0 comments/ 56832 views/ 3 favorites Coeds at Camp By: Spengler "A nudist camp?" Margie Stone's eyes grew as large as the saucer under her cup. Several of the Starbucks customers turned from the their lattes and stared. "Shhh! You don't have to announce it to the world!" Tina hissed. "A nudist camp!" "Jeez, Margie, keep it down! I had like twenty places on my list. I didn't read the ad carefully." Margie shook her head. Her short black hair bounced. "I love you, Tina Lambert -- you're my best friend. But, God, you are such a klutz!" "Hey, it's a job." "You're not seriously thinking about it, are you?" Tina said nothing, just stared at the creamy goo in her cup. "My God, you are!" "Mr. Samuels -- he runs the place -- he said he thought I'd do fine." "I'm sure he did! Was his dick in his hand when he said it?" A prickle of pink rose on Tina's throat. "No! I mean, how would I know? He was wearing a pullover and tennis shorts. Besides, he's an old guy -- probably forty. Not bad looking though." "I cannot believe you, Tina-Marina. I cannot fucking believe you! If you had red hair I'd call it Lucy Goes to the Nudist Colony. I'm sitting here listening to this like fucking Ethel." "I thought it was, like, a summer camp for kids," Tina said. She brightened. "It's real pretty, though. Whispering Pines. Doesn't that sound like a nice place? Margie shook her head. "How about you? What did you find today?" Tina asked. "I hit every fucking place in Eastgate Mall. Old Navy has one sales job open -- about a thousand people were there to apply." "Looks like another tour at Mickey Dees for you!" Tina said smugly. Margie stirred her coffee idly. "So what's it like?" she asked. Were there a lot of naked people? Do the guys' cocks stay hard? Were people fucking in the woods?" Tina blushed. "Jeez, Margie, it's not like that. I mean, you know, it's more like the country club. Swimming pool. Volleyball. Tennis courts. Things like that. Anyway, it doesn't open for another week. I didn't see any members" Margie raised an eybrow. "All kinds of physical activities, huh?" Tina sighed. "You're hopeless! Besides, it's a clothing optional resort. You don't have to take your clothes off. I'll probably get a couple more bikinis." "Oh, yeah right, sweetie. They hired you for your IQ. I'm sure the guy took a look at this little honey-blonde, blue-eyed dreamboat and thought, Hey, this chick will look great in a two-piece! Face it, doll, he's probably thinking about you and strokin' his poke right now." "Margie! It's not like that!!" "Okay, okay. So it's scout camp with no place to pin the merit badges. What are you going to be doing at Blistering Pines -- besides giving head to the camp counselor?" "It's Whispierinig Pines, Margie. I start in the cafe until I can --" "Wait a minute! You're flipping burgers naked at a pervert palace? Jeez, Marie! At least I get an ugly blue uniform at Mickey Dees!" "But there are other things, too!" Tina was defensive. "Do me a favor, sweetheart," Margie laughed. "Wear something on top. I hate to think of hot grease splattering all over those apple-tits!" "Okay, laugh, Marge -- at least I'll get six hundred a week while you're getting six bucks a hour to say, wanna hot apple pie with that?" Margie's latte stopped halfway to her mouth. "Six hundred a week?" "I'll be lying at the pool in the evening while you're explaining for the twentieth time why the milkshake machine doesn't work!" "Wait a minute. Did you say six hundred a week?" "Yeah, that's right. Maybe if they let you table dance at Mickey Dees you can make three hundred." "Tina, six hundred a week is more than seventh thousand dollars for the summer!" "Yeah. I know -- I got C's in math." "That's tuition, books and fuck-around money left over." "Yeah." Margie stared at Tina for a long moment. "Do they have anymore openings?" she asked. Laci Roosevelt leaned back in her chair and stretched long legs over the metal desk. Muscled thighs bulged from a very tight, very short black skirt. "Mr. Sam picked a real pair this time," she said. Tina and Margie stood before her in tee-shirts and shorts, their hands primly behind their backs. "You two got your health department papers?" "Yes, ma'am." "Yes, ma'am." The girls fished in their handbags and put the papers on the desk. "Either of you got experience," Laci asked as she scanned the papers. "Two summers under the arches," Margie said. "Three summers with the king," Tina said. "Well, it ain't that frantic here. No excuse for fuck-ups, if you get my drift," Laci said. "Yes, ma'am." The girls nodded. The woman swung her legs from the desk and rose from her chair. And rose. The girls' eyes widened. Laci Roosevelt was six feet tall, black as the telephone on the desk, and had legs that made Tina Turner's look like soda straws. A taut six-pack peeked out from under a black hammock full of ebony breasts. She walked to a metal cabinet. "I'll get your uniforms," she said. Tina looked at Margie and smiled. Laci tossed two baseball caps on the desk. "There," she said. The girls stared at the caps. Each had Whispering Pines embroideried on the front. "Where's the rest?" Margie asked. "There ain't no rest." "Mr. Samuels said this was a clothing optional resort," Tina said. "That's right -- and I opt that you ain't gonna wear no clothes," Laci replied. "You mean, we've gotta work -- naked?" Tina said, not taking her eyes from the caps. "Nekkid as September Morn, bare as the day you were born. Look, girlfriends, if I wanted a Today's Gourmet award-winning chef I'd hired a fat gay guy with a prick the size of a cocktail sausage. Hot Twat is not on the menu, but it's what drags 'em in." Tina and Margie stared at the caps, then at each other. "You creampuffs in or out?" Laci asked. Neither girl said anything. "Tips is real good," Laci said. "Well --" Margie said. Laci slapped the desk. "Good! Now, keep those pretty locks tucked under the caps. The health department keeps a close eye on us here, if you know what I mean." The girls picked up the caps gingerly. "Which reminds me of something else," Laci said. "What?" Margie asked. "Drop your drawers." "What?" Tina dropped her jaw. "You heard me, doff the Dockers. Lose the Levis. I gotta check something." The girls stared at each other. "Oh, for crissakes! I'm gonna see more of your little asses this summer than your mammas ever did. Shed the shorts!" Margie shrugged, opened the button on her jeans shorts, and pushed them down enough to reveal the band of her black bikini briefs. "Margie!" "What are you looking at?" Margie snapped. "Nothing," Tina said. "Hey, Tina-Marina, this was your idea!" "Yeah, but you coulda told me I was crazy, Marge." Tina slowly unbuttoned her own shorts and pushed them down just enough to reveal the white cotton panties. Laci stood with her hands on her hips. "Down with the diapers, too, ladies," she said. Tina blushed. "I --" "You what?" "I mean, I -- we--we've never seen each other -- that way" Tina said. Laci smirked. "And they told me you two was close friends!" she said. Margie looked at Tina and shrugged. "What the hell." She shoved her panties down. A little triangle of black down stood out in stark contrast to the white skin of her thighs. "What are you staring