4 comments/ 27351 views/ 1 favorites Deer Camp By: veryfaithfull Going to the deer camp has been a Texas tradition for many years. As a boy, when I was way too young to hunt, I would anxiously sit and wait at the cabin for my Father, Grandfather, and Uncles to return home after their hunt. Then we would all sit around the camp stove eating a big bowl of chili and talk about anything that came to mind. I would sit and listen to stories about old loves, high school football, and they day they nearly got killed on some far off battlefield. This was guy stuff at its best. I would try to tell my own stories, but my stories just couldn't hold a candle to the day my grandfather jumped into a foxhole and found that a Japanese solder was already in it. My grandfather would nudge me with his elbow and say "You don't know what scared is, till you've done something like that." I'm eighteen years old now, and I still love going to deer camp. The stories haven't changed much but now I can tell my own. We talk all night long about football; I'm a linebacker, just like my dad was twenty five years ago, and whether we can beat our old rivals. When the topic turns to the women they've loved my grandfather always asks me, "are you still dating that pretty cheerleader?" I would grin and turn red. I didn't need to answer. Not that I could if I wanted to, my uncles were already messing with me about it. A little annoyed by their ribbing I excuse myself and go outside. I hear one of my uncle's say as I walking out the door; "I bet he's going to call her right now, under a woman's control already, such a shame." Their kidding wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't true. I was going outside to call her. She told me to call her ever night. She told me that she would wait up for me, and that she would make the phone call well worth it. The only way that I can get cell service at the deer camp is if I stand out in front of the cabin on an old telephone wire spool that we use as a table. I dial her number and she answers the phone. "I've been waiting on you," she whispers. I start to tell her that we were eating dinner but she shushes me. Let me do the talking, she says in a sexy voice that starts the butterflies to flying in the pit of my stomach. I've been thinking about you all evening she says. "I put on those jeans that you like so much and I'm wearing that shirt that shows off my belly. You know the one's I'm talking about don't you." I sure did. Those jeans were my favorite. They hugged her butt just right and they were so low cut that when she put her hands in her pockets I could see her panties peeking out of the top. Are you wearing the pink shirt, the one I can see your nipples through? Yes she sighs in her sexiest voice. "My nipples are extra hard tonight" she says. "I've been rubbing my breast and thinking of you. My nipples have been sensitive all day. If you were here I might even let you kiss them just to make them feel better." Oh my, I love it when she talks to me like that. My legs are becoming weak and my breathing is deeper and rapid. "I have ran my hands all over my body just like you do but it doesn't feel the same," she say's. "Can you guess where my hands are right now she asks?" I can think of a few places were I'd like my hands to be I say. She giggles; "I bet we're thinking of the same place." "My hand is slowing making its way into your favorite jeans." I hear her moaning, my fingers have found that special place she says, I hear her moan louder. "Oh I wish you were doing this," she says as I hear her breathing become shallow and rapid. I hear her phone slip from her hand and fall onto the floor. I can barely hear her now but her moaning tells me what is going on. I can imagine her fingers furiously rubbing her clit and then I hear that unmistakable Ohhhhhhh. I nearly fall off the spool as I listened to her climax. I dropped the phone and lost her. I tried to call her back but voice mail is all I got. I can see her in my mind lying in bed trying to catch her breath exhausted after her orgasm, her phone lying on the floor right were she dropped it. Man I wish I could have been there I say to myself. "You and your girlfriend play much baseball?" A voice behind me asks? I turn around to see my grandpa sitting on the porch behind me. No I say, I don't play baseball grandpa, you know that. "I didn't play baseball either he says but that didn't keep me from rounding the bases with a few of my high school girlfriends." I realized that my grandpa heard that whole conversation between my girlfriend and me. Embarrassed I try to explain but he stops me. "Your grandmother and I had our share of ball games." Horrified by the idea of where this conversation was going I tried to stop my grandpa but it didn't work. Grandpa looked at me with a stern eye and factually stated "Your dad wasn't a miracle you know." He reminded me that sex leds to babies and the fact that I have 8 aunt's and uncle's means he and grandma had a lot of sex. My grandfather had that "I'm going to tell you a story" look in his eye. I'd seen it before and I know it meant that I better get comfortable because I was going to get a story whether I liked it or not. My grandfather started by saying "I meet your grandmother in 1941." She was a cheerleader in the same high school that I'm going to now. The same one my father and all my aunts and uncles went to as well. He pulled an old billfold out of his jacket and showed me a picture. It was grandma in her cheerleading uniform hugging my grandfather after a football game. "That was right after homecoming our senior year" he said. "Your grandmother was the prettiest girl in town back then and I was lucky to have her." I must admit she was pretty hot. