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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 05
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral, exhib
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FIVE

I got up on my own the next morning, and Mom was just getting up 
as I was coming out of the bathroom. She was brushing her hair at 
the dresser when I emerged. When I stepped out of the bathroom, 
she put her brush on the dresser and smiled at me.

I had told her about our trip to town today, and she had written 
a grocery list out. She folded it and stuffed it into an envelope 
that I could see contained cash. She folded the flap closed and 
put it on the top of the dresser.

"There's a list in there of all the groceries that we need. And 
there should be enough cash in there to pay for everything," she 
said, opening my dresser drawer.

"Mmm hmm," I said, settling in for the redundant, and 
unnecessary, instructions.

"Bring back the change, please. Also, be sure you thank Aunt 
Susan for me. I know you'll be polite while you're with her. And 
do what she says."

"Which shorts do you want?"

"Blue."

"Shirt?"

"Cowboys."

"Make sure you clean up before you leave for town," she said, 
looking at me sternly. "Ask Aunt Susan if you can shower there," 
she instructed. (Little did she know!)

She pulled my shorts and my Dallas Cowboys t-shirt out of the 
drawer along with a pair of socks and underwear. She spread the 
shirt out on top of the dresser and rolled the other clothing up 
in it.

Mom handed me the rolled-up bundle of clothes and the envelope 
with the list and money. I waited for her to finish her 
instructions, knowing that I wasn't done yet.

"Have fun and be sure you get everything on the list. I know you 
won't cause any problems, but I'll tell you anyway," she said, 
smiling at me, only half teasing, "don't cause any problems."

She smiled at me to reassure me that she trusted me.

"Okay, Mom. Bye."

I turned and headed for the door. I couldn't wait to get to 
Susan's for breakfast! I had just opened the cabin door and was 
nearly out the screen door when she called me back. I turned and 
looked at her, trying to hide my exasperation.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

I frowned in thought and shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded blithely.

Her eyes flicked to the end of the bunk beds and she looked 
pointedly at the floor. Belatedly, I spotted my sneakers. A 
stricken look came over my face as I shifted my clothes to my 
right hand and reached down with my left.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, smiling up at her in gratitude as I 
plucked my shoes from the floor.

With that, I turned and banged through the screen door, letting 
it slam behind me. Erin hated it when I did that. I smiled as I 
jogged down the hill towards Susan's.

-----

Once I got to Susan's house, she motioned me in when she saw me 
approach the kitchen door. I set my shoes on the floor and the 
rest of what I was carrying on the counter.

"Good morning, sunshine," she said, smiling at me.

She poured me a bowl of cereal and took two pieces of cheese 
toast out of the oven. She silently directed me to sit down, in 
my usual chair closest to the door, and set the bowl and plate in 
front of me.

I sent a questioning glance to her empty end of the table.

"I thought I'd have the same thing that I had yesterday," she 
said, smiling wickedly. "If it's okay with you, that is."

I felt my eyes widen and I quickly nodded. I couldn't believe my 
luck! Of course I had hoped that this would happen. But hope and 
reality have a way of turning out differently. This morning, I 
was glad that my reality was running smack into my hopes.

"Why don't we make a game of it?" she asked.

I wrinkled my brow in confusion.

"Let's see how much of your breakfast you can finish before I 
finish with my breakfast!"

I nodded, and she smiled wickedly again, dropping to her knees 
and disappearing under the table.

I had just scooped a bite of cereal when I felt her warm hand 
part my thighs. I felt the inside of my legs against her 
shoulders as her hot breath washed over my groin. My dick 
stiffened instantly, and all thought of breakfast fled my mind as 
her soft, wet lips fastened themselves onto the tip of my penis.

She sucked me slowly, taking long strokes that dragged her wet 
lips and tongue back over the length of my shaft. I could hear 
her making little noises of delight under the table as she bobbed 
her head back and forth on my manhood.

With one hand, she reached up to fondle my balls as she sucked me 
gently. Every once in a while, she would stop when she got most 
of my dick in her mouth and she would run her tongue over the 
underside of my shaft. She would softly shake her head side to 
side, raking the smooth skin of my penis against the equally 
smooth inside of her cheeks. Then she would withdraw and return 
to bobbing her head, caressing my length with her lips and 
tongue.

I lasted longer than I thought I would, she seemed to have a way 
of drawing things out, but I didn't last as long as I wanted to!

Before long, I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt the rush 
of pressure surge up my shaft. As soon as the first spurt shot 
into her mouth, she locked her lips just behind the crown of my 
cock and brought her hand up to stroke and milk my shaft. My cock 
seemed to swell still further as I came in her mouth, shooting my 
seed down her throat.

When I finally finished shooting my load, she gently sucked my 
deflating cock, coaxing the last remaining drops of semen from my 
shaft.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as she slowly nursed my penis back 
to its flaccid state. When she was done, she reappeared on the 
other side of the table and climbed up into the chair. Her look 
was insufferably smug as she stared pointedly at my barely-
touched cereal and toast.

"I win," she said, practically preening. She smiled broadly, her 
white teeth reminding me of the white semen I had just shot over 
them. "Now finish your breakfast, we've got a lot of work to do."

My cereal was soggy and my toast was cold, but I obediently 
consumed it all.

-----

After breakfast, we finished up all the boxes on the side wall of 
the garage. There were no more finds like the photo albums, 
however. Mostly, it was the kind of things that people accumulate 
over many years of life--knick-knacks.

The whole time I was moving boxes, however, Susan was teasing me. 
I'd come up to set a box down and she'd ask me to wait before 
picking up the box she was working on. When she had taped up the 
new box, she would fondle me before she'd let me pick it up.