at? she demanded again. Tina turned bright red. "Ain't that cute," Laci said. "Your turn, Tinkerbell." Tina turned her face away, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pushed them down until the dark blonde vee became visible. Laci clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Just what I thought," she said. "Fuzz! Fuzz gotta go!" "What?" Margie stiffened and her shorts fell to her ankles. "Ladies, fur-burgers is just a figure of speech. Ain't nobody want pubes on their plates. The thatch leaves the snatch!" "Where's Mr. Samuels?" Tina demanded. "I want to talk to him." "He's down on the coast opening Whispering Seabreezes. I'm in charge for a week," Laci said. "I think we made a mistake!" Tina whispered. Margie ignored her. "Just how big are the tips, Laci?" she asked. Laci grinned, displaying a keyboard of ivory. "Honey, every waitress knows the theory of tits for tips. The more jiggle -- the more jingle. Just imagine what they pay for a full front cunt." "I don't believe it!" Tina whispered. "Where do they carry their cash?" "Be quiet, Tina-Marina." Margie said. She looked down at her tiny muff and tweaked a sprig. "It'll grow back, sweetie," Laci said. "Margie! We can't-- " "Shut up, Tina-Marina." "That's the ticket, thin the thicket!" Laci said. She went to the cabinet and took out a towel and cardboard box, cleared away papers on the desk with the sweep of a thick black arm and spread the towel. "You're the plucky one, Snow White," she said to Margie. "You go first." She patted the towel. "Step right up to Laci's Salon. We'll trim that crotch a notch." "Here? Right now?" . "No time like the present." Margie looked at Tina. "Seven thousand dollars -- plus tips. Just keep saying that over and over, Tina," she said. She took a deep breath, then stepped out of her panties. Tina instinctively pulled her own back up over her little mound as she watched Margie's pale pear bottom cheeks move to the table. "That's it, girlfriend, just sit right up here and open wide," Laci said. Margie perched and opened her mouth open. "Got a real smart-ass here, don't we?" She grasped Margie's thighs and pulled them apart, forcing the girl back on her elbows. "Ow!" Tina drew a sharp breath as her friend's naked vulva came fully into view. Its pink cleft peeked demurely from the dark strands. "Now ain't that a cute little thing," Laci said. "Bet your boyfriend loves that!" It was Margie's turn to blush. Laci took scissors from the box, twirled a curl of Margie's dark down between her thumb and forefinger, and clipped it neatly near the base. She held the sprig up and turned to Tina. "Wanna souvenier?" Tina shook her head. Laci dropped the curl and it wafted lazily into a wastebasket. "Ah, be real careful down there, Laci," Margie said. "Don't sweat it, sweetie. I ain't gonna hurt you. You'll find out Laci don't let nothin' bad happen to her girls." She clipped the hair away and Tina saw her friend's vermilion slit come into view. "Uh, you're not, like -- a lesbo or something are you, Laci?" Margie asked. "Hell of a question to ask a woman who's got scissors poised at your pussy," Laci said. She laughed. "Nah, I like men -" "That's a relief," Margie sighed. "--most of the time. But you know what they say -- nothin' could be finer than a tender young vagina in the mornin'!" "Shit!" Margie whispered. Tina's hand instinctively covered her crotch. Margie stared down at the stubble between her legs as Laci put away the scissors. "That's ugly," she said. "Ain't done, sweetie." She took a spray bottle from the box and shot a heavy mist onto Margie's denuded crotch. "Ooh! What's that?" "Just God's own pure water, honey. You lean back now." The woman took a can of Colgate menthol shaving cream from the box, squirted a large dollop onto her long fingers and began massaging it on. The girl's green eyes flickered, then glossed. "That ain't bad, is it, sweetie-pie?" "No, I guess not. I mean, it doesn't hurt. It --" Laci chuckled. "Seven thousand dollars," Tina said softly "Yeah," Margie said. "It's the money. Seven thousand -- oohh!" "I guess that's about got it covered." Laci laughed. She took a straight razor from the box. "Oh, shit!" Tina exclaimed, then slapped her hand over her mouth. "Don't worry, ladies. I ain't never damaged the merchandise -- yet. Now you be real still, Snow White." "I'm a statue!" Margie said. Laci scraped the blade carefully downward, removing the cream and the last vestiges of Margie's pubic hair. "You okay, Marge?" Tina asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm, ummm, okay." Laci sprayed the vulva again then patted it dry with a towel. "How does that look, sweetheart?" Margie bent forward. "I look like a little girl!" "Ain't seen no little girl with a gash like that," Laci said. She shook some liquid from a small bottle into the palm of one hand, then slapped it between Margie's legs. "Yeoww! That stings!" "Don't want no infection, doll. Little dab of Chanel No. 5 will keep the germs away. Ass off the desk, Snow White." Laci lifted Margie like a rag-doll and sat her on her feet, then turned to Tina. "Next," she said and grinned. "You know, I've never really looked at one of these up close," Margie Stone said. "Are they all about the same, Laci?" She stood behind the big woman bent at the waist and staring between Tina Lambert's wide-stretched legs. "What is this, a freaking biology lab?" Tina said, tugging her tee-shirt as far down as it would go. "Pretty much the same," Laci said as she clipped at the dark blonde tuft. "Different sizes, different ages. Actually, y'all white girls all look alike." "What about that?" Margie pointed at the pink clitoris peeking through the remaining down. "Hmm." Laci grasped the little button between her thumb and forefinger. "Ohhh!" "I think she's got you beat by a couple of millimeters," Laci said, then clipped another curl. "Oh, can I have that?" Margie asked. "I ain't got no use for it," Laci handed her the strand. "Margie! Are you a freaking perv or something?" Tina hissed. Margie shrugged as she examined the little curl. "Nah. But when the guys ask if you're really a blonde --" "Margie Stone! You do and I'll -- woo-hoo!" The stream of cool water from Laci's bottle hit its target. "Oh! Can I do the next part?" Margie asked. "Margie!" "Why not," Laci said and squirted a small mound of cream onto the girl's fingers. "Margie! You better not -- you---ohh! Ohh!" "Am I doing it right?" "Yeah, baby, but you don't have to rub so hard. I don't want no orgasms on my desk. That's enough." "Okay. Can I --" Tina raised up on her elbows. "NO!" Laci laughed. "I reckon I better do the next part -- don't want no blood on the desk neither." "What's yours like?" Margie asked as she watched Laci scrape away the cream with the razor. "I mean, I bet it's really -- you know, big!" "Gettin' a little personal for first day on the job, ain't you, sweetcakes? Step back a bit, hon -- I don't want to accidentally slice off that pretty pug nose." "I was just wondering." "Jeez, Marge -- let the woman concentrate on what she's doing!" Tina said, peering down the length of her abdomen. "You was just wondering if black women had big pussies and black men had big dicks. You