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a pony tail and her big eyes held me captive as I looked at the old black and white photograph. Her uniform was much more modest then the one my girlfriend wears but it still showed plenty of ivory white skin. She had a beautiful figure with perfect curves and breasts that made me have unnatural thoughts about my grandmother. As I stared at the photograph I felt my grandfather nudge me "your grandma had a great pair of tits didn't she" he said. I was so surprised by his commit I couldn't answer. My grandmother was a Sunday school teacher and my grandfather was a deacon in the church. I couldn't make myself think of them as sexual people but as my grandfather continued he made it clear they had a pretty wild sex life. "The whole time your grandmother and I were together in high school we were playing ball." "The day I got my senior letterman's jacket I gave it to your grandmother, I never wore it." "In the days after I gave her that jacket I got to cuddle with her a little but never anything more." "One night when nether of us were busy with football practice or cheerleading practice or studying we went out on a date." He said there weren't many places to go in a small Texas town back then so you had to be creative. "I decided to take your grandmother fishing. Her little brother went with us at the insistence of her father." "We rode out to the creek on an old wagon that my dad had. It was pulled by the mule team that we used to pull the boll buggy at harvest time. I had packed a picnic lunch and we all sat on the edge of creek and enjoyed life. Her brother decided to go upstream a bit where there was a deep pool. He asked if I wanted to come along but I told him I'd be up later." "I wanted to be alone with the girl that I had fallen in love with, and finally I was. We sat and talked about the future and what we both wanted to do with our lives." He Said "I don't remember a thing that ether of us said that day, all I could do was look at her". "After we talked she scooted up to me and kissed me." "I wasn't sure what to do after that. We cuddled a little and as I held her I was thinking to myself "what am I supposed to do now?" "I soon built up the courage to kiss her back and when I did she immediately wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again." "I started to pull back but she held me close and wouldn't let me break off the kiss." "Luckily for me instinct soon took over and I wrapped my arms around her and we started making out." "We held our bodies close to one another and I could feet her breasts pressing against my chest." "Our tongues touched each other and when they did it felt like little electric shocks." "Her lips left mine and she held me tighter to her chest. She started to kiss my ear and when she did I started to feel a feeling like I never had before." "I felt weak, powerful and scared all at the same time." I thought back to the conversation that I had just had with my girlfriend, "weak legs," and butterflies in my stomach," I know exactly what feeling he was talking about. "Suddenly we heard some twigs snap and some bushes rustle behind us." "We quickly broke of our embrace as her brother walked up holding a stringer of bream." "I think I caught them all" he said "you want to try another pool downstream" he asked no thanks I said." "We had better get back before you dad starts to worry." "We both had a grin on ours faces as we headed home." "When we arrived to her house her dad met us outside. He asked if we had fun and if we had caught anything. Her little brother held up his stringer of fish but I didn't have anything to show him." "I guess I'm not very lucky" I said, trying to hold back the smile that was dying to get out." "No, I guess your not" he replied as he helped his daughter out of the wagon." "She went inside but her dad just stood there glaring at me. I was starting to sweat, could he smell her perfume on me, was I wearing her lipstick." "I had just gotten to first base with his daughter and I was scared out of my mind that I was about to get busted for it." "I felt his heavy hand land on my leg. I looked down and saw that he was smiling. He said "tell your folks hello for me and good luck at the game this Friday" and then he walked away." "I let out a long sigh and headed the mules towards home." "The whole way home all I could think about was that kiss." "I could still smell her perfume. I could still taste her lips. I could still feel her body against mine." My Grandpa looked at me and said, you now what? "After all these years I can still taste that kiss and smell her perfume." "Your grandmother and I had plenty of those make out sessions over the next few weeks, even though your grandmother would never admit to it now, or at least not to you, he said looking over at me." "Each time we did I got a little more relaxed and a little bolder." "The night before Homecoming, the night before that picture was taken; we were at the homecoming bonfire." "Your grandmother and I snuck off to be alone, and for