only her white panties, before she pulled them down and stepped out of them, bending down to pick them up, her legs parted to show the smooth skin of her vagina and further back, her anus as her butt cheeks parted slightly. Like Kate, Madison hung her shirt and panties on the hook and went to turn on the shower, a bar of soap in her hand.

The splashing sound of the water was audible as the girls turned on the taps, got the water temperature right and stepped under the showerheads, Madison and Kate feeling the warm water cascading onto their naked bodies. Both girls tended to start at the top and work their way down when they showered, and today was no exception. Madison and Kate washed their pretty faces first, then their backs, before concentrating on their breasts.

Madison soaped up her firm breasts, suds and water droplets over her nipples and running between them. Kate's bit tits required more soap, the enormously well-endowed teenager having to apply the bar of soap extensively to her chest to lather up her boobs, and wash between them.

Kate and Madison washed their stomachs, taking sure to clean their belly-buttons with plenty of soap, and now it was time for the girls to wash their private, feminine areas.

Madison applied soap to her pubic mound, making the blonde curls all soapy and sudsy, the girl then opening her legs slightly so she could wash her vagina. In the next shower cubicle Kate applied soap with vigor to her bushy pubic hair, white soap matting the girl's hairy mound. Kate opened her legs and began to soap her vagina, but the bar was slippery, and slipped out of Kate's fingers, sliding onto the floor, into the ditch drain which ran between the dozen shower cubicles, and floated into Madison's cubicle. Only every third shower had a drainage hole; Kate's didn't, but Madison's did.

Thoroughly washing her vagina with soap and water, Madison saw her cousin's soap come floating through and go into the drainage hole, then Kate's voice. "Madison, I lost my soap into your stall, could you please pass it back to me?"

Madison was horrified. "Ew, no, I'm not putting my hand into the drain. It's disgusting."

Kate sighed and stormed out of the shower. Pulling aside the curtain, the soaking wet girl, her pubic hair covered in soap, pulled open Madison's curtain. Madison looked in shock at her cousin's entry, and although too late to prevent Kate seeing her breasts, pubic hair, vagina and bare bottom, Madison cupped her hands over her pubic hair and vagina, backing against the wall to hide her bare bottom and moving her arms to cover her tits as best she could.

"Kate, what the hell?" she demanded.

"You won't get me my soap, so I have to get it myself," said Kate, her big naked breasts wobbling from side to side as she walked forward, soap and water running down her long legs to her bare feet.

"Can't you cover yourself up?" complained Madison. "I don't want to see you naked."

"Nor me with you, but as you wouldn't help me, I didn't have much choice," said Kate. She bent over to retrieve the soap from the drain, Madison seeing her cousin's pink vagina in the process thanks to her parted legs. Kate picked up the soap and turned back to Madison, making no attempt to hide her bare breasts and hairy pubic area. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she said. "And why are you so shy? We're both 18-year-old women. What did you do at school when you had to shower after gym class?"

With that, Kate left and pulled the shower curtain closed, before returning to her own shower. Madison got a view of Kate's plump bare bottom as she left, which was only marginally better than seeing her cousin's huge tits, or her pussy. "Do you keep a squirrel between your legs, Kate?" she thought to herself.

Full of indignation, Madison resumed washing her feminine area. At her school, the change rooms were divided into cubicles for the girls to change their clothes, and separate private shower cubicles to give the wealthy female students complete privacy. She, nor any of her classmates had ever had to see each other in their bra and panties, naked or in the shower. This was all done behind closed doors. 

Kate, also washing her vagina, thought nothing about changing her clothes and showering in front of other girls. Having gone to a public school, the girls' change-room was open, with open showers too. The girls just changed and showered in front of each other for gym class, and that was it.

The girls then soaped up their buttocks, before each of them thoroughly washed between the cheeks of their bottoms, concentrating on their anal areas, applying plenty of soap and water to the tight openings to their back passages. Finally they washed their legs and feet, gave themselves a final rinse, before turning off the showers. The naked, dripping wet girls then dried themselves with towels, both very thorough when drying between her legs and between the cheeks of her bottom. 

Madison and Kate put on their panties, and reached into their bags to retrieve, put on and fasten their bras. They then dressed, Madison putting on a lilac colored tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. These were not ordinary, comfortable jeans but skin-tight around her tummy, her buttocks, crotch and legs. She had to ease into them every time she put them on and they were not comfortable, but vanity prevailed and Madison loved how good they made her wonderful figure looked when she was wearing them, the denim accentuating every curve. 

One time, however, the jeans had brought Madison unstuck. She was out with Tiffany, Chelsea and Felicity, a day or so before her period was due. For the reason that people would be able to see the shape of her napkin between her legs, Madison never wore them when she was actually menstruating, however on this morning she started to bloat and retain water at a fast rate. When she and her friends went to the bathroom, she could pull up her panties when she finished on the toilet, but not her jeans and was in a real predicament in the ladies' room. This was solved by tying a jacket around Madison's waist, and her walking awkwardly with her friends to a boutique to purchase a skirt Madison could change into. The materialistic Madison would go shopping at any opportunity that presented itself, but this purchase was for a most unusual reason.

Madison slipped her feet into the same white sandals she had been wearing yesterday and emerged from the shower cubicle at the same time as Kate. Madison glared at Kate when she saw her cousin was wearing a lilac shirt the exact same color as her. Casting her eyes down, she saw that Kate was wearing black stirrup pants which had a visible panty line, and sneakers. "Your patched jeans were bad enough, now Kate you put your big ass into stirrup pants that show your panties and dare to wear a color that looks so great on me?" Madison thought.

Seeing a mirror on the wall, the narcissistic Madison took the opportunity to fix her make-up and made sure her hair was perfect, while Kate only used the mirror to tie her long hair back in a ponytail.

The girls exited the showers and made their way back to the campsite. From the men's showers a short way away emerged Davo and Travis, the two young men stopping short and looking at Madison and Kate walking down the path.

"Kate looks okay, all dressed up for riding like that," said Davo, admiring her stirrup pants and recalling that Bob mentioned the family was going to take a horse riding excursion sometime this week. Standing next to him, Travis was even more interested in the sight of Kate's big bottom covered by stirrup pants. 

Davo's eyes flicked over to Madison. "Fuck, she looks hot in those jeans, but I don't think Madison's fanny would be too happy with jeans that tight. They'd cut right into her crotch."

"Yeah, how does she get into them?" pondered Travis.

"Dunno, but I'd like to get her out of them," laughed Davo. He continued to watch the girls. "Come on, come on, one of you bend over," he said, relishing the thought of either of them bending over in tight jeans or stirrup pants, but neither girl did and they turned down the bendy path, to Davo's disappointment. He turned to Travis. "So, how about going horse riding today?"

"If it's another attempt to chat up Madison, it won't work," said Travis.

Davo grinned. "Yesterday, you mentioned Poppy, the posh English girl. Stuck up, snotty and spoiled bitch, but really hot. What did I do when I first saw Poppy in that fancy bar in Melbourne?" 

"You got a beer, went and stood next to her, sculled it and then belched as loudly as you could," said Travis, still horrified at the memory.

"And was Poppy impressed?"

"No, she called you a pig and a yobbo. And she was right." 

"And did I give up when she said that?"

"No, Davo, you didn't, because it was all part of your master plan."

"That's right," said Davo. "That night, Poppy's knickers were down around her ankles. Why were Poppy's knickers around her ankles? Was it because she was on the toilet? Was it because she was having a gynecologist appointment? Was it because she had cold ankles, and pulled her knickers down to keep them warm? No, it's because I was fucking Poppy's pussy as she was bent over the bed in her hotel room. Fuck, she had a foul mouth when she was getting screwed, for a posh chick who'd been to one of London's best private girls' schools. Filthy little bitch. I bet Madison's just the same."

"You won't get to find out," said Travis.

"Oh yes I will," said Davo. "Come on, you like Kate, so let's go horse riding. Are you in or not?"

Travis did indeed relish the idea of spending the day with Kate. "I'm in."

***

Madison's jeans caught the attention of the same man who had been un-nerved by hearing Davo's joke evil laughter the previous evening when he was passing by. The man, again wearing a Christian shirt and shorts looked at the tight jeans the blonde teenager was wearing in disapproval. How immoral. He and his wife as good young Christians had strongly protested the terrible rock and roll that came in in the mid-1950s and morality had got subsequently worse in following decades. The man, who had purchased milk, headed back to the tent he was sharing with his wife. The unhappy wowser had spent a sleepless night worrying about the homosexuals he had heard in the men's room, pondering how many homosexuals might be in the area, and what the said homosexuals were planning. Whatever it was, it was not compliant with His laws outlined in the bible.

When Madison and Kate returned to the campsite, Bob and Anna found out that while some people like surprises and others don't, Madison fit into the second category. The teenager had not been paying attention when Bob had mentioned that they would be going horse riding the previous evening, and was dismayed when she found out that this was the activity for the day. John, Kate and Dylan had found out the night before, hence Kate's choice of stirrup pants for the day.

Madison's response to this was to put on a sulky expression and glower. "Great," she muttered sarcastically.

"Glad you like it, Madison," said Bob, also with sarcasm.

Clearing up after breakfast wasn't Madison's idea of a task equal to her superior status to her country relatives. A maid did this for her at home; why should she do menial, mundane chores now? She slowly backed away, intending to walk to the nearby trees to see if she could get a reception on her cell phone so she could at last talk to her friends, but then remembered the spider and thought better of it. Had the arachnophobic teenager actually gone over to where the spider was, she would have seen the benefit of it, with the arachnid having caught and now in the process of consuming the mosquito that had tried to bite her foot earlier in the morning.

Instead, Madison made a discrete entry into the tent, kicked off her shoes and lay down on her stomach on the stomach on the mattress, delighted to get a reception this time and called Tiffany. The reception was bad, but Madison gushed, "Tiffany, hi, it's me Madison. Did I wake you up? Sorry, my lame family get up really early, but they're stupid country hicks, so what can you expect?"

Despite static, Madison continued to gossip with Tiffany as she lay on her tummy, legs bent at the knees, swinging her bare feet back and forth and wriggling her toes. Most of the conversation was Madison complaining about how bad things were, and lamenting she was not at home. That her aunt, uncle and cousins were working while she did nothing was of no concern to her. This was until Aunt Anna opened the tent and stood in front of her, hands on hips.

"Madison, off the phone now," she ordered her niece.

Madison glowered at her aunt, and arrogantly waved her away.

Anna was already annoyed, and even less impressed now. "Madison, end the call right now."

"Sorry, got to go Tiff, my aunt's going to have a bitch fit," said Madison. "Talk to you soon." She glared at Anna as she ended the call.

"I'm going to have what, Madison?" demanded Anna. She held out her hand. "Give me your cell phone, Madison."

"No!" Madison remained defiant.




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 02



With considerable speed, Anna reached out and grabbed the phone out of her niece's hand. "You will get this back when we hand you back to your parents at Newark next week."

"That's mine, give it back," squealed Madison, but her aunt was unmoved.

"Get to your feet, Madison," ordered Anna, an instruction the teenager complied with only with great reluctance. Anna stood directly in front of Madison, deliberately invading the girls' personal space. "How dare you slack off while we are all working, and how dare you say what you were saying about our family while you were on the phone to your friend. I'm not deaf, Madison. If your parents saw you then, they would be ashamed. I know Bob and I are."

Madison reverted to her favored tactic - bursting into tears - at this dressing down, but while this worked at home, Madison was slow to realize it did not here. For the third time in just under a day, Anna grabbed tissues and gave them to her sobbing niece. 

"Stop your silly crying and grow up, Madison," said Anna. "As punishment for what you did by not helping, you will wash all of the plates, glasses and cutlery at dinner this evening, and you will also clean the barbeque while we sit back and enjoy ourselves. Do I make myself clear?"

Madison, still blubbering, stormed out of the tent, crying more and more. Although not an advocate of corporal punishment Anna would have liked to have grabbed her niece, put the brat over her knee and given her a few hard smacks on her bottom and something to really cry about despite the fact Madison was over 18-years-old. However, she restrained herself, not wanting to end up on an assault charge.

John, Kate and Dylan watched their cousin exit the tent and stand sobbing in the center of the campsite, wiping her eyes and nose, followed by their stern mother. Bob gave Madison a look of contempt, and went over to the van, disgusted with his lazy, spoiled niece and how the vacation was going so badly just two days in. He consoled himself with the thought of riding horses with his wife, something both loved.

Dylan, seeing an opportunity to console Madison and get on her good side went to approach her, but his mother's voice stopped him. "Dylan, leave Madison alone. Do not try and make her feel better, is that clear?"

Dylan sighed. "Yes, Mom."

John glared at Madison, and spoke to his sister. "I have had just about enough of her stupid crying. Lazy, spoiled little brat. What does she think, that we're her servants or something?"

Kate smiled and shook her head. "I think she does. We're the peasants, and she's the princess."

Madison's eyes were still red from her crying session and she tried to cover this with sunglasses when Bob and Anna called her over to the van to go horse riding. Madison reluctantly went over, but Bob stopped her. "I think you've forgotten your shoes, Madison." The girl looked down, and realized that because people had been upsetting her so much this morning, she was still barefoot. She flounced back to the tent, put on her sandals and returned.

"I think your sneakers would be better for riding, Madison," said Anna.

Madison, still smarting from her punishment, glared at her aunt as she got into the van and closed the door. "I don't care, because I'm not riding anyway."

When they reached the horse riding center, Madison sat on a bench with a miserable expression on her face. She observed everybody arranging their horses, and watched Kate especially as her cousin bonded with the horse she was going to ride, Kate stroking the horse's mane and talking to him. Kate, courtesy of living in the country and having relatives who had a farm, was able to ride a horse from a young age and loved few things more. Kate of course had never actually owned a horse and accepted that finance would prevent this, but she loved riding whenever she got the chance.

"Poor horse, carrying Kate's fat ass around," were Madison's unkind thoughts about her cousin.

Madison, although a city girl, could have had the chance to learn to ride at the country club and was rich enough to own a horse, but had not done so. Madison had no affinity with animals. Her dislike of animals was not a phobia except for snakes and spiders, but more an indifference based on her parents prejudices. This could be interpreted in two ways. On one hand, Madison disliking animals was a bad thing, as the girl failed to learn about responsibility associated with pet care and unconditional love. On the other, perhaps it was a good thing, as Madison was so spoiled and self-absorbed that she would either neglect a pet, or spoil it as badly as she was herself. On this basis, it was probably good.

Madison's mother's dislike of animals stemmed from Carole's upbringing on a farm, and despising chores that involved looking after the animals. Madison's father grew up in a posh house in New York, filled with expensive antiques and artworks and hosting musical recitals and society teas. Pets were seen as something unpleasant and working class, and Charles and his brother and sister grew up in this stuffy, sterile environment where children were seen but not heard.

Her parents' different upbringings had an obvious effect on Madison as they raised her, and resulting in her disliking animals. She didn't like real animals, books, movies and TV shows about animals and even toy animals. One family trip the Forsyth family never made was a visit to the zoo, despite Madison growing up opposite to Central Park. She had never been inside Central Park Zoo, not once in her life. And the Bronx Zoo? The Bronx was another thing her parents considered unpleasant and therefore was never spoken of. They had never taken Madison anywhere near it.

"We'll just go out now," called Anna to her kids and niece, as she and Bob got onto their horses and prepared to set off alone.

