Parents' Day
mc; MF; Mg; bF; bb; bg; Fg; fg; gg; mast; oral; anal; futa; tf; inc
Alice knew getting caught was inevitable. The infection had just made her and Roger too horny. They'd resisted the urge to get out of their clothes for a whole 20 minutes of the drive to the kids' campsite. It started when Alice unbuttoned her shirt, which was constricting her swollen, milky tits. She was careful to keep her nipples covered, but the sight of his wife's rack made Roger's cock start to get harder again. His pants were barely adequate to contain the monster, and any erection made the drive uncomfortable. So, Alice leaned over to do him a favor, taking it in her mouth. Miles later, his pants were in the backseat, along with Alice's panties, and his cum was splattered on the dashboard, and on his wife's tits. She was still sucking when the cop started chasing them. Hearing the siren, she sat up, Roger's cock popping out of her mouth, spraying more tainted semen on her tits. She did her best to put herself in order as Roger pulled over. Old habits died hard.
Roger didn't bother. He still wasn't thinking quite the way he used to. The parasites had varying effects on the human brain, and in Roger's case had greatly simplified his thoughts. While his wife still remembered the police as authority, Roger only thought of the cop pulling him over as another person to fuck. His cock pulsed as he waited. When he saw the officer step out of the car, it throbbed again, more precum flowing down its impressive length. She was tall, with what looked to be a nice figure under her mannish uniform, with a pretty face and her blond hair back in a ponytail. Roger rolled down the window.
When the cop got close enough to smell the scent of sex from the car, her blue eyes went wide, and she stumbled. The sudden rush of arousal made her dizzy. She continued to the car's open window, her thoughts foggy. She could remember she had stopped the couple for public indecency...the woman had been giving such vigorous road head that her ass and twat were up in the air, visible through the window. When she stared into the car, she saw what the woman had been sucking. The driver's cock was an incredible, beautiful piece of man-meat, which looked almost the size of a baseball bat, quivering and erect in front of him. Precum and cum dripped down it, glazing it like a donut. She felt an incredible urge to lick it clean. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" she managed to say.
"You wanted to fuck us," the man answered, matter-of-factly. And oh, god, her pussy gushed, and she knew he was right.
Usually preparing for Parents' Day at the boys' camp involved just trying to get the boys to behave. It still did, but it was a different kind of misbehavior. Every boy would follow Rob's instructions, but they were still so easily distracted by sex. So, in preperation for the parental visit, the boys were lined up, with buckets nearby in case they needed to cum. No one was allowed to cum in or on another boy, since they all needed to be able to think reasonably well for as long as their parents were at camp. Rob hoped to keep it hidden, hoped that by the end of camp, everyone was recovered enough to be able to fake normalcy. The line filed slowly past a table, where each boy was given a new camp shirt and a pair of extra-large shorts to hide his expanded cock. Rob found it discouraging how many boys needed to be watched, and told to actually put the clothes on and keep them on. Then again, he was having trouble stopping himself from bending Gailcow over and fucking her. He'd only done it twice while the boys waited in line, and had made sure to take his clothes off completely and set them aside. Rob was quite impressed with his self control.
Nurse Joanna had a different problem. The girls didn't flood the landscape with infected semen, and they were all fairly well able to obey her commands without getting distracted. The problem was her own experiments. Some of the girls, after the change, were no longer who they were. The odd penis or two (or twenty, at last total count) could be hidden in loose camp shorts. But the parasite used girls to test its mutagenic capability. Some of them now had skin like smooth latex, some were blank-eyed drones. Even the least strange of her experiments had gone blonde and giggly. She did the best she could, getting the girls ready. The parents of the stranger experiments? Well, she doubted they'd mind the changes to their daughters nearly as much after she infected them. And just a few infected parents wouldn't be a problem. She could deal with those few, control them.