Or she would spread her legs, making eye contact with me before 
she did it, and run her index finger over her slit. I would 
invariably drop my eyes to the spectacle before me (as she meant 
for me to) and when I'd look back up at her, she'd be grinning at 
me.

Once, she caught me as I was turning from the shelves, sank to 
her knees, and sucked me until I was fully hard. As soon as I 
stiffened completely, however, she popped my dick out of her 
mouth and went back to work with an evil twinkle in her eye.

Her antics kept me almost permanently hard. And by lunchtime, I 
was almost ready to jerk off in front of her just for some 
relief.

When we finished the last box from the side of the garage, we 
decided to break for an early lunch. We were walking past the 
wrought-iron table, my hard-on leading the way, when she suddenly 
turned. She spun on her heels so quickly that I almost bumped 
into her.

With a wicked grin, she dropped to her knees and immediately took 
my length as far as she could into her mouth. She only bobbed her 
head four or five times, however, then stood up. She pushed me 
aside a little and bent over the glass table top, supporting 
herself with her outstretched arms.

"Fuck me from behind," she said over her shoulder, her voice 
thick with emotion.

I readily complied. I bent my knees slightly to come up from 
behind, and when I moved my hips forward, my dick slid into her 
easily. The first touch of my flesh on hers was electric, and she 
let out a low moan of pleasure.

When I had myself firmly seated in her pussy, I grabbed her hips 
and began to slowly thrust in and out of her.

The feeling of her pussy was in some ways better than her mouth. 
Her pussy gripped me like a vise--a very hot, very wet vise. I 
slowly sawed my cock in and out of her pussy, and I could feel 
her need as she quivered beneath me.

"This is for teasing me all morning," I said as I kept my pace 
deliberately slow.

She only whimpered.

I kept up my glacial pace as long as I could. But finally, the 
sensations created by the walls of her vagina overwhelmed me and 
I began thrusting into her with strong strokes.

She was thrust forward every time my hips slammed into her ass 
and drove my cock deep into her pussy. Her arms slid out from 
under her and she stretched out on the table before me, open to 
my onslaught. I pumped into her a few more times before I felt my 
come boiling up.

With one final thrust, I pounded into her, held my hips against 
her ass with my hands, and felt my come erupt inside her. I felt 
as if my body were being emptied of semen, I came so powerfully. 
My eyes closed tightly as I held onto her, locked inside her, at 
the mercy of my gushing penis.

When my come finally slowed to a trickle, I opened my eyes. I'd 
had them shut so tightly that I saw spots for a moment. I relaxed 
my clenched legs and buttocks, and looked down at Susan's back 
where she panted, laid out on the table. When we finally 
recovered a semblance of our normal breathing, I pulled my hips 
back and let my slick penis slide from her pussy.

I was still half-hard, and she slid off the table to kneel in 
front of me. With increasing energy, she cleaned our combined 
juices from my dick. When she pronounced me clean enough and 
stood, she took my hand in hers and we went inside.

We had been so occupied with each other that neither of us had 
noticed the person standing at the entry to the courtyard.

-----

Once inside, we showered together. I enjoyed washing her, and I 
certainly enjoyed her washing me. But I had just come not more 
than 15 minutes before, I survived the experience without an 
erection.

When we got out of the shower, Susan wrapped her towel around her 
head and headed off to her bedroom to get dressed. I suddenly 
realized that I'd forgotten to bring any deodorant. Fortunately, 
rooting around in the medicine cabinet, I found some left over 
from her sons, and was soon dressed and waiting in the living 
room.

I heard the hairdryer from the back of the house shut off, and 
then Susan entered the living room. She had her hair up in a pony 
tail, a very cute hair style that made her look several years 
younger. She wore a men's button shirt with the sleeves rolled 
up. It was tucked into a light, mid-thigh-length beige print 
skirt. Completing the outfit, she wore strappy sandals that 
accentuated her calves.

She fixed a quick lunch of sandwiches and lemonade. When we 
finished eating and Susan had put the dishes in the sink for 
later, she picked up her purse from the counter in the kitchen. 
She reminded me to get my envelope with my mom's shopping list 
and cash, and we headed out to the courtyard. Since we were still 
working in the garage, her car was parked out in front of it. We 
hopped into the station wagon and headed out.

On the way out of the camp, we saw Mom come out the side door of 
the clubhouse and flag us down.

We had our windows rolled down because of the heat, and as Susan 
slowed to a stop, Mom walked up to lean down to the window. She 
had a flustered expression on her face. She looked at Susan, then 
slid her gaze to me. Her expression was unreadable, and I 
wondered if I'd done something wrong.

Then she sort of shook herself and smiled.

"Sorry to flag you down," she said to Susan by way of 
explanation, "but I remembered that we were low on Cokes, so I 
wanted Paul to pick some up."

She looked at me.

"You should have enough money, just add two six-packs of Coke to 
your list."

"Sure, Mom. No problem."

She smiled and Susan nodded, "I'll make sure he remembers them, 
Beth."

"Thanks, Suz."

Mom looked at me one more time, and I could swear that as she 
rose to back away from the car, her eyes dropped to my crotch. 
Before I could react, however, Mom waved.

Susan returned the wave, smiled, and drove off.

"What was that about?" Susan asked, looking over at me.

I shrugged, "I dunno."

"Hmmmm."
 
-----

The drive from the camp to the chained gate was only 15 minutes. 
The gate was actually two large white-painted cinder-block anchor 
pillars with a padlocked chain stretched between them. Signs on 
the inbound side of the pillars proclaimed this to be private 
property and forbade trespassing. The pine forest came right up 
to the sandy road at this point, and there was no way to bypass 
the gate with a car.