was just stereotypin', wasn't you?" said as she finished shaving Tina. "No. Well, I was just curious." Laci sprayed Tina again and daubed her dry. "Well, Snow White, there ain't many secrets at Whispering Pines." She shook some perfume into her palm. "Maybe you two will learn a lot of things!" she grinned and slapped it onto the bare vulva. "YEEK!" "Now ain't y'all purty." Laci Roosevelt stood with her hands on her hips surveying her work. Tina and Margie stood before her in nothing but tee-shirts, sandals and Whispering Pines ball caps. "Smooth as a baby's butt," Laci said. "Now, y'all keep 'em that way -- I ain't got time to go shavin' no twinkie-twats every morning. "Yes, ma'am," the girls said in chorus. "I got stuff to do. I'm gonna take you over to Maribeth. She's the rec director. She'll show you around the place." "Uh, Laci?" Margie said. "What?" "Are we supposed to go like this?" Margie said, looking down at her half-naked body. "Heavens, no!" Laci said. She grinned with her white keyboard teeth. "Get rid of them tee-shirts." Coeds at Camp Ch. 02 "I cannot believe you, Margie Stone!" Tina Lambert said as the girls followed Laci Roosevelt across the neatly-clipped lawn of Whispering Pines Resort. Margie held up her left hand. She had fashioned the sprig of Tina's pubic hair into a pinkie ring. "Yeah, I guess I got a little carried away back there. It's not everyday that you see Sheba the Amazon Queen cut the fur off your best friend's twat." "Watch that Sheba shit!" Laci called over her shoulder. "This feels weird." Tina said. "Being shaved? Yeah. It's like you never miss it till it's gone." "No, silly. I mean walking around with no clothes on," Tina said. "Oh, yeah -- that, too." Tina stared at her friend's breasts. "What are you gawking at?" "So those are 34C's, huh? They don't look that big." "Well, they're 34C's, I promise, battery pack!" "Battery pack?" "Yeah, that's my new name for you and those double-A's" "Hey! These are 34B's!" "Whatever!" "You need to get some sunscreen," Tina said. "That's true. I can't shade mine with the bill of my cap like you can, Tina-Marina." "Real high SPF Factor," Tina said. "Stop staring at my tits, Tina! I'm self-conscious enough as it is walking around bare-ass naked!" "Yeah, I know what you mean. At least there's nobody around." "Hey!" a male voice called out. The girls saw a tall blond youth skimming a net across the glistening pool. He was slender and muscled and wore nothing but a smile. He waved. "Shit!" Margie hissed. A hand went to her crotch, the other arm across her bare breasts. "Double shit!" Tina said. She clamped her thighs together and waddled. Laci looked back and laughed.. "That's just Tommy. He's the resident pool-boy and lifeguard. You'll be seeing a lot of him." "I don't think there's much more to see," Margie said. Her eyes focused on the bare dick dangling from a tangle of blond curls. "Hey, Tommy! You seen Maribeth?" Laci yelled. "She and Fred were by the pavillion just a minute ago." "Okay. This is Tina and Margie -- new girls at the cafe." "Pleased to meet you!" Margie took her arm from her breasts just long enough to toss a quick wave. Tina bobbed a quick bow, keeping her thighs together. They followed Laci around the corner of the large, open-sided picnic pavillion. "Is he still looking at us?" Tina whispered. Margie glanced over her shoulder. "Yeah" "Jeez, I've never had anybody, you know -- stare at my bare butt!" Margie looked again. "You have now. Great smile, though." "Jeez!" "Maribeth! Maribeth Perkins!" Laci called out. "Over here, Laci!" A woman's head appeared above a hedgerow. "There you are!" "Sorry, Lace. Just finishing up a little business." "Shit! Don't they have indoor plumbing here?" Margie whispered. The head was tanned, smiling, blue-eyed, and bore a pile of platinum hair. "Got some folks you need to meet -- oh, for chrissakes, Maribeth! Couldn't you go inside to do that!" Laci looked down over the bushes. "Sorry. Suddenly got the urge," the blonde head said. "You need to meet the Bobbsey Twins. This here's Tina and Margie. Come on up, girls -- don't be bashful," Laci said. "I'm not ready for this," Tina whispered. The girls approached timidly. "Hi!" Maribeth said cheerily. "Sorry I can't shake hands right now." "That's quite all right," Margie said. They peered over the hedge. "This is Fred. He runs the pro shop," Maribeth said. "Hello," a smiling mouth said from amidst a flame-red beard and mustache. "Jeez!" Tina exclaimed. The tanned, compactly-muscled body of the recreation director was astride the long prostrate form of the pro shop director. "Sorry," Maribeth shrugged. "This is something of a first-day tradition." "Yeah, tradition is important," Tina said staring at the point where the two bodies made a ninety degree intersection at the crotches. "I wanted you to show the newbies around, Maribeth. But --" Laci said. "No problem, Lace. We were just finishing up. Pleased to meet you, girls --Ohh!" Maribeth stiffened and her eyes crossed for an instant. "And Fred's pleased to meet you, too!" she laughed. "I got stuff to do in the office," Laci said. "Take care of my little kum-twats. They're in number twelve." "My pleasure, Lace. Later." The big woman strode away, leaving the girls staring down at the coitus interruptus. "Um, Maribeth, Tina and me will be over by the pavillion," Margie said. "We want to get a good look at that water hydrant." Maribeth waved her off. "Nah, stay right there. W'ere almost done." "Uh, we don't want to --" Maribeth suddenly arched her back, raising a pair of huge tanned breasts. "Mmm. I think you girls have re-inspired Fred!" "Jeez!" "God, look at those cantaloupes!" Margie whispered, her eyes growing wide. Maribeth raised her body, revealing a long white shaft impaled in her hairless crotch. "Look at the length of that thing!" Tina whispered. "Fred's famous for his long-stroke," Maribeth said as she lowered herself onto the cock. The girls watched speechless as the woman repeated the the rhythm, picking up speed with each stroke. "That thing must be up under her belly button," Tina said. Maribeth's breasts jiggled, then juddered as the momentum of fornicating reached them. "I've never watched anybody do this before," Margie said. "Just think, Marge, that's what you and Andy look like --" "Shut up, Tina!" Maribeth humped faster until she looked like an oilfield pumpjack. Her breasts slapped noisily against her chest. "Shit, Tina. I hope those things are attached good. If one of 'em gets loose we're gonna have to chase it all over the camp!" The woman accelerated until the white cock was a blur going in and out of her. She arched again. "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Ooohhhh!" the man warbled. Maribeth clenched her thick thighs tight around his hips. "Owwww!" he yelled. Maribeth sat with her eyes closed and her breasts heaving for a moment, then disimpaled herself, hopped off and sank her mouth over the glistening rod, giving it a quick rinse. "Got work to do, Freddie, she said and hopped nimbly over the hedge. "Sorry for the delay, girls," she said. "Let me show you around." "I think you already have," Margie said, trying to keep up with the woman.. "Nice to meet you, Fred," Tina