It was days after the infection, and every boy's mind was clear enough to fake normal for awhile as the parents arrived at the camp. Without permanent fucking, the contant erections had finally relaxed, and their huge cocks had contracted to a surprising degree. Each boy still had at least five inches of thick cock in their shorts, even soft, but that's what the extra large camp shorts were for. Rob's command stuck with them, and they did their best to act normal. Soon after most of the parents got to camp, Mr. Smith went up on the camp's small outdoor stage to give a short speech. Billy was sitting in the audience with his mom, dad, and big sister Lisa. They weren't the first girls he'd seen since getting infected, of course. Billy had been one of the first boys at camp to fuck Mr. Smith's wife and daughter, and a few of the staff were female. But as Mr. Smith droned on, giving the same speech as the previous year, Billy found himself staring at Lisa more and more.
Lisa was sixteen, and loved her little brother. Her affection for him earlier in the day was why he couldn't concentrate now, specifically a hug that pressed his head against her breasts and made his cock stir. Before the infection, Billy had found girls pretty, but weird. He'd definitely never had the hots for his sister, even if a few older boys he knew said she was sexy. Now, though, he was staring at her long, tanned legs as she swung them back and forth. She wore cutoff denim shorts that showed them off to great advantage. Her shirt was more modest, fairly loose with a high neckline. Billy couldn't help imagining how he could pump his sister so full of cum that her tits would inflate so big that her loose tshirt would look completely indecent. He felt his cock pulse, and thicken, the head sliding along his thigh as it began to harden. Fuck, it was already starting to feel slick against his thigh. He moaned quietly.
Lisa looked over at him. "You okay, squirt?" she asked, her lips pursing in a little worried frown. She'd recently begun experimenting with her makeup more, now that she could drive and go on dates unchaperoned. Today her lips were a bright pink she'd hoped would look summery, but that was far too bright and obvious for that. The teenage boys at camp loved it, though. Not a one of them who'd seen Billy's sister hadn't imagined those lips wrapped around their cocks.
Billy shook his head. He didn't want to lose control out here, disobey Rob and get everyone at camp in trouble, but he was already starting to get horny. "I think I need to go..." he started, turning toward his parents.
His sister grabbed his hand. His cock pulsed again, at just the soft touch. It was like he had a crush on his sister all of a sudden. "Mom and dad might need to hear this stuff, I'll take you to the nurse," she said, pulling him up, and leading him away.
"Wait," he said. The camp nurse still wasn't exactly mentally equipped for much of anything anymore. She was likely to just shove a tit in Lisa's mouth and call it good. It wasn't that Billy didn't like the idea of Lisa enjoying Gail's milk, in fact, it made his cock spurt a little down his leg. Fortunately they were already a bit away from the ampitheater, so the other boys wouldn't be able to smell it. He didn't mind the idea of Lisa being infected, but he didn't want it to happen at camp, where Rob and Mr. Smith said it would cause a lot of trouble. "I'm really not feeling good, let me stop in the bathroom." He could jerk off there, and flush the cum away. That would make him feel better.
Teenage girls away at camp for weeks might grow up a bit while there, any parent would believe that. The near-universal massive expansion of bosoms in a week was a little less easy to explain. It was also nearly impossible, so most parents found themselves figuring they just hadn't noticed how their little girls were growing up. There was something in the air, especially near the girls, that made it easy to relax and go along. A simple "I'm growing up," or "I've been big since I was twelve," would get nods and smiles from parents. They seemed to file in to the Girls' Camp multi-purpose room quietly and obediently. Everyone was in a good mood.
While some girls only had their bigger breasts to worry about, Sandy had another problem going on south of the border. She'd tucked her new cock between her pussy lips, and back between her thighs. She figured that's how crossdressing boys did it. But the crossdressers didn't have to feel the thick cock rubbing between their pussy lips, getting it wet and slick, and making it start to harden. It was even worse when she walked. Her thighs were practically jerking her off. Her brothers and parents had already noticed she was a bit distracted, askin her what was wrong. She'd put them off, and as long as she didn't have to walk much, she was fine.