When we arrived at the chain, Susan told me the combination to 
the lock. I got out, unlocked the chain and let it fall to the 
ground. When she drove over the chain, I hauled it back through 
the anchor bolt, pulled it tight, and re-locked the padlock to 
hold it in place. I returned to the passenger side of the station 
wagon and we drove off.

The drive from the gate was another 20 minutes. We were about 
halfway to the main road when Susan slowed. The pine forest had 
thinned out by this point, and as Susan turned right into the 
weeds, I was certain she had gone nuts. It was heavily overgrown 
with tall grass, but there was indeed the beginnings of a cleared 
track beyond the weeds. I could barely make out the sandy track, 
but Susan seemed assured so I relaxed and let her drive.

"This is where my father first wanted to put his house. After 
they surveyed the land, he decided that the current location was 
much better, since we could build the lake. And it would require 
much less time, money, and trouble removing trees. Up ahead, the 
forest is fairly thick, and we would've had to remove acres of 
trees to build what my father wanted.

"So he decided to locate the camp where it is now. But we'd come 
up here on picnics when I was a little girl. I think I'm the only 
one who knows about it, and I keep it to myself, since it's so 
special to me.

"Unless you know the road is here, you'd have to practically 
stumble over it to find it. And no one from the camp hikes this 
far towards the main road," she explained as we drove slowly down 
the overgrown track.

We reached a natural clearing after about 10 minutes, and Susan 
stopped the station wagon in the tall grass. She stopped the 
engine and we got out of the car.

"Take your clothes off," she said, unbuttoning her shirt. "Leave 
your shoes and socks on, though."

I complied quickly. I had only my t-shirt, underwear and shorts 
to slide off. I watched as she pulled her shirt from her skirt 
and took it off, throwing it on the driver's seat. She reached 
around behind her and unclasped her bra. I was mesmerized as I 
watched the globes of her breasts spill out of her bra as she 
removed it. She then bent over and slid her skirt and panties off 
in one fluid motion.

Once she'd tossed everything on the car seat, she walked off into 
the woods. I quickly caught up with her. We walked through the 
shade of the pine forest for perhaps 10 more minutes. Up ahead, I 
could see the trees thinning out, and thought I heard the sound 
of running water.

We came around a low hill and she stopped. Before us were several 
large rocks. Over the rocks, most of them taller than me, ran a 
stream. The falls formed a dark pool at the base of the larger 
rocks, and then ran off down the hill to our right.

"This is one of the streams that feeds the camp's lake," she 
said.

"Cool."

"Very," she said, smiling. "The spring starts several hundred 
feet up this hill, but this is my favorite place."

I could see why. The trees were thinner here, because of the 
stream, and the sun shone down to bake the large rocks of the 
falls.

"The pool is about 4 feet deep, and _very_ cold," she said. "On a 
summer day, however, it's a great place for a picnic and a swim."

She stood silently for a few moments, then sighed deeply.

"This is a very special place for me," she said quietly.

I stood close to her and kept silent.

She closed her eyes and stood silently for another minute, 
enjoying the sounds of the forest and the small falls.

At last, she turned to me with a mischievous look in her eye and 
dropped to her knees. She took my penis in her mouth and began 
working on it. Despite the fact that I'd already come twice 
today, I was quickly erect.

She took my penis out of her mouth and turned her attentions to 
my balls. While she licked them, she stroked my length with her 
left hand.

She continued alternately licking my balls and sucking my dick 
for perhaps another minute. Then she popped my manhood out of her 
mouth and stood. At my look of disappointment, she chided me.

"Just wait... You'll enjoy it," she said cryptically.

With that, she turned and started off, back the way we'd come.

-----

When we got back to the car, I went to put on my clothes.

"Leave your underwear off," she said to me over the hood of the 
car.

"Huh?"

"Just don't put your underwear on, that's all."

"But won't people be able to tell?" I asked. My shorts weren't 
all that thick to begin with. And I still had to cram my half-
hard penis into the thin fabric. It would stand out to anyone who 
was paying attention.

"Mmm hmm," she said, grinning.

"Okay," I said, still not convinced.

"Trust me," she said confidently.

I watched as she picked up her skirt. She shook her panties loose 
from where they'd been tangled up in the thin garment. Leaving 
the white panties on the car seat, she stepped into the skirt and 
slid it up her shapely legs.

Leaving her bra on the car seat too, she thrust her arms into the 
shirt. She didn't button it up at all. Rather, she tied the shirt 
tails in a loose knot at her midriff. It was so loose, that when 
she looked up and saw me watching her, she grasped the edges of 
the shirt and pulled them apart, exposing her nipples to me.

"You're not going into town like that, are you?"

"Mmm hmm," she nodded, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

I shook my head and got into the car. We put our discarded 
underwear in the glove compartment and returned to the camp road. 
 From there, it was only 10 minutes more to the main road, a two-
lane "highway" leading to town.

The drive to town took another 40 minutes, and we chatted idly 
about the sights along the road, cars we passed, and anything 
else that struck our fancy.

-----

Once we got into town, the first stop we made was at a bank. I 
stayed in the car while Susan went inside.

When she returned, she handed me a bank envelope, gesturing for 
me to open it.

"That's your pay for this week."

I tentatively opened the envelope. Inside, I counted six crisp 
new $20 bills! This was a small fortune for a teenager, and 
visions of what I would purchase flashed through my mind. The 
possibilities were endless!

I was lost in thought as we pulled out of the bank parking lot, 
Susan smiling at my preoccupation the entire time.

