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Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Chapter: 04
Author: Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com)
Codes: mF, teen, first, oral
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER FOUR

That night, at dinner, my thoughts were chaotic. I'd certainly 
enjoyed my afternoon with Aunt Susan, and I definitely wanted to 
repeat the pleasurable experience, many times. But I was still 
basically inexperienced. I had no idea how to initiate anything 
with her. I certainly couldn't have one of my friends pass her a 
note in Study Hall!

"Are you OK, honey?" Mom asked, breaking my introspective, and 
confused, train of thought.

"Huh?" I replied blankly.

"You seem distracted. Are you feeling OK?" she asked. And in the 
time-honored tradition of mothers everywhere, she felt my 
forehead with the back of her hand. "You're not hot."

I quickly came up with a lame excuse, "I was just thinkin' about 
what I wanted to do the rest of the week." It was lame, but 
better a lame answer than letting her figure out for herself, 
right or wrong, what I was thinking about. Parents always made 
things out to be worse than they were, especially when they were 
worried about you.

"OK, honey," Mom said, mollified but not satisfied.

"May I be excused?" Erin asked, obviously not interested in my 
problems.

I was thankful for the distraction, however.

"Finish your peas, honey, and then you're excused," Mom replied, 
surveying my sister's picked-over plate.

I had the singular misfortune of having to eat peas with dinner 
tonight. And I swear to God, if I hadn't been distracted and not 
eating all that much, it would've taken every ounce of willpower 
I had not to suffer a hard-on every time I looked at them. Even 
now, staring at the little green things threatened to rouse an 
erection.

But that was only part of the problem. Not only was I distracted 
by the thoughts whirling in my head about Aunt Susan, I wasn't 
eating much. I was usually a healthy eater. Mom had noticed that 
as well as my obvious distraction. And unless I wanted to start 
answering questions as soon as Erin left the table, I'd better 
start making like normal Paul.

I started eating, thankful for the distraction, as Erin quickly 
scooped her remaining peas into her mouth and took her dishes to 
our usual sink. As an added bonus, Mom wouldn't expect me to make 
conversation, or answer probing questions, while I was so 
industriously applying myself to finishing my dinner.

But that night, I didn't touch a single pea. There was no way I 
would ever get out of the clubhouse if I got an erection during 
dinner! I did my best to think about nuns playing baseball. Old, 
wrinkled nuns...

Thankfully, it worked.

-----

I had almost finished my dinner, except for the peas of course, 
when my mother looked over my shoulder. I turned to see who it 
was and almost choked on my tongue.

Standing behind me was Aunt Susan. I froze! Had she decided to 
tell my mother what had happened this afternoon?! Had she decided 
to tell us that we had to leave the camp? Had she...? The awful 
possibilities were endless. Sometimes, I hated having a vivid 
imagination.

"Susan," Mom said brightly, "how are you? Would you care to join 
us?"

I'm sure I turned a sickly shade of blue. Mom gave me a quizzical 
look when she saw the expression on my face; a mixture of fear 
and anticipation.

"Thanks, Beth," Aunt Susan said as she slid into the seat to my 
left. "I wanted to talk to you..." She let it hang in the air for a 
moment. Then she brought the hammer down, "About Paul."

I was contemplating hara-kiri with a dinner fork.

"Oh?" my mother asked pleasantly.

"Well, he's been such a hard worker, and so helpful and polite, 
that I was wondering if he couldn't spend the rest of the week 
helping me around the house." I let my breath out explosively, 
and both women looked at me. Aunt Susan got an amused look on her 
face, while Mom was confused and not a little bit annoyed at my 
absolute lack of manners.

With a grimace, Mom turned back to Aunt Susan, "I'm glad to hear 
he's been so helpful. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, when Dad died, I really didn't have time to go through a 
lot of his things. I mostly just boxed them up and stored them in 
the garage. It should only take a couple of days to go through 
the boxes and sort them out, but I wanted to see if Paul could 
help out. It sure would make it easier on me."

"I guess it's up to Paul," Mom said, turning to look at me. "None 
of his friends are here yet, and I don't have much for him to 
do."

Aunt Susan turned to regard me as well, "I'll pay the same as 
before, three dollars an hour."

I looked back at her, trying to decide if she were teasing me, 
torturing me, trying to hire me, or 'D) All of the above.' I 
blinked as she regarded me coolly.