"Have fun," said Bob, although he doubted with Madison present that this would happen

"Yes, and you too," said Kate, waving to her parents as they rode off on the horses.

Madison stood up to stretch, and Dylan's eyes lingered on the way the figure-hugging jeans showed off the shape of her bottom, and were tight around Madison's snatch. His eyes also took in her breasts and her feet, until Kate noticed the creepy way her brother was staring at their cousin and walked over.

"Keep staring at Madison like that and I'll make sure they give you a Shetland pony to ride, rather than a big person's horse," Kate said to her brother.

"You need to ride a cart horse, Kate," responded Dylan, only ceasing checking out Madison's nubile figure when the blonde teenager sat down again.

John, Kate and Dylan put on helmets and were about get onto their horses, when an Australian voice was heard. "G'day! What the bloody hell's going on here?" 

Madison looked up and sighed. Great, it was that dreadful Australian and his New Zealand sidekick. Just what she needed on this miserable day. The girl put a pouting expression on her face, and stared at the sky. Though as much as Davo annoyed her, Madison for a reason she could not explain felt a rush of excitement through her body when he appeared, and her eyes lingered on his handsome face and fit, muscular body. As was the case yesterday, Madison's clitoris tingled and her vagina dampened slightly.

"Hi guys," said Kate welcomingly, the teenager's big breasts bobbing up and down as she rushed over to greet them, especially happy to see Travis. "Are you going to ride with us today?"

"Yeah, it's a great day for it. Not too hot," said Davo. "Reckon we might get some rain later on." He indicated Travis. "Travis is perfectly fine around large farm animals like horses and cows, but I need to keep a watch out for him in case he goes over there." Davo pointed at a large field adjacent to the horse riding center, where a flock of sheep and a smaller number of goats were grazing. "If you see him heading in that direction, don't try and stop him yourself, let me know straight away so I as a trained professional can deal with it."

Everybody with the exception of Madison laughed, even Travis who shook his head. "Davo, one day somebody will think you're actually serious when you say that, and call the police."

Davo smiled and looked at Madison. "What's the matter with you, Miss Madison? Don't you like horse riding?"

"I'm not riding, it's stupid," said Madison.

"Suit yourself, sit there and feel sorry for yourself while we all have fun," said Davo off-handedly.

He and Travis went and hired their horses and helmets, and as they were being led around, Madison realized that sitting here alone would be very boring indeed. And Madison didn't want Davo to think badly of her, although the girl herself was confused as to why this was the case. 

"Wait, I want to go riding too," she said, getting to her feet.

"You would honor us with your presence, Miss Madison," said Davo, bowing down to her with a charming smile, to which the teenager glared back at him venomously.

After a short delay while a horse and helmet were arranged for Madison, everybody prepared to set off. Madison got a hair elastic from her purse, and tied her long blonde hair back into a ponytail, as Kate had done. She put on the helmet and pondered how never having ridden before and wearing such tight jeans, she was actually going to get on the large, white horse.

Davo, Travis and John got onto their horses, and Dylan, the right size for a jockey, also had no problems. Kate, whose horse was closest to Travis, put her left foot into the stirrup and swung her long right leg over onto the saddle. Her shirt rode up momentarily, the top of her flowery full-brief panties visible above the waist of her stirrup pants, her panty lines visible through the black fabric that covered her bottom as Kate got herself comfortable in the saddle. The sight of Kate's pretty white panties with their pink and purple roses caused Travis to feel a stirring in his groin, and he was glad to be sitting down. He could see the stirrups of her pants leading down into her socks and sneakers, and longed to get a glimpse of her bare feet, something that had eluded him so far.

Madison was last, and faced an almighty struggle in such tight jeans to put her right leg over and sit properly. She could feel the jeans were stretched to capacity between her legs, riding up into her crotch and pushing the cotton of her white panties deep into her vagina, and at the back between the cheeks of her bottom until she felt the fabric actually touching her anus. Hoping that she would not split them and show her panties to everyone, Madison finally managed to get into position on the saddle without disaster, although the tight denim made her feel very uncomfortable.

Davo had been covertly perving upon Madison's struggles with her jeans, and like Travis had done with Kate, found his groin responding to his observations. Dylan was far less discrete with his voyeurism, and the only thing he had managed to stop himself doing was openly chanting for Madison to split her jeans so he could see more of her panties.

The group of six rode on the trail, talking as they went. Or to be exact, five talked, while Madison sulked, so uncomfortable and resentful of country Kate riding a horse so easily. The subject turned to siblings, Madison again feeling left out as she had none. She recalled a math class where they were studying Venn diagrams, and as an exercise the teacher told the girls who had only brothers to stand on the left, girls who had only sisters to the right and girls who had both brothers and sisters to stand between them, illustrating the intersection. Madison, the only girl in this class who was an only child, was said to represent data that did not fall into either category, and excluded from the distribution.

"So, how many brothers and sisters have you got, Davo?" John asked.

"The same as you, one brother and one sister. Dazza and Kaz," said Davo. "Dazza's older, Kaz is younger."

Madison found her voice. "Dazza, Davo and Kaz? Why do you have such stupid names in Australia?" she scoffed.

"Actually our names are Darren, David and Karen White, but we just abbreviate in Australia. It's fun, like our uncle Barry, he's called Bazza, and our cousin Gary, he's Gazza," said Davo.

Madison let out an exasperated sigh. She didn't see what was funny about this as all. She looked at Davo's fine masculine figure upon the horse, and felt the tingling in her vagina again, not helped by her panties constantly rubbing between her legs. The teenager felt herself starting to get wet, her vulva moistening and a dampness in the saddle of her panties. Madison cursed silently, unable to stop herself getting turned on by the rubbing sensation of her clothes and the hard horse saddle, and hoped she would not end up with soggy panties, or worse, a wet, feminine stain on her crotch if she got really wet and it went through onto her jeans.

"How about you, Travis?" asked Kate. "Do you have any brothers and sisters?" Her green eyes took in the handsome New Zealander through her glasses, and like Madison her vagina responded with tingling sensations. However, as Kate was wearing suitable riding attire, she was able to control this, and any wetness in her private feminine area that found its way onto her panties was no worse than her everyday feminine dampness that ended up as cream-colored stains on her panty saddle as her vagina self-cleansed.

"I've got a big family," said Travis. "I have one brother, and three sisters."

"They have big families in New Zealand," cut in Davo. "In New Zealand, all the pubs and restaurants close by six thirty, the television stations stop transmitting by seven thirty, and it gets very cold in winter so there's not much to do."

"Thanks Davo," said Travis sarcastically. 

"You're welcome," Davo called back. "And to be honest, you don't have a brother and three sisters. You have one brother, two sisters and a hermaphrodite."

"Jesus, Davo, Kim is my sister," said Travis, going bright red.

"You call Kim, or 'Kum' as you pronounce it your sister because there's no word like brother or sister for hermaphrodite in the English language," laughed Davo. "It's impossible to tell if Kim's male or female unless she's wearing a dress or skirt, which is never. When they moved to Australia, the immigration people said to Travis's parents, 'Mr. and Mrs. Black, is your second eldest child male or female? We don't have hermaphrodite.' And with a unisex name..."

Travis looked at the others. "Davo's full of bull. Kim's female, but she's got, shall we say, a different lifestyle to most other women."

Kate and John picked up what this meant, and said nothing. Dylan, however, blurted out in a loud, overly-excited voice, "So your sister is a lesbian? That is so cool. Is her girlfriend hot?"

"Shut up, Dylan," hissed Kate through clenched teeth.

Travis admired the ease with which Kate rode, and to change the subject said to her, "You must really love horses, Kate. You are such a natural."

"I do love them," said Kate. "They are such beautiful animals."

"Of course Kate loves them, she's so much like them," called out Dylan. "She's the size of a horse, wears stirrup pants and ties her hair in a ponytail, eats as much as a horse and she craps like a horse too."

Kate went red. "Dylan!" she snapped.

Dylan laughed. "Kate spends so much time in the bathroom that we sometimes worry she's fallen into the toilet. When she goes to college in September, we'll save a heap on toilet paper. I just feel sorry for her friends and the other girls in her dorm when they need the bathroom and Kate's either in there or just finished in there."

"Shut up, Dylan!" said Kate, the color scarlet.

Madison laughed, but Davo looked at her and said with a laugh, "I don't know why you're laughing. After what happened to you in the girls' room yesterday, that would make you a hypocrite."

With that Madison blushed and fell silent. John said to Dylan, "Next time, we go on vacation, we'll put you in a boarding kennel where you belong."

Meeting Bob and Anna, who had rode the other way around the track helped curb Dylan's hyperactive outbursts, and when the ride was over, Madison was so glad to dismount. It was again a struggle with tight jeans, but the girl's panties were so damp that she knew she had to check them. Her legs felt weak, like she was close to orgasm. She also needed to pee. Seeing a female toilet sign, Madison rushed over and inside, closed and locked the door to one of the stalls, pulled down her jeans and panties and sat on the toilet.

A stream of yellow pee came from Madison's urethra and splashed into the toilet bowl, and she leaned forward on the seat, pulling up her panties to her knees to check them. The saddle was pretty wet, but fortunately she hadn't soaked through the double cotton. Her vulva felt pretty sticky. Madison sniffed her panties, but fortunately she didn't smell too strongly, it was just the normal, musty feminine scent of her vagina.

Madison got toilet paper and wiped the residual pee and sticky liquid from her pussy, and with a second piece of toilet paper, dabbed at her panties to dry them a bit.

Outside, Kate took off her helmet, said goodbye to the horse and went back to where Davo and Travis were waiting, feeling pins and needles in her feet due to having them in stirrups all morning. Kate sat down on a bench, took off her shoes and socks and sat barefoot, Travis's eyes widening at seeing something he had longed to see so quickly and unexpectedly - Kate's pretty bare feet.

Travis watched as the girl massaged her bare feet, her fingers working first on her toes and then her soles, travelling up under the stirrups, rubbing her feet under the stretchy material. Travis again felt the stirring feelings of his penis responding, and sat down quickly, while Kate's full bladder ensured that she felt the call of nature. 

"Could you please watch my shoes?" she called, as she walked towards the ladies room on her bare feet, where inside Madison pulled up her panties and jeans and flushed the toilet, then washed her hands. Kate was about to open the door when Madison opened it from the other direction; however rather than hold it open for her cousin, Madison allowed it to slam shut and stormed away.

Shaking her head, Kate went into the bathroom, selected the middle stall, pulled down her stirrup pants and panties, sat down on the toilet and felt the relief as a long stream of pee flowed out of her pussy and into the bowl. Kate looked down at her bare feet poking out from under the legs of her lowered stirrup pants and at her panties as she wiped her vagina, then she pulled up her panties and flushed the toilet.

Exiting after washing her hands, she went back to her group and put on her shoes and socks, thanking Davo and Travis for watching them. As the family went back to the van, Bob and Anna thought how great it was that one of the two young guys - probably Davo - had convinced their niece to ride today.

"So, did you enjoy riding, Madison?" asked Anna.

Madison's response, delivered in a flat monosyllable with a glaring expression, was direct. "No." So that was the end of that. 

Madison's miserable day got worse that evening, when she had to clean up by herself after dinner as punishment for slacking off in the morning. She hated cleaning the grease from the barbeque with her delicate hands worst of all, especially when Bob made her do it again after her first poor effort. When Madison's eyes had welled up with tears at his criticism, he was unmoved.

The day ended for Kate and Madison with them changed into their over-sized tee shirts and fresh panties - Kate's white full brief panties with blue elastic, and Madison's lemon bikini panties. The girls lay in complete silence on their stomachs in their tent reading, their legs curved up at their knees, their bare feet over their bottoms as they slowly swung their legs back and forth, the same as Madison had done earlier in the day when she was busted for slacking off by her aunt. Had anyone been able to see the girls from behind, they would have seen between their legs and up their oversized tee-shirts, and the panties that covered their vaginas and bottoms.




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 03



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: Spoiled princess Madison continues to hate her camping vacation, and makes the summer of 1994 miserable for her country relatives. It would be a whole lot worse if she knew what her cousin Dylan gets up to when left to his own devices. 

The third installment of this kinky 1990s comedy, like the first two, contains strong ribald humor and coarse language. The opinions of one character with regards to homosexuals do not reflect those of the author.

All characters engaging in sexual activity, who appear naked or semi-naked, or who are described in a sexual way are 18-years-old or older. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is unintentional and coincidental. 

Please enjoy Chapter 3, and look out for the conclusion in Chapter 4.

***

MADISON again awoke at the same time as Kate the next morning, and as was the case the day before, the girls both needed to use the toilet and take a shower. Madison and Kate collected their bags and towels, and exited the tent. As the teenagers walked barefoot up the path, they heard a loud voice behind them, "Hey Madison, want to see something cool?"

Kate and Madison turned around to see Dylan on the path, riding his BMX. "I was a BMX champion, do you want to see some great stunts?"

"No, I do not, Dylan," said Madison dismissively.

Dylan rode onto the dirt to get around his sister and cousin, and came to a halt in front them. "I'm really good at BMX, I'll show you."

"Dylan, stop showing off and go away," said Kate. She knew her brother was no BMX champion. Sure, he had done BMX and wasn't exactly bad at it, but while Kate and John had many trophies won at sport, Dylan's mainly consisted of 'tried hardest' awards. The only time he had actually got a placing was when he finished third in an event, but only because the kid who won had been disqualified due to his father making an illegal modification to his BMX. Dylan, who had finished fourth, was therefore promoted to third as the place-getters moved up, causing a huge boost to his ego.

"Just watch one stunt," said Dylan. Without waiting for a response, he raced up the path, pedaling as fast as his short legs would carry him. Dylan then began riding the BMX at great speed, weaving in and out of trees that grew either side of the path. Madison was unimpressed, but Dylan was so intent on showing off he did not notice.

After missing a large pine tree by inches, Dylan attempted a jump, but misjudged his timing. The BMX went flying in one direction, Dylan in another, landing heavily on his back. "Fuck!" yelled Dylan, writhing on the ground, very sore and sorry.

Although a self-absorbed spoiled brat, Madison was still human, and showed the normal reaction to somebody who appeared to be injured, running up the path to assist her cousin, Kate right behind her. Madison squatted down in front of him. "Are you okay, Dylan?" she asked urgently.

Dylan soon forgot the pain. Madison's knees were apart, and Dylan could see up her over-size tee-shirt to her lemon panties. He could see the outline of Madison's pussy through the fabric of her panties, an indentation in the middle of the saddle made by the entrance to her vagina. Both of her beautifully shaped legs were fully visible, from where her panties commenced down to her bare feet.

A few seconds later, Dylan found the view less pleasant, as Kate likewise squatted down beside him. Kate's legs were likewise open at the knees, her white panties with blue elastic visible and the shape of her vagina discernable through the cotton, but Dylan definitely did not want to see his sister's panties, much less the outline of her vulva. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see any more.

Bob and Anna ran over as Dylan slowly climbed back to his feet. He was embarrassed to have stacked it in front of Madison, then elated to have seen her panties, then horrified to have seen more of Kate than he ever wanted to see.

"What happened?" Bob wanted to know.

Kate stood up as she realized her brother was okay, nothing really hurt except for his pride. "Dylan was trying to do a stunt on the bike."

"Idiot," said Bob to his son. "When are you ever going to learn not to show off?"