said, waving back at the hedge. The girls trailed along behind Maribeth, whose brisk pace created a study of spheres in motion. "I'd say cheerleader," Margie whispered. "Yeah -- a long time ago. She's thirty if she's a day! I hope I look like that when I'm thirty," Tina said. "Honey, you're not going to look like that unless you get some radical fucking surgery. I'd also say tennis." Tina watched the compact tanned mass of moving flesh. "Maybe. I'd say softball for sure -- maybe volleyball." "Yeah, that's it -- softball," Margie observed. "Not volleyball, though. She'd fracture her nose if one of those melons got her in the face." "Those are the tennis courts over there," Maribeth pointed out. "You can use them after seven if nobody's got them booked. Same with the pool." "We saw the pool -- and Tommy," Tina said. "Tommy's a sweet kid," Maribeth laughed. "A real handful sometimes, though." "I'm sure you'd know," Margie said. "The weights, stationary bikes and work-out machines are in the main lodge next to the cafe. Got ping-pong and pool tables there, too," Maribeth said. "I'm sure you've racked a few balls," Margie muttered. "The cabins on your right are for guests. The RV park is right behind them. There's a little lake in the trees over there. It's got a beach and little places for picnicking and sunbathing tucked back in the woods." "Imagine that," Margie said. "Nine-hole golf course on your left," Meribeth continued. "It sucks. Too much rough. The guys are forever losing their balls." Tina looked at Margie. "Too easy," the girl said. "The little white building is the laundry." "What the hell do they need that for?" Margie said. "Hey, Maribeth?" "Yeah, Tina?" "Is Fred, like, your boyfriend?" "Freddie? Oh, hell no! Guy's got the personality of that lawn chair over there. Hell of a shlong on him though -- did you see? Shame he doesn't know what to do with it. Let me give you some advice -- if you decide to give him a go, get on top. Freddie's like a dildo with a pulse." "Gee, thanks for the tip, Maribeth," Margie said. "Here we are! The employee cabins. You two are in number twelve here." The woman pushed the door open. "Tight security, I see," Margie mumbled. "They're rustic, but they're okay," Maribeth said. The women stepped in. The cabin consisted of one pine-walled room, a double bed, dresser, and a table with two chairs. A refrigerator, counter, sink and microwave comprised the kitchen on one wall. "It's, um, uh --" Tina said. "All that and more!" Maribeth smiled. Margie opened a small door. "Look! A closet. There's a bit of irony for you!" she said. "Bathroom's here. Pardon me a sec," Maribeth said and stepped in. The girls heard water running, then Maribeth stepped out daubing dried semen from her thighs with a wad of wet tissue. "Oh, yeah. Hygiene." Margie said. "I'm in number eight. If you girls need anything, just holler." "I'm sure we will, Maribeth. I forgot my copy of the Kama Sutra." "Beg your pardon?" "Nothing, Maribeth," Margie said. "Are you pissed off that I got us into this," Tina whispered as the girls followed Maribeth toward the lodge. "Pissed off? Why would I be pissed off?" Margie said. "I got my wazzu shaved by a big black bull-dike and got to watch Tonya Harding there fuck Paul Bunyan in the bushes -- and it's not even noon yet. Why would I have issues, Tina-Marina?" The pair plowed into Maribeth, who had suddenly stopped cold on the path. "What the f---!" They followed her eyes to the lodge where a huge sleek RV was parked at the entrance. "Shit!" Maribeth said. "The Hacketts are here." Coeds at Camp Ch. 03 Henry and Helen Hackett from Houston sat facing each other bare-ass naked in a booth. "I thought Whispering Pines didn't open until Monday," Tina Lambert whispered. "Beginning to think we were going to have to serve ourselves," Helen Hackett squawked. "Sorry, Helen," Maribeth said. "I was showing the new girls around." Maribeth slipped an empty pot under the coffee brewer. "Helen and Henry are special," she said. The girls looked at the couple. They were on the losing side of middle-aged. Henry was pallid, scrawny and balding and gazed glumly at Helen's pendulous breasts which had lost the battle with gravity and now rested on the tapletop staring defiantly back at him. Helen wore a Clairol-red helmet and horn-rimmed glasses that swept up malignantly at the outer corners. "They don't look special," Tina said. "Well, they are. They're loaded. Word is they own a piece of the operation. They spend their summers going from one resort to another -- here, Whispering Seabreezes, Whispering Chaparral in the desert." "How about Whispering Wildfires out west?" Margie said. "Forty cases! Forty fucking cases!" The girls jumped as Laci Roosevelt's voice thundered from the office. Her massive legs were stretched across the desk, visible through the partly opened door. "I said four cases, dickwad! Not forty fucking cases! Yeah, well, I don't give a shit, asshole!" Laci bellowed. "Now that's something you don't hear everyday at Mickey Dees," Margie said. "Look, you brainless, ball-less moron. I ordered four cases and that's all I'm gonna pay for -- yeah, well that's not my problem. I tell you what, jism-jockey, you get your fat honkey ass over here and I'll show you what you can do with four hundred and thirty two bottles of ketchup! Bring a rubber mallet!" Laci slammed the phone down. "How about that coffee?" Helen Hackett crackled. "On it's way!" Maribeth chirped. "Okay, Tina -- you serve," Maribeth said and placed the couple's drinks on a tray. "Remember, Helen takes her coffee strong and Henry always takes club soda with a lemon twist -- no ice." "Why do I have to serve them?" Tina pouted. "They're big tippers." "Okay." She took the tray and smiled smugly at Margie. "Of course, you have to earn the tip," Maribeth said. "Not a problem! I've waited lots of tables -- piece of cake!" Tina chirped. "Not cake, sweetie -- not cake." Maribeth said. They watched Tina's perky bottomcheeks carry the tray to the Hacketts. "...so if you mutiply that ten cents by a hundred gallons, that adds up to -- oh, here are the drinks. It's about time!" Helen Hackett said. "Sorry for the delay, folks -- at least the coffee's fresh!" Tina said sweetly. "We'll see about that. Anyway, Henry, as I was saying, if you hadn't insisted on..." "Anything else I can get you folks?" Tina stood smiling with her hands behind her back. Helen Hackett looked at her, scanned the bare body, then her face creviced into a grin that reminded Tina of the Grinch when he decided what to do to the Whos in Who-ville. "My, you're a pretty girl," Helen Hackett said. "You're new here. What's your name?" "Tina, ma'am." "Tina. That's nice. It sounds so -- juvenile. Don't you think she's a pretty girl, Henry?" Henry Hackett forefeited his gloomy stare-down with his wife's nipples and looked up at Tina. His thin mouth crinkled into something vaguely resembling a smile. "I think Tina wants her tip, Henry," Helen Hackett said. Henry Hackett seemed perplexed for a moment, then reached behind himself, grabbing only a handful of withered buttock. "Henry! Did you forget your wallet again! I swear, the man would forget his little prick if it wasn't screwed