Confused and somewhat overwhelmed, I simply nodded my head.

"Excellent!" Aunt Susan beamed. "I'll feed him breakfast and 
lunch, and make sure he's back here for dinner by six, Beth."

My Mom nodded in agreement and aimed another speculative glance 
my way. I blithely ignored it and asked to be excused. When Mom 
nodded, I practically knocked the chair over getting up from the 
table.

"What's gotten into him, do you suppose?" I heard Mom ask as I 
walked away.

"I don't know," Aunt Susan responded. "But I'll keep an eye on 
him for you."

I redoubled my pace towards the sink and then hurried out of the 
clubhouse.

-----

That night, my thoughts were confusing and random. I ran through 
scenario after scenario in my head. I was at a loss for what Aunt 
Susan was doing, but I had no doubt that she was Up To Something. 
I just didn't know what it was. I knew what I hoped it was, but I 
just wasn't sure about anything anymore.

I finally convinced myself that I was wrong, that things were 
simply going to go back to normal, and that the afternoon's 
events were a one-time thing. I was awake long after Mom and Erin 
had gone to sleep that night.

-----

Mom once again woke me up in time to be at Aunt Susan's. She gave 
me a concerned look, but I pretended not to notice and went 
through my morning ritual before heading out to Aunt Susan's 
house.

When I got there, she motioned me through the kitchen door as if 
nothing were different. I did notice that she wasn't wearing her 
bikini bottoms. She was, however, wearing an apron. A positive 
sign? Maybe, maybe not. I thought so. But I just wasn't sure. I 
was delighted that she had forgone the bikini bottoms, but the 
apron confused me.

"Bacon and eggs for breakfast?" she asked me over her shoulder.

I nodded. Ah, I thought to myself, now the apron made sense. I 
wouldn't want hot bacon grease near my tender parts either.

She smiled and turned back to face the stove. My mind was racing 
again. To settle it, I decided to make small talk. Unfortunately, 
I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"How do you cook bacon without an apron?" How dumb was that?!

"You don't," she responded with a laugh.

So much for small talk.

As she finished cooking, she told me to have a seat, which I 
quickly did. She poured a glass of juice and set it before me on 
the table. When she returned from the stove, she stood on the 
other side of the table for a second and looked at me seriously.

"Paul," she said simply and paused. "Did you enjoy yesterday?" 
she asked.

My confusion must've been evident on my face, but I nodded 
decidedly.

"Can I trust you not to tell anyone about it?"

I nodded again. Even if I wanted to tell someone, who'd believe 
me?

She studied my face for a few seconds, looking into my eyes and 
gauging my reaction.

"Good."

She set the plate of food in front of me. It was only then that I 
noticed that she had left her plate on the counter.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked. 

"Mmm hmm," she said, removing her apron and seating herself 
across from me. "In a minute. Go ahead and start."

I frowned in thought for a moment, but then picked up my fork and 
began to eat. I had only taken a few bites when she announced 
that it was time for her to eat her breakfast and stood up 
gracefully. I looked up at her and waited for her to turn to the 
counter to get her plate. When she didn't, my confusion deepened.

"Don't get up from the table," she said, reading my expression. 
"Just relax and enjoy your breakfast."

With that, she pulled her chair to the side, sank to her knees, 
and disappeared under the table. It was only a moment before I 
felt the warmth of her touch, spreading my knees apart. In a 
second, I felt her hot breath on my soft penis. A microsecond 
after that, I was fully erect.

She wrapped her lips around my swollen cock and began gently 
sucking. My breakfast forgotten, I concentrated on the feeling of 
her mouth on my dick. She was stroking my penis with her lips and 
tongue, and it was having the desired effect. She sucked me like 
that for perhaps three or four minutes, in and out, in and out, 
caressing the soft skin of my cock with the equally soft skin of 
her lips, and the insistent strength and heat of her tongue.

Finally, I could stand no more, and felt myself begin to come. 
Jets of semen shot from my penis and waves of pleasure flowed 
over me. When I finished coming, my penis softened slightly and I 
felt the coolness of the air conditioned kitchen on my dick as 
she withdrew her mouth.

I sat there speechless as she reappeared at the other end of the 
table. As she stood and turned to look at me, she smiled a bright 
smile, a 'cat who ate the canary' smile.