"And why weren't you wearing a helmet?" demanded Anna.

"Helmets are for losers," said Dylan.

"Yes, and people who go around riding dangerously and showing off aren't losers?" asked his mother. She looked at her son's arm, and saw a graze. "I'm going to have to put something on that."

"Not the disinfectant?" protested Dylan.

"Yes, the disinfectant, and it will sting," Anna promised her son. Dylan pushed the bike as he began to walk back to the tents with his parents, limping slightly.

"Did you hurt your ankle?" asked Bob.

"It's nothing, just sore, I'll walk it off," said Dylan, wanting to appear tough in front of Madison.

"I think hiking is off for you today, Dylan," said Anna.

"Okay Mom, it might be best," Dylan conceded.

"Hiking?" Madison's tone contained horror at the word.

"Yes, we're going hiking Madison," said Bob. "Wear suitable walking shoes."

Bob, Anna and Dylan went back to the tents, while the two girls continued on to the female toilet and shower block. Again like yesterday, they closed and locked the toilet doors, lifted their over-size tee shirts, pulled down their panties to their ankles and sat down on the toilets. Kate read her book, stopping only to get toilet paper as she needed it, and once to lean forward on the toilet and scratch an itch on one of her bare feet.

Madison sat on the toilet in complete silence, like Kate getting toilet paper as she needed it but most of the time she just stared down at her panties and bare feet. This morning, the girls' digestive systems seemed to have synchronized, and both finished after ten minutes. When Kate scrunched up some toilet paper and applied it to her anus to wipe her bottom for the final time, Madison folded up some toilet paper to finish wiping her own bottom, as usual hating the feeling of the rough, non-absorbent tissue against her sensitive anus.

Madison and Kate got up off the toilets at the exact same moment, pulled up their panties in unison and each girl flushed the toilet she had sat on with half a second of each other. Both Madison and Kate opened the doors, exited the toilet cubicles while adjusting their panties, and washed their hands at the same time, before going into the shower block.

The girls closed the curtains to the showers they had chosen, and both took off their shirts and their panties, standing completely naked. Both Madison and Kate had to take care of certain landscaping issues required by all girls before showering, and the teenagers each retrieved shaving foam, a disposable razor and small mirror from their bags. 

Kate and Madison wet and applied shaving foam to their armpits, before scraping away the start of any hair growth. Next they turned their attention to their legs, applying the shaving foam before gliding the disposable razors up and down their skin, any hair vanishing and leaving both teenagers with smooth legs. Kate had finished, and turned on her shower, testing the water temperature with her bare feet before stepping under the water, which splashed over her naked body, running down her breasts and bare bottom, soaking her pubic hair and washing away the residual shaving foam from her long legs.

Madison applied some warm water to her pussy, put her towel on the floor and sat down with her legs wide open, so her perfectly symmetrical vagina was completely exposed. Holding the mirror in front of her vagina, Madison slowly and gently shaved the blonde hair that had started to grow around her pussy, then turned her attention to her bikini line. The girl shaved away the newly growing hair to the side and leaving her once again with a neat triangle of curly blonde pubic hair on her mound, under which showed the pristine lips of her pretty pink vagina.

Madison then turned on the shower and jumped under the water, soaping up and washing her skin from her pretty face down to her bare feet, the pubic hair she had shaved washing away when she thoroughly cleansed her vagina.

Kate and Madison dried off and dressed for the day. Kate wore a bright teal-blue tee-shirt that accentuated her enormous breasts, and brown knee-length cargo pants, colors that failed to match. Madison put on a pink tee-shirt, and a pair of knee-length, denim overalls that looked great around her bottom. She gave her cousin's cargo pants a disdainful look, feeling that they made her butt look big. However, she considered Kate such a fashion disaster that her cousin was beyond help.

Returning to the campsite, the girls sat down to breakfast, and the sulky, snobby Madison again looked down upon her cousins as they ate cereal, John, Kate and Dylan flicking their tongues in and out again in unison just like lizards. Then Kate picked up a banana, unpeeled it, and put it into her mouth without showing her teeth, working it with her tongue and taking a bite. Kate then pushed more of the banana into her mouth, repeating the process.

Madison looked away, disgusted. How could Kate not know that she ate like a lizard half the time, and that she was giving a head job the other half of the time? Madison with the greatest reluctance helped clean up after breakfast, then put on white sneakers with white socks that were suitable for hiking. When she climbed into the back of the van with Kate and John, with her aunt in the front and Bob driving, her only consolation was that Dylan was not there to stare at her.

***

Dylan waved the van goodbye, then returned to the tents. However, it was not to his tent that he returned, but to the one Madison and Kate were sharing. He unzipped it and stepped inside, his eyes searching for the pink bag, locating it on the floor. A sly smile filled the diminutive young man's face. It was here, the moment he had waited for. He picked up the bag, his mind delving back into the pleasant memories of the months since he had reached 18, and opportunities to indulge his favorite pastimes had just fallen into his lap, time after time.

For his entire life, five foot Dylan had lived in the shadow, both literally and metaphorically, of his six foot tall twin sister Kate. Kate was more intelligent (Dylan might have been able to do something about this had he studied more), better looking, better at sports and more popular. Dylan was used to jokes such as, 'Are you one of Kate's dolls that came to life?' which annoyed him greatly. He also realized that while petite girls had no problem getting dates, very short guys had next to no chance, and he had found another outlet for his sexual frustration. This outlet was voyeurism.

At the moment, Dylan was on what gamblers termed a lucky streak. No matter when and where he was, an opportunity to up-skirt girls, perve at and even handle and smell their panties seemed to come up. One such time was at a school camp back in March. It had not started well. Kate was having her period and in one of her monthly moods, there were no bathrooms and the weather was wet and cold. However, the presence of a certain blonde named Jessica Adams made the four day wilderness camp worthwhile. 

Was Jessica, a tall, slim, beautiful girl with long blonde hair and shapely breasts, buttocks and legs the most popular girl in school? Was she a cheerleader, the homecoming queen and the prom queen? The answers were yes, yes, yes and yes. However, Jessica achieved all this in the class of 1984 rather than the class of 1994. A decade out of high school, and Jessica was now a gym teacher, and Dylan could scarcely keep his eyes off her, although he was hardly the only guy in school who checked her out when she walked by.

Dylan loved looking at Jessica when she wore her standard sports shirt and short pleated skirt. He loved looking at her in her leotard as she taught aerobics. She even looked stunning in sweat pants. Even better was when she was supervising a swimming class, her fit, toned body and breasts encased in a one piece swimming costume, her feet bare. Once Dylan saw the hot teacher squat down at the pool's edge to give advice to a student, and her wet bathing costume showed the shape of her vagina through the fabric between her legs.

At the wilderness camp, Jessica Adams was one of the supervising teachers, and Dylan had been idly walking around between some trees on the wet, cold Saturday afternoon, when Jessica emerged from her tent with an umbrella in one hand, and a roll of toilet paper in the other. Dylan watched Jessica as she collected a spade, then made her way to the woods. Dylan fantasized for a moment about her squatting down in the woods with her jeans and panties around her ankles, then realized he was alone, and Miss Adams' tent was just a few feet away.

Stealing his chance, Dylan snuck into the tent, and a search of less than 30 seconds revealed what he had been looking for; the panties Jessica had been wearing yesterday. Dylan held the light blue, cotton bikini briefs in his hand, examining every part. The front panel that covered her pubes. The elastic that held the panties in place around her tummy and her legs. The back that covered her bottom, and could ride up between her cheeks and touch her anus. And best of all, the double cotton saddle, with a few light cream stains from her vagina. Dylan sniffed the stains, filling his nostrils with Jessica's feminine smell, then found towards the front of her underwear found evidence she was a natural blonde; a single, curly blonde pubic hair just near where her pussy would have rested against the panty fabric.

Aware that time was a factor and given he did not want to get caught, Dylan sniffed the hot young teacher's panties for a minute or so, then returned them and snuck out of the tent. Nobody was in the area, so Dylan casually walked back through the rain to where the other students were. He saw Jessica returning from the woods, Dylan thinking that the panties the teacher was wearing now would smell just the same when she took them off tonight.

Madison would have received little comfort had she known this, but she was not the only relative that Dylan indulged in voyeurism with. There was also his hot young aunt, Kirsty, and his pretty 18-year-old cousin Holly.

Kirsty was the youngest of his mother's six siblings, a very slim, attractive woman aged 34 with long brown hair and glasses. Academically she was brilliant, with a lucrative job in Philadelphia as an agricultural scientist. However, she was highly strung, easily flustered, forgetful, disorganized and perpetually running late. His mother said Kirsty had a typical scientific mind. His father less kindly said Kirsty was a scatterbrain; all book learning and no common sense.

She had stayed with the family for a week in April while attending a seminar in the region, much to Dylan's pleasure. Kirsty would wear short skirts that enabled Dylan plenty of chances to perve at her panties, and tight jeans to accentuate her bottom. Just as good, she would walk around barefoot, Dylan loving the sight of his aunt's beautiful bare feet, thinking how lucky Kirsty's boyfriend was that he could fondle her soles and pretty toes any time he pleased. 

One morning during this week, Dylan awoke to see his very flustered Aunt Kirsty rush out of her bedroom, barefoot and wearing long pajamas, her clothes and shoes under her arm as she cursed herself for over-sleeping. Dylan heard Kirsty pay a hasty visit to the toilet, frantically unwinding toilet paper to finish, before flushing and jumping under the shower. Dylan listened to the water running, thinking about his hot aunt's naked body under the shower, her pubic hair covered in soap, water running between the cheeks of her bare bottom and off her tits. The shower shut off, and after a few minutes, Dylan saw Kirsty burst out of the bathroom, wearing a business blouse and skirt, trying to adjust her pantyhose and put on her jacket. Rushing downstairs and hastily applying make-up and perfume and tying back her hair, Kirsty had then jumped into her car and driven off at speed.

Going into the bathroom, Dylan had noticed that his aunt in her haste had dropped her wet bath towel on the floor. Her pajamas remained on the bench next to the shower, and on the floor next to them were her panties. Dylan locked the door, and on the pretense of brushing his teeth, had picked up the soft, white cotton bikini briefs and raised them to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he took in every molecule of Kirsty's feminine smell from the damp stains on the saddle of her pants. Evidently something had excited his aunt for her to get her panties so damp, and now she in turn was exciting him.

The same evening, Dylan took a chance and snuck into Kirsty's bedroom, took the pantyhose she had been wearing during the day and sniffed the garment's oval-shaped, cotton crotch that spent the day covering her vagina, getting harder and harder as he sniffed the wonderful scent of her pussy. Dylan wished she could live with them permanently, but reality prevailed, and Kirsty returned to Philadelphia. 

Dylan's cousin, 18-year-old Holly, the daughter of one of his mother's brothers, was a pretty brunette who frequently wore her long hair in loose pigtails, or tied back in a pony-tail with a scrunchie. A cheerleader at school, she had the same large breasts that seemed to run in the family, and a shapely bottom and legs, with which she often accentuated with short skirts. At home, Holly would get overly excited, gushing and speaking at a thousand miles per hour when talking on the phone to her boyfriend, and would unconsciously allow her legs to drift open to show her panties. Dylan was delighted when he happened to be at his aunt and uncle's house, and Holly was on the phone to her boyfriend. Other times, he would discretely position himself so he could watch her walk upstairs in one of her short skirts. On one occasion Holly had been wearing stockings, as opposed to pantyhose, and Dylan got a great view of the soft skin between where her stockings ended and her white panties began.

Another thing Dylan enjoyed about Holly was watching her eating various food items, such as bananas, carrots, ice-creams and hot dogs, as she moved her mouth like she was giving a head job. With Dylan obviously being Kate's brother, he was too close and therefore unable to see that his sister did the same thing, and that he, Kate, John, Holly and Holly's younger brother and sister all had the same lizard-like tongue flicking when they ate.

In May, there had been a party at Holly's parents' house to celebrate the milestone birthday of an elderly relative, and Holly had been looking fine in a pink dress that came down to her knees. The party was downstairs and outside, and seeing that upstairs was unattended, Dylan had taken his chance and snuck up the stairs, with the intended destination Holly's bedroom.

Inside, he quickly found Holly's laundry hamper and opened it searching for her panties, Dylan soon finding two pairs of cotton bikini panties towards the top; one white and one light green. Taking them out, he examined and sniffed the saddles, but there was no scent at all, it was as almost as though they were clean. How disappointing. Dylan dug deeper into the hamper and retrieved three more pairs, another pure white, another white with purple flowers and the final pair pink. These had some creamy colored stains on the crotch, and Dylan eagerly sniffed the double cotton, allowing Holly's female smell to enter his nostrils, but puzzling why Holly's more recent panties did not smell the same.

So absorbed was Dylan in his voyeurism, that he failed to notice footsteps on the stairs until they reached the landing. Responding at almost the speed of sound, Dylan hastily threw Holly's panties back in the hamper and for once grateful for his small stature, hid under Holly's bed.




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 03



The new arrival was Holly herself, Dylan seeing her feet in open white shoes on the carpet just inches from his face. Holly went and stood near the window, massaging her breasts through her dress, Dylan wondering what was going to happen next. Disappointingly for him, he saw Holly wince and massage her stomach, then her back.

For a moment, Dylan thought she was ill and was going to go to bed and panic rose in his stomach, until he saw Holly walk over to and open her bedside drawer, reach inside, and pull out a sanitary pad and a white sanitary disposal bag. Holly took the bag and the white, rectangular feminine object into the bathroom across the hallway, and closed and locked the door.

Suddenly, it all made sense to Dylan as to why some of Holly's panties smelled of her pussy and others didn't. If she had her period and was wearing napkins, it would also absorb the day-to-day dampness from her vagina as well. Dylan waited under his cousin's bed as she used the toilet. In the quiet upstairs, he was able to hear her peeing. Then, as Holly continued to sit on the toilet for the next seven minutes to have a poo, and attend to her feminine hygiene needs, the sound of his cousin unwinding toilet paper intermittently was also audible.

Dylan was getting a stiff neck from hiding under the bed so long, and was relieved when Holly finally flushed the toilet, and washed her hands. The bathroom door opened and Holly emerged, Dylan seeing her reach under her dress for a second to adjust her new pad and her panties, before going back downstairs.

Getting out from under his cousin's bed, Dylan gave Holly's panties a final sniff, and made sure to mix them back in with all her other clothes so it would not rouse her suspicions if she opened the hamper and saw all her panties on top. Then he made his way back downstairs, priding himself on avoiding detection. 

Cousin Holly and Aunt Kirsty may have given Dylan considerable thrills from voyeurism, but it was his sister's five friends; Sonia, Penny, Katrina, Bridget and Andrea, who provided the bulk of his voyeuristic activities, and there had been no end of opportunity for this in recent months.

With high school coming to an end, the girls had been nostalgic and had had a number of sleepovers, one of which was at his place. Although envious of Kate for being allowed to have friends sleep over while his two friends were not permitted due to his parents saying they were bad influences, he was not about to say anything about it. A sleepover meant a group of pretty 18-year-old girls staying in the house on Friday night, and to Dylan's delight, Cousin Holly came along too.