Well, she thought she was. Now though, she was in a room full of aroused girls, with small windows. Ms. Jones was at the front, in a top that showed off her new parasite-engorged tits, giving the Parents' Day intro speech. Everyone was nodding and smiling. The scent of the girls was building in the room, and Sandy's cock moved between her legs, stiffening and thickening. She could see the swell of it in her shorts, and tried to press it down, to hide it. The organ twitched, and her pussy gushed as she pushed her cock inside herself. She felt moisture on her fingers. Even though she'd put on two pairs of panties, she was soaking through. The sensation made her moan, but at least the sound blended in with the other moans coming from the girls in the audience.
"Now," Ms. Jones said, her voice seeming quietly authoritative and sexy in the foggy haze of pheromones that filled the room, "anyone who's having trouble, or feeling strange right now should go take a walk. Show your family your cabin if you must."
Sandy's head was spinning. She couldn't stay in here, and Ms. Jones suggestion was the only idea that occurred to her. She tugged on her mother's arm, her wet fingers briefly surprising the older woman. "Let's go, like she said, mom. I'll show y'all my cabin. Ah'm in charge this year." Her whole family stood, quietly agreeable, even her hellion little brothers, and followed her out the door. They weren't the only ones who were quietly following a girl to her cabin.
As a counselor, more specifically as one of the counselors whose mind had come through the change in one piece, Trevor had a job. He was waiting near the parking lot for any parents who arrived late. It wasn't uncommon for parents to drift in throughout the day. Right now, though, everyone who was likely to arrive on time was already listening to Mr. Smith. Those parents who were usually late probably wouldn't be in until after lunch. No one was coming into the parking lot, and Trevor was bored. Bored and uncomfortable. And horny. Sure, he'd jerked off that morning, like the rest of the boys, but he was a slut. Since the panty raid, he'd been a sexy, feminine slut, and got fucked almost hourly. Now, even though he'd cum just an hour earlier, he hadn't had a cock inside him in over a day. His mind kept drifting to that need. He already missed his stockings and high heels. At least he still had a pair of soft, silky panties cupping his balls. They had no hope of containing his huge cock, especially now that it was getting hard, but they felt so nice.
It wasn't natural to Trevor to hide his erection anymore, but he remembered the time before his infection well enough to walk to the far side of one of the cars, so that anyone pulling into the lot wouldn't see his big boner. He stared out at the road, hoping someone would show up to distract him from his boredom, and maybe his erection. "Or maybe my cock will distract them," he thought, and giggled. His cock jumped, standing straight out and starting to stretch his pants. It would be hot, he thought, if one of the parents coming in had to ask him directions, and saw his big dick. She (or he, Trevor didn't much care) would try not to notice, try to talk to him. But that big, throbbing cock would be too much of a distraction. Trevor looked down. It was fully hard, pulling the waistband of his pants outward. He could see thick, veiny shaft, though the shorts still covered the head. He pulled them down slightly, and his massive member popped free. Trevor giggled. That felt sooo much better. He let his camp shorts slide down his legs, and leaned back against the hood of the car.
He felt so much better with his cock hard and exposed, and the warmth of the car against his pantied ass. He put a hand around his cock, and started slowly jacking it up and down. His cock rewarded him with a flood of precum, slicking its entire length. He brought the thick rod up to his lips, and licked some of the goo. The pleasurable warmth of it spread through his mind quickly, as he felt the mindless arousal that had characterized the previous week returning. His fantasy was getting more detailed, he wanted to fuck and get fucked. He wished he'd brought one of the rubber dildos some of the boys had made in the craft hut. But that didn't matter much to him, he was focused on his cock, on the taste of it, and the feel of his hands. With his concentration elsewhere, though, he wasn't doing his job. He didn't even notice the sound of a car pulling in behind him.
He didn't notice the voices either. Beginning with a feminine voice saying "Let's ask him."
Then, another voice, male, replying "What is he doing? Is he wearing a thong?"
The female voice, closer, "Oh my god, he's masturbating!"