"You didn't finish your breakfast," she chided me. "Breakfast is 
the most important meal of the day, you know."

I could only stare at her, astonished and excited at the same 
time, as she began to clean up my cold and forgotten breakfast. 
She was grinning wryly the whole time.

-----

We worked hard in the garage that morning. Aunt Susan backed her 
station wagon out into the sandy drive so we could work on the 
concrete slab floor. The past few days, we'd been working 
outside, and while it was still hot, at least there had been a 
breeze to cool us. Not so in the garage.

With no wind to cool us, it was hot. And dusty. And did I mention 
it was hot? While it wasn't hard work, per se, we soon built up a 
sweat. We had pulled roughly half the boxes off the shelves on 
the side of the garage and had them scattered on the floor in 
short order. I would pull boxes off the shelves, and Aunt Susan 
would open them, sort through the contents, and repack things in 
some extra boxes she'd kept for just that purpose. Once she 
closed and labeled a box, I would heave it back onto a shelf.

The work was fairly easy, and we talked while we worked. I 
learned that her oldest son Kirk was in his Second Class summer 
at the US Naval Academy. His entire summer was being spent 
experiencing every aspect of what the Navy and Marine Corps had 
to offer. Like his father, however, he already had his sights set 
on Naval Aviation. I could tell that Aunt Susan was very proud of 
him. Listening to her talk, I was proud that I even knew him.

Her younger son, Doug, had not opted for a career in the 
military. He was spending the summer in Austin, Texas. He was 
living with friends of the family and working as an intern for a 
large electronics company before beginning college at the 
University of Texas. I could tell that she was very proud of Doug 
too. She was happy they were both living the lives they wanted, 
but I could also see that she missed them tremendously.

Thinking about them, and their absence, made her a little 
melancholy. So I tried to change the subject.

"How did you end up running a nudist camp?" I asked.

"I took over when my father died."

Boy, did I know how to brighten up the conversation or what?!

"He died when the boys were 10 and 12," she said. "It hadn't been 
quite two years since Jack was killed, and I really didn't know 
what to do." She paused for a moment, and I saw tears fill her 
eyes.

I felt her emotions, and ached to comfort her, but I was still 
unsure of myself.

"My mother died when I was much younger, right after Doug was 
born, so my dad and the boys were all I had left. We'd all come 
to the camp when Jack was still alive, but I hadn't been back 
since he was shot down.

"Anyway, when Dad died, he left a trust fund for the boys, and 
for me. He knew he was dying," she paused and collected her 
thoughts, blinking back her tears. "It was liver cancer, and he 
set things up so we'd all be taken care of. All I had left were 
Kirk and Doug, and this place," she looked up at me, unshed tears 
in her eyes. "So the boys and I moved here."

I let the conversation end there, not trusting myself not to make 
things worse than I already had.

-----

But lunch time, we'd gotten nearly half-way through one side of 
the garage. Not working on the ladder, which I'd retrieved from 
where we'd left it the night before, we had little opportunity to 
be in close proximity. And since I already had one orgasm that 
morning, my penis was relatively cooperative.

I was putting the repacked boxes back on the shelf and Aunt Susan 
was sorting through a few of the boxes I'd set out a minute 
before when I heard her gasp. I swiftly set the box I carried on 
a shelf and turned to see what was the matter. I quickly looked 
around, but didn't see anything. Then I realized that she was 
looking down into the box she had just opened.

My imagination kicked into overdrive and I rushed over, expecting 
to bravely save her from a spider or some other creepy-crawly. 
When I got there however, I looked down into the box in 
bewilderment. The only thing there were photo albums!

Aunt Susan reached into the box and pulled the top album out and 
slowly opened its cover. She looked up when she sensed my 
presence and gestured for me to sit on a low stool beside her.

When I sat down, I could see that the photos in the album were 
fairly old. With a start, I recognized the clubhouse. I could 
clearly tell that the black and white picture had been taken many 
years before, but it was the same clubhouse that was the center 
of life in the camp. There were pictures of people too, nudists 
from the '50s.

As she turned the pages, I got to see what life was like at the 
camp twenty years before. There was no playground, and only one 
row of motel-style buildings across from the clubhouse. And it 
seemed a lot more open. The trees and bushes had grown quite a 
bit since the pictures were taken.