Dylan was used to seeing the girls at school and them visiting the house to either socialize or study with Kate, but with them all barefoot in their nightwear, it was like a dream come through for Dylan. There was Sonia, the African-American girl and Andrea, the blonde Polish girl wearing oversized tee-shirts over their panties. Kate also wore an oversize tee-shirts over panties, but she was obviously not on Dylan's radar. Then there was cute petite Asian girl Penny wearing her pretty short pajamas, while red-haired Bridget wore long pajamas. Pretty Italian-American Katrina and Holly rounded off the group wearing nightdresses. 

Hoping to overhear something hot when the girls were talking in Kate's bedroom, Dylan had snuck into John's bedroom (he was out for the night) that was next to Kate's and listened through the wall with a wineglass. The result didn't really go as well as he had hoped, with the girls all talking about their periods at this particular time, but at least it involved vaginas and panties.

In the morning, the girls lined up for the shower, and when Dylan heard each girl showering with the obvious exception of Kate, he lay in his bedroom that faced the bathroom fantasizing about what they looked like naked under the water.

He imagined Sonia's beautiful, smooth black skin covered in water, droplets falling off her tits, her dark bush and bare bottom soaking wet. Dylan had always been fascinated by Sonia's hands and feet, with her regular dark skin on top, but pink on her palms and soles. Dylan and his two friends were avid consumers of pornographic magazines, and Dylan had a particular love of the African-American models, marveling how their dark pussies and anuses would open to show a bright pink interior. Dylan often pondered if Sonia likewise had a bright pink vaginal interior and a pink anus. His fantasies were quite accurate; the interior of Sonia's vagina and anus were indeed bright pink and contrasted with her dark skin and black pubic hair, but of course Dylan was never going to see this for real.

With Sonia finished, Dylan then imagined petite Penny taking off her cute pajamas and panties to reveal her small breasts, her black pubic hair and her bare bottom; then removing her glasses, and stepping under the shower in her bare feet. He imagined Penny dropping the soap and bending over to pick it up, her legs and her buttocks parted to show off her vagina and anus. Dylan also enjoyed fantasizing about Katrina when she took her turn at showering, soap over the swarthy skin of her neat little figure and firm breasts, her pubes, pussy and the skin between the cheeks of her bottom, including her tight little anus. He repeated the same fantasy over with Holly when she jumped under the shower, imagining Holly using a washcloth to clean her vagina, then moving it to the back to wash her anus.

Dylan's fantasies about Andrea and Bridget were mostly about their pubic hair. Again from reading pornographic magazines, Dylan loved how blonde models had blonde pubic hair, and red-haired models had red hair between their legs. As Andrea and Bridget took their respective showers, Dylan thought about Andrea's blonde pubic hair, her vagina and her anus getting nice and wet. When it was Bridget's turn, he thought of her giving the red hair of her pussy a thorough wash, before allowing the water to cleanse the interior of her vagina and run between the cheeks of her bottom to her anus.

The following morning, the girls all went out together, and with John still away and Bob and Anna going out, Dylan was alone. In his sister's bedroom were the used panties of her five pretty friends and their hot cousin. Dylan was in Kate's bedroom as soon as his parents' car vanished around the car.

Dylan had taken opportunities to look at Kate's friends' panties plenty of times, but had never had a chance like this before. Andrea, being a hot blonde cheerleader was his favorite, and living next door, this provided more opportunities than with the others. The girl would frequently practice her cheerleading moves in the yard, Dylan watching from behind a gap in the curtains as the teenager's pleated skirt repeatedly flew up to show her panties and her breasts wobbled up and down. 

Andrea's mother, Mrs. K – being Polish their surname was long and difficult to pronounce – was fanatical about the washing, using one section of line for her own clothes, another for Mr. K, another for Andrea's younger brother and a final one for Andrea. Dylan loved laundry day, as he could observe Mrs. K hang her daughter's panties and bras out in a row, and watch them drying in the breeze, thinking about the panties that covered Andrea's bottom and vagina, and the bras that covered her breasts.

Dylan, however, exercised a great deal of caution around Andrea. Her father, younger brother and her college football playing boyfriend were all very big guys, and one of them would make short work of a runt like Dylan, let alone all three if they caught him perving on Andrea. 

Alone in Kate's bedroom, Dylan extricated the girls' worn panties from their overnight bags. Sonia and Bridget both had full brief panties, Sonia's white with yellow flowers and Bridget's light blue. Penny, Andrea, Katrina and Holly all wore had bikini style panties, in the respective colors pink, white, white with lilac polka dots and lemon. He sniffed the cotton of each pair of panties long and deep, imagining the saddles resting on the girls' vaginas, and the fabric at the back covering their bare bottoms, going between their cheeks from time to time to touch their anal areas. To his added delight, he found a stray pubic hair on each of Andrea and Bridget's panties, proving that the girls were naturally a blonde and a redhead respectively. And to top things off, one of Katrina's black pubic hairs could be found on the front panel of her panties, giving Dylan a perfect set – blonde, brunette and redhead.

When another sleepover with the same girls happened a month later, it was this time at Andrea's place, on a weekend when Mr. K and Andrea's brother had gone away fishing with friends. Dylan knew that he had no chance of repeating his success with their panties like before, but by going over to ask Kate for assistance with his math homework, he would not only get to perve on Holly and Kate's friends while they were barefoot in their nightwear, but he would get to annoy Kate as well, and have the work he should have done himself completed by his sister.

Dylan was right. Kate was very annoyed when Dylan showed up, and keen to get rid of him, did the homework for him. The girls as he predicted were all in their nightwear and all had bare feet. A button on the front of Bridget's pajamas had come undone, and Dylan got a glimpse of the fair skin of the beautiful redhead's right breast. When Mrs. K saw Dylan and asked if he would like a slice of cake in the kitchen, he politely accepted and grinned at his sister, knowing that outstaying his already very thin welcome would piss Kate off even more.

Kate's friends all seemed to have the same habit as she did of spending a great deal of time in the bathroom when they went to the toilet, and using vast amounts of toilet paper per visit. Andrea was a good example. In English a few months earlier, the pretty blonde teenager had asked the teacher for a bathroom pass, and not returned from the girls' room for over 20 minutes. Lucky Andrea, missing out on the boring discussion on the boring book courtesy of sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles were Dylan's thoughts. Maybe the book had bored the shit out of Andrea – literally. 

On Easter Sunday, Katrina and Bridget spent just as long in the ladies' room during church services, both rushing for the toilet as though they had diarrhea emergencies. Dylan could understand that the boring sermon might have given both girls the shits, but surely not that badly! 

However, the girls' lengthy toilet sessions had given him chances to indulge his love of panty voyeurism with them. One such example was a weekend a couple of months ago, when his parents and brother were away for the weekend leaving Kate and Dylan alone, and unfortunately, rewarded Dylan for his slackness. Asked to clean the bathroom, Dylan failed to put a spare toilet roll under the toilet doll's dress, instead fluffing it out to look like there was, and left the bathroom with a very limited supply of toilet paper. 

Sonia had come to the house to study with Kate on the Saturday afternoon, and when the weather turned nasty for the evening, decided to sleep over that night. The supply of toilet paper dwindled when Kate went to the bathroom before bed, and thinking that there was a spare toilet roll under the doll, she did not get any more.

Early in the morning, Dylan was awoken by the rain and through his partially open door, saw Sonia emerge from Kate's bedroom, wearing an oversized tee-shirt, her long legs and feet bare. He saw her go into the bathroom and shut the door. He heard Sonia urinating over the sound of the rain outside, then further splashing sounds as Sonia emptied her bowels. He heard Sonia unwinding toilet paper twice, then her frantic call to Kate to help her.

Kate emerged from the bedroom, stood at the bathroom door while Sonia explained there was no toilet paper, before Kate retrieved two toilet rolls from a hall closet, unlocking and opening the bathroom door. Dylan's eyes went wide and his cock hard as he caught sight of Sonia sitting on the toilet. The beautiful African-American girl, her long hair loose and flowing down to her shoulders, had her tee-shirt up around her waist, and her white full-brief panties with blue flowers, down around her ankles. Sonia's knees were locked together preventing any view of her pubic hair and pussy, and she was resting her ankles on the floor, the pink soles of her bare feet visible to Dylan.

Sonia thanked Kate as she handed her more toilet paper, and her rescue mission complete, Kate headed out of the bathroom, closing and locking the door to leave Sonia in privacy. "Phew," Kate had said quietly, as she waved her hand under her nose while she returned to her room. 

Sonia remained in the bathroom for the next 10 minutes, Dylan hearing her unwinding toilet paper time and time again as she continued to poo. Keeping as quiet as possible, Dylan masturbated frantically over the sight of beautiful, barefoot Sonia's panties around her ankles while she was sitting on the toilet.

Dylan came and Sonia finished on the toilet at the exact same moment. After hearing Sonia flush the toilet and wash her hands Dylan saw her emerge from the bathroom, and the girl stopped short, uncomfortable between her legs thanks to a wedgie. Dylan saw her lift her tee-shirt, exposing her white floral panties, then reach behind her to pull her underwear out of the cheeks of her bottom, Dylan getting a great view of the smooth, black skin of the teenager's right buttock as she adjusted her panties.

Needing to pee courtesy of jerking off so hard, Dylan went into the bathroom and closed the door. Dylan lifted the toilet seat, feeling how warm it was from Sonia's bare bottom having been sitting on it for so long. He again felt himself start to get hard, even as he was peeing. Sonia's toilet smell that lingered threatened to spoil the allusion, but he put it out of his mind.

Then a week later, Dylan was in his bedroom slacking off and over-indulging in cola, while Kate and her five friends were in her bedroom studying. The cola made him need to pee, but as he was about to get off his bed he saw Penny, wearing a tee-shirt, short loose skirt and sandals, walk down the hallway and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. With his mother washing her hair in the other bathroom, Dylan had no choice but to wait outside the bathroom occupied by Penny as she sat on the toilet having a poo, Dylan hearing her unwinding toilet paper from time to time.

Finally, after ten long minutes, he heard Penny flush the toilet and wash her hands, before the door opened and she emerged, adjusting her glasses. Before he went in Dylan took a quick glance at the pretty Asian girl as she walked back to Kate's room, expecting a good view of the teenager's neat little bottom covered in a short skirt, but his eyes widened as he saw something far better.

Penny's skirt was caught up at the back, the hem trapped in the waist of her panty elastic when she pulled them up after finishing on the toilet. A pair of white panties with multi-colored stars covered Penny's bottom, and the view of her legs was unimpeded as she walked down the hallway.

Dylan went into the bathroom, getting hard from the unexpected view of Penny's panties, which made it quite difficult to pee, despite his bursting bladder. It was even hotter when he heard the giggling from Kate's room, everybody laughing at Penny getting her skirt caught up in her panties, the girl herself laughing and exclaiming about how she could not believe she had done that. Like with Sonia, Penny's toilet smell threatened to spoil things, but Dylan ignored it as best he could.

Then just two weeks ago, there had been an agricultural fair in town. Kate, along with her five friends and Holly were all there, and as it was a hot day, all wore either skirts or shorts. Dylan wasn't anticipating any chances at voyeurism this day aside for perhaps observing some young women who discovered short skirts, panties, carnival rides and dignity do not go together. Dylan thought nothing of it when the seven girls went into a portable toilet block. That was until about 30-seconds later when another lady emerged, just as her friend was walking in, and the two women stood talking, holding open the external door to the female toilets.

Dylan's eyes went wide as he glanced into the portable ladies' room, and behind a row of seven closed, locked doors he saw the feet of each girl under the doors and partitions, some with shorts and panties down around the ankles, those wearing skirts panties only. He had to edit the image of Kate from his mind, but seeing Sonia, Penny, Katrina, Bridget, Andrea and Holly's feet and lowered panties as they sat on the toilet was an amazing stroke of luck. Dylan had to sit down to avoid embarrassment.

With Kate, Holly and friends on their way to college in September, Dylan lamented that he would not see them as much, and wished he was going to college in Philadelphia too so he could perve on them, Kate obviously excluded, and hundreds more hotties on the university campus. Dylan could have gone to college had he studied as hard as Kate, but instead had wasted time goofing off with his slacker friends, so was not.

Dylan reminded himself after his mind's eye review of his voyeuristic exploits over the past few months to concentrate on what would now be his greatest achievement, getting his hands on Madison's panties. That Madison lived some distance away, that he seldom saw her and that she was rich and a complete spoiled brat, made her seem so much hotter.

His hands trembling, Dylan reached into the bag and immediately saw white female underwear, the pink waistband of a second pair of panties below them. Picking up both pairs, Dylan took the white panties first, and held them out, imagining the front panel covering Madison's mound and pubic hair, the saddle her vagina and the back her buttocks, with occasional trips between her cheeks to touch her anus.

Feeling the soft cotton, Dylan turned his attention to the saddle. Seeing Madison's cream-colored, feminine stains on the cotton, Dylan reached out and touched them, imagining what the source of the stains – Madison's vagina – looked like.

Dylan raised the white panties to his nose. Madison's feminine smell was even better than he could have imagined; soft, delicate, musty and inviting. He sniffed deeper, getting harder and harder at the wonderful smell of pussy on Madison's panties.

Putting down the white panties, Dylan picked up the second pair, the ones Madison must have been wearing on the first day. Dylan could have sworn they were pink, but he must have gotten confused. These were white with pink elastic and pink and purple flowers. He put the saddle of these panties to his nose too, absorbing the scent of his cousin's cunt. Dylan was a little surprised that Madison wore full brief panties, but he sure was not complaining, especially when his eyes picked up something very interesting at the front of the crotch.

In one of the sticky stains, was a pubic hair that had come loose from Madison's pussy. Dylan picked up the black, curly hair and admired it, imagining what Madison's actual bush looked like.

BLACK PUBIC HAIR!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Dylan stopped short, suddenly short of breath. Madison had always had blonde hair, and if she was like Andrea, his hot teacher Jess Adams and the blondes in his collection of porno magazines, her pubic hair should be blonde too. A feeling of worry swept over him. While perving on Madison's panty lines the other day, he was sure they were bikini panties, not full brief panties. And on closer inspection, these panties were too big for Madison, but just right for somebody else. 

Frantic, and horrified that his ultimate sexual fantasy was turning into his worst nightmare, Dylan opened the bag again. He found a bra – E. Cup - and a green tee-shirt that was only too familiar to him.




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 03



Dylan threw the panties to one side, feeling sick and hyperventilating as he realized what he had done. He had smelled his sister's panties, and got hard while doing it. The female smell on these panties were caused by Kate's cunt, not Madison's cunt, and the cotton underwear would have spent the day covering his twin sister Kate's pubic hair, vagina and big ass. Like Oedipus, Dylan ground at his eyes with his hands as if trying to blind himself, and crawled across the tent's canvas floor, opening the flap to gag.

After recovering his composure slightly, Dylan set out to find what had gone wrong, as he had definitely seen Madison's clothes in this bag the other night. Finding a second pink bag, identical to the first and containing a pink C-cup bra amongst other clothes, saw Dylan realize that he had been brought undone by a pure coincidence, that of Kate and Madison using identical bags for their dirty clothes.

Having endured such a traumatic experience by mistakenly sniffing the scent of his sister's snatch on her panties, it would seem a reasonable conclusion that Dylan would have learned a lesson about respecting other people's privacy, and stopped his voyeurism, at least for a while. Unfortunately, the perverted little pest had no such learning experience. He immediately took Madison's pink panties and her white panties from the bag, and picked up where he had left off.