the first time I got to second base." "We started out as usual with plenty of kissing and nibbling on ears and necks but this time I let my hands wander and she did not resist." "I had felt her breasts press against my chest plenty of times but this time I wanted to feel them in my hands." "They felt soft but at the same time firm. I could feel her hard nipples and as I rubbed them she began to moan." "I have never heard a women make sounds like that. I thought that I might be hurting her but when I pulled my hands away she stopped me." "She put my hands back on her breast and moved them in a tight circle around her nipples." "Her moans grew loader and I found myself getting very excited. Her hands left mine as I continued to massage her breast. Her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me close to her body." "My erect penis pressed against her and she begins to grind her body against mine." "Her moans became louder as I rubbed her breast faster and she pressed herself against me harder." "I was feeling that feeling that I had the first time I kissed her but now it is more intense and uncontrollable." "I led her backward until her back was against a tree and pressed my rigid penis against her hips." "To my suppress she pressed her hips back into me and began make sounds that drove my passion further." "My hips began to buck involuntarily as her moans become louder." "Her legs wrap and around my body and suddenly her eyes opened and she screamed." "At the same time a feeling of ecstasy releases in my loins and traveled through out my body." "My legs become weak and I could no longer hold her up." "We both collapsed to the ground exhausted. I looked at her and ask "what was that". She replies that she didn't know but it sure felt good." "After we recovered our strength we got up, straightened out our clothes and made our way back to the bonfire." "The Marching band was playing; we hoped that it was playing loud enough to cover our screams." "We held hands and looked into each others eyes that rest of the night. "That was the night that I knew that I wanted to marry your grandma" my grandfather said. "I knew after that night that she was the only women that I ever wanted to be with." My grandfather rubbed his hands together as he sat in that rocking chair on the front porch of our hunting cabin. He had a look on his face that I had never seen before, one that I can not describe. My girlfriend and I had dry humped before and we have both climaxed as a result of it. But I could not describe my experience as being anything near what my grandfather had just told me about. As I looked at the picture of two teenagers who would one day become my grandparents I realized that they had so much more the lust. They had love. My grandfather and I sat in silence on the porch of the cabin that I had been coming to as long as I could remember. We listened to the crickets chirp and watched the moths fly around a kerosene lamp. The silence was broken when my grandfather said; "we never let things get that far again". "That was not the way a gentlemen treated a lady". "We were inseparable for the rest of the year. We made out a lot but we never let our lust get out of hand." "We both grew up on a farm and we both had an intimate knowledge of the fact that sex leads to babies." "At that time a girl who got pregnant out of wedlock was usually shipped off to a distant relative or to a special home for unwed mothers to stay until there babies were born. They seldom finished school and almost never returned to a normal life. I couldn't live with myself if I had done something like that to your grandmother." "As our senior year wore on, you're grandmother and I spent more and more time talking about our future together." "Nether of us could imagine a life apart from one another. But as we talked about forever both of us, in the back of our minds were worried about what the summer would bring." For me graduation meant not only completing high school but it also meant I was eligible for military service and after the attack on Pearl Harbor we both knew that I had to go." "Several of my friends were planning to enlist in the Marines but my mother begged me not to join them." "My brothers had all joined the Navy and in there letters home they talked about clean sheets and 3 meals a day." "I had to admit that sounded a lot better then getting shot at on the beach, sleeping in the mud and getting occasional meals out of a can." "That convinced me I joined the Navy. When the recruiter asked me what job I wanted to do, I couldn't think of one." "The recruiter suggested that I be a corpsman. He told me about the hospital ships loaded with nurses and about how much I could help others. Sounded good to me and I signed up." "Your grandmother was happy to hear that I would be working at a hospital he said. She couldn't stand the thought of me getting shot at." He grinned at me and said "I didn't tell her about the nurses". "The night before I shipped out I borrowed a car and took your grandmother to a nice restaurant in San Antonio." "We started to see a movie show but when she started to cry during the war news, we decided that a walk along the river would be just as nice." "We sat down under a pecan tree and held each other as we watched the water go by." "The next day I got on a train and left for San Diego." "I would not see your grandmother again for 3 