There was even a series of pictures showing bulldozers and 
workmen digging out and then finishing the swimming lake. I took 
it for granted that the lake had always been there, despite the 
fact that I knew it wasn't natural. But seeing before and after 
photos, not to mention construction photos, drove the point home.

When we finished the first album, she reached into the box and 
pulled out the next one. It was obviously a family album. The 
first picture was of a couple with a young girl, perhaps my 
sister's age. Aunt Susan sucked in her breath and held her hand 
to her mouth. Then she smiled.

I looked at her, then at the picture, wondering who the people 
were. (Like I said, sometimes I'm pretty slow on the uptake.)

She pointed to the man in the picture; a tall, handsome man with 
dark hair. "This is my father, this is my mother, and this is 
me," she said, pointing to each figure in turn.

I looked at the hand-written caption under the picture: 'Summer 
1955.'

Suddenly, she laughed; it was a quick, magical laugh, and 
completely unexpected.

"I thought I'd never get my breasts!"

The girl in the picture was still slim and flat-chested. I did 
some quick mental math and realized that she must've been about 
15 when it was taken.

"You did," I said, stating the obvious with a sage nod.

She laughed again and looked at me, "You think?!"

She elbowed me in the side, and put both albums back in the box. 
Standing up, she asked me to bring the box with us. I followed 
her as she headed out of the stuffy garage and into the 
courtyard. We entered the kitchen and she told me to put the box 
on the table.

"I want to rinse off before lunch," she said.

I merely nodded.

"I'll go get the towels and meet you outside."

Back outside, I turned on the shower and stepped under the cold 
spray, relieved to wash the sweat and grime of the garage off my 
skin. A minute later, Aunt Susan hung up the towels and stepped 
onto the tiles of the shower. She handed me the comb from 
yesterday as I stepped aside to let her rinse herself.

Once she had thoroughly rinsed off and then wet her hair, she 
asked me to comb it. I obediently stepped into the spray behind 
her, blocking it with my shoulders, and began to comb her wet 
hair.

She leaned her head back and simply enjoyed the feeling for a few 
moments. Then took a small step backwards. I felt the heat of her 
body, and my penis started to rise. She arched her back a little 
and thrust her ass backward, making contact with my swelling 
dick.

As with the day before, my penis was nestled between her cheeks. 
And also like the day before, I quickly reached full erection. 
Unlike the day before, however, she didn't step forward 
immediately.

Instead, she wiggled.

She turned to look over her shoulder at me and smiled. With a 
mischievous wink, she bent forward at the waist. The feeling, to 
my young senses, was amazing. I felt my cock rubbing against the 
smooth slit of her pussy, and it felt like my dick got harder 
still, if that were possible.

She rocked forward and back, rubbing herself with my manhood. To 
my astonishment, she reached back with her right hand and grasped 
my penis. She slid forward again and I stood transfixed.

I felt her manipulate my dick, and then I felt the most wonderful 
feeling in the world. She slowly rocked back and I felt her heat 
and tightness surround my dick. I was inside her! I nearly lost 
my balance the feeling was so intense.

As I felt her ass press against my thighs, she groaned, my dick 
buried to the hilt in her pussy. She began rocking her hips back 
and forth, pulling away and then impaling herself on me again.

As she sped the tempo and power of her rocking, I was nearly 
knocked backward. I instinctively reached out and grasped her 
hips. She groaned again, so I knew I was doing something right, 
even if it was simply providing a hard dick and holding on.

The feeling of my virgin dick plowing into her pussy was 
indescribable. Technically, I might not have been a virgin, but I 
didn't know if a couple of blowjobs counted. Now, however, I had 
no doubts. I was fucking Aunt Susan. In reality, she was fucking 
me!

Feeling my hands on her hips, she put her own on her knees and 
began to really thrust against me. I started pulling myself 
forward with each thrust, and soon, our wet bodies were pounding 
against each other.

Unfortunately, I didn't last long.

I felt my imminent eruption welling up inside me. With one final 
thrust, I held her ass tight against my hips, straining to get 
more of my dick inside her. With a rush, I began to come. I felt 
my dick swell as the spurts coursed through my shaft, filling her 
full of my semen. Spurt after spurt pumped into her and I felt 
her pussy quiver around my dick.

Susan groaned as she felt my spasms. I closed my eyes so tightly 
that I saw stars when I opened them again after my orgasm had 
subsided. I realized that in the my throes of pleasure, I had 
tightened my grip on her hips, and I relaxed my hands.