Dylan felt the soft cotton of Madison's panties, running his fingers over them where they would have touched her pubic hair, vagina, buttocks and anus. Sniffing the creamy stains on the saddles and noticing that Madison had gotten really wet yesterday when wearing the white panties, Dylan inhaled his cousin's pussy smell deeply, rock hard again. Madison's vagina smelled perfect, absolutely perfect; a delicate, musty feminine scent that would surely attract any guy, even a gay, to her snatch. Sniffing the pink panties again, Dylan left them one side his nose and the white ones on the other, as he lay back on the mattress and began to jerk off.

***

Madison was at the forefront of John's mind too, but unlike his brother who at this stage was busy jacking off over the smell of her vagina that lingered on her panties, John's thoughts were anything but pleasant about his cousin.

The hike had been a disaster. Madison had done nothing but complain, whine and sulk the whole time. The demanding diva had insisted on numerous stops on the trail, despite the fact that she was obviously quite fit, and had performed well in gymnastics at school.

Other families and groups had passed by giving them looks. For Bob and Anna, it was embarrassing that these people thought that Madison was their own daughter, and that they had spoiled her so badly that she would behave like this. Bob seemed close to a heart attack, his face red with rage, while a fuming Anna again fantasized about administering corporal punishment to her brat of a niece.

Kate, trying to keep out of it as much as she could, saw her older brother go rigid as Madison stopped less than five minutes after their last break, demanding that everybody wait for her as she needed to rest again. 

"No, you don't need to stop, Madison," John had said tersely. "Keep going."

Madison glared at him. "Don't tell me what to do. I'm tired, okay? You people have to give me a proper vacation where I have fun, not torture me with this stupid shit."

John turned around, the tone in his voice rising. "Shut up, Madison, just shut up, okay?"

Madison stomped her foot. "Don't you raise your voice at me."

"Raise my voice?" asked John, before bellowing, "This, Madison is raising my voice!"

"Okay John, you need to keep cool," said Anna.

"Yeah, listen to your mother," advised Madison, who sat down on a log.

"What did you just say, Madison?" demanded Bob.

John was getting angrier and angrier. "You are nothing but a selfish, spoiled little brat Madison. You always were, and you still are. You never think about anybody but yourself."

"Don't call me a spoiled brat," spat Madison. "It's not my fault my parents are rich and treat me like I deserve. You, John are a stupid loser who will never leave the boring hick town where he was born."

Trembling with rage, John grabbed a pine cone and threw it as hard as he could against a tree.

"I'll be talking to you about this later," Bob warned his niece, who glared at her uncle in response, before he went to stand with his wife, who was trying to calm their son down.

"I cannot take any more of her," John was saying, while pacing up and down. "She has ruined everything so far. Either put Princess Madison on the bus back to New York, or I get on the bus and go back home. She goes, or I go."

"Son, we don't like this any more than you do," said Bob. "We're not letting her get away with acting like a princess, but it seems like it's going to be a long haul."

"Why don't we walk ahead while you take deep breaths and try and calm down?" suggested Anna. "That way, you don't need to worry about what Madison says or does?"

John nodded, but glared at Madison, who sat preening herself on the log, only prepared to resume hiking when she was ready.

"Get up, Madison, it's time to go," said Bob.

"I'll get up when I'm ready," Madison retorted. 

"Madison, now!" shouted Bob.

"Daddy wouldn't like you shouting at me like that," Madison pointed out to her uncle. "I'm not going anywhere now." She folded her arms and sat rigid.

"Don't be so stupid, Madison," Bob ordered, while Kate backed away, not wanting to be here with this dysfunction. Then came two familiar male voices, one Australian and the other New Zealand, from the trail behind her. Davo and Travis had no idea that the family was also planning to hike today, and were quite surprised to see them.

"G'day Kate, how's it going?" asked Davo.

Kate indicated the scene, where her father was still trying to order Madison to stand up and walk. "It's not going well at all."

"So I see," said Travis, embarrassed himself at the scene, and feeling for the nice-natured Kate.

"Aren't Princess Madison's servants doing exactly what she wants?" asked Davo.

Kate smiled. "Something like that. If I were you, I'd just walk by as fast as you can. Dad and I might be here until midnight, the way this is going."

"You're probably right," said Travis. "Let's get out of here Davo. I'll see you later, Kate."

"Yes, see you later," said Kate.

"I'll just say hi to your Dad," said Davo, going across to Bob. "G'day Mr. Wilson, how's it going?"

"You don't have any advice on how to get this one up and walking?" asked Bob, indicating Madison.

"Hi Madison!" yelled Davo, giving her a big wave, which she ignored. He turned back to Bob. "As a matter of fact, I do. I used to assist on hiking tours through the Dandenong Mountains just out of Melbourne when I was in high school, and I know just what will work."

"If you can do something, then please help," said Bob, trying to relieve his stress.

"Leave it to me, Sir," said Davo. He turned to Madison. "So Madison, we're about halfway on the trail, and I take it you don't want to be here?"

"Are all Australians as smart as you?" snapped Madison.

"No, I'm a genius," said Davo. "But you don't need to be a genius to work out that if you want to get off a hiking trail, the only way to do it is to walk to the end. Now, up on your feet."

Disbelieving even as she did it, Madison got to her feet and stood up. "What do you dislike about hiking, Madison?" Davo wanted to know.

"It's so hard," she protested.

"What we need to do is distract you," said Davo. "We start slowly, and I'll take your mind off it."

Madison started to walk, and Davo asked, "Madison, what is two plus two?"

"What?" snapped Madison.

"It's a simple question, what is two plus two?"

Madison sighed. "Four."

"Good, now what is four squared?"

"Sixteen."

"Excellent, now what is sixteen times six?"

Madison thought for a few seconds. "Ninety six."

"Now name all the factors of the number ninety six."

Madison started to list them. "One, two, three, four, six...."

"Very good," said Davo when Madison had finished. "Ninety six has a lot of factors. At the other end of the scale, can you list all the prime numbers between one and a hundred?"

"Two, three, five, seven ..." began Madison.

Bob hurried ahead to walk with his wife and son, while Kate and Travis brought up the rear, amazed at how with simple mathematics, Davo had distracted Madison enough to get her to walk without complaining or demanding to stop.

"So if you don't mind my asking, where is Dylan today?" asked Travis.

Kate laughed. "The idiot injured himself showing off on his BMX this morning so he couldn't come. I don't know what he's doing at the moment, but at least he's not here making a nuisance of himself. I'm sorry again about what he said about your sister."

Travis laughed. "There's no need to apologize, it doesn't bother me. Davo makes jokes about it all the time."

"Yes, but with Davo, he somehow manages to be funny," said Kate. "Dylan is just annoying."

"Davo is a natural comedian," agreed Travis.

"And a great motivator of spoiled brats," said Kate, hearing Davo ask Madison what three times twenty three was, and the girl giving the answer sixty nine. 

The hike continued this way for another half hour or so, with Davo asking Madison continual math questions, and Travis and Kate enjoying polite, pleasurable conversation. Bob, Anna and John had drawn further away in front, and now Kate felt her bladder getting full.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said to Travis. "I really need to pee."

Travis also felt the call of nature from his own bladder. "Yeah, me too."

"I've gotta chuck a piss too," called out Davo.

Standing by, also feeling her full bladder, Madison spoke up nervously. "I need to pee as well. What do I do?"

Davo indicated the trees to the left side of the trail. "This is the boys' room." He indicated the trees to the right. "This is the girls' room."

"You mean, we have to do it in the woods?" asked Madison.

"Well, unless somebody has a magic wand and we can conjure a toilet up," said Davo.

Kate took some tissues out of one of the pockets of her cargo pants, handing two to Madison, and retaining the other two for herself. "You'll be fine, Madison," she assured her cousin.

"It's much easier for us," said Davo. "We just stand against a tree and pee, but you girls need to squat."

"Yeah, tell me about it," said Kate, as she and Madison went to the right side, and Davo and Travis to the left. Going behind a tree, Kate unbuttoned her cargo pants and pulled them down, followed by her panties. Her bare bottom exposed, Kate squatted down with her legs open, her hairy pussy completely exposed as she began to pee, her yellow stream flowing out of her urethra and soaking into the ground.

Madison was a little more nervous about squatting behind her tree, but finally got the nerve up to unfasten the straps of her short overalls. Allowing them to fall away, Madison pulled them down altogether, and then her panties. Feeling very self-conscious about being in the open air with her panties down and her pussy and bare bottom exposed, she squatted, and like Kate began to urinate, but as she was peeing, she heard the voice of Davo.

"Watch out for the Jersey Devil, girls!" he boomed, followed by his evil, pantomime like laughter.

Kate, whose pee stream had now finished and was wiping her wet vagina with a tissue, called out, "Davo, what the hell? That sounds really evil."

"That wasn't me; that was the Jersey Devil!" Davo called back, again making his raucous laughter.

Madison was also left with a very wet vagina around her urethra after peeing, and likewise dried her pussy with a tissue. Kate stood up first, pulling up her panties and then her cargo pants, and adjusting them. Madison also got to her feet, pulled up her panties and then her overalls, before fastening the straps over her shoulders. She couldn't believe she had just urinated in the woods like that, and was sure her parents would never approve, especially Daddy. 

The girls returned to where Travis and Davo were waiting for them. "How do you laugh like that?" asked Kate.

Davo grinned. "It's my party trick."

"You'll injure your throat one day," said Travis, "or get arrested."

Davo shrugged. "You just need to know what you're doing. And I do." He again laughed like an evil pantomime villain, before they set off, Davo once more motivating Madison by firing math questions at her, and Travis and Kate enjoying talking.

***

One person nearby who was not enjoying himself was the Christian man, who was making haste back down the trail, his heart pounding, the adrenaline racing through every cell of his 60-year-old body. Normally he and his wife enjoyed hiking together, but with her recently having a leg operation, she had had to stay at the campsite.

The man had gone off the trail to look at the plants and flowers, when a tall, dark-haired girl in her late teens with the most enormous, immoral breasts had appeared in his line of sight (it did not occur to the man that the girl's breasts were natural, and there was nothing she could do about them). To his horror, the girl had unbuttoned her cargo pants, pulled them and the panties she was wearing down, the man horrified to see the plump cheeks of her bare bottom, and far worse her hairy pubic area when she turned around and squatted.

Hurrying away in horror, the man had then seen a second teenage girl, this one blonde, pull down her overalls and panties. His body trembling with pious indignation, the man saw the blonde's bare bottom, and then her blonde pubic hair as she turned and squatted like the first girl.

The wowser pondered how two young ladies could behave with such a lack of morals completely defying the Lord's will, when he received the answer. The same evil laughter he had heard in the men's room could be heard through the forest. The homosexuals were nearby, and it was clear that they were corrupting these young women into such terrible behavior with their evil, unnatural lifestyle that He condemned thousands of years ago. 

The laughter came again, and the man ran as fast as he could. He had no idea how many homosexuals were around, where in the woods they were and what they had planned. Whatever it was, it was openly in defiance of God's laws. The man had visions of the homosexuals chasing him, capturing and kidnapping him, then taking him away to their lair, where they would indoctrinate him into becoming a homosexual too.

Reciting the Lord's Prayer under his breath, casting glances up into the trees in case a homosexual should jump down and pounce, the man ran until he was breathless, his blood pressure and heart rate at dangerous levels, but he hoped he had escaped the homosexuals and their evil plans.

Walking and trying to recapture his breath, the man lamented how a simple campground had become a hotbed of moral decline. The year before, his adult kids had bought him and his wife a vacation to Branson, Missouri as an anniversary gift, and both had been horrified at the commercialization in a place in the middle of the Bible belt. Now it seemed that there was no escape from sin, even here.

***

Bob, Anna and John were already back in the car park when Kate, Madison, Davo and Travis completed the trail. Bob looked evenly at Madison. "Well Madison, do you have anything you wish to say about what happened today?"

Madison spoke with contrition. "I'm very sorry about how I behaved, and what I said."

"I'm glad to hear it, Madison," said Anna. "Now, are you going to thank Davo for getting you to walk the trail?"

Madison turned to Davo. "Thanks Davo. I couldn't have done it without you."

Davo smiled a charming smile. "Glad I could help."

In the van on the way back, Madison's silence was not due to sulking or self-pity, but deep reflection. Maybe she was nothing but a princess, spoiled rotten by her parents, and should take steps to change herself? She thought about how she had been bitchy, selfish, bratty and ungrateful not only this week, but her entire life to date, and felt a sense of shame flow through her body. The teenager watched the pine trees as the car passed by, and thought about how she could change herself.

END OF CHAPTER THREE – TO BE CONCLUDED ... 



Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 04: Final



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Welcome to the hot, steamy and hilarious ending to 'Spoiled Princess Hates Camping', a kinky comedy set in 1994.

Madison resolves to change herself and be less spoiled and selfish, but will it last? Can Davo, the brash, loud Australian achieve his goal and bed Madison? How about country girl Kate and Davo's New Zealand friend Travis? Find out by reading the fourth and final chapter.

As with the previous chapters, the story series contains strong ribald humor both sexual and non-sexual, and coarse language. Opinions expressed about homosexuals do not reflect those of the author. Only characters aged 18 & over are involved in sexual activity, and all events and characters are fictional. 

Please enjoy the conclusion to this story series.

***

THE following morning was a bright sunny day, and contrasted with the overcast weather of the previous two. Madison awoke with a new outlook on life. From now on she would be nicer to people, less demanding and selfish, and would be grateful for her privileged life. The girl had grand plans of doing volunteer work and donating to charity, but she knew that these had to wait until she got back to New York. For now, she had to get through today, and be nice and helpful to her relatives.

Madison started with positive thinking as again she and Kate started off the day by visiting the female facilities as usual, to go to the toilet and shower. Madison resolved that she would not say one word about the bathroom facilities today, and succeeded.

After drying off after her shower, Madison took out her clothes she would be wearing for the day. She put on her panties - white bikini-style panties with pink flowers - and then encased her firm breasts in a matching bra. She put on a white-tee shirt, and over this a pink, baby-doll dress that came down to her knees. She had two reasons for wearing this; the first was that they were going into the town and she wanted to look nice, and the second was that her friends had always said how sweet Madison looked while wearing it. Now Madison wanted to be as sweet on the inside as she looked on the outside. 

Stepping out of the shower in bare feet, Madison sat on a small bench, her knees slightly apart allowing a view of her panties up her dress to put on her white ankle socks and white sneakers. The teenager then brushed her blonde hair, and as she was putting it back into a pony-tail with a pink scrunchie, Kate stepped out of the shower she had been using.

Kate was barefoot and in her underwear. Her huge breasts were restrained by a white cotton E-cup bra, and she wore pure-white, full-brief panties. "The floor got a bit wet in there," she explained, reaching into her bag for her clothes.

Madison watched her cousin put on the lilac tee-shirt from the other day, and then the same patched jeans she had worn on the first day, adjusting them around her big bottom. Kate slipped her feet into a pair of open, flat-heeled red shoes, her toes poking out under the straps that held them in place over the arches. Finally, she tied her long dark hair in a pony-tail with a bright green scrunchie, and placed a yellow baseball cap on her head.

This was Madison's first real test. Kate was a walking fashion disaster; a lilac tee-shirt too tight for her tits, patched blue jeans that made her butt look even bigger than it was, red shoes, a bright green scrunchie and an equally bright colored yellow hat, all of which looked terrible together. Madison thought to herself, "Kate is allowed to wear what she likes as long as it doesn't offend public decency, if you don't like it Madison, don't think about it and don't say anything to her."