on!" She rummaged in her monstrous straw bag, pulled out a fat wallet, and fished out a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Tina's eyes lit up and she reached for it, but Helen Hackett slid the bill under her saucer. "Why don't you sit down by Henry and let's talk awhile," she said through the grinch grin. Tina looked over to Maribeth and Margie. Maribeth raised one eyebrow and nodded. Tina slid in cautiously beside Henry Hackett. "Woo-hoo!" she yelped. "What's the matter, dear?" "Naugahyde's cold!" "Oh, well, I was just telling Henry how foolish it was for him to gas up in the city. Everybody knows it's at least ten cents a gallon higher there." Tina turned and stared at Maribeth. What am I supposed to do? she mouthed. Maribeth made her thumb and forefinger into a circle and shook her hand. "Something wrong?" Helen Hackett asked. "Oh, no," Maribeth smiled. "Just checking in. Maribeth said it's okay." "Hmm. Well, as I was saying, we could have saved ten dollars if we'd gotten out on the interstate before filling up. I swear, Henry would have us in the poorhouse if it wasn't for me!" Tina turned and stared again. Maribeth formed her whole hand into a circle and shook it vigorously. "...not to mention those attendants in the city! This morning this horrid little man pretended to help me down from the coach..." What? Tina mouthed. "...it wasn't my arm he grabbed, I can tell you that for sure!" "I think Henry wants some jack with his soda!" Margie said aloud. "...he copped a feel of my left tit..." Jack? Tina mouthed. Margie and Maribeth nodded. "...not just a little grope. I mean it was a full tit squeeze!" Both Maribeth and Margie made circles of their hands and shook them near their crotches. "Oh, shit! Jeez Marie!" Tina exclaimed. "Exactly what I thought!" Helen Hackett said. Tina turned to Henry Hackett whose hooded eyes rested gratefully on her breasts. "...and that's not the end of it. He pinched my ass!" Tina dropped her eyes to Henry's crotch -- a wrinkled pink eel nestled in a scraggly gray nest. "Oh, Jeez! No!" she said. "...he did, indeed. I swear!" Helen Hackett croaked. "I can't fucking believe this!" Tina said and moved her left hand over Henry Hackett's scrawny thigh. "...I couldn't either! Then the guy puckered and blew me this big sloppy kiss..." Tina closed her eyes and grasped the wrinkled eel. "Yuck!" "...yes, yuck!. I was outraged! But know what the sad thing is?" Tina massaged the eel. "He's not doing anything!" "...that's right! Henry saw the whole thing and is standing there with the nozzle in his hand not doing a damn thing!" The eel stirred. "Wait! I feel something coming up!" Tina said. "...yeah, here's the kicker. Henry walks over and tips the guy five bucks!" "I think we've established a pulse, Henry!" Tina whispered. "...I can't believe you gave the frigging pervert five dollars, Henry!" "muh-mmmmm" Henry said. "Yes, Houston! We have lift-off after a short delay!" "The age of chivalry is dead," Helen Hackett lamented. "Men no longer stand up for women's honor." "Stand up for us, Henry!" Tina accelerated her stroke. "Especially Henry," Helen Hackett said with a sneer. "Gummmphh" Henry said. "C'mon, Henry -- let's get this stogie smokin'!" "I guess if the guy had raped my ass by the high octane pump you'd have given him ten bucks, Henry!" Helen Hackett spat. "Uhh-mmmmmm!" Henry said and the crinkley smile widened. "That's it! You got it in you, Henry -- let's get it out of you!" Tina gave Margie and Maribeth a thumbs-up with her free hand. "Let's go for the big finish now, Henry!" "Maybe it's not his fault," Helen Hackett shrugged. "I mean he couldn't help it that he was born a pencil dick." "Nooohhhhhh!" Henry said. The eel deflated. "Shit!" Tina stroked hard, staring feverishly at the hundred under the saucer. "She didn't mean that, Henry!" "Low sperm count, too," Helen Hackett said. "Took us five years to have the first kid!" "Awwwww!" Henry said. Tina turned to Margie and Maribeth in desperation. "We're flat-lining over here!" "I'll help you out for halvies," Margie hollered. "No way!" Tina pumped furiously. The booth began to rattle. Helen Hackett shook her head forlornly and gazed into her cup where the coffee sloshed precariously close to the rim. Her breasts jiggled on the vibrating tabletop. "By the time we had the last kid --" "Don't listen to her, Henry! We're doing some high-stakes pud-pounding here!" "--we resorted to artificial insemination." "Waahhhhh!" "Shut the fuck up, Helen!" Tina yelled. Helen Hackett's jaw dropped. Tina put her face close to Henry's. "You blow some jism, Henry, and I'll stick that salad fork up her ass!" "Wooooo!" Henry's watery eyes opened wide and the eel sprang to life. "That's it, Henry ---Woooo! Work with me, my man!" Tina's hand was a blur. "Yah!" Henry blurted. "Yeah -- yah! That's good, Henry! Pop a wad and Helen wears the napkin dispenser for a Kotex!" "Yah! Yah! Yah!" Henry screeched. The booth began thumping violently against the floor. Helen watched slack-jawed. Margie and Maribeth stood saucer-eyed. "That's it! Yah! Yah! Yah! C'mon Seabiscuit -- we're going for the roses!" Laci came out of her office. "What the fuck is going --" "YAAAHH! YEEEEEEK!" All eyes watched Henry's spunk-rocket make a graceful slow-motion arc over the table -- and land dead center in Helen Hackett's coffee cup. Ploink! "Oh, shit!" Tina said. Helen Hackett stared into her cup for a moment, then at Henry, her eyes narrowing malevolently behind the horn-rims. "Goddam it, Henry," she hissed. "You know I don't take cream!" Coeds at Camp Ch. 04 Tina Lambert stood at the sink in the little cabin washing her hands. "That's the seventh time you've done that, Tina-Marina," Margie Stone said. "The ninth!" Tina said. Margie lay on the bed wearing only the crisp bill Tina had earned -- Ben Franklin's vaguely smiling face pressed between her legs. "You know, Tina, if we each earned just one of these a day all summer we'd double our money. That'd be almost fourteen thousand dollars!" "That's easy for you to say, Marge. You didn't have to jerk off Methuselah." "Hey, girlfriend -- a hundred bucks for six minutes of work? I can handle that." "You know what that makes us, don't you, Marge?" "Yeah, I suppose -- well, no, it's different. This is a nudist camp, and they are tips." "With that kind of rationale you definitely have af future in national politics, Marge." Tina turned away from the sink. She wore a tiny white bikini. "And you know, you can put something on, Marge. We're off duty." "Yeah, I guess. I'm getting kinda used to it." Margie plucked the bill from its perch, gave Ben a quick kiss, and handed the hundred to Tina. She swung her shapely legs off the bed. "Besides," she said, "I'm sure not everybody will be like Henry Hackett." "You mean you're banking on there being more Freds and Tommys here --" The girls were startled by a banging on the door. "Hello! Anybody home?" "Shit!" Margie said and scurried for the bathroom. "Who is it?" Tina called. "Tommy. You saw me at the pool today," a male voice said. Tina opened the door. Two young men were standing there in swim trunks. Tommy, tall and blond, radiated a perfect white-toothed smile. The other youth was