We stayed like that, Susan bent over in front of me with my dick 
buried in her pussy, for a minute more, letting the cold water 
wash over us as we caught our breath.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she eased forward, and with an almost 
electric jolt, my penis came out of her pussy. Susan stood up and 
turned, only to drop to her knees in front of me. She opened her 
mouth and eagerly licked my still-hard shaft. As I slowly got 
soft, she cleaned my penis with her lips and tongue. She was able 
to get me entirely in her mouth as I shrank, and I marveled at 
the pleasant sensations.

When I was completely soft, she smiled up at me and I helped her 
stand. I turned the water off and she reached for the towels. 
After she wrapped her towel around her hair, she reached her hand 
out to me. I took it and we headed towards the door in silence.

In my mind, I had a stupefying thought. I was no longer a virgin, 
that most detested of conditions for a young man. Woo-hoo! I was 
a Man! I think I must've floated into the kitchen, because I 
certainly don't remember walking there.

-----

Susan fixed us lunch, and we chatted about what the camp was like 
when her father first built it. Her grandfather had owned a mill 
and a factory making uniforms for the army during World War II. 
He had instilled in his son, Susan's father, two enduring values: 
a healthy respect for finances and a healthy respect for nature.

(I found it a little odd, and a not a little bit funny, that a 
clothing manufacturer's son would become a nudist.)

After the war, Susan's grandfather had died. Her father ran the 
family business for many years and then sold it to their major 
competitor. He had wisely invested the proceeds of the sale and 
his fortune grew.

In 1953, Susan's father, Douglas, had purchased a huge tract of 
South Carolina wilderness and built the camp. Her mother and 
father had wanted a place where families could come and enjoy 
nature, and they had created it.

After Susan graduated from high school, her parents had moved to 
the camp to live year-round, building the house she now lived in. 
When "Uncle Douglas," as he was called by the camp's visitors, 
died in 1970, Susan moved back to the camp. She had been there 
ever since.

"But listen to me, nattering on like I had good sense!" she said 
with a laugh.

I had long since finished my lunch, and was enjoying listening to 
her reminisce. I merely smiled at her.

"Well!" she said with a burst of enthusiasm. "Let's take the 
afternoon off. We deserve a break. Besides, I want to look 
through those albums."

I quickly nodded and she began clearing our dishes.

"Why don't you take the box into the living room?"

I picked it up from where I'd moved it off the table, and carried 
it into the living room. I turned on the lights at each end of 
the couch and sat down.

Susan walked into the living room and paused for a moment, giving 
me an appraising look. I still didn't know what to expect from 
her, so didn't say anything. Instead, I used the time to admire 
her body.

The sight of her smooth pussy still excited me tremendously. And 
now that we had 'done it,' and I knew what it felt like, I wanted 
more. But I still wasn't confident enough to initiate anything. I 
guess I still half expected her to stop everything if I made a 
wrong move.

Seeing me admiring her, her eyes softened and her expression 
changed.

"I want to finish before we look at photos," she said.

I was confused, and my confusion was evident. She wanted to 
finish what?

She smiled at my expression and slowly walked towards me.

"Scoot down and sit on the floor with your back against the 
couch," she said.

I readily complied, and she pulled one of the cushions off the 
back of the couch.

"Here, slide your hips out and lean back against this."

I did as I was told, looking up at her, my confusion only 
deepening. She took the towel from around her head, ran her 
fingers through her hair, then stepped between my legs. I watched 
with minor trepidation and building excitement as she knelt 
between my knees and bent forward.

I felt the warm wetness of her hair caress my belly as the warm 
wetness of her mouth captured the tip of my flaccid penis. She 
ran her tongue around the soft head of my manhood, massaging it 
with her lips.

The sight of her on her hands and knees between my legs, her 
beautiful hourglass figure before me, was more than enough to 
excite me. As she began sucking my stiffening penis, wrapping her 
tongue around my expanding length and slowly moving her head from 
side to side, I admired her shapely back and rounded ass.

She began sucking in earnest as I reached my full length, bobbing 
her head up and down on my shaft. Taking long, slow motions, she 
gently sucked almost my entire length into her mouth then pulled 
back, lightly raking the underside of my penis with her lower 
lip.