"You look nice today, Madison," Kate commented.

Madison smiled sweetly back. "Thank you, you do too."

Kate looked mildly surprised as she searched for sarcasm in her cousin's voice, and found nothing. The two girls headed back to the tents, meeting Davo and Travis on the way as they headed up to the showers. Madison was as polite and friendly as Kate as they spoke for a few minutes, before heading off in opposite directions, the two young guys walking off with puzzled expressions at her change in mood, demeanor and manners.

Madison conversed politely with her relatives at breakfast, and even sought out John when he was on his own to apologize again over what she had said while hiking. John accepted the apology tersely and dismissively, and while Madison was disappointed, she knew it might take a while to make up for things.

Bob and Anna looked amazed when Madison without being asked began to wash up the breakfast dishes, and were just as surprised when Madison entered the car to go on the day's excursion without so much as a word of protest.

In the car, Madison ignored Kate's left breast as it rubbed against her, and Dylan as he sat opposite her, Madison feeling his eyes upon the hem of her dress at her knees. Their destination was a small museum in the town. Madison did not much care for museums, although she did enjoy attending snobby, upper-class art gallery events in New York. However, as part of her attempt to become a better person, she was determined to make the best of it, and upon arrival, behaved politely and respectfully.

Again, Bob and Anna could not believe what they were seeing as a relaxed, and seemingly happy Madison browsed around the museum. The husband and wife went to one side to discuss the strange turn of events.

"Can you believe how well she's behaving this morning?" asked Bob. All he wanted was a peaceful vacation, but Madison had prevented this so far.

Anna was more suspicious. "Madison wants something, that's for sure. Carol said Madison can act all sweetness and light when she wants to get her own way. Maybe she wants me to give her cell phone back to her?"

"Maybe," Bob agreed. "Although, I have seen Madison put on the nicest girl in the world act before, and that was different to the way she's acting now. Perhaps she's decided to grow up and behave?"

His wife laughed. "Don't count on it. If Madison is still acting this way tomorrow, I might start to believe it. Madison wants something, and it's just a matter of working out what it is. It's awful to say this about my own niece, but I don't think Madison is capable of being generous, kind and caring. She's just too spoiled and selfish."

Madison had not heard this conversation, concentrating on how else she could be nicer to people, when a feeling in her digestive system told her she needed to answer the call of nature. Madison looked around for a female bathroom, and seeing the sign, walked towards it. At the same time, Kate had felt a similar feeling from her digestive system, and likewise walked towards the bathroom from the other direction.

The female bathroom was just a single toilet and sink, and Kate and Madison reached for the door at the same time. Normally Madison would have demanded to go first or just pushed her way in, but today she stood back and with a polite smile, said to Kate, "You go first."

"Thank you," said Kate, uncertainty on her pretty face and in her voice. She stepped into the ladies' room, turned on the light and closed and locked the door, Madison seeing the green 'vacant' on the external lock turn to a red 'engaged.' In the bathroom, Kate pulled down her jeans and panties to her ankles and sat down on the toilet, her toes and red shoes poking out from under her jeans.

As the sound of Kate urinating echoed around the bathroom, she puzzled as to what was up with Madison. She was so different today it seemed eerie, unfamiliar, and wrong. Kate got some toilet paper and dried her hairy pussy. Kate's toes curled up as she began to empty her bowels, and as she unwound some toilet paper to wipe herself, she again tried to figure out what Madison's angle was. Like her mother, Kate decided that Madison must want something, and was just putting on an act.

Madison waited patiently outside for the five minutes Kate was on the toilet, mentally reprimanding herself when she found impatience entering her mind. In the bathroom, Kate finished and stood up, pulled up her panties and jeans and flushed the toilet, before washing her hands. She opened the door for Madison, who thanked her and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her.

Initially, Madison felt annoyance at the odor that lingered around the toilet from Kate's poo, but as she lifted her dress and slid her panties down to her ankles, she reminded herself that Kate couldn't help leaving a toilet smell behind her. Madison sat on the toilet seat and urinated, wiping her smooth pussy when she had finished, then allowed her rectum to relax and felt relief as she began to poo. Getting some toilet paper and wiping her bottom, Madison noticed the smell of her own poo combining with that of Kate, but unlike when she had first arrived on the camping vacation, took it in her stride and accepted toilet smells as just a normal, natural thing, and a minor irritation of the day.

Outside in the museum, Kate still puzzled over why Madison would thank her for something as minor as holding a door open for her, and ran into her two brothers. "Where's Madison?" Dylan asked.

"She's gone to the ladies' room," replied Kate.

Dylan's imagination filled with the image of his pretty blonde cousin sitting on the toilet, her dress hitched up and her panties around her ankles, her knees apart to show off her pubic hair and her pussy and said, "Do you think she'll be a while?"

"How should I know?" asked Kate. "Why would you ask that? Do you spend hours thinking up weird or dumb questions, or do they just come to you at the time?"

"Nothing, it's just that John and I wanted to talk to you when she wasn't around. We were wondering if you'd noticed anything different about Madison this morning?" Dylan queried.

"Her acting all nice?" asked Kate. "I think she wants something."

"Yes, but what?" asked John. "It's not like she's being nice just to Mom and Dad, but she's being really nice to everyone." Like his father, he hoped that Madison would now behave and they could have a smooth vacation from today onwards.

"Yeah, she just thanked me for holding the bathroom door open for her just then," said Kate. "That really isn't Madison at all. Maybe she's just improved her acting ability to get her own way, or maybe she is trying to be nicer, but I'm not sure. Madison never does anything unless it benefits her."

"You know what I think it is?" asked Dylan. "I think Madison's getting her period." Dylan said this in a voice loud enough to be heard by two middle aged ladies, who glowered over.

"Shush," said Kate, indicating with her hand to tone his voice down. She noticed John's uncomfortable look, knowing that her older brother disliked any talk of menstruation. "What are you talking about now, Dylan?" she asked.

Dylan grinned and with an inside voice this time, said, "Most girls normally get in a bad mood when they get their periods. Like you, you're okay for three weeks and then the fourth week it's PMS time and you'll snap anyone's head off for looking at you the wrong way, cry over spilled milk and eat chocolate like it's going out of fashion. Then out comes the things you purchased in aisle six, the hot water bottle and the pain killers in the pink box."

Kate blushed and sighed sarcastically. "Thank you for observing me so closely when it's my time of the month Dylan, and reporting so thoroughly."

"You're welcome, Sis," replied Dylan, pleased that he had made his sister and brother both feel awkward.

"So, what does this all have to do with Madison?" asked Kate.

"Perhaps with Madison her PMS works the other way around?" Dylan suggested. "She's normally bratty, unpleasant, rude, selfish and demanding. So when it's her period, maybe she turns into a really nice person for that week?"

Kate thought this through. "Well, I can't think of a better theory, so I'll go with that."

"Me too," said John.

The siblings glancing across to the engaged ladies' room, where behind the locked door, Madison had just finished pooing. As she completed wiping herself, Madison used the last piece of toilet paper and an empty cardboard tube remained on the holder. Madison stood up off the toilet and flushed it, then pulled up her panties and smoothed down her baby-doll dress. She washed her hands, adjusted her pony-tail in the mirror and exited the bathroom.

Normally, Madison would have left the bathroom with no toilet paper so it became somebody else's problem, but with her revised attitude to things, thought she should take care of it herself. As she walked to the reception desk staffed by a gray-haired lady with glasses, Madison recalled with shame how she had behaved one Saturday morning a few weeks ago. She had used the last piece of toilet paper when she had been to the toilet for a poo, and ordered the maid, who was busy with something else, to restock her bathroom with paper.

The maid, disliking the teenager's tone and attitude, had not done this immediately, but as Madison sat in her expensive skirt and blouse waiting to go out with her rich friends, the girl again felt the need to poo, and returned to her bathroom at haste. Seeing no toilet paper on the roll when she needed a poop, something the pampered princess had never encountered before, sent Madison into a spin, and she berated the maid at the top of her voice for not obeying her instructions. It had never occurred to Madison to use another bathroom, or get toilet paper herself. And when the maid had gone to obey Madison's demands, the spoiled teenager had snapped, "Don't worry about it!" Madison then grabbed a big handful of facial tissues from the box, taking them into the bathroom and slamming the door closed, before pulling down her panties and sitting on the toilet to empty her bowels for the second time that morning, and using the tissues as toilet paper.

Still, this was the old Madison, and the new Madison was different she told herself as she approached the lady at reception, who smiled welcomingly. "How can I help you?"

Madison returned the smile. "I just went to the bathroom and I used the last of the toilet paper. Could you please get me some more so I can replace the toilet roll in the ladies?"

"Thank you, Miss, that was very responsible of you to do that," said the receptionist, as she opened a cabinet and handed Madison a new roll of toilet paper.

"Thanks ma'am," said Madison, taking the new toilet roll back to the ladies, placing it onto the holder and disposing of the empty cardboard tube into the bin, before turning off the light. She was satisfied that she had done the right thing, especially when a young couple passed by, and the red-haired girl went into the ladies' bathroom and closed the door. Had Madison not been responsible, the poor young woman would have been inconvenienced by finding no toilet paper when she needed to use the toilet.

John, Kate and Dylan had watched this very rare display of thinking about other people by their cousin, and all were amazed. Dylan said, "I can't believe Madison actually uses toilet paper."

Kate and John rolled their eyes. "I can promise you that she does, Dylan," said Kate. "But that was odd, her doing the right thing like that. She didn't have anything to gain by that personally."

"Is Madison capable of selfless, good deeds?" asked John.

Kate shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe she is?"

Madison joined Kate and they continued the excursion to the museum, before returning to the campground in the early afternoon. Madison was keen to help Anna and Kate make some sandwiches for lunch. She wasn't very good at it, in fact she was so bad that she was actually more a hindrance than a help, but the effort was there and genuine.

In the afternoon Davo and Travis stopped by with a football, and they, Bob, John, Dylan and Kate threw, passed and kicked it around in a hybrid of American Football, Australian Football and Rugby. Madison did not really join in, but had fun with her aunt watching, and she especially enjoyed watching Davo in his tight tank-top and shorts jumping up and down, his muscular body on display. In her panties, Madison felt the tingling between her legs.

Then Davo invited her to come across and kick the football. She would have rudely refused only a day earlier, but now took the football and kicked it as Davo had directed her. Dylan, seeing that Madison was still wearing her dress, positioned himself to catch the football. As soon as Madison lifted her right leg to kick the football, her dress flew up, Dylan seeing the white floral panties that covered her crotch.

As everybody drank some orange drink, Bob and Anna looked at their niece, unable to believe the change in the girl. They only hoped that she stayed this way for the remainder of the vacation.

***

"I said I'm not going!" Madison said, her arms folded in defiance.

"Madison, you are going to dinner with us in town tonight, and that's it," said Anna.

"I already said I'm not going. What are you, deaf?" Madison raised her voice.

Bob pointed at the van. "Madison, you will get in the car now and stop being stupid."

"I am not going, and you cannot make me go!" Madison yelled the words, and with arms folded, glared at her fuming aunt and uncle.

"The way you are acting Madison, I don't want you there, but we are not leaving you here on your own," said Bob.

It was now early evening, and Madison had not lasted a day without behaving like a spoiled brat. The problem concerned the family dinner plans for the evening. Normally, city girl Madison would have loved to have gone out for dinner, but what her aunt and uncle had planned was just too much for Madison's dignity, and upon insistence that she accompany them, Madison had reverted to type.

The restaurant that the family planned to visit was a Country & Western theme restaurant, where the staff all wore costumes and associated music filled the establishment. It seemed that one could throw the bones from one's ribs or T-bone steak that formed one's calorie-saturated meals into spittoons, and if one did not feel like doing this, one could ride a mechanical bucking bull or take a drink in an authentic Wild West saloon bar. Worse, far worse, the staff would all boot-scoot at various times and if one was a paying customer and also wished to boot-scoot, one could join them.

"Dad, it's okay, I'll stay with her," came Kate's voice. She emerged from the tent wearing a white blouse, a blue floral knee-length skirt and black, ankle-length boots, with her long brown hair now loose down past her shoulders.

"No Kate, you shouldn't miss out because of your cousin," said Bob.

"I'd love to go Dad, but I'm getting a migraine aura," said Kate. She took her glasses off momentarily to rub her forehead, and then replaced them. "I don't think I could take the bright lights and loud music in the restaurant."

"Oh no, you need to stay here and rest then," said Anna. "Have you got your medication?"

Kate nodded. "Yes, it's in my purse."

Anna felt Kate's forehead. "I'll just get you some things you might need." She went over to the main tent, ran a washcloth in cold water and retrieved a bucket, then sat Kate down in a chair, putting the damp cloth on her daughter's forehead and placing the bucket at her feet.

"Thanks Mom," said Kate. "You have a good time tonight."

"We will, you just get better," said Anna.

"We'll bring you something back for tomorrow," said Bob. 

"Thanks Dad," said Kate, closing her eyes.

"Would you like something, Madison?" Bob asked, to which his niece glowered and turned away.

"I thought not," said Bob. He turned to John and Dylan. "Come on let's go now so we're not waiting for a table too long."

Bob, Anna, John and Dylan got into the van, John driving this time with Dylan in the front, and drove away, leaving Madison and Kate behind.




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 04: Final



Madison looked at Kate in dismay. If she had to spend the night in the tent with a migraine-stricken Kate throwing up in a bucket, she would be none too happy. The fact that she herself had had an unsteady stomach after returning from The Hamptons a few weeks ago, thrown up into a bucket and then demanded the maid clean out the mess did not enter her mind. She approached her cousin and said, "Hadn't you better take your migraine medication? Would you like me to get it for you?"

Kate shook her head. "No, I can't do it here."

"Why?" asked Madison.

Kate sighed. "Because, Madison, I'm not going to pull down my panties out here and insert it into my rectum, which is what I have to do when I get a migraine."

"Oh," said Madison. "Sorry."

"It's okay, you weren't to know," Kate assured her. "If I have a migraine, I throw up so much I can't swallow medication, so I need to insert it anally. But tonight, I don't have a migraine. I'm perfectly fine." She removed the cloth from her head

"What?" asked Madison, amazed at the brilliant acting performance her cousin had put on. "I thought you wanted to go to the restaurant. Why did you pretend to be sick?"

Kate smiled. "I hate Country and Western music. It gives me the shits. I absolutely fucking hate it, and that fucking restaurant would have to be the most embarrassing place in America. I would rather go hiking in the woods in a short skirt with no panties, and get poison ivy in my vagina than go there."

Madison's eyes rolled at how nice-natured country girl Kate had sworn so much in her response, and how she had been so devious in getting out of something she didn't want to do. It seemed to work better than Madison's temper tantrums.

"So, now we're here, what do you want to do?" Kate asked Madison.

Madison shrugged. "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"Do you want to see if Travis and Davo are around?" suggested Kate.

"Maybe, how about you?" was Madison's response.

Both girls felt frustrated at each other, with Kate and Madison having both gotten hot at the sight of Travis and Davo respectively while playing football in the afternoon. Each girl wanted to go over there, but neither wanted to appear too keen in the other's eyes. What neither knew about the other, and each did not want the other to know, was that both loved sex, with both Madison and Kate losing their virginities shortly after turning 18, and enjoying plenty more sex since then.