years" my grandfather said. Now when my grandfather starts telling war stories he gets a special look in eye. Today would be no exception. He sat up in his chair and looked at me and said "when I got to basic training I was ready to see some nurses but all I saw was other guys. Turns out those guys were looking for nurses too. It would appear we all got lied to." "Navy corpsmen don't work in hospitals along side nurses." "No" he said, "Navy corpsmen go onto the beaches and take care of Marines when they get shot." "So six months after I told your grandmother that I was not going into harms way I found myself on a Navy troop transport, attached to a bunch of marines, wearing a helmet with a big red X on it." "We were heading to some island in the Pacific Ocean that no one knows the name of." My grandfather asked me "do you know how fast 20 knots is"? No I say. "It's about 17 MPH my grandfather tells me." He then asked "do you know how long it takes to get across the Pacific Ocean going 17 MPH"? I don't know the answer but I'm guessing a long time. "It seems longer when you're jammed into a tin can with about 2000 other men all of whom are very bored and scared he said." "One day," he tells me, "this ship pulls along side us. Sailor's on both ships start shooting lines across to each other and rigging ropes." "A carriage was sent across on the ropes and in the carriage were several white duffle bags." "I had no idea what the bags were," my grandfather said, "but a veteran Marine Sergeant knew exactly what they were. Mail he said, and it's about time." "All personnel return to quarters for mail delivery" a voice said over the ships intercom." "In a large room filled with hundreds of hammocks we gathered and waited for something special from home." "We all got excited when a seaman stepped up on a bucket in the middle of the area where our squad was assigned and he started shouting out names." "He pulled one letter out of the bag and smelled it. He then rubbed the envelope on his shirt and said this one's special." "He shouted out my name and I snatched the letter up before he rubbed anymore of the smell good off it." "My grandfather reached back into that old billfold and pulled out an envelope." "Your grandmother has always had the prettiest hand writing that I have ever seen and when I saw this letter I knew that handwriting instantly." My grandfather held the worn envelope up to his nose and smelled it. "I can still smell the perfume" he said, "but I doubt you'll be able to as he handed me the envelope." As I reached out to take it from him he snatched it back and said "if your grandmother knew that I was letting you see this, she would kill us both". "Me because I showed it and you because you've seen it". I nodded and told him I won't tell anyone and he handed me the envelope. The paper was worn on the edges and looked like it could tear apart at any moment. On the envelope, my grandmother's very neat handwriting could be faintly seen. "Your grandmother had mailed me a lot of letters since I left Texas but this was the first letter that she had sent that had perfume on it and the picture; well look for yourself" he said. I slowly and reluctantly opened the letter. Inside I found a picture wrapped in pink tissue paper. I unwrapped the picture and saw the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Deer Camp Megan stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Catching her reflection in the foggy mirror she congratulated herself for keeping in shape. Not that it was doing her much good since she was alone at home for the fourth weekend in a row. Apparently hanging out with his hunting buddies was more interesting to Kevin than time with his wife. Megan felt a little neglected. Too many weekends spent wrapped around a romance novel when she'd rather be wrapped around something real. The doorbell rang as Megan finished drying. Wrapping her robe around herself she went to answer the door. Who could it be? All of Kevin's friends were either with him or knew he was gone, and her friends wouldn't drop by unannounced. Must be a damn solicitor. With irritation building over having her morning interrupted by an unwanted salesman, Megan cinched her robe tightly and opened the door. Two salesmen stood lazily on the doorstep. It took Megan a few seconds to shift gears and realize these fellows weren't salesmen after all. Salesmen don't often wear camouflage outfits and blaze-orange vests. Megan's face went from irritated to surprised, with a touch of worry with the thought that maybe these fellows were here to spread bad news about a hunting accident. "Boy, if I had a wife who looked like you I don't think I'd be off hunting" exclaimed the shorter of the two, a wide smile spreading across his face. His smile melted away any fears that this was bad news knocking at the door. "Please excuse Brett's manner" said the second, putting his hand to his forehead and shaking his head with mock dismay. "He's a bit lacking in the social graces. I'm Adam. Mr. Manners here is Brett. We're friends of your husband." Adam pushed a lean and muscular hand forward for a handshake. Megan was a bit surprised at the gentleness in his grip. Not the typical meat-crusher grab she had expected. Despite many tales of past hunting conquests, as long Megan had known Kevin he always came home empty-handed. She suspected that deer hunting had more to do with a bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer and telling tall tales than it had with hunting. Though Brett and Adam's names were familiar from the stories of old, Megan had never met either of them. Nor most of Kevin's hunting crowd for that matter. And she was sure she would have remembered these two if she had. Both strikingly handsome in their own ways: Brett had a rugged outdoorsy look, with slightly long dark hair and brown eyes. He had a short deer-camp beard. Most guys would simply look like they needed a shave, but on Brett it was flattering. Adam was blonde, with short-styled hair and a fresh shave. Megan blinked twice taking in his movie-star good looks. Adam riveting blue eyes captured Megan's gaze and he continued, "We had to come into town and ... this might sound a bit odd ... Kevin asked us to get you while we were here." "What do you mean 'Get me'?" asked Megan. "Bring you back to camp." "Why?" Adam looked a bit embarrassed. Brett chimed in with an answer, "He got himself a 12-point buck and he wants you to see it before Curt cuts it up for meat." Megan started to reply, then stopped. Instead she invited the men in to continue their conversation. As the men took seats in the living room, Megan went to the kitchen to fetch coffee. A whirlwind of thoughts crossed her mind. It was bad enough to be deserted on weekends, but she had even less interest in camping, and the thought of ooh-ing and ah-ing over a dead carcass didn't ring her bell either. And who the hell did he think he was sending his buddies to 'get' her like one of his belongings? Intermingled with these thoughts was a running debate in her mind. Which of the two men was the best looking? She wavered between Brett's swashbuckling smile and Adam's riveting eyes. Damn. They are both hot! I can't decide! Megan returned to the living room with fresh coffee and a few pastries, then sat down across from the men. After the thank-you's and your-welcomes Megan asked, "So you're supposed to bring me back to camp?" noting the sharpness in her own voice. "Yes" muttered both men. "Um, and he figured you could help Curt package up the meat" said Brett. They could tell she wasn't happy. "He was rather insistent" added Adam, avoiding her eyes. Megan was upset. And angry. Just who did Kevin think he was sending his cronies -- albeit good looking cronies -- to 'get' her like she was a fishing rod or bird dog. She wasn't his toy to be left behind then summoned as he saw fit. The more Megan thought about it the angrier she became. The dutiful little wife with nothing better to do than to wait patiently at home until such time as she can meet his needs. Adam and Brett both saw the flush rising in her face. And they saw something else. Despite obviously trying to avoid eye contact, Megan noticed that the two men kept making quick darting glances towards her, then just as quickly, looking away. It wasn't hard to figure out what was catching their attention. In her distraction her robe had opened slightly, revealing more cleavage than decorum allows. Later, looking back on this moment Megan was never sure quite what made her do what she did next. Maybe it was an attempt at grabbing back some control of her own life, of her self. Maybe it was to get back just a little bit at Kevin. Or maybe it was the meeting of a basic need that had been denied. It wasn't anything earth-shattering, but it wasn't at all in character. While the men's eyes continued their odd dance, Megan leaned forward to get a pastry from the coffee table, intentionally letting the front of her robe drop open even further. How much she revealed, she wasn't quite sure. What she was sure of was that the dancing eyes had stopped and were fixated on her as she sat back and took a bite from her pastry. She liked how it made her feel to have two men... No. Two good looking men, look at her like that. Almost without realizing what she was doing she took a bite from her pastry in way what would best be described as sensually. "What am I doing?", she thought to herself as she looked at the men and smiled. "So you guys are supposed to get me?", she said with a tone quite different than before. "Then take me back to camp?". The men nodded. Brett shifted a bit in his seat. Megan leaned forward again to put her pastry back on her plate, lingering just long enough that this time they all knew it was no accident. "You guys are both supposed to get me" she said. This time a statement rather than a question. "I guess if that's what Kevin wants, that's what had better happen." Adam's clear-blue gaze met her eyes as the mutual understanding of what she was saying sunk in. Megan felt her heart quicken in the undertow of those eyes. Adam crossed the room and sat on the sofa next to Megan. Leaning toward her he assured "Look, we didn't want to upset you or cause any problems..." The rising tide won out as Megan met him midway and the conversation was cut short in a deep kiss. With the same firm and gentle way he shook hands, Adam reached forward and parted the front of her robe, briefly cupping her breasts before pushing the robe off her shoulders and down to her waist. His eyes again met hers for a second before he took an erect nipple into his mouth. Megan gasped slightly leaning back against the sofa and rolling her head back with eyes closed, taking in every erotic sensation. As she opened her eyes she saw Brett, still