It was the hand on his shoulder, pulling him around that finally broke his concentration on his cock. Trevor found himself looking into the eyes of a short, very muscular man of about forty. He seemed angry, and that worried Trevor for a minute. But his cock was still the most important thing, and he didn't stop stroking it, as he came, spurting all over the man, soaking his face and shirt. Some even flew past the man, a few drops landing on the surgically-enhanced blonde behind him. Trevor giggled, and grinned, finally remembering his job. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked.
Billy sat on the camp toilet with his pants around his ankles, his cock straight up. He loved his enhanced dick. It was bigger than most men's dicks were. Among the infected boys, it was just average. He was just happy he could stroke it one-handed, leaving his other hand free to finger his ass. It slipped in so easily, slick with his precum. Of course, the fact that all the other boys loved to fuck him probably helped too. He was still so tight, and it felt so good to fill himself. He moaned, cock spurting onto the wall of the tiny bathroom. He'd meant to cum quickly into the toilet, but the pleasure quickly overwhelmed him, and he'd been spurting randomly the whole ten minutes. The walls dripped with little pearly splatters. He was amazed he could cum so much even after emptying his balls as best he could that morning. This was so much better than trying to behave. He felt so good, masturbating again.
Outside the bathroom, Lisa waited for her little brother. It was too bad he wasn't feeling well. He could be annoying, but she really loved him, and had actually missed him over the past week. Lisa had happy memories of the camp across the lake, she'd gone when she was Billy's age. But now that she was sixteen, she'd have to go as a camp counselor, and she didn't feel like it. She liked Billy fine, but dealing with a bunch of pubescent girls? No thanks. She frowned at the door of the bathroom as she heard another moan. She knocked. "You okay in there, squirt?"
When Billy heard his sister's voice, he did exactly what she said...he squirted. It wasn't just one of the strong spurts of precum the infection made so common. The sound of his sister's voice just seemed so sexy. It made him reach orgasm, spraying his seed all over the inside of the bathroom door, grunting in pleasure. In the small room, that familiar scent overwhelmed him. It pushed out of his mind the memory of being told to behave. All that was on his mind now was just how sexy his sister's voice had sounded, and how sexy he could make her look if he stuck his cock in her. His hand kept moving up and down his shaft. He didn't even slightly soften. "Come in, please," he moaned through the door.
Billy sounded bad. Lisa didn't know what could possibly be so wrong with him, but she'd been hearing strange sounds, and there was an odd smell in the air that was making her lightheaded. Maybe something nearby was making him sick. So when Billy asked her to come in to the bathroom, she opened the door immediately.
She'd seen Billy masturbating once before, through the glass of the shower. She'd been embarassed that time, and embarassment was her first emotion this time. But now when she saw her brother sitting on the toilet, his legs spread, leaning back, cock pointing straight up as he stroked it, balls hanging low and pulsing...embarassment soon faded to fascination. His cock was perfect. She'd never seen one so close before. She had no idea a little boy could have one that was so big. The scent that filled the bathroom clouded her thoughts. Her body grew suddenly hot, her nipples hardening and her pussy getting slick. It was wrong to feel this way about her brother's hot cock, one part of her knew. She tried to stay focused on why she had come in the room. Her brother needed her. "What can I do, Billy?" she asked, swaying slightly, trying to get her thoughts in order.
"I need to get sucked," he said, leaning over to lick the head of his penis. His hand moved up and down the slick length, and he could see his sister's eyes following his hand. "I'm so full of jizz."
In her confused arousal, it made sense. Billy's cock was swollen unnaturally huge because it was too full of cum. That was why he had to jerk off. If she was going to help him feel better, she'd have to help him cum out some of that goo. "Okay," she said. "I'll help you cum, but it's not a sex thing." She was lying. She knew it was wrong to want her brother, but that cock was making her hotter than any boy she'd ever seen. She was so happy to have an excuse to help him empty his balls, so she could keep seeing and touching that cock.
"Thanks sis," he said, and spurted a little on her leg.
It tingled as it ran down. "I'm going to take off my clothes, so you can't make too much of a mess on me," she said. It made enough sense, and her skin was tingling, she wanted to be bare. Her shirt and pants came off, and got folded up and set on the sink. She was still modest enough to keep her panties and bra on.