muscular, dark-haired and looked pale and ill. "Who is it?" Marge yelled from the bathroom. "It's okay, Marge," Tina said. Margie emerged cautiously, a white bath towel wrapped around her body. "We weren't really introduced earlier." Tommy said. "Thought we'd drop by and say, hi. I'm Tommy -- this is Derek, he's a groundskeeper." Derek managed a half-hearted wave. Margie peeked around the door. "What's the matter with him? He looks sick." "Oh, he'll be okay," Tommy said. "He just ate something that disagreed with him." "Hacketts!" Derek muttered and gagged. "He said 'Hacketts'. They're always the first guests to arrive," Tommy said. "We know the Hacketts!" Tina said. "Yeah, we've already had some hands-on experience with them," Margie said. "Derek had to help them set up their RV," Tommy said and slapped his friend good-naturedly on the shoulder. "Hold still, Derek," he said, "you've got something stuck on your lip." He plucked off a single strand of hair and examined it. Derek gagged again. "Oh, God!" Margie said. "I thought we'd taken care of that horny bastard for awhile!" "No!" Derek mumbled. "Not Henry -- Helen!" "Jeez!" Tina said. "It was awful!" "Try not to think about it," Tommy said. "Just lying there on my back --" Derek continued. "Forget it, Derek!" Tommy cautioned. "I couldn't breathe! I was suffocating!" "Derek -- please!" "--and she just sits on me, glaring at the TV and yelling, 'Fuck you, Dr. Phil!'" Tommy put a comforting arm around his friend's shoulder. "I got sick!" Derek said, his face contorted in agony. "God, you upchucked in Helen's --" Tina said, her eyes wide. Derek shook his head. "No, I tried to make it to the bathroom -- but Henry was in there puking his guts up." "The man's going to have no bodily fluids left," Margie said. "It took me a half-hour to clean their carpet," Derek lamented. He opened his clenched fist and examined a badly crumpled one hundred dollar bill. "It's not worth it," he said. "That's enough of that," Tommy said. "We came by because we thought, well -- since you two are new here we could, you know -- do something tonight." Margie's eyes narrowed. "What did you have in mind?" she asked. Tommy shrugged. "I don't know, the pond's real pretty in the evening. We could just, you know -- sit around." "You could show us the ins and outs of the place, I suppose," Margie said. Tommy grinned sheepishly. "I don't know," Tina said. "I'm allergic to mosquitoes -- they leave big bumps." "Yeah, just look at her chest," Margie said. "Then how about the rec hall?" Tommy persisted. "We could do some pool, maybe a little ping-pong?" Margie looked at Tina. "What do you think?" Tina shrugged. "Guess it beats sitting around the cabin," she said. "Great!" Tommy beamed. "We'll meet you there at seven. I'll go into town and pick up some tacos!" Derek slapped his hand over his mouth and bolted for the trees. The shiny green six-ball rolled across the felt and plopped neatly into the pocket. "Wow, Marge, you're good! Where did you learn to play pool so good?" Tommy asked. "In biology lab," Margie said. "They had a pool table in your biology lab?" "I don't know. I never went." Tommy watched her lean across the table. Generous portions of lower buttock swelled out from under her tight cut-off jeans and the tops of her white breasts spilled from the blue halter. "I liked biology," Tommy said, "especially anatomy." "Damn! I missed!" Margie said. "Sometimes I get all the balls." "I don't doubt that a bit," Tommy said. "How about some ping-pong, Tina?" Derek asked. The two sat on a bench and watched Margie and Tommy shoot pool. "No, I don't think so," Tina said. "I'm not very coordinated. Besides, I've had plenty of wrist exercise for one day." "You look great tonight, Tina. Love the bikini." "You don't think I'm over-dressed?" "Well, you'll have tan lines if you wear it too often." A breeze wafted through the open windows of the rec room and carried the soft chirping of crickets from the camp pond. "You know, I think I really like it here," Tina said. "Yeah, it's cool," Derek said. He slid a muscular arm around her shoulders. Tina stood abruptly and pointed. "Oh, what are those? Torture devices?" "No," Derek laughed. "Weight machines." He walked to one, sat on the bench, and pressed the bars. The muscles in his arms, shoulders and chest rippled. "This one's great for the pecs," he said. "You ought to try it, Tina-Marina," Margie said. "What's that?" Tina pointed to a smaller device shrouded by a canvas cover. Derek grinned. "That's, um, a special machine -- for guests only," he said. "What's it do?" "Afraid you'll never find out, Tina." "Can we look at it?" "Better not," Derek said, "Laci would kill us." "Where is the mighty Mistress Roosevelt, anyway?" Margie asked. "Downtown at the jail," Tommy said. "At the jail?" "Yeah. Seems she assaulted some delivery guy with a ketchup bottle. She's making bail." Margie put her stick down and walked to the covered object. "What's so secret about a freakin' exercise machine?" she demanded. "Well, like Derek said, it's special. It's a passive exercise machine," Tommy said. Both boys chuckled. "Yeah? Well why do they keep it covered?" "Hygiene!" Both boys laughed out loud. "Hmmm." Margie tugged at the laces on the tarp. "Can't we take a peek?" she asked. "I don't know if that's a good idea, Margie." "Oh, please! I can't stand secrets!" "I don't know--" Tommy said. "Please!" Margie clasped her hands between her legs and bent over. Her breasts almost tumbled out of the halter. "Uh, how long is Laci going to be gone?" Derek asked. "She usually gives the cops some shit." "PLEASE!" "What the hell," Tommy said. He and Derek loosened the cords and lifted the canvas from the device. "Holy shit!" Margie exclaimed. Her jaw dropped. "Jeez Marie!" Tina said. Her eyes got huge. "What is it?" "I think I know." Margie said. "I saw something like it on the Internet." "Well?" "It's a fucking machine," Margie said. "I know its a machine, but --" "Not a machine, Tina-marina. Not a fucking MACHINE -- a FUCKING machine." "Oh," Tina said. "Yeah, gosh, I guess the big dildo on the end is a dead giveaway." Tina touched the motor housing. "Gee, it looks like Dad's garage opener," she said. Margie ran her finger along the telescoping rod that protruded horizontally from the housing. "If this was your dad's garage opener, your mother would be doing a whole lot more commuting," she said. She touched the rubbery shaft of the dildo. "I always wondered what they did with King Kong's dick after they shot him." "Okay, girls, you've had your look-see," Tommy said. He started to spread the tarp back over the macine. "Wait!" Margie said. She tweaked the dildo's glans. "I didn't know they really made these things." "Marge," Tina said apprehensively. "I wonder what it feels like," Margie said and ran her fingers gingerly down the shaft. "Marge!" "I'll bet it can, like, go faster than a guy --" "MARGE!" "--and doesn't stop before you're ready." "M-A-R-G-I-E!!" "Wanna test ride?" Tommy asked and grinned. "Ah, shit! Jeez Marie!" "I'm not going to be the only one bare-ass naked here," Margie said. The boys quickly slipped out of their shorts, their cocks springing out already hard and red-tipped. "I