sitting in the rocking chair, one hand rubbing against the front of his jeans, his hardened cock clearly outlined in denim. "You too" she mouthed wordlessly, with a look who's meaning could not be misunderstood. Brett removed his shirt as he crossed the room, revealing his well-muscled chest and narrow waist. Though in the end they all ended up nude, this was the only time Megan noticed either of the men undressing. She was otherwise occupied. Brett sat next to her on the opposite side and once again she was deep within a kiss. Brett's whiskers tickled lightly. There would be no confusing one for the other. Meanwhile Adam continued to suckle her breast, while Brett caressed the other. Brett was just a little rougher in his touch, different than Allen's, but equally exciting -- again, there was no confusing who was who. Megan slid a hand onto each man's lap, somewhat surprised but pleased to discover both men's jeans were open and cocks at full attention. It was unbelievable -- she had two men's attention on her and her alone, and a cock in each hand. She gently stroked both men, as their hips rose and fell to meet her hand. Adam pulled away and untied and opened the robe from around Megan's hips revealing her engorged and glistening wet pussy. Adam paused to admire her neatly trimmed pubic hair before Megan felt the tip of his tongue begin to lightly tease her clit. Megan pushed her pussy forward into his warm lips, again letting out an involuntary gasp. Brett and Adam appeared to have some sort of unspoken communication as they pushed away the coffee table and guided Megan onto her back on the soft carpet. She could no longer reach those wonderful cocks but as Adam pushed his mouth deeply between her legs and Brett took one breast into his mouth and the other into his hand, she didn't care. She had never been so completely engulfed in sensual experiences. She pulled Brett's face tight to her breast and rocked her pussy to Adams eager tongue. She felt as he entered her first with one finger, then two, fucking her pussy to the rhythm of her hips. His other hand was under her bottom holding her pussy firmly against his eager mouth. The rhythm of Megan's hips increased as the sexual tension built. Adam stopped for a moment. Looking up she saw him nude above her -- she couldn't help but think of Michelangelo's David. She could feel him guiding his cock into her gushing pussy and his mons pressing tightly against her clit. Megan reached for Brett's cock, pulling it toward her mouth. He didn't need any more encouragement and moved himself to where she could turn her head and take his cock fully into her mouth and caress his balls with her hand. Adam pushed his mouth to her abandoned breast. The tempo and the passion continued to rise. It was Brett who came first as Megan took him deeply, nearly pulling his balls into her mouth. Megan continued to suck on his still firm cock as she reached her own sexual abandon, thrusting her pussy madly onto Adam's cock. As Megan's pussy spasmed, Adam too was pushed over the precipice with a guttural release. The drive to deer camp was mostly uneventful. Megan rode in the front seat of the pickup between Adam and Brett, the physical contact was a constant reminder of the morning's intimacies. Kevin met the truck as they pulled into camp. He didn't look happy. What took you so damn long? Did you all go on vacation or something? Fucking around while I'm here waiting? Kevin hadn't meant that literally, but the involuntary reactions he got to those words spoke volumes. Christ! You WERE fucking around... Fucking! Weren't you! Allen spoke up immediately. Kevin, it was my fault. If you need to take this out on someone take it out on me... Kevin looked Allen straight in the eye, then Brett. "I've got no issue with either of you. You two are just a couple of randy hound dogs who apparently came across a bitch in heat. You don't owe me any particular loyalty." "You on the other hand", he said to Megan "did betray me." Megan looked at the ground, a knot rising in her throat. "Kevin, seriously, I...", Adam again tried to speak but Kevin waved him off. "You are nothing but a slut!" Kevin told Megan, almost loud enough for all to hear. You are a shameless slut!" "I'm not shameless." Megan fought back tears. "I am so sorry. I'm ashamed of what I did. I was mad at you and I don't really know why I did what I did. I don't know what came over me, but I'd do anything to make it up to you." Kevin stood silent for several minutes, absorbed in thought. "You're a slut, and have embarrassed your husband." he said. "Now you say it" "I'm a slut", said Megan, in barely a whisper "and I've embarrassed my husband". By this time the commotion had drawn an audience. "Loud enough for everyone to hear", Kevin barked. Megan looked around at all the eyes on her. She had never felt so humiliated but at the same time she felt somehow energized. She repeated her admission in a clear tone. Kevin looked at her with a look she had never seen before. "You admit you have been a naughty girl, that you have been a slut and embarrassed your husband. Are you willing to accept punishment for what you have done in return for my forgiveness?" "What?" Kevin repeated himself. "What sort of punishment?" said Megan. "Just like any naughty girl would get. A spanking." Megan again replied in a clear voice "Yes, I have been naughty and need a spanking". Kevin sat