-----

I was so lost in thought about my newfound riches that I didn't 
even notice when we pulled into the Winn Dixie parking lot. When 
Susan parked the car, I looked up.

I guess early Friday afternoon wasn't a busy time at the grocery 
store. We were one of the only cars in the parking lot. As I got 
out of the car, I asked about the lack of people at the store. 
Susan pointed down the street and I saw a much larger, and much 
newer grocery store. I suspected that good old Winn Dixie might 
just be suffering from the newer competition.

"I've been coming to this store for years, and I know where 
everything is. So I guess I keep coming back because it's 
convenient," she said.

I shrugged.

It didn't matter to me much one way or the other. I took out my 
envelope with the list and the money, clutched it in my hand, and 
followed Susan into the store.

Inside the grocery store, the air conditioning was not really up 
to the job. I suspected that did more than anything to drive away 
customers on a hot South Carolina summer day.

Once in the store, Susan set her sunglasses on top of her head, 
pulled out a basket, and we headed off to the produce section. I 
took out my list and began to fill the basket with groceries.

After the produce section, we came to the dairy coolers, and 
Susan began to tease me. Her shirt was tied so loosely that she 
could easily slide it to one side or the other and completely 
expose one of her breasts. In the chill of the dairy aisle (one 
of the few cool places in the store, I suspected!), she pulled 
her shirt to the left and exposed herself to my gaze.

"Brrrrrr. It sure is cold over here," she said with a mischievous 
smile.

I almost panicked, looking around to see if anyone could see us. 
I hastily determined that the store was as devoid of employees as 
it was of customers.

"My poor nipples are so hard," she continued, baiting me.

I couldn't move, I was so afraid of being caught. She only 
grinned at my discomfort and blithely turned to continue down the 
aisle--without covering her exposed breast.

I quickly scampered in front of her, stopping in front of the 
cart.

"Susan, please!" I hissed. "If we get caught, they'll put us in 
jail; or worse!"

She smiled at me.

"I thought you liked my breasts," she said.

"I do, I just don't wanna go to jail."

She shrugged minutely and shifted her shirt. I could still 
plainly see the curve of her left breast, but I could no longer 
see her areola. I figured that might be good enough to keep us 
out of jail.

On the next aisle, she continued. I was putting a loaf of bread 
in the cart when I felt her hand on the front of my shorts, 
caressing my dick. I hardened before I could jump back in 
surprise.

Once again, I frantically looked around the store to see if 
anyone could see us. The only sound was the awful grocery-store 
music in the background and not a person was in sight.

Susan giggled at my obvious discomfort, and we continued 
shopping.

The rest of our time in the grocery store was like this. By the 
third aisle, I'd decided that there was very little chance of our 
getting caught, and I started to enjoy the thrill of doing 
something naughty in a public place.

On the aisles where we were walking towards the back of the 
store, Susan would spread her shirt wide, exposing her nipples. 
Sometimes, she would bend over to fetch things off a low shelf, 
and when she bent over, she'd throw her thin skirt up, exposing 
her ass and her deliciously bare pussy lips to me.

Whenever the opportunity arose, she would take my hand and run my 
fingers over her slit. I could feel the heat and moisture of her 
arousal.

Also at every opportunity, she would fondle my erection. I looked 
down and realized that without my underwear, the outline of my 
dick was clearly visible through my shorts. I shrugged it off. 
She was enjoying herself tremendously, and I found myself 
reluctantly enjoying the illicit thrill along with her.

Towards the last couple of aisles, where we were furthest away 
from the cashier in the front and the manager's office in the 
rear, she did something that truly stunned me.

In the cleaning supplies aisle, where there was a large cardboard 
display of Mr. Clean, she dropped to her knees. She quickly slid 
the leg of my shorts over my stiff erection and wrapped her lips 
around me. The silky smooth warmth of her mouth was almost enough 
to make me pass out.

She took me as deep as she could, quickly stroking my erection 
with her mouth. With her left hand, she fondled my balls as she 
made quiet sucking sounds around my dick. I thought she was going 
to make me come, and was hoping against hope that no one would 
walk around the corner and see us.

Just as I was wondering if she intended to make me come right 
then, she stopped, removing her luscious mouth from my dick. She 
stood up and stepped close to me. With her right hand, she 
gripped my aching penis and stroked it.

"If you walk all the way to the last aisle with your dick out, 
I'll give you a big surprise," she purred.

I was terrified of being caught, but so far gone with arousal 
that I couldn't resist, and mutely nodded.

Those last two aisles were the longest 5 minutes of my life. 
Susan watched with lustful amusement as I furtively snuck around 
the front end of the next aisle. We shopped all down the second-
to-last aisle and it seemed to take an eternity. I still had 
things on my list that I needed to get, and my concentration was 
slipping as my arousal increased.

I almost went crazy trying to watch out for any employees or 
customers, read my list, and fill the basket. In addition, I had 
to deal with Susan periodically stroking my erection where it 
stuck out from the leg of my shorts.

As we turned the corner on the last aisle, paper products, I 
breathed a sigh of relief. Just as we turned the corner, Susan 
pulled the cart from my grasp. Without a word, she bent over in 
front of me and pulled her skirt up around her hips. Her 
delicious round ass, in all its alabaster splendor, was in 
directly in front of me.

With her right hand, she reached between her legs and grasped my 
cock. With one fluid motion, she aimed my cock at her dripping 
pussy and thrust herself backwards.

Her pussy was like fire, gripping my cock in a furnace of lust. I 
grasped her hips and began slowly thrusting.

But after 8 or 10 thrusts, she pulled away and stood. She could 
clearly see the disappointment on my face.