Billy got harder when he saw her smooth, slim body, her lightly-freckled skin. Her tits were just average, but he knew that wouldn't last. He squeezed his cock and grunted, aiming a bit of cum that splattered on his sister's belly. "Help me, sis," he said with a smile.
Lisa was a little grossed out by the warm goo that hit her, but it really did feel so nice so quickly, even before she got a chance to try to rub it away it made her skin feel good, and her head feel a little dizzier. She giggled and admonished Billy "Careful where you aim that thing." She squatted down next to him, and the sight of her sitting like that in nothing but sandals and underwear made his cock jerk again, this time without hitting her. Lisa took the rod in both hands. It wasn't so big she needed two hands, but she felt like touching it as much as she could. She started moving her hands up and down, trying to milk the cum from her brother. She was rewarded quickly, as slick, gooey precum started to drip all over her hands.
It wasn't long before she wanted to taste it. She rubbed her face against her brother's slick shaft, tongue darting out to lick it. That single taste made her head spin, and her body burn with arousal. She moved one hand behind her back, trying to unclip her bra. "You're still not cumming, squirt..." she said, and giggled. "Time to really work at it." Her bra came free and she shrugged it off. It fell to the slick floor. "Oops," she saw it would be unsalvageable, but she didn't really care. She pulled her panties off and kicked them away, where they landed in another puddle of spooge. She turned her back to her brother and bent over. "Okay, now I'm going to squeeze it out of you," she groaned, pushing back, impaling herself onto his huge cock.
Sandy's little brother Terry was feeling pretty good. Usually he was bored by the trip to camp to see his sister, ever since he and his brother Tom got kicked out three years before. But then, he and his brother hadn't really been interested in girls before. Having just turned ten, they still had been thinking girls were gross even the day before. But today, in that room, they realized how hot women with big boobs and nice shapes could be. It was something about the way girls smelled, that room full of them made the brothers both feel really good. So good that they were perfectly agreeable when Sandy told them to follow her back to her cabin.
Terry noticed his brother seemed a little out of it, not talking or anything, just staring at Sandy's butt as it swayed with each step. Terry elbowed him. "Hey, why are you staring at our ugly big sister, bro?"
Tom blinked slowly and turned to look at Terry. "She's hot," the boy said, his voice distant, and turned his attention back to their sister.
Terry thought it was a little weird to stare at Sandy, but he decided to look where his brother was looking. Walking behind his sister, next to Tom, Terry could smell a little of that sweet, girly scent he'd enjoyed so much in the meeting room. He let himself drift a bit, watching Sandy's hips sway. Maybe Tom was right. Sandy did have a pretty hot ass.
A few minutes later the family was outside Sandy's cabin. The boys smelled even more of that sweet, girly smell, but they already felt pretty spacy just from following Sandy. Both boys were also sporting little erections in their pants, from staring at their sister's sexy ass. It was a new feeling, and both felt a little embarassed, but couldn't really figure out what to do other than stand there with the front of their shorts poking out. Neither one was thinking clearly enough to notice that their mom and dad seemed just about as spacy.
Sandy's mother shook herself free of the spacy, lost feeling she kept sinking into long enough to notice the noise from the cabin. Grunts, and moans, and if she didn't know better, she'd think some people were having sex in there. But that was ridiculous, the place was all girls and hardly any of them were old enough to fuck. Make love, she meant to think. She was really looking forward to getting back to the hotel room. She took her husband's hand, resolving to drag him into bed as soon as she could.
As Sandy led them into the cabin, the scent they'd all noticed in the multi-purpose room hit them like a ton of bricks. The cabins were where the girls too horny or too transformed to pretend to be normal had been sent. Most of them had spent the day the only way they knew how, in constant fucking. Sandy's cock immediately sprung upright at the sight and smell, lifting her skirt. She tried to cover herself in embarassment, but her family wasn't in any state to notice.