She sucked me like this for several minutes, slowly bobbing her 
head up and down as I savored the sensation. I knew I wouldn't 
come soon, not after two orgasms earlier today, and I leaned back 
against the couch cushion and watched her suck me.

Susan released my cock and sat back on her heels.

"Mmmmm."

She then moved up to straddle my hips. As her pussy dragged 
across my saliva-slick penis, it twitched, and she smiled at me. 
She then raised up and I watched in wonder as she reached down 
with her right hand to lift my penis and point it at the opening 
to her pussy. She rubbed the head back and forth across her 
shaven slit and then set it at the junction of her inner lips.

Once the tip was in the right place, she sank back a little, just 
enough to let the head of my dick enter her. When she removed her 
hand, I marveled at the sight of the shaft of my penis splitting 
her open, my glans invisible inside her. She rested her hands on 
her thighs and with exquisite slowness, she lowered herself onto 
me.

As her pussy slowly engulfed my cock, I watched in amazement as 
her smooth outer labia bulged to accept my width and her inner 
lips clung to the sides of my shaft. The feeling of sliding into 
her was magical. I never wanted it to end.

When her buttocks came to rest on my thighs and my dick was 
completely buried in her pussy, she shuddered and took a deep, 
ragged breath, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. With 
her eyes still closed, she moved her hips side to side a little, 
got her knees situated comfortably on either side of my hips, and 
exhaled slowly.

She bit her bottom lip and groaned in pleasure. After a minute 
sitting like this, with my dick buried in the warmth and wetness 
of her pussy, she slowly opened her eyes.

They were unfocussed for a second or two and she took another 
deep breath. Then she looked at me and smiled.

Her expression teased me as she said, "You can touch me, you 
know. I'm not going to break."

When I still didn't move, she reached down and grasped my wrists. 
She raised my hands and placed them on her hips. She shivered at 
the contact, and I could feel her reaction as her pussy 
convulsively gripped my dick.

"Mmmmm, I like it when you touch me," she said.

I rubbed my hands up and down the smooth skin of her flanks and 
she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her pussy clenched again 
and I took that as a signal to explore further.

I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, running my palms 
over her nipples. I felt them stiffen immediately under my touch 
as she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Her pussy 
spasmed, grasping my erection in its soft grip and she shuddered.

She took another deep breath and rose on her knees. In 
fascination, I looked down as she lifted off my erection. Her 
pussy lips pulled at me as she raised herself off my length, my 
dick glistening with her juices. When only the tip of my penis 
was inside her, she began to descend, my girth once again 
splitting her open.

She returned her palms to her thighs, keeping her eyes closed and 
breathing deeply through her nose. When her buttocks touched my 
thighs and she had firmly seated herself on my dick, she began 
rotating her hips in small circles.

I continued to gently manipulate her breasts, rubbing my palms 
over her erect nipples. I didn't know what else to do so I ran my 
hands back over her sides and down to her hips.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," she said without opening her eyes.

Her hips were still making small circles, grinding her pussy 
against my stiffness. I decided that if she liked me moving my 
hands over her, I would oblige. With the backs of my fingernails, 
I traced back up her ribs to the sides of her gently swaying 
breasts. I ran my fingertips over her globes, avoiding her 
nipples, as she bit her lower lip again and moaned softly.

I took that as a very positive sign and circled her areolas, 
running my fingers up the tops of her breasts and into the hollow 
of her collarbone. I gently splayed my fingertips over the sides 
of her neck and drew them out over the line of her jawbone. I had 
no idea what I was doing, so I let her reactions guide me.

With feathery light caresses, I ran my fingers back down the 
sides of her neck and over her shoulders. I wrapped my hands 
around them, barely touching her, and drew my hands down the 
length of her arms, adding pressure with my fingers on the back 
of her arms. She shuddered in pleasure and I felt her pussy grip 
me tighter. I didn't have any plan for what I was doing, but she 
was certainly enjoying it.

I ran my hands lightly over her entire body, back up to her 
shoulders and down her chest, still avoiding her nipples. When my 
hands reached her hips, she let out another low-voiced moan.

With my hands resting on her hips, she stopped the circular 
motion of her hips and began to slowly bounce up and down on my 
dick. I reached my hands around to cup her ass as she moved atop 
me, pulling her towards me and up, and then letting her sink down 
on my length again.