She smiled at me and dropped to her knees in front of me, quickly 
cleaning her juices from my cock, and pulling my shorts down to 
cover my erection. While I was certainly covered, however, anyone 
who looked would quickly realize that I was very, very hard.

With a wink, she spun on her heels and began pushing the cart 
towards the front of the store. As we rounded the end of the 
aisle, we could see that there was only one cashier on duty.

The lone cashier was a bored-looking girl, older than me by 
several years. As we drew closer, I could see she was reading a 
book, so I studied her without fear of being caught staring.

She was boyishly slim, with short, curly brown hair and smallish 
breasts. Her nametag read "Stacy." When we turned our basket into 
her checkout line, she put a bookmark in her book and looked up 
at us for the first time.

I could see her eyes open wide in shock as Susan and I approached 
her. I thought to myself what a pair we must've made. I was, 
probably unsuccessfully, trying to hide my erection. But Susan 
seemed to preen at the girl's unabashed scrutiny.

As I started putting our groceries on the counter and the girl 
started ringing them up, I could see her covertly sneaking 
glances at Susan's nearly exposed breasts. Susan turned to her 
left to watch me as I emptied our cart. As Susan faced me, she 
idly toyed with the left side of her shirt, pulling it out and 
away from her breast as she ran her fingers slowly up and down 
the button holes of the shirt.

The checkout girl had a clear and unobstructed view of Susan's 
left breast. Whenever she would lift an item to find its price, 
she would gaze past it to catch a glimpse of Susan's perfectly 
tanned, full, round breast.

"You forgot the cokes you were supposed to get," Susan suddenly 
chided me.

"Um... yeah, I guess I did."

"You need to pay more attention, Paul," she teased.

"Well... I was kinda... occupied... at the time."

"That's okay, I'll go get them."

She headed back to the aisle with the soft drinks and the cashier 
looked at me.

"Is she your mom?"

I shook my head, "A friend."

The cashier arched her eyebrow in disbelief.

"A friend of my parents'," I quickly amended.

"Oh," she said, drawing out the sound.

As she pursed her lips, I immediately imagined them wrapped 
around my dick. As my expression changed, she looked at me, 
wondering why it had. I banished that line of thinking from my 
head and nervously smiled at her.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Seventeen," I lied without batting an eye. "How old are you?"

"Twenty," she said diffidently.

"Oh."

"Does your... friend... always dress like that?" she asked 
tentatively, nodding in the direction Susan had walked.

"Susan? No," I chuckled, unable to contain myself. "Normally she 
doesn't dress like that," I chuckled again, telling the absolute 
truth and thinking to myself about the joke I'd made by doing it.

As if on cue, Susan returned carrying two six-packs of Coke.

Stacy finished ringing up the groceries from Mom's list and I 
extracted cash from my envelope to pay. She then went around to 
the end of the checkout stand to start bagging while I started 
loading the counter with Susan's groceries.

As the girl reached the end of the stand, she had to kneel to 
pull out more brown grocery bags. When she did, her head was on a 
level with Susan's waist. Not missing the opportunity when it 
presented itself, Susan took her sunglasses off her head. She 
then casually lifted the front hem of her skirt and began 
cleaning the sunglasses lenses. I could tell that Stacy had seen 
up Susan's skirt by the sound of a stack of bags slapping into 
the tile of the floor.

I could barely see over the end of the checkout stand, but I had 
a fairly good idea what was going on. Stacy lingered, kneeling at 
the end of the stand, fumbling with the stack of bags without 
looking at them. What she was looking at was obvious. I knew what 
power seeing Susan's shaved pussy had over me the first time I'd 
glimpsed it.

And I knew from recent experience that her lips were puffy and 
spreading slightly with arousal, and probably glistening with 
moisture as well. In a minute, however, Susan had the cleanest (I 
probably should say the doubly-cleanest) sunglasses she'd ever 
had. She finally let her skirt drop back down into place.

When Stacy stood, with the bags finally in hand, I could see she 
was flushed and a little bit flustered. I smiled inwardly, 
knowing exactly how she felt.

She quickly bagged my groceries and then came back to her cash 
register to ring up Susan's purchases. As she did so, Susan took 
out her checkbook and laid it on the edge of the checkout 
counter. She fluffed her shirt in an effort to generate a breeze 
over her chest.

"Feels good to create a little breeze," Susan said innocently.

"Mmm hmm," the younger woman replied, darting glances as Susan's 
breasts were exposed in flashes.

She got an eyeful!

When she finished ringing up the groceries, Susan bent over to 
write out her check. As she did so, her shirt fell away from her 
chest, giving a clear view of her breasts. Stacy's eyes were 
glued to Susan's nipples where they were displayed in front of 
her.

When Susan finished writing, she tore out the check and 
straightened. As she held the check out, Stacy's eyes were 
riveted to Susan's chest. Stacy unconsciously licked her lips and 
automatically reached out to take the check. Susan let the 
younger woman's gaze linger.

"It's so hot out today, isn't it?" Susan said innocently.

Stacy wrenched her eyes away from Susan's chest with a visible 
effort and merely nodded.

I marveled at Susan's apparent shamelessness.

With the check deposited in the drawer of the register, the girl 
rounded the end of the stand to bag Susan's groceries. I guess 
she was hoping for a repeat performance when she knelt at the end 
of the stand to retrieve a stack of smaller brown bags.

Susan did not disappoint.

Seemingly casually, she turned to me, "accidentally" knocking her 
checkbook off the counter and onto the floor. She bent over at 
the waist, and her skirt rode up, neatly exposing her ass and 
shaved pussy to the young woman kneeling at the end of the stand.