think they like us, Tina-Marina," Margie said as she pulled the halter over her head and let her firm breasts judder free. She shimmied out of her cut-offs and stood naked. "I don't know if this is really a good idea," Tina said, standing in her bikini bottom with her arms crossed over her chest. "Don't be such a prude," Margie said. She slipped a finger into Tina's bikini bottom and tugged it down, bringing the girl's fresh-shaven twat into view. "What do I do?" Margie asked. Tommy smiled at her. "Just sit on the end of that weight bench there -- lean back and relax." He walked to a counter and took a tube from a drawer and squirted a large dollop of gel onto his fingers. "You need lubrication for this." "Yeah, lube is good," Margie said. Tommy knelt beside her. "Spread your legs a little, doll," he said softly. Margie leaned back on her elbows and opened her alabaster thighs. Her slit was already pink, moist, the tiny button peeking up. Tommy touched the ointment to it and began massaging it gently. "Mmmmm!" Margie purred and opened her legs wider. Tina watched with her mouth open. Derek's cock hardened further, curving up in a graceful arc. "Derek, push it over closer," Tommy ordered. Derek moved the machine closer between Margie's opened legs. "Lube it, Tina," Tommy said. "Me?" Tommy shot her a menacing glance. She took the tube, squeezed out a sizable portion, and began rubbing it onto the rubbery dildo. "Have to get you good and lubed," Tommy said. "Yeah -- good and lubed," Margie cooed. Her eyes were closed and her hips were slowly gyrating to the rhythm of Tommy's massaging. "Get a little into you, too." "Ahhh!" Margie moaned has the boy's fingers slipped into her. Tommy took the dildo in his free hand and positioned it near the girl's opening. "Just turn it onto '1', Derek." Derek turned a dial on the motor housing. The lights in the rec room dimmed for an instant and them the machine started to hum. The dildo began vibrating. Tommy touched it to Margie's glistening pussy. "Ohh!" "Just relax, hon." He inched the head head between the pink lips. "Mmmm!" "Help me, Tina, Hold her other leg." Tina knelt at Margie's side and gently grasped her friend's thigh, opening her farther. Tommy pressed the phallus into her pussy until the head disappeared. "Ohhh!" Margie's green eyes fluttered open and she looked down between her legs. "It--it's--going into me!" Tommy pushed the shaft in deeper. "'2', Derek," he said. The dildo began making short in-and-out strokes. "Oh, God!" Tina gasped. She closed her eyes again. Her hips began throbbing with the machine's motion. "Oh, shit! It feels --good!" "Yeah. You like that don't you, baby!" He pushed it in deeper. Tina stared wide-eyed as the swollen lips of her friend's vagina grasped the slippery length. The shaft was stroking in and out of her a few inches. stretching the slit wide. "God, it's fucking me!" Margie hissed. "Yeah, it looks really good," Tommy said. He massaged the thigh he held. His engorged cock was pressed against Margie's undulating hip. "Pull her forward," he said to Tina. They urged the girl slowly forward to meet the thrusts. "Ahh. I don't think I can take anymore!" Margie gasped. Tina and Tommy kept edging her forward, the shaft inching into her slick, wet cunt until it buried itself entirely, deeply into her. "Ahhhhh!" "'3'" Tommy ordered. Derek turned the dial and the cock began fucking like a piston, moving in and out of the girl's pussy with a loud, wet, slurpy sound. "Oh, God!" Margie screamed. She stared down at the shaft that impaled her. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with the momentum of the thrusts. Tommy leaned to her, took a swollen nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. "'4'!" Tina yelled. The machine kicked into its highest gear, pumping the thick shaft relentlessly into Margie. The girl leaned back on the bench and stretched her legs wide to let the shaft do its work. Her whole body shook with the throbbing intrusions.. "Ahhhggggggghhh!" Tina's saw Derek standing by the motor housing. He was watching the machine fuck Margie as he slowly stroked his red, enraged cock. Tina put her free hand on her own crotch and she felt the hot moisture there. Tommy put two fingers at Margie's clit and began massaging. The girl's breath came in huge gasps. "Oh fuck--oh fuck--of fuck" she moaned, turning her head from side to side Suddenly she jerked her thighs free from Tina and Tommy's grasp. Her legs straightened and her back arched up violently, lifting the machine off the floor. "Ghhaaahhaaaa!" she screamed, pushed herself violently against the shaft that impaled her, then collapsed like a rag-doll. Derek geared the machine down until the cock was making slow easy strokes in Margie's pussy. The girl lay gasping for breath. Derek was beside Tina. He lifted her easily by the waist. "I gotta fuck you!" he said. "Yeah. Fuck!" Tina said. She wrapped her legs around his hips and his hard dick went into in her as he carried her to the pool table. He stretched her across the table and was instantly on top of her, his long, arched dick plunging completely into her. She wrapped her arms around him as he humped her violently. "Yes! Do it like the machine!" Tina screamed. "Fuck me like the machine!" He crushed into her, pressing her into the hard surface of the table as his cock penetrated incredibly deep into her hot, wet cunt. Tina looked through a haze of pleasure and saw Margie sitting upright, straddling the weight-bench. One hand was at her pussy and Tommy's dick was deep in her mouth. Images of the day flooded her mind -- Margie naked on Laci's desk, the lather being massaged into her own cunt, Fred's long white shaft buried in Maribeth Perkins' pussy, the machine plunging into Margie.Tina felt the climax rising deep inside her. She tried to hold it off, but the thrusts of Derek's huge dick were coming faster, harder. She could hold it no longer. "Ohhh! Jeeez!" she screamed as the pleasure washed over her. She felt Derek's hot cum release deep inside and saw a glob of Tommy's white cream spurt from the end of his swollen dick onto Margie's hot flushed face. "What the fuck is going on in here!" "Holy shit" "Jeez Marie!" "It's Laci!" The four young campers stared dumbfounded at the vision in the doorway. Laci Roosevelt, six-feet tall with muscles bulging in the bare thighs below her tight black skirt stood hands-on-hips glaring at the carnage in the rec room -- the panting naked bodies, taco wrappers strewn about, a half-emptied soda can spilling it contents onto the floor beneath the Fucking Machine. The girls and boys leapt from their entanglements and began putting on shorts, halters, and bikini tops. "I said, what the fuck's going on here!" Laci bellowed again. "We were just shootin' some pool." Tommy blurted. "Yeah, playing a little ping-pong," Derek offered. "The last time I played ping-pong, we didn't use no rubber dick!" Laci said, eyeing the machine. Laci circled the room slowly, surveying the mess, clucking her tongue while the kids scrambled to dress. "We'll clean it up --" Tommy said. "Shut the fuck up, dickwad!" "Yes, ma'am." "I ain't had a really good day. This is the last thing I wanted to come home to!" "Sorry." "I