on a chair-sized tree stump. "Pull down your pants" he said. "I agreed to a spanking, but I'm not going to pull my pants down in front of all these guys", said Megan. Kevin stood up. "If you want me to forgive you, you will do exactly what I tell you and accept your punishment. And no more back talk! Now pull down your pants." The tone of Kevin's voice told Megan there was no question he was serious. She slowly undid her belt, unzipped her pants, then slipped them down to around her ankles. "The panties too." Megan started to speak, then stopped and gave Kevin a pleading look. His expression meant business. It was clear this wasn't going to be negotiable. A blush rose in her face. Megan slowly pulled her panties down around her ankles as well, knowing that all eyes were on her. She stood facing Kevin with her hands trying to hide her bare pussy, but there was nothing that could be done about her very exposed bottom. Kevin sat back down on the stump. "Assume the position," he barked. Megan looked over her shoulder. All eight guys, including Brett and Adam had their eyes fixed on her naked bottom. She bent over on Kevin's lap, knees on the ground. It was only then she realized her pussy was exposed. And it was no coincidence the audience moved to get a better view of just that. Megan felt embarrassed and humiliated. She had been bad, but did she really deserve this? But most confusing was that there was now no denying where that energy was coming from: she was getting turned on. A small tear of moisture ran down her leg from her pussy. All Megan could think of was the fact that her ass and pussy were exposed for all the world to see, and she liked it. Maybe she really was a slut. But if this was what it meant to be a slut, she guessed she liked being a slut. The first swat came without warning, and was much harder than she had expected. It hurt and felt good at the same time. She deserved to be punished and it felt good, bad, ... everything at once. The mixture of emotion was so profoundly confusing and intense. The nakedness, the embarrassment, the pain, the following warmth... Another swat, even harder than the first. By now Megan was sure everyone knew she was getting turned on as her pussy felt swollen. Oh god, what is Kevin going to think about that?! Even that thought turned in on itself with the tangle of emotion and heightened her arousal. Smack, smack, smack. The spanking continued for several minutes. Kevin was not brutal by any means, but he did mean business. By the time it was over tears were running down Megan's cheeks. She wondered if anyone would tell that she had come twice. "Stand up and get dressed." Megan stood and again saw her appreciative audience. Only Brett and Adam were without smiles. She would have to let them know later that it was OK. Megan felt a measure of reluctance as she pulled her panties and pants up to cover her naked self. Up until this moment she had no idea she had such a serious exhibitionist streak. She wished she was removing her remaining clothing rather than covering up. She winced as she pulled her pants over her now tender bottom. "We'll put something on that" said Kevin in a tender tone Megan hadn't heard for a long time. He acted like nothing had happened. "Did you like that?" he said low enough that no one else could hear. Megan nervously admitted yes. Kevin nodded and smiled a satisfied smile. Epilogue: Megan focused the camera on Kevin as he posed proudly with his prize buck. Suddenly the camera began to make a horrible sound. Megan threw the camera on the ground as the sound got louder and louder. Megan closed her eyes afraid it was going to blow up or something. The sound continued endlessly. When she opened her eyes the sound was still there but everything else had changed. As she focused on her surroundings she recognized... her bedroom. And the alarm clock continued to blare. "Oh my god!" Megan exclaimed out loud. The dream had seemed so real. Megan shivered. Certainly she had fantasies, but fantasies were best left as such and she would never think of acting on them. As she took her morning shower she reflected on how real the dream had seemed. Kevin was indeed out hunting this weekend, but as far as the rest... she sighed with relief. The doorbell rang. Deer Camp My grandmother was lying on her back on a sheep skin rug. Her back was arched as she pushed her chest out. Her auburn hair was flowing across the rug and framed her face perfectly. Her eyes large and inviting. Her lips were full and sexy but no smile to be seen this time, it was replaced with a naughty grin. The curves that I had seen in the earlier picture were now exposed. Her large firm breasts were held in place by a black lace bra the straps of which she had pulled down off her shoulder. She was wearing black lace panties and a black garter belt. Her black hose had lace on the top. I could not look away. From the delicate curve of her back to the way her black lingerie contrasted with her Ivory white skin, she was perfect. I felt dirty for staring but at the same time she was I could not help myself. Speechless, I handed the photograph back to my granddad. "She's the most beautiful I have ever seen" he said as he gently caressed her image with his fingers. "I can't began to tell you how many nights I spent sitting in a hole on some island with this picture in one hand and a gun in the other" he said as he