Not content to simply retrieve her dropped checkbook, Susan 
tightened the straps on not one, but both her sandals.

Once again, the poor checkout girl fumbled with the bags, 
obviously distracted. When Susan finally finished with her 
sandals, she stood up. Stacy stood as well, even more distracted 
that before.

She fumbled with the larger bags and quickly bagged Susan's 
groceries. She never once used one of the smaller bags she'd gone 
to such lengths to retrieve!

When our groceries were all finally bagged, Susan smiled sweetly 
and waved to Stacy as she pushed the shopping cart out the front 
of the store.

I merely shrugged at the obviously flustered cashier and followed 
Susan out the door.

-----

We quickly loaded the groceries into the back of Susan's station 
wagon and headed out of the Winn Dixie parking lot.

"Wow!" Susan exclaimed with an explosive breath. "That was very, 
very naughty."

I didn't know what to say. I simply nodded.

"That made me so horny," she continued. "My pussy is gushing!"

My penis seemed to get harder still.

As we turned onto the state highway that would take us the 40 
minutes back to the camp, Susan looked at me slyly.

"Would you take off your shorts?"

"Why?"

"Why do you think?" she asked.

"I dunno," I said, playing dumb.

"I want to see your dick."

Those were the magic words all right! I spared a brief moment for 
what might happen if the police stopped us, but I was too far 
gone with arousal to dwell on the idea.

I shucked off my shorts and left them on the floorboard. The wind 
of our passage cooled my hard-on and Susan reached over with one 
hand to slowly stroke my length.

She removed her hand from my erection and out of the corner of my 
eye, I saw her untie the knot holding her shirt "closed." She let 
the shirt tails flap to her sides, baring her breasts completely. 
She was short enough that I didn't think anyone could see them 
over the window sill. Besides, we were traveling at more than 
forty miles per hour; no one would have time to figure out what 
they might've seen.

The next forty minutes were some of the longest in my young life. 
As we drove, Susan would periodically reach over and fondle my 
erection. But she would never stroke long enough to make me come.

The entire drive back, the tip of my dick was leaking pre-come 
that she would gently wipe off with her fingers. She would then 
lick her finger clean, or rub the clear liquid onto her stiff 
nipples, making small circular motions with her fingers and 
grinning wickedly at me.

By the time we reached the turn-off for the camp, I was ready to 
explode. I was hoping that she would turn down the path that led 
to the waterfall and pool. But I was disappointed when she 
blithely drove past it.

When we reached the pillars of the gate, I was squirming in my 
seat with the need to get off.

Susan stopped the car at the gate and looked expectantly at me.

I snapped. That's the only way I can explain it.

"Turn off the engine," I said in the same voice of command that 
my father sometimes used--a voice that clearly brooked no 
objection. "Get out of the car."

Susan looked at me in shock and hastily turned the key and opened 
her door. I quickly got out of the car and looked at her over the 
roof. I peremptorily pointed towards the back of the car and 
started that direction myself.

Once there, Susan was looking at me with a mixture of fear and 
confusion. I reached out and opened the station wagon's tailgate, 
laying it down against its stops.

I brusquely reached out and spun her around to face away from me. 
With both hands, I reached up to the collar of the shirt she wore 
and roughly pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms. Once 
it came free of her arms, I negligently tossed it into the back 
of the car.

I put my hand on her shoulder and spun her around again. Her eyes 
were wide as she simply stared at me. Putting my hands on her 
shoulders, I turned her slightly and pushed her back against the 
tailgate. She sat down with a plop and I shoved her shoulders 
down.

With one fluid motion I put my hands on her calves and lifted, 
rolling her completely onto her back. I put my hands on the 
elastic waist of the skirt and quickly stripped the thin fabric 
over her ass and off her legs.

Before she could drop her legs from where I held them in the air 
in front of me, I quickly pulled off my own shirt, tossing it on 
the pile of her clothes.

I put one hand on each ankle and roughly pulled her legs apart. 
When she looked up at me, her eyes were as large as saucers, and 
her lustful expression was tinged with fear.

I looked down between her spread legs to her spread and slick 
pussy lips. They were already distended with her arousal. I ran 
my hands down her legs to her upper thighs and stepped forward as 
I pulled her to the edge of the tailgate.

Her calves rested on my shoulders as I aimed my ramrod-straight 
erection at her and roughly thrust forward. My dick met no 
resistance as I slid it into her steaming pussy and she rolled 
her eyes back and groaned.

I was mad at being teased all afternoon and the entire drive 
back, and I pounded her with all my pent-up frustration. Each 
time I slammed into her, she would involuntarily moan.

As I forcefully pumped my dick into her, I watched in fascination 
as her breasts bounced up and down with the power of each stoke.

"Play with your tits," I commanded.

She rolled her head to the side and moaned in ecstasy, completely 
oblivious to me. I stopped my thrusting with just the tip of my 
dick still in her and looked down as she moaned in distress.

"I said play with your tits!"

She quickly complied, bringing her hands up and rolling and 
pinching her nipples between her fingers. She moaned even louder.

"Mmmmmm, nice," I said as I resumed fucking her.

I bent forward, and with her calves on my shoulders, she began to 
bend in half. As her legs bent back, her ass rose to meet my 
thrusts, and I was soon pumping down into her steaming pussy.

I felt her muscles begin to contract around my dick and each 
thrust became more effort to drive home. I battered her clenching 
pussy with my manhood, rapidly thrusting myself into her. With a 
rush, she came.

Her low moans turned into a scream of pleasure as I thrust past 
the clenching walls of her pussy, driving myself deeper into her.