said shut up, you worthless piece of white jism!" She narrowed her eyes at the girls, who stood with their hands behind their backs, staring glumly at the floor. "I no sooner get your little twats shaved and cleaned than you gotta go try 'em out." "Sorry, ma'am." "Sorry." She turned to the boys. "You little pieces of shit get to your cabin and jerk each other off. I'll have Fred deal with you tomorrow." The boys nodded and skedaddled. The girls started to leave, too. "Not so fast! I ain't done with you little cum-twats. You clean up this fucking mess." The girls picked up the wrappers and empty cans, scrubbed the dildo and weight bench with wet paper towels, racked the pool balls. "Can we go now, Laci?" Margie asked. Laci laughed a deep, humorless chuckle. "Like I said ladies, I ain't had a real good day. Do you know how hard you gotta squeeze a cocksucker's balls to get him to drop assault charges against you?" "No, ma'am." "No, ma'am." "Ever seen a white guy turn blue?" "No ma'am." "While I was doin' that, y'all girls was havin' a good time, wasn't you. A real party right here at Laci's place?" "Sorry." Laci studied the girls for a long moment, then her face split into a broad, evil smile. "Y'all bend over the pool table." "What?" Tina asked. "You heard me. Bend them sweet little asses over the table." "Why --do you want -- us to do that?" Margie asked. "You'll find out, twiddle-dee-twats. Y'all want to keep working here?" "Yes, ma'am." The girls nodded. "Then bend 'em over!" The girls walked to the table and stretched across it, side by side. Laci sauntered to the ping-pong table and picked up a paddle. "Uh, what are youg going to do with that, Laci?" Tina asked. "Use your imagination, girlfriend," Laci smiled. "Shit, Laci -- you're not going to -- spank us, are you?" Margie asked. Laci slapped the paddle against her palm. "Spank you? Spank you? Nah, I ain't gonna spank you." "Whew!" Tina said. "I thought for a minute --" "I'm going to wallop you!" "Shit! You can't do that! I mean, it's against the law, isn't it?" "Sure it is. sweetie. But it ain't against the law for me to fire your little asses!" Tina and Margie looked at each other. "Will it hurt?" Tina asked. "Aw, just a little sting." "What do you think, Marge?" Tina asked. "I hate to give up seven thousand dollars -- plus tips. I got swats once in junior high. It wasn't too bad." "And we did break the rules," Tina said, " I guess we got something coming." "What do you twinkie-twats say?" "Okay." "Yes, ma'am." "All right, then, slide them little drawers down and kick 'em off." The girls obeyed. "Bend way over and spread those legs." The girls complied. Laci strolled over and touched the paddle to one of Margie's bare bottom-cheeks, then to Tina's. "My, my -- maybe this day ain't gonna end so bad after all. You ever been walloped, sweetcheeks?" she asked Tina. "No ma'am." "Well you're gonna be now." She tapped the paddle against the girl's bare bottom. "You gonna get it right there, darlin'." Coeds at Camp Ch. 04 "Yes, ma'am." "You just hold real still while I take some of the hide off your little ass." "Yes, ma --" Laci drew back the paddle and swung it forward hard. Smack! "Ow!" Tina jerked upright and her hands flew to her stricken bottom. "Ow! That hurt!" "Meant to hurt, sweetheart. Now you just bend back over and get that little butt in the air for more. Don't be standin' up on me! Get your hands away!" "Yes, ma'am," Tina said and bent over the table again. "My, my -- gotta red spot already," Laci chuckled. Margie glared at the woman over her shoulder. "Oh, this one's showin' some attitude! We'll take care of that!" Laci positioned the paddle on Margie's bottom as the girl continued to glare. She brought the paddle over her shoulder and swung in an arc. SMACK! Margie's body lurched forward with the blow. "Shit!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Here's another, baby!" Laci delivered a hard blow to Margie's other bottom-cheek. SMACK! Margie lurched and groaned but stayed bent over. "And here's one for Blondie!" SMACK! "Ohhh!" Tina's eyes reddened. "Try not to holler," Margie whispered, "it'll just egg her o--" SMACK! Margie's body shuddered with the blow. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The girls' bare young bottoms quivered and jiggled as the blows fell on them. Tina clenched her fists and Margie bit into her lower lip against the sting. "Don't you clench them little asses!" Laci ordered. "Leave 'em nice and loose. You got it comin'!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Owwww!" Tina moaned. Margie drew quick hissing breaths each time the paddle fell on her. The sound of wood against flesh reverberated in the big room. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The girls' bottoms twitched and swayed as the licks fell. Tears fell on the green felt of the pool table. Finally Laci paused, her giant breasts heaved as she panted from the exertion. "One more!" she said. She swung round in a full arc and delivered the paddle hard, catching Margie half on her thighs. "Yiiiieeee!" Margie bolted upright and clutched at her bottom. "Thought that one would get to you!" Laci said and tossed the paddle onto the table. "Get those red asses to your cabin," she said and strode out the door. "It hurts!" Tina whimpered as she lay on her stomach on the big bed in the cabin. "Yeah!" Margie agreed as she laid beside her. Margie raised up and looked at Tina's bare bottom. "You might have some blisters." She eased herself off the bed and took a jar from her bag. "This might help." She took a dollup white cream on her fingers. "No, don't touch it!" Tina whined. "Be still." Margie touched the cream to Tina's bottom and spread it gently. "Oh! Yeah, that's better. It's so -- cool!" Margie smeared on more cream and Tina sighed with relief. "That feels so good!" she murmured. Margie stretched out on her stomach when she was done. "Laci's evil," she said. "I guess." Tina agreed. "In a way she's kinda cool, though." She took the jar of cream, got a large glob on her fingers and spread it gently over Margie's red bottom. "Mmmm! You're right. It feels good." "Funny," Tina said. "It hurts, but -- it's like there's something else." "What?" "I don't know. It's like I really wish Derek was here right now." Margie laughed. "I know -- I'm wet, too. Something about that paddle!" Tina put the jar on the nightstand and lay on her stomach. "I'm sorry I got us into this, Marge," she said. "Yeah, Tina-Marina. If we were home we'd be flippin' burgers, draggin' the boulevard at night -- I'd be getting boinked by Andy Schumacher twice a week." She scooted closer to Tina. "I've done more in one day here than I'd do all summer at home --and we still got nearly twelve weeks to go!" "Yeah," Tina said. Tina's eyelids were becoming heavy. Exhaustion from the day's events was settling in. "I just don't want you to hate me, Marge." Marge put her face close to Tina's "Hate you? I couldn't hate you, Tina-Marina! I love you -- you're my best friend!" "Yeah--friends," Tina murmured as sleep overcame her. The cool summer breeze drifted in through the cabin's window. Tina Lambert dreamt that she felt Margie's warm, wet lips pressed against her mouth.