We fucked like this for what seemed like forever, but was 
probably closer to five minutes. With a whoosh of breath, she 
impaled herself on me and bit her lip again, harder this time. 
She then began rocking her hips back and forth. I felt her ass 
cheeks clenching with the exertion, but the feeling on my penis 
was incredible. She was grinding the base of my cock with her 
pussy lips, and I simply held on for the ride at this point.

Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she looked directly at me.

"Come inside me! I want to feel you come inside me."

She rose on her knees and then reseated herself, my cock buried 
to the root. I moved my hands back to her hips as she rode me up 
and down. On each downstroke, I felt her pussy squeezing tighter 
and tighter.

She was wordlessly moaning now as she bounced atop my hips, 
riding my cock and grinding against me at the bottom of each 
stroke. I felt my orgasm building and knew it wouldn't be long 
before I spent myself inside her.

With a low, powerful moan, she seated herself firmly. The 
pressure was too much for me, and I felt my dick swell and begin 
to spurt into the depths of her pussy. She was gently rocking 
back and forth as I came inside her, and when I had almost 
finished, her pussy spasmed and... went wild. I was gripped so 
tightly that I thought I would pass out from the pleasure.

With a long, tearing moan, she collapsed against my chest and 
whimpered into the hollow of my neck. Her body shuddered as her 
pussy gripped my hard shaft. I reached around her and rubbed my 
hands up and down her back and ass cheeks, gently squeezing and 
rubbing her bottom at the end of each motion. Her arms gripped my 
torso tightly as she gently bucked and shuddered in pleasure.

When her orgasm subsided, she loosened her grip but kept her arms 
around me. Her hips still jerked against me, and I her pussy 
seemed to get even hotter and wetter. I stopped rubbing her ass 
and simply wrapped my arms around her, not knowing what else to 
do.

Miraculously, my cock shrank very little, the heat and tightness 
of her pussy sustaining my semi-erect condition. After many 
minutes, our breathing returned to normal. She still gripped me 
tightly with her arms, her body held against mine as I embraced 
her.

I didn't know what else to do, so I kept doing what I was doing.

After perhaps five more minutes, she released me and sat up 
slowly. She had a sleepy look in her eyes. I marveled at her 
beauty once again as I looked into her blue eyes.

"Mmmmm," she said and smiled lazily. "I'm finished."

So THAT'S what she meant! I smiled in return. I thought to myself 
that I'd like her to 'finish' more often.

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My dick never really did shrink completely until we had uncoupled 
and Susan licked me clean. Then she sat back and demurely folded 
her legs under herself.

"Um... Susan?"

"Yes?"

"Um... what about... um..."

She smiled and at my discomfort and raised her eyebrows.

"What about..." I stammered. "What about my, you know... um... I've 
done it twice now, and... um..." I said, pointing in the general 
direction of her pussy. The look on her face told me she was 
clearly enjoying my stammering discomfort, which only made things 
worse. I resolved myself to get my question out, "What about my... 
stuff?"

"Your semen? What about it?" she asked coyly

"I mean... won't you... or... couldn't you... um..."

"You mean, 'could I get pregnant?'"

I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly nodded.

She shook her head. "I had my tubes tied after Doug was born. You 
can shoot 'your stuff,'" she smiled to take the edge off it, 
"wherever you want, within reason."

I nodded again.

"You don't mind, do you?" she teased me.

I blushed and shook my head. "I kinda like it," I said 
hesitantly.

"So do I," she said, smiling genuinely.

All the sudden, her face changed, and she looked like an excited 
young girl on Christmas morning.

"Now," she said brightly, "let's look at those pictures."

She unfolded her legs, stood, and moved to sit beside me on the 
floor. I took the cushion from behind my back and scooted back to 
lean against the front of the couch. She pulled the box of albums 
over to us and took the first two out.

Susan had been an only child of wealthy parents and there were 
many, many photos of her and her family. I was most interested in 
the ones from the early days of the nudist camp. The photos of 
Susan showed a beautiful, developing young woman, blossoming into 
adulthood.

She had indeed developed late, but when she did develop, she bore 
a striking resemblance to her mother. Even in the later photos, 
her mother was a very beautiful woman. Easily as beautiful as 
Susan was as an adult. I suspected she would always be a pretty 
woman. Genes are tough to beat, I thought ruefully to myself, 
looking down at my stocky body.