Finally, with an explosive groan of my own, I emptied my semen 
into her. As she felt my dick begin to spurt inside her, Susan's 
orgasm intensified. I could feel her pussy clutch me almost 
painfully tight as my pumping cock spewed white-hot semen into 
the depths of her pussy.

As my powerful spurts slowly subsided, Susan went limp. Her hands 
left her nipples and fell to her sides and she shuddered 
powerfully, breathing heavily.

I was breathing heavily with the force of my own orgasm as I 
stared down at the sheen of sweat that covered her body.

My dick, however, had ideas of its own. I was still rock hard 
inside her still-contracting pussy. After a moment or two to 
catch my breath, I straightened slightly and unbent her body 
beneath me.

I ran my hands up over her thighs and grasped the back of her 
knees. With a gentle pressure, I bent her legs at the knees and 
pushed them back towards her chest. I put my hands on the tops of 
her shins to hold her legs in place and slowly began pumping my 
still-erect penis into her pussy.

Susan moaned as I resumed fucking her. I kept my tempo 
deliberately slow and she moaned as each thrust of my cock sank 
home. She was rolling her head from side to side and shuddering 
in pleasure. Otherwise, she was limp and pliable in my hands.

I pushed her legs back and spread them further, leaving her wide 
open to my thrusts.

I fucked her this way for several minutes, slowly and 
deliberately, enjoying the expressions of pleasure that played 
across her face. Her breasts were slowly bouncing with the rhythm 
of our fucking. I smiled as I looked up and realized that the 
entire car was slowly rocking with our rhythm too.

As I fucked her, I felt my orgasm building slowly. Her pussy was 
clenching and unclenching wildly around my shaft, and I could 
tell she was enjoying what I was doing.

When I did finally begin to come, I thrust myself deep inside her 
already drenched pussy and unleashed a second torrent of sperm. 
My second orgasm wasn't as intense as the first, but waves of 
pleasure began to wash over both of us as I filled her brimming 
pussy with still more of my seed.

When my spurting finally subsided, I released her legs and nearly 
collapsed on top of her. I supported myself over her with my 
arms, panting with exertion. She was panting too as she let her 
legs drop, still spread wide to accommodate my hips.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal, she opened her eyes 
to look up at me. She brought her hands up to gently stroke my 
cheeks and drew a deep breath.

"Wow," she said, exhaling.

"Mmmmmm," I said, taking a deep breath of my own.

I looked down into her clear blue eyes and we enjoyed the 
companionable silence of each other's company as my penis slowly 
deflated within the confines of her vagina.

Slowly and carefully, I stood up, making sure I didn't crush her 
beneath my weight. As my semi-hard dick withdrew from her pussy, 
she moaned and shuddered again.

I looked down at her swollen lips and saw a gush of white semen 
spill from her pussy. Her pussy looked like a red, blooming 
flower full of white nectar. I was amazed that I had pumped that 
much sperm into her. She smiled up at me, seeing the expression 
on my face.

"Mmm hmm. It was a lot," she said, slowly sitting up on her 
elbows and correctly interpreting my expression.

As she looked down over her flattened breasts at her leaking 
pussy, she suddenly laughed.

"Wow," she said again once her laughter had subsided. "I must 
look like I've been fucked," she said, looking at her red and 
puffy labia, "by a football team."

I shook my head adamantly. "You look beautiful," I said, and 
meant it. She was flushed, sweaty, and very disheveled, and her 
abused pussy was leaking a stream of our combined fluids. But I 
had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Her eyes softened as she saw my expression, and we both simply 
looked into each other's eyes.

She broke the spell, smiling.

"Could you get me the towel from the back seat, please?"

I nodded and headed around to fetch the towel. When I returned 
and handed it to her, she first held it against her face and 
chest, wiping the sweat generated by our coupling. Then she held 
it out to me to do the same. When I had, I handed it back to her. 
She thrust the towel between her legs and began cleaning herself 
up.

When she finished, she sat up and motioned me over. I stepped 
close to her and she bent her head down to suck my flaccid, and 
still wet, penis into her mouth. She licked my deflated penis 
clean, making sure not to miss anything. Finally, she dabbed my 
dick and balls with the soft towel, drying me off completely.

-----

We slowly put out clothes back on, and I opened the gate for her 
to drive through. When I had it locked behind us again, I jumped 
into the passenger seat of the car and we headed back to camp.

We stopped off at the clubhouse to unload my family's groceries. 
When entered the cool confines of the building, it took our eyes 
a moment to adjust. We were carrying bags over to the counter 
above our baskets when Mom joined us. Evidently, she had been 
reading a magazine on one of the couches when we came in.

Mom helped us unload the groceries. I was making the last trip 
out to the station wagon when I looked down in horror. Along the 
edge of the tailgate, there was a large trail of fresh come, one 
that we hadn't wiped up from earlier. I panicked as I wondered 
whether Mom had seen it or not, and if she had, would she know 
what it was.

A million thoughts, none of them good, rushed through my mind as 
I quickly wiped the white goo from the tailgate and wiped my hand 
on my shorts. I picked up the last two bags and headed back into 
the clubhouse.

Once inside, I carried the bags over to the counter where Mom and 
Susan were putting things away. I handed the envelope with the 
change over to Mom and started taking things to put in the 
refrigerator. We quickly had all the groceries put away, and Mom 
turned to Susan.

"Thank you again for taking Paul to the store today," Mom said. 
"And thank you for doing the shopping, Paul," she said, turning 
to me. "You did well."

I beamed at the praise.

"He was a lot of fun to shop with, Beth. You'd've been proud of 
him," Susan said.

"Thank you. When he's paying attention, he's a very polite young 
man," my mother teased me with her compliment. "Do you need Paul 
to help with your groceries?"