carefully placed it back in its envelope. "Every day of that war I was reminded of what I had at home by that picture, she is what I was fighting for." He told me that he's never had phone sex but he regularly had mail sex. "A dirty sex story I guess, and I was one of the main characters" he said. "Those stories provided me with all the reason I needed to jerk off". "Jerk off"; my grandfather had just said "Jerk off". I didn't think he even knew the meaning of the word, but at this point nothing surprised me. He told me that there were plenty of other pictures but they were for his eyes only. "As the years went by and the war ended I found my self on a bus back home" he said. "I couldn't get of hold of the family" he said. "It was harvest time and they were in the fields. I left a message for them at the store but it did not get to them before I arrived. I found my family right were I thought they'd be, in the cotton field." "I hadn't seen my family in 3 years but all I could think about was your grandma. I went straight to her house." "I found your grandmother cleaning up after lunch" he said. "Her father was in the fields and so was her brother. Her mom had gone to town for supplies. We were alone." "I had been staring at that sexy body and reading those sexy letters for 3 years, I was horny" he said. "We didn't even say hello. I scooped her up and carried her to her bed. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed everything within reach of her lips. I tossed her on the bed and she pulled me on top of her." "Her legs wrapped around me as she pulled my hips into hers." "I kissed her lips and held her body close to mine. I could feel her breast press against my chest; they felt closer with each breath." "I could feel my penis grow hard and I know she could to because was rubbing herself against it." "I wanted her and she wanted me" he said. "No manners here" he said "we wanted sex". "As I kissed her ears and neck my hands slide up her cotton dress. She panted and thrusted her hips into mine, her hands undid my pants." "I stepped back to take in the sight of the most lovely women I had ever seen; and then I slipped her dress over her head." "Lying there her panties and bra she struck a pose that I had seen in so many of the pictures she sent me" he said. "I couldn't help myself; I jumped face first into her panties. My hands were feeling the breast that I had dreamt about so many times and my tongue was exploring a place that it had never been." "My tongue had found a spot that she liked. As my tongue did circles around the hard little bump her hips rose up to meet me." "Her hands were in my hair and she was pulling me closer to her private place. My hands had left her breast and where now exploring that warm wet place that I had wanted for so long." "My fingers were sliding in and out of her and my tongue was going around and around. Her breathing was deep and fast. Her hips were bucking in rhythm with my thrusting fingers." "We went faster and faster until we reached her peak." "I could feel the walls of her vagina clamp down on my fingers. She pulled my hair and pushed my face hard against her. When she relaxed I could feel her wetness trickle down my fingers." "She lay motionless for a moment." "As she recovered I kept exploring her body. I wanted to kiss the breasts that I had longed to hold for so long" he said. "I laid a trail of kisses up to her chest; I kissed the soft smooth skin of her breast and licked her nipple. I felt her hands on my back and I felt my shirt being pulled off. She put her hands on my bare chest and rolled me onto my back." "She had a naughty smile that I had never seen before." "As she pulled off my pants my manhood stood there before her it was clear that I wanted her" he said. "We didn't waste anymore time. She climbed on top of me" he said "and for the first time I felt myself slide into the women I love." "Her finger nails dug into to my chest as her hips rose and fell over me. Ours eyes were locked onto one another. Our breathing and our movement were synchronized. We moved as a couple in love. Two people one movement that moved faster and faster." "Soon we were slamming our bodies together as were moved towards our goal. I could feel that familiar feeling coming over me as she began to moan. Then all at once our bodies stiffened in climax." "She collapsed on top of me. Our sweaty lustful bodies satisfied for the moment." "At that moment, she told me something I'll never forget" my grandpa said. She said "welcome home". My grandpa laughed and slapped my leg. "That phrase has always reminded me of that day." "Your grandmother used to smack me whenever I smile after someone said"; "welcome home" he said "I guess she just accepts it now." "Well, we got married that very day" he said. "It's been happily ever after ever since." I guess I had a pretty strange look on my face because my grandpa asked me if I was alright. I had never heard, or even suspected that my grandparents could have had such a lustful history. "Sex then was just as much fun as sex now" he said as he walked back into the cabin. I dialed my girlfriend's number again. I wanted to tell her this story that I had just been told but I didn't know how I was going to explain it. She didn't answer; I guess she had fallen asleep after our earlier orgasmic phone call. Just as well I thought, this is a story that is better told in person.