In the case of Madison, her virginity was actually lost on the day of her 18th birthday, at her expensive birthday party held at her parents' country club. Not satisfied with the lavish party and the many gifts provided by family and friends, Madison set her eyes on what she really wanted; a country club employee named Juan with dark Latino looks. 

Normally Madison would not associate with somebody who was there to serve her, and in fact was generally rude to customer service staff, but Juan was so hot that Madison broke this rule. Leading the lucky young man away to a secluded place during his break, the birthday girl had hitched up her dress, pulled her panties down to her ankles and bent over, her bare bottom and tight, virgin pussy in the air.

From behind, Madison had felt Juan mount her, his cock sliding into her tight little vagina, before thrusting back and forth, the teenager gasping in delight as Juan fucked her hard. With an intense tingling sensation in her vagina and anus, Madison came with a rush of pussy juice. Juan withdrew from her, removed the condom and sprayed a load of sticky, white semen over the cheeks of the birthday girl's bare bottom, to her great delight. When she returned to the party, Mom and Daddy had not a clue what she had been up to.

With Kate, she had had a serious boyfriend called Neil since she was 16, and it seemed that Kate's first time would occur not when she turned 18, but on the day several years into the future that she walked down the aisle in a white dress and exchanged marriage vows. Both Kate and Neil had sworn abstinence pledges, but as senior year commenced, Kate was being driven mad by her boring boyfriend, and longed to find a way to end the relationship without breaking his heart. To Kate's surprise and relief, Neil broke up with her, saving her from the unpleasant task.

Kate lost her virginity in a most unexpected way on a freezing Saturday in January, two weeks after her 18th birthday. The central heating was playing up, and Kate, wearing a jacket, sweater, tee-shirt and bra on her top; and a short black skirt, thick black pantyhose with a pair of white panties over the top of them and a second pair of white panties underneath over her bottom, with her feet clad in white socks and sneakers, was at home alone studying while waiting for the repairman.

The teenager's heart had raced when she answered the door to a handsome, hunky, brown-haired young man aged about 21 who got to work and soon had the heating fixed, and the Wilson house warm again. The house may have been warm, but Kate was hot, and so was the young repairman at being alone in the house with a very pretty girl with enormous boobs. In little time, they were in Kate's bed, the repairman undressing then peeling off the teenager's layers of clothes until she was wearing only white full-brief panties, first playing with Kate's tits and then putting his hands in the front and back, playing with her pubic hair and vagina at the front, and her bottom at the back. Then it was off with her panties, on with a condom and Kate's legs apart, as she felt a cock enter her for the first time. 

Later that night, when Kate's parents and brothers had returned, her father had commented that the repairman had done a great job. Deep inside his teenage daughter's panties, her vagina didn't disagree with him!

Since her 18th birthday, Madison had been with two more guys. The first was a wealthy 18-year-old young man called Rupert from England, a musical prodigy who visited New York with his parents in January and stayed as guests at the Forsyth's apartment. With both sets of parents out for the evening and staying overnight at a hotel due to very heavy snowfall and bitterly cold temperatures, this left Madison and Rupert alone for the evening. This was not actually true; there was the maid, but she was beyond caring about how her employer's spoiled teenage daughter behaved when unsupervised.

In the night, Madison had awoken, put on her school uniform; blue blazer, white blouse, blue tartan skirt, blue tie, white ankle socks and black shoes, with white cotton panties and a similar bra underneath. Tying her blonde hair back into loose pigtails, and slipping condoms into the left cup of her bra, Madison had gone into the guest room where Rupert was staying, climbed up onto the bed and straddled his chest, making sure her panties were visible to him. Rupert put in all the resistance any 18-year-old man would with a beautiful blonde girl of the same age dressed up in her private school uniform, and that is none. Following a wild night in bed together, the two jumped under the shower together in the morning for more passion, the maid sighing at the sound of the teenagers fucking like rabbits under the water.

More recently, Madison had been engaging in casual sex with Ethan, a young ivy-leaguer in the New York social scene with a reputation for leading young ladies astray. As far as Madison was concerned, Ethan and his enormous cock could lead her astray as much as they wanted. The sex between them was wild, with Madison one time taking a risk while out at the Hamptons, taking off her panties while wearing a short skirt and sitting opposite Ethan, opening and closing her legs rapidly to allow him glimpses of her snatch. This had an obvious effect, and soon they were on their way to the bedroom, Madison lifting up her skirt on the way to show brief views of her bare bottom. Behind closed doors, Ethan's condom-covered cock was deep inside Madison's pussy in less than two minutes.

Ethan had introduced Madison to the delights of anal sex-play, and while the girl baulked at having full anal sex, she loved having her buttocks parted and her tight little anus licked and fingered. The only time a guy had inserted something into her rectum was for a medical reason, but it was still hot. This was earlier in the year, on a Tuesday morning and Madison was suffering from constipation, an ailment that had never afflicted her before or since. She had not emptied her bowels since Thursday, and this morning, she felt like she was about to have a diarrhea emergency, but in a painful session on the toilet, nothing happened, leaving her desperate to go to the toilet but unable to.

Her mother called a doctor, and Madison, barefoot and wearing her over-sized Paris tee-shirt and white panties, went and lay down on her bed feeling very sorry for herself, blasting the maid with a tirade of foul-tempered abuse when she walked into the bedroom, having thought the girl had gone to school.

The doctor, a handsome young man arrived and examined Madison, giving the constipated teenager some fast-working laxatives to take, along with several big glasses of warm water. Then to really help things along, he took an enema kit from his bag, got Madison to kneel on the bed, then pulled down her panties to her thighs, lubricated her anus and inserted the nozzle, with warm soapy liquid going from the bag and into the girl's bowels.

The effect of a handsome young doctor inserting a nozzle into her rectum, the feeling of her bowels getting filled and the associated sensation caused her vagina to get wet as she knelt down with her ass in the air. Finally, the doctor removed the nozzle from her bottom, and wiped the lubricant from Madison's anus with a tissue, before Madison pulled up her panties and lay down on the bed, the doctor giving her tummy a massage to help relax her digestive system.

Five minutes later, with a squeak of alarm, Madison raced for the toilet, her butt cheeks clenched as she slammed the door closed and locked it. Pulling down her panties, Madison sat on the toilet with seconds to spare, before the contents of her bowels exited her bottom with an almighty rush, the girl very embarrassed that the doctor must have heard the results of his treatment working so well. To her relief, the doctor called through the door, "I'll just leave you to have some privacy, Madison," and left the bedroom. The combination of the enema, laxatives, warm water and massage created a 'perfect storm', and kept Madison on the toilet for over half an hour. Although this was unpleasant, Madison still thought how hot it was the nice-looking young doctor inserting a nozzle up her anus, and now much better she felt now her constipation was cleared up. One person who finally got some satisfaction was the maid, who was cleaning in the vicinity and could hear Madison on the toilet; farting, making splashing sounds like a waterfall and unwinding toilet paper over and over again. It served her employer's rude, selfish and spoiled brat of a daughter right.

While Madison was embarrassed about a nice looking young doctor hearing her on the toilet after having an enema, it was quite a different story with Madison's gay friend, Miles. A very camp 19-year-old, Miles seemed to think of his pretty blonde 18-year-old female friend as a live doll, loving to pamper her hair, paint her nails and apply her make-up, the vain Madison loving this attention. As Madison was 100 percent relaxed with the very gay Miles, she had no qualms about undressing, showering and using the toilet in front of him, even when she had her period. Sometimes to save time when they were going out for the day, he would style Madison's hair and put on her makeup as she sat on the toilet with her panties around her ankles and had a poo.

Miles would say such funny things such as 'Somebody's back bottom is working overtime today,', 'Does one really need to fold one's toilet paper so precisely?' and 'How can I apply your make-up when you have your 'I'm having a poo-poo face?'' Madison would laugh, and when finished the girl would step out of the bathroom with the most perfect hair and beautifully made-up face.

Kate in contrast did not have a gay friend, and even if she did, he would not be allowed in the bathroom with her at all. She had also never had the need for an enema, and the only thing ever to be inserted into her rectum was her migraine medication. However, in the past few months she like Madison had been introduced to the pleasure of having her anus licked and touched during sex, and she absolutely loved it. Also like Madison, she was not open to the idea of actual anal sex, not wanting anything that big in her tight back passage.

This was courtesy of her older brother's friend Brett, with he and Kate starting a casual sexual relationship in February and continuing to hook up whenever a chance arrived. They weren't dating, but were responsible and always used protection. They kept everything between them a secret, knowing John would never be happy about his friend screwing his younger sister. 

The sexual chemistry between Kate and Brett was amazing, with Brett taking Kate's pussy to levels of pleasure she could never have dreamed of with his tongue, his fingers and most of all his cock, plowing Kate in many different positions - missionary, spooning, doggy, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. He would tease the teenager through her panties, allowing his fingers to sneak inside and touch her pubic hair, and get her hot and wet by playing around with her enormous tits, the plump cheeks of her bare bottom and her bare feet. One time he had taken some strawberry ice-cream topping, poured it onto Kate's feet and licked it off, then repeated the procedure with her tits and her bare bottom, before eating out her pussy and fucking her vagina hard. Kate would return any such favors, giving Brett the most amazing head jobs. Sometimes they even went 69, Kate sucking Brett off with her hairy pussy in his face, his tongue teasing her clitoris and vagina.

One afternoon, Kate received a call from Brett saying he was alone and wanted to hook up. Normally, Kate would have had no problem with letting Brett get into her panties, but this afternoon she was having her period, and in no position to make herself available to him, not matter how much she wanted to. She was about to tell him, but at the last minute said she would be right over. Kate, dressed in a pristine white tee-shirt, a short navy blue pleated skirt and wearing white socks that came up to her knees and white sneakers, had then driven over to Brett's place.

Going inside, Kate told Brett there was good news and bad news. The bad news was that it was her time of the month, the good news was that she would do something great for him. With that, Kate squatted down, her pleated skirt forming a valley between her legs and her white panties marginally visible, unzipped Brett's jeans and released his cock, before teasing it and his balls, getting him nice and hard before opening her lips and teasing him with her tongue, before taking his dick in her mouth and giving him the most amazing blow job, her head going back and forth, her tongue tickling the head of his penis, and circling around the veins.

Feeling Brett about to cum, Kate had removed his dick from her mouth which she kept open, and allowed him to orgasm in her face, Brett ejaculating everywhere, sticky white semen going all over Kate's glasses, her forehead, nose and cheeks and some finding its way into her mouth, which she swallowed eagerly. As Brett used a tissue to clean the cum from Kate's pretty face, inside her panties her napkin had been forced to work double time, absorbing not only Kate's menstrual flow but the juices that flowed from her pussy at the excitement of giving a blow job.

Like Kate, Madison had once encountered a period stumbling block with Ethan when he came around wanting sex when it was her time of the month. Madison, this day dressed in her baby-doll dress, employed the same problem solving techniques as Kate, by giving Ethan the best head job she had ever given him, allowing him to cum in her mouth and seductively swirling it around, before swallowing every drop. To stimulate her own pleasure during this, Madison had sat on the edge of a chair, grinding her napkin against her pussy. When Madison went to change her pad after this, she saw that this had caused her pad to bunch up and cause side-staining on the saddle of her panties, so they went into a plastic bag for the maid to wash out and the girl got some fresh panties.

The maid had sighed while washing Madison's underwear, and pondered what had caused Madison to stain her panties so badly this month. Still, it was better than the month before, when Madison had ordered the maid to go out and buy her more sanitary pads as she was down to her last. When the maid returned, Madison had taken the napkins without a word of thanks, then thrown them at the wall and berated her for getting the wrong type, these slightly different than the ones Madison usually wore. So the maid had to go out again, and needing a change of pad during this time, Madison had had to take a clean pink wash-cloth, fold it up and fix it to the saddle of her panties with safety pins to substitute. Later that day, after the brat got the correct napkins to wear, the maid had the thankless task of washing Madison's menstrual blood out of the washcloth she had used as a makeshift pad.

Madison and Kate's periods were not a stumbling block for them this night, but the girls themselves through indecisiveness seemed to be bringing themselves undone. Eventually, they resolved to go over and see if Davo and Travis were around.

Davo and Travis were drinking soda outside their campsite, were the hire van they were driving was parked with a small green tent beside it. They pulled up some extra chairs and invited the girls over to sit with them, giving them some cans of soda to drink.

"I thought you were going out for the evening with your family?" Davo asked.

"Yeah, but we got out of it," said Kate. "I pretended to be sick with a migraine."

"You faked it?" asked Travis, laughing in surprise that Kate would do this.

Kate nodded. "Yes. They were going to this awful country and western theme restaurant, and I cannot stand country music."

"How about you?" Davo asked Madison. "How did you get out of it?"

Madison shifted awkwardly. "I just flat out refused to go."

Davo laughed. "I can imagine."

The two guys and two girls got talking, but the conversation was banal and uninspiring. They talked about how Davo's surname was White and Travis's surname was black, and how they had a friend back in Australia with a surname of Grey. Then Kate said that she had a friend named Katrina, and they were put together to work on a history assignment with another girl called Kaitlyn. Madison mentioned that she knew a girl called Simone who had a boyfriend named Simon.

Next they spoke about how they drove on different sides of the road in Australia and America, and then Kate asked why they had both a van and a tent.

"The tent is for Travis, he can't sleep in a stationary vehicle, he's too scared," said Davo.

"What?" asked Kate, laughter in her voice. "You're joking, right?"

Travis grinned sheepishly. "Actually, it's true, I can't sleep in a stationary car. It's my Uncle Mervyn's fault. When I was a kid, me and one of my brothers and sisters had gone to sleep in the car at a family party, and we were woken up by Uncle Mervyn tapping on the window. He was dressed in a clown costume - big conical hat, brightly colored suit, huge red shoes and make up - and he starts up a chainsaw, and yelling that he was coming to get us. Since that little joke by Uncle Mervyn, I have never been able to sleep in a parked car. A moving car, yes. But never a parked one."




Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Ch. 04: Final



"That's how they go around amusing themselves in New Zealand, girls," laughed Davo.

"That's awful," said Kate. "I suppose you've got a phobia of clowns too?"

"Strangely, no," said Travis. "Just sleeping in parked cars. But everyone has a strange phobia."

"Hey, you know what we can do?" suggested Davo. "We can play truth or dare. Girls versus boys, and we can find out what strange phobias we have."

"I'm in," said Travis.

"Me too," said Kate.

"I'll play too," said Madison, also raising her hand.

Kate sat opposite Travis, and Madison opposite Davo, and the game began with Davo asking, "Madison and Kate, truth or dare?"

"Truth," said Madison.

"Nice simple one," said Travis. "What are your weird phobias?"

Madison went first. "Well, spiders as you've already seen, and snakes. But the really strange one is antique dolls and toys."

"Antique dolls?" asked Travis in disbelief. 

Madison nodded. "When I was three, my parents took me to this antique doll and toy museum and I freaked, just something about the place spooked me. It happened in 1979, and I can still remember it. After that I never liked dolls." The girl gave a sheepish smile. "To be truthful, I've always enjoyed being dressed up like a doll myself, wearing nice expensive clothes so everybody compliments me. I can never have enough clothes, shoes or beauty products. I guess maybe I am a bit spoiled."

Davo, Travis and Kate with difficulty said nothing. Saying Madison was a 'bit spoiled' was like saying that Greenland was a 'bit cold', but they didn't want Madison to throw one of her tantrums and storm off.