Terry and Tom were grinning ear to ear, staring at the naked girls (and occasional parents sent to be kept busy) writhing on the camp beds. Their cocks were straining at their jeans, as they rubbed them through the denim. After a moment, both unzipped, and let their pants fall to the floor, pulling their cocks free from their underwear to stroke more comfortably. Their underwear quickly fell to the ground too, as the boys just stared and pumped their small, stiff, smooth cocks.
Sandy's mother frowned at her boys. Sure, what was going on around them was very sexy, but that was no reason to just jerk off in public! She opened her mouth to admonish them, when her husband embraced her from behind. His hands cupped her breasts, which were suddenly feeling so very sensitive. And against her ass, through her skirt and panties, she felt his dick, hard and ready. She moaned. She wanted to behave, but she just couldn't resist her need. She let her husband guide her to a bed, where he flipped her skirt up over her ass, and pulled her panties down. She felt her pussy dripping down her legs, and couldn't take her eyes off the rest of the room. So many girls licking and kissing each other, it was so wrong and so sexy. Then she saw something she approved of. Her husband's receptionist was naked, legs spread, riding a man's dick vigorously, her eyes rolling back in her head from the pleasure. "Fuck me," Sandy's mother moaned to her own husband, and he eagerly filled her.
The boys liked jerking off together, they'd done it at home a few times. Of course, they never looked at or touched each other, since that would be a little gay. For some reason, though, they weren't so worried about that now. Tom used his other hand to stroke Terry's dick while the boy finished removing his clothes, and then Terry returned the favor. When they were both naked, they both found they felt so much better. They looked at each other, the sight of a naked, horny boy drawing each brother's eyes away from the orgy. Terry had to admit his brother looked pretty good. His body was smooth, like a girl's, but muscular. His eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung open as he pumped his dick. His lips looked soft, and Terry wondered how they'd feel on his dick. Tom's dick was nice, too. A little thicker and shorter than Terry's, it was smooth and stiff, and slick with precum. Terry loved how it had felt in his hand, really hot and hard, but the skin so soft. He couldn't stop thinking of how much he loved his brother, as he stepped closer and kissed him. Soon they were in bed together, and Terry felt his legs spread, felt his brother's stiff dick pressing against him, and sliding into his ass. The boy moaned in pleasure, and spurt a little on his brother's chest.
Sandy was freaking out at first. She knew she'd be in trouble. All these girls she should've been keeping an eye on were acting like dirty lezzies in front of her parents. Now, over the past few days, she'd learned being a dirty lezzie was fun, and being a perverted cockgirl was even better. But the warring embarssment and arousal made her try to push her cock down under her camp skirt. Her cock responded by spurting all over, making it worse. Soon she wasn't hiding, she was jerking off, watching her brothers make out and watching her parents do it doggystyle on one of the bunks. Her mother looked over at her, her eyes focusing on her daughter's cock.
"What happened to you?" the older woman asked, interrupted by moans as her husband pounded her pussy. She licked her lips.
"Good things," said Sandy, lifting her skirt out of the way to fully expose the ten-inch dick the parasites had given her. "And ah'm gonna do them to you, too." She stepped forward, offering her dick and her parasite-tainted cum to her mother's eager mouth.
Things slip your mind when you're turned into a sex-obsessed host whose entire purpose is incubating tainted cum and infecting others through fucking. Mr. Smith really was a good camp manager, but he'd been so busy lately enjoying his son's cock in his ass and fucking the mouth of every submissive boy he could find, that he had forgotten a few things. The most important of these was the actual owner of the two camps, and his planned visit on Parents' Day. So, that's why the only person waiting for Tony Richards as he pulled his expensive sports car into the lot was a horny boy in panties with his cock out.