"If he doesn't mind," Susan said and both women turned to me.

"Sure. No problem," I answered. "But afterward, I really, really 
wanna cool off in the lake."

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Susan said.

"Well then, I think I'll join you two," Mom chimed in. "I'll get 
our towels, Paul, and meet you two at the lake in a few minutes."

"Okay," Susan and I said together and grinned at each other, 
startled.

We walked back out to the station wagon and drove to Susan's 
house. As we let the tailgate down, I turned to Susan.

"We forgot to wipe off the tailgate," I said. "I came out and 
there was a big drip of my semen on the edge."

Susan looked at me and her eyes got wide. Suddenly, she burst out 
laughing.

This wasn't funny! What if my mom saw it?! I stared at her with a 
strangled expression.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Paul. Your mom probably didn't even 
see it. And besides," she said reasonably, "if she did, she 
probably wouldn't realize what it was."

I wasn't convinced.

"Well, now you know not to fill me so full that I leak!" she said 
and burst out laughing anew.

Her laughter, and the absurdity of it all, was infectious, and I 
was soon laughing too as we carried her groceries inside.

-----

We took off our clothes, Susan donned her usual bikini bottoms, 
and we both headed off down the hill towards the lake.

When we got there, Mom was just slipping off her flip-flops and 
setting our towels on our lounge chairs. I dumped my rolled-up 
clothes on top of the towels and set my sock-stuffed shoes 
underneath the chair. Susan laid her towel on the adjacent chair 
and we started toward water.

Mom walked tentatively down the concrete steps into the cold, 
cold water. I could see her shiver, but as she got used to it, 
she continued. Susan and I followed her in, and soon enough, we 
were up to our necks in the cold water.

The stairs into the water were in the deepest part of lake, 
shaded by a large tree that had been left when the lake was 
constructed. We didn't go much further out than the base of the 
stairs, but even then, we were standing in neck-deep water. The 
water here was as clear as the rest of the lake, but in the 
shadows of the big tree, it was almost black.

Mom and Susan began chatting about who all was supposed to come 
in this weekend (most families arrived on the weekends). But I 
quickly stopped listening as I felt a hand on my cold and 
shriveled penis.

With a shock, I looked at Susan as the hand began to knead and 
pull on my growing dick. How could she fondle me when my mom was 
less than two feet away?!

I tried to back away, but the hand tightened around my expanding 
member, holding me fast. Unless I wanted to forcibly remove it, I 
wasn't going anywhere. As I reached full erection, I stared 
daggers at Susan. Mom turned to sweep her gaze over the lake as 
she was making some point, and Susan looked at me.

Her questioning look seemed perfectly innocent. I tried to will 
her to remove her hand from my penis, but she simply looked at me 
blankly and then quickly looked back to Mom as she turned back to 
face us.

Susan smiled blandly, and I could do nothing but stand there 
helpless. Unless I wanted to make a big scene about things, I 
couldn't very well get away!

Her hand gripped my shaft and began to stroke it, warming my cold 
flesh with each caress. I stood there, helpless, held captive by 
her hand on my erection, for several minutes as Mom and Susan 
talked.

The whole time, I was trying to silently will Susan to release 
me. She acted completely oblivious, and continued talking to Mom. 
Each time I'd try to pull away, however, I'd feel my hard-on 
gripped firmly, holding me in place. I didn't think I was in 
danger of coming, especially not after my rapid-fire orgasms 
earlier, but I still didn't like the idea of having my dick 
fondled not two feet from my mom.

Finally, I felt the hand shift its grip and sensed my moment had 
arrived. I quickly backed away from the two women and ducked 
under the water. With a powerful shove against the bottom step, I 
propelled myself between them underwater.

I turned around as I surfaced.

"I'm gonna go swim for a while," I shouted back to them.

"Okay, honey," Mom said, waving. "Have fun."

-----

I swam around until my penis softened, just generally goofing 
off, but making sure to keep my dick below the surface.

When I had finally gotten soft enough to get out of the lake, I 
swam back towards the stairs. Mom and Susan had climbed out of 
the lake and were sitting on the sun-warmed brick coping, 
dangling their legs in the water and talking.

As I climbed the stairs out of the water, Mom and Susan stood 
too. We all converged on the loungers with our towels at the same 
time. As we dried off, I sent scolding glances at Susan whenever 
Mom wasn't looking. She looked puzzled and shook her head, 
mouthing "What?"

I shook my head in turn, scowling.

Mom turned back to us and my expression cleared and was replaced 
by my best I Wasn't Up To Something look.

"Well, I'm going to go start dinner," Mom said. "You're welcome 
to join us, Susan. It'd be my way of saying thanks for driving 
Paul to the grocery store."

"Thanks, Beth. I appreciate it. Although driving Paul to the 
store was my pleasure."

I almost choked. Mom didn't know the _half_ of it!

"I'd love to join you for dinner," Susan continued.

"Great!" Mom said. "Then I'll see you two in about thirty 
minutes."

With that, she wrapped her towel around her waist and headed up 
the hill.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Susan turned to me and spoke 
in a low voice.

"What's the matter?"

"You know what," I said accusingly.

"No, Paul, tell me," she said with more patience than I probably 
deserved.

"You know."

"No, Paul, I don't. Not if you don't tell me."

"You grabbed me," I accused.

"Grabbed you?"

I nodded.

"What do you mean?" she asked, uncomprehending.

"When we were standing out at the end of the stairs talking? With 
Mom not more than two feet away?" I accused, trying to elicit an 
admission.

She gestured at me to continue, still uncomprehending.

"And you grabbed my dick and stroked my hard-