I shook those thoughts from my head, and simply enjoyed the 
pictures. We leafed through the albums and she pointed out 
different additions to the camp or described the events in the 
pictures. Her father had been quite a nature lover, and took 
great pride in building up the camp for like-minded people.

We had almost finished going through the albums when the clock 
chimed the hour. I found that I had actually enjoyed looking at 
the photos; especially the ones of a young and nude Susan. 
Usually, I can take or leave photo albums, they're just not all 
that interesting to me. But in some way I couldn't quite 
pinpoint, this was different.

I mentally shrugged, and began to wonder whether Susan would want 
to shower here, together, or I would head back to our cabin to 
clean up before dinner.

"You need to shower before you head off to dinner," she said, as 
if answering my silent question. "We smell like sex," she said 
with a grin.

I'd been half afraid that after our eventful afternoon, she 
wouldn't want to spend more time with me. She stood up and 
extended her hand down to me. I took it as I stood, and she led 
me into the hall bathroom.

We showered until the hot water ran out and our fingers were 
pruned. She let me explore her body as I washed her gently with 
the washcloth. I studied every crack and crevice. I marveled at 
how soft her skin was. Some of the older women who lived at the 
camp year round had skin that looked dry and almost leathery. 
Susan didn't spend as much time out in the sun. While she did 
have a tan, she was still very pale compared to many of the sun 
worshipers who came to the camp.

After I had washed and rinsed her breasts, I leaned in and slowly 
sucked one nipple into my mouth. I wondered how she would react 
to this, and I was rewarded as she sucked in her breath and 
grasped my head with both hands. I circled her suddenly erect 
nipple with my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I 
flicked my tongue over the tip. I tried to treat her nipple like 
she treated my dick, and I was rewarded for my efforts. I 
switched to her other breast, and quickly had that nipple erect 
too.

"Mmmmm," I said, looking up at her and smiling, echoing her 
comment of earlier.

She smiled down at me as I sank to my knees in front of her. I 
gently washed her legs, one at a time, and then moved the 
washcloth to her pussy. I didn't want to scrape her sensitive 
parts with the washcloth, so I lightly rubbed her mons and lips. 
She leaned back into the shower and moaned. I longed to probe her 
pussy with my fingers, but I didn't know how she would react.

I didn't get the opportunity to ask, however, as she lifted me to 
my feet and took the washcloth from me. She switched places with 
me, placing me under the stream of water after she rinsed and re-
lathered the washcloth.

She returned the favor and washed me thoroughly. By the time she 
had me rinsed, however, the water was turning cold. She knelt 
before me, the chilly water cascading down my back, and took my 
limp penis in her mouth. She sucked me for a minute or so. I was 
just beginning to get hard after all the afternoon's attention 
when she turned her head and ducked under my penis to lick my 
balls.

The sensation was wonderful as she sucked first one, then the 
other testicle into her mouth. After she had lavished a minute's 
attention on my balls, she returned to my penis. She was only 
teasing me however, and quit before I began to seriously become 
erect.

She smiled a wickedly mischievous smile up at me. "I have to keep 
you wanting more," she said sweetly.

Like there was any risk that I might not want more, I thought to 
myself. Ha! Not likely.

She then laughed and stood up as I turned to turn off the now-
cold water. We dried off and talked about the next day.

"If we finish with the entire side of the garage tomorrow, we can 
go into town tomorrow afternoon," she said. "I can go to the bank 
and get some cash for you. And I want to pick some things up at 
the supermarket."

I nodded.

"Also, tell your Mom that we're going and she'll probably give 
you a list of things she needs from the store. With your Dad gone 
with the car, it'll save her some trouble."

I nodded again.

When we came out into the living room, the clock showed that it 
was almost six! Susan saw it too, and swatted me in the behind, 
shooing me towards the kitchen door.

I grinned at her goofily and headed towards the door.

My mom was just setting plates on the table when I opened the 
door to the clubhouse. As I got closer, she looked at me 
questioningly. I returned her look as innocently as I could, 
smiling. She let any question she might've had die unspoken as I 
sat down at the table and put my napkin in my lap.

During dinner, Mom and Erin talked about stuff, but I wasn't 
paying attention. My thoughts were filled with Susan. And if Mom 
noticed that I was distracted again, then at least I didn't look 
sick. People who are sick do not have goofy smiles on their 
faces!

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