Tony was ready to confront the boy, push him down, and beat him for being such a freak, right up until the boy turned to face him, spraying cum all over the older man from a dick at least three times the size of Tony's own. That size difference didn't last. The first effect of the cum soaking into his skin was a dizzy euphoria, followed quickly by the most intense arousal he'd ever felt. His cock begged for freedom, and he did his best to satisfy it, quickly removing everything he wore below the waist, leaving it piled next to him as he stood barefoot on the sand of the parking lot. His cock stood straight up, reaching the end of his tie. It throbbed and pulsed, growing with each beat, quickly moving past the end of the tie, thickening, dripping white just like Trevor's. Tony still felt aggressive, so he pushed the sissyboy down onto the car. Trevor giggled, his cock trapped under him making his chest slick. The older man left the panties there. He liked the way the pretty pink thong contrasted with the boy's swollen balls. But what Tony was focused on was the boy's asshole. That tight pucker between the boy's sexy ass cheeks called to Tony's dick. Even before it started changing, Tony would've wondered if a tight ass like that could take his cock. Now, though, it was bigger and thicker. He felt like he'd break the boy in half, but he couldn't stop himself from ramming in. A moment of slick tightness, and a squeal of pleasure from Trevor, and he was in, and Trevor was eagerly pushing back to get fucked.
Melissa was Tony's girlfriend. She had a killer body, and a quick wit that Tony didn't give a damn about. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed off her D-cups to her advange, and made her legs look even longer. Finishing the image, she wore a pair of high heels she was already regretting. She wasn't sure why she was supposed to be impressed by him owning some kiddy summer camps, but she went along anyway. He was generous, and the sex was pretty good. Her immediate reaction to the strange boy was shock, and then she saw Tony rip his clothes off and start fucking the boy. That was the point where she thought she must be dating some kind of deranged pedophile, who'd brought her here to show her, and maybe have her join in his sick games. Melissa ran. In heels over the gravel, she didnt' move very fast, but Tony seemed too busy to chase her. The car was locked, and she realized Tony had to have the keys. He and the boy seemed intent on glazing the whole area around them in jizz, so she wasn't going back for them. She ran for the camp, hoping to find a phone.
A minute later, her heels clicking and ankles hurting, she found the first building. Just a small restroom, it looked like, no phone. She heard grunting and gasping coming from the open door, and smelled something sweet as she got close. She thought that she must be out of shape. Her chest was burning. But she could breathe just fine. The heat seemed confined to her breasts, which were wobbling uncomfortably as she ran. She wiped sweat, and something sticky from her chest, and found herself licking the stickiness. She spat in disgust, moving closer to the open door, scared but curious. Inside, the room was covered in pearly goo, and the grunts resolved into a girl's voice shouting dirty commands to a lover. "Fuck me," and "harder."
Melissa pulled herself away. This was just more of the same. She walked away as fast as she could, her heels clicking and her stiff nipples rubbing uncomfortably against the inside of her dress. A little way down the path, she found herself sitting down to rest on a crude bench. Her chest was still burning, and now it felt tight. The E-cups were bouncing whenever she moved, and her nipples were swelling uncomfortably, and very visible through the red fabric. Her legs were also getting sore. Not sore exactly, she reflected, rubbing her hands over the smooth skin, her shapely calves and ankles. But they did feel strange. She thought maybe she could move faster without her heels, but they did make her legs look so good. Better to leave them on, she decided, standing up and sashaying down the path. Hopefully she could find a phone soon, or at least somewhere private. The way her dress was rubbing against her nipples was really distracting.
The sight of the red "Infirmary" sign a few minutes later came as a relief. Her dress was getting uncomfortable, her breasts bouncing all over. The click of her high heels soothed her, though. And the sign, the infirmary had to have a phone! Melissa ran with short, quick steps to the door. When she grabbed the knob, her hand just slid, the whole thing was covered in some kind of slippery goo. She moved to wipe it on her dress, which seemed shorter now for some reason. She rubbed the goo on her thigh, which felt fine, and grabbed the door again, getting a grip this time. She found it locked, and cursed. She hammered on the door, not wanting to go deeper into the camp. Things were weird enough already. Soon, the door opened.