Kate took her turn. "Movies where animals die is my phobia. If I see one, I can't stop myself crying and just turn into a blubbering wreck. When I was a kid I wanted to be a vet, until I realized what it involved. I love animals so I always avoid movies where animals die. One time, my English class were going to watch a movie where I knew a dog died and the cat that it was friends with pined away. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it, so I went over to my Grandma's house and sniffed her perfume that gives me migraines. I spent the next three days off school in a darkened room doped up on pain-killers and throwing up in a bucket at least every hour, but at least I didn't have to see the movie."

"Wow, you went that far?" asked Travis in amazement. The story Kate had told made her cuter than ever, and it was so sweet that she loved animals that much.

Kate nodded. "Yes. It probably wasn't a bright thing to do, but at least I didn't have to watch the movie and cry in front of everyone in school."

"So now we know that Madison is scared of antique dolls and Kate of movies where animals die," said Davo. "Now, it's your turn girls."

Madison and Kate whispered between each other, then turned to the guys. "Truth or dare," said Madison.

"Truth," said Travis.

"Davo and Travis, where is the most unusual place you have thrown up?" asked Kate.

Davo laughed. "You went for a gross one straight away. Anyway, here goes. I was in the high school football Grand Final, playing in defense and I was real bloody nervous. Before I could stop myself, I chucked all over my opponent, this really big guy from the private school we were playing. He had sick all over his jumper, he wanted to punch me and everyone was laughing."

Madison, Kate and Travis also laughed. "Did you win?" asked Kate.

Davo shook his head. "No, we went down by 80-points. That's like losing 56 to 16 in American football."

"I threw up all over my Grandma's shitzu," said Travis when it was his turn.

This time, everyone collapsed in laughter. "You never told me about that," said Davo, coughing and holding his sides.

"Well, now you can see why," said Travis. "It was when I was younger, I felt a bit sick and was heading for the toilet to throw up, but I never made it and threw up all over the dog instead. It ran outside yelping, and sick went everywhere."

"That is so fucking hilarious," said Davo, still trying to catch his breath amid fits of laughing.

"It's not that funny," protested Travis.

"Sorry Travis, yes it is," said Kate, momentarily taking off her glasses to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes.

Their turn again, Madison and Kate selected truth once more, and Davo asked, "So girls, when you go to the toilet, do you scrunch or fold the toilet paper?"

The two girls blushed and laughed. "And you said our question was gross!" exclaimed Madison. "Anyway, I always fold my toilet paper when I go to the bathroom."

"I usually scrunch my toilet paper," said Kate. "Sometimes though, I fold the toilet tissue, just for something different." She grinned. "It shows how exciting my life is."

Davo and Travis accepted truth and answered the question on female celebrities they had had crushes on, and then Madison and Kate also went for truth again. "If we looked through your purses, what would be the most embarrassing thing we would find?" asked Travis.

"My sanitary pads, what else?" said Madison. "I usually keep some spare in my purse, just in case."

"Mine would be sanitary pads too," said Kate. "Although my migraine medication could top that."

"Your migraine medication?" asked Davo. "What's embarrassing about that?"

Kate smiled. "I don't swallow them. Because migraines make me throw up so badly, I have to insert them up the other end."

Davo and Travis's eyes went wide at the mental image of this. They accepted dare, with both having to act like homosexuals for a minute. After 60 seconds of gushing, posing and using the word 'fabulous' over and over again, Madison and Kate collapsing in laughter.

Now Madison and Kate selected dare, and Davo said, "Your dare is to flash your knickers at us, or your panties as you mainly call them in America." 

Keeping their legs together at first, Madison and Kate opened their knees, Kate's white panties visible up her floral skirt, and Madison's white panties with pink flowers likewise visible by looking up her baby-doll dress. The teenagers kept their knees apart for about ten seconds, then closed their legs again, the wonderful views of their panties now gone. Inside the said panties, Madison and Kate felt their arousal, tingling sensations traversing their vaginas, while Davo and Travis felt the stiffening sensations commence in their groins.

Davo and Travis also selected dare, and after whispering together Kate and Madison smiled at them. "We're going to sit here with our legs wide open, our panties on full display for a minute, but you both have to turn your backs and you can't look," said Madison.

"Oh come on, that's not fair," protested Davo.

"It's in the rules, now turn around," said Kate.

With great reluctance, Davo and Travis turned their backs to the two girls. Madison and Kate sat upright in their chairs, opening their legs wide to reveal their panties, the shape of their vaginas visible through the cotton of the saddles.

"You can't see us!" taunted Madison, as she and Kate looked at their watches to count down the minute. Feeling hot, Madison went a step further, placed her left index finger over the indentation of her vagina and called out, "Guess where one of my fingers is, boys? Too bad you can't see."

Like Madison, Kate felt hot between her legs and she reached around to adjust the elastic of her panties. "That's so much comfortable, now I've adjusted my panties," she called to the boys.

"How much longer?" asked Travis, feeling himself getting harder and harder at this erotic teasing.

"About twenty seconds of hell," said Kate, laughing.

"You two are such teases," said Davo.

"You know the rules of truth or dare," Madison called back. "Now no peeking." The girls counted down the last ten seconds, and Kate and Madison primly closed their legs just as the boys turned back, both of them giggling.

"Now it's our turn," said Davo. "Kate and Madison, truth or dare?"

"Dare," said Kate.

"Okay then, you have to French kiss us for a full minute," said Davo.

There were no protests from either Kate or Madison, who both stood up and went to Davo and Travis respectively. Madison kissed Davo first on the lips, then began to work her tongue inside his mouth, feeling his teeth and his own tongue with hers. They embraced tightly, and kissed deeper, Madison's vagina responding with tingling feelings and dampness, and Davo getting harder and harder.

Next to them, Kate likewise kissed Travis on lips, and they then began to work their tongues into each other's mouths. Kate felt herself getting damp between her legs as she and Travis embraced, and she could feel his excitement against her leg, Travis responding to feeling Kate's big breasts against his chest.

Davo stopped kissing Madison for a few seconds to say, "You know when you see people making out in public and you think, 'Get a room'? I think it's time we got rooms."

With that, Davo and Madison headed into the van, the eager teenager's hands all over Davo as he closed the door behind them. Kate and Travis dived into his tent, zipping it closed behind them and Travis turning on a flashlight to give them extra illumination.

Kate knelt on the camping mattress, Travis opposite her and they resumed making out, Travis stroking Kate's long, soft, dark-brown hair. Her nipples and clitoris buzzed with excitement as she felt Travis's hands on her bottom, feeling the elastic of her panties through her skirt. She reached out and brushed Travis's groin with her hand, feeling his erection through his shorts and underpants.

Travis's hands moved to Kate's blouse and he began to unbutton it, one at a time, top to bottom. Kate's enormous E-cup breasts, covered in her white bra emerged from her open blouse, Travis unable to keep from staring at them, and Kate laughed. "You can touch them if you like. My boobs won't bite you, I swear."

Trembling with anticipation, Travis placed his hands on Kate's breasts, feeling the teenager's firm flesh through the soft white fabric of her bra. Massaging her tits, slowly, gently and seductively, his fingers lingered around her nipples, Kate squirming at the sensation, her pretty green eyes showing her pleasure through the lenses of her glasses. One of Travis's fingers found its way into the left cup of her bra, circling around the young woman's soft, fair skin.

Kate whispered, "That's not the only place I like to be touched," and lay down on her back, opening her legs to show her white panties.

Travis eagerly accepted the invitation, and slid his hands up Kate's long legs, stopping when his hands reached the soft white cotton of the teenager's full-brief panties. He stroked the cotton of the saddle, feeling the shape of Kate's vagina underneath, the girl squirming at the sensual contact of his fingers with her panty-covered pussy. For a brief moment, Travis allowed his finger to slip under Kate's panty elastic, feeling her warm, feminine dampness and a few soft curls of pubic hair.

Kate and Travis kissed again, before Kate purred, "You liked touching my panties, didn't you? Do you like it when I call them my panties, or should I call them my knickers instead, to make you feel at home?"

"Panties, knickers, either works for me," said Travis. "Either way, they just look so hot on you."

Kate giggled. "I'll call them my panties sometimes, my knickers other times, and give you the best of both worlds. So, tell me what you want to do with me." Kate pulled Travis in close to her, locking him in an embrace.

"I want to touch your boobs," said Travis, running his hands down Kate's back and feeling the clasp of her bra.

"Yes, I like having my tits touched," said Kate. "What else?"

"I want to get into your knickers."

Kate giggled. "Ask and you will receive. My knickers it is. What do you want to do when you get into my knickers?"

"I want to feel the inside of your knickers, you know the double cotton around your pussy," said Travis.

"You'll like that, my panties get so hot and damp. What else?"

"I want to stroke the hair on your mound and your pussy."

Kate grinned. "I'll start purring when you do that. I love having my front bottom played with. How about my back bottom? How would you like to see and stroke the cheeks of my great big ass?"

Travis laughed. "I would definitely like to see and do that. Although, you don't have a big ass. Your ass is perfect."

Kate laughed. "I do Travis, everybody knows I have a great big fat ass. That's why I wear these big cotton panties." She lifted her skirt to show him her full-brief knickers, before pulling it down again. "So, what would you most like to do when you get into my pants?"

"I want to fuck your fanny," said Travis, his smile fading quickly as a look of dismay came over Kate's face, the teenager going rigid.

"What?" she asked, visions of Travis wanting to perform anal sex on her running through her mind. "I don't do anal sex, it's gross and I've heard it's painful too. How could you even think of asking me to do that?" Kate began to button her blouse.

"Kate, no I didn't mean that," said Travis, horrified at how this had gone wrong. "When I said your fanny, I meant your vagina."

Kate looked at him. "My vagina? Why did you say my fanny then?"

Travis realized his mistake, a breakdown in communication between Australian and American sexual slang. "Sorry Kate, in Australia and New Zealand, and also places like South Africa, England and Ireland, fanny means vagina. Don't you use that expression in America?"

Kate shook her head. "No, in America fanny means your butt. Nobody ever calls their vagina their fanny. Look, I'm really sorry I freaked like that, it just sort of scared me, when I thought you wanted to fuck my ass." She unbuttoned her blouse again. "Can we go back to where we were?"

Travis felt the relief through his body. "Yes, great, sorry again that I scared you. Actually, if we were talking about your butt in Australia, we would say your bum."

"I have heard of the expression bum, and that's okay, it's just the difference between the way we speak in America, and you speak in Australia and New Zealand." Kate grinned. "Although knowing that now, I'll never be able to look at a fanny-pack the right way again."

Travis laughed, and he and Kate began making out again, keen to put the misunderstanding behind them. Kate said, "Although I don't do anal, I love fingers and tongues in that area. So long as you wash out your mouth and fingers before you touch or kiss me anywhere else after that, I love it."

"Lucky we have this then," said Travis, holding up a bottle of water.

"You know what really gets me off?" asked Kate. "Getting my feet rubbed and kissed."

"Your feet?" Travis nearly went through the tent canvas in delight. He loved girls' bare feet, and now he had met a girl who wanted him to do just this. "I'd love to."

"So you like girls' feet then?" giggled Kate. She removed her boots, leaving her standing in white cotton socks, then took these off too, and Kate was now barefoot, Travis unable to keep his eyes off the teenager's perfect white toes, soles and arches. "I've got an idea that's really hot," Kate continued. She sat down on the mattress and opened her legs wide, affording Travis a great view of her white panties. "While you do what you like with my bare feet, you can perve at my knickers at the same time."

His shorts resembling a tent, Travis took Kate's bare feet in his hands. His fingers traversed every inch of them, rubbing the soles and arches and her toes. He lowered his head down, kissing the skin of Kate's feet, taking her toes in his mouth and licking and sucking each one, Kate especially seeming to enjoy having her little pinky toes at the end sucked. All the while, he could see up Kate's skirt, and the beautiful white cotton panties that she was wearing, covering the teenager's pubes, pussy and bottom.

"That felt so good," sighed Kate when Travis had finished. "For that, you get to kiss me in a special place - on the saddle of my panties." Kate guided Travis's head up her skirt, until his nose brushed the white cotton panties. He could see the shape of Kate's vaginal lips through her knickers, and could smell the sweet, delicate scent of Kate's aroused pussy. He lowered his head down, and kissed the saddle of Kate's panties, using his tongue to push the cotton into her pussy even more, before withdrawing his head and locking lips with Kate again, his erection throbbing as his tongue circled inside Kate's mouth.

Kate removed her blouse altogether, and then her skirt, leaving her only in her white bra and panties. Travis took off his tee-shirt to reveal his fine masculine figure and then his shorts, leaving him wearing red underpants that bulged at the front. They knelt in front of each other, and Kate guided Travis's hands back to her breasts, Travis fondling them through her bra. With her left hand, Kate stroked the front of Travis's underpants before freeing his cock, which stood out at ninety degrees. Kate noticed the red hair that covered Travis's groin, with this the first time she had been with a red-haired guy. She had seen her red-haired friend Bridget naked and in the showers after gym class plenty of times, and while Bridget obviously had red pubic hair, it was still a thrill for Kate to see a red-haired guy naked for the first time.

"Take off my bra, Travis," whispered Kate, Travis's hands immediately going around to her back, fumbling with the clasp for a few seconds before he opened it, pulling both sides of the open bra around her back, Kate, lifting her arms so the garment could be removed altogether. Travis felt like he might cum on the spot as Kate's bra came away from her magnificent young breasts, the perfectly symmetrical E-cup boobs hanging down off Kate's chest, her nipples hard, inviting.

Kate pulled Travis's head to her boobs, and he buried his head between them, loving the texture of Kate's soft skin. Then Kate took hold of his cock, moving her hand back and forth, her finger teasing the tip of his penis, her pinky finger touching his balls, tickling him, teasing him. Travis licked Kate's breasts and caressed them, exploring every inch of the teenager's wonderful mammary glands, Kate squirming as he concentrated on her nipples.

Having finished her hand-job for a second, Kate pulled down Travis's underpants altogether, him standing up so he could remove them, his dick making contact with Kate's glasses as he did so. With Travis completely naked, Kate was now wearing only her panties. 

"Lie down," she said to Travis, which he did. Kate straddled him over his head, Travis seeing Kate's bum covered by her white panties coming down as she lowered herself, eventually squatting so her panty-covered pussy was resting on his face. Kate moved her bottom around in a circular motion, the soft cotton panties traversing his face, Travis feeling his cock aching at the smell of Kate's aroused vagina through the cotton.

Kate rolled over onto her back, lying with her bum and legs off the ground. "Now, take off my knickers, Travis," she said.

Travis needed no second prompting, and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of the teenager's white full-brief panties. Down they came, slowly at first, Travis's eyes going wide as he caught sight of Kate's magnificent full bush of pubic hair that covered her mound, pulling down the panties even more down her thighs, to her knees and calves, and finally taking them off when the panties, the saddle smelling wonderfully with the delicate feminine aroma of Kate's vulva.

Unable to believe this was really happening, he admired Kate's wonderful young naked body, loving her full curves. Every part of Kate was great; her wonderful long brown hair, her pretty face made even cuter by her glasses, her magnificent breasts, her wide hips, long legs and bare feet and best of all the wonderful thick dark pubic hair that covered her feminine area, her pink pussy visible through the forest-like growth.