A wave of sweetness, sex, and milk hit her nose when the door opened. Melissa was confronted by an extremely curvy redhead with huge, wobbly breasts bigger than her head. She wore nothing but a pair of white stockings and nurse's shoes, so it was easy for Melissa to also see that each breast had a pair of milk-dripping nipples. "Mooo?" asked the redehead, at Melissa's retreating back. She wasn't exactly running, so Gailcow just enjoyed watching her ass sway as she left.
Melissa was feeling dizzy. This had to be a dream. Things just were getting weirder and weirder, and her thoughts couldn't focus anymore. She stumbled into another building, she had no idea what this one was. There was a mirror, though. Her eyes slowly focused on her reflection. She saw her wild blond hair, her cloudy eyes, her mouth open slightly, pouty lips parted, looking ready to suck anything put between them. Her tits were almost as big as the cow-girl's, red dress just barely covering the puffy nipples. Actually she was pretty sure the nipples were all that was keeping the dress up. And up it was, the hem had ridden up her thighs so she could clearly see her panties, wet to the point of transparency. The pink lips of her pussy fascinated her, and she saw her fingers moving over her thighs in the reflection. Then, she touched it, fell to her knees, and her resistance was over. A little later, some boys found her and gave her what she, by that point, craved more than anything.
Naturally, Alice and Roger were a bit late getting to the camp. They took it as a good sign when the first thing they saw was an orgy interrupting parking. Roger wanted to fuck the boy who'd apparently stolen some clothes from a mother's suitcase (probably the woman with his cock down her throat), but Alice grabbed his dick and reminded him they were here for their kids. Roger's cock pulsed at the idea of fucking them, and he followed. Neither really felt it necessary to dress, the smell of sex was in the air over the whole lake.
That night, Roger was enjoying his daughter's pussy again, while his son fucked her best friend. The two girls were inseperable, always wanting to at least kiss if they couldn't lick each other. He heard his wife screaming in pleasure off in the distance. Getting double-penetrated again, he'd bet. He hoped she'd bring the boys or dickgirls she was fucking back to the family once she was done. He and Rob loved fucking teenage girls, but both of them were looking forward to having a cock inside them again.
Officer Debbie used to be insistant on being called Deborah. But now, since she was willing and eager to "do Dallas" like in the porno, she was fine with the name. Dispatch had been worried when she was out of contact for half an hour, but lying to them before returning to the nice couple's car to keep fucking was easy enough. After meeting them, and tasting that amazing cum, she was even starting to enjoy traffic stops. Nobody could take their eyes off of her tits. Men were always happy to give her a little bit of cum. In her mouth if they were in a hurry, deeper inside if they had the time. They always looked a little spaced-out when she let them go, but driving horny wasn't illegal. Hell, she'd learned how to drive and masturbate. Sure, their cocks were out and that was a little bit illegal, but she couldn't bring herself to arrest anyone for public nudity. She liked it too much.
The weird thing was, in the last day or so, she kept stopping families heading away from the summer camp on the lake who were already naked and fucking before she pulled them over. She'd seen a teenage girl naked in the front seat blowing her dad, some little boys in the backseat 69-ing while the parents masturbated, and even one man sucking himself off as he drove. She joined them, of course. She knew Dispatch wouldn't worry. After a night with Debbie, Dispatch did her job bottomless, impaled on a vibrating dildo. All she really wanted now was to hear the stories of Debbie's stop-and-fuck experiences.
Little Slut hated having to go back to softball practice. Her mom made her wear really baggy, ugly clothes to hide her big tits and sexy ass, since nine-year-old girls usually didn't look like that. Also mom had told her over and over again she wasn't allowed to finger herself. It was torture! The bats reminded her of dick so much, she wanted to just take off all her clothes and put one inside her. Besides, they weren't much bigger than her daddy's cock. Also, everybody was calling her Rebecca, instead of Little Slut. Still, mommy had said it would only be for a little while. Mommy volunteered to bring the drinks, after all, and little slut had helped her fill them. The drinks looked a bit cloudy, but the thirsty girls probably wouldn't notice right away. Little Slut grinned, she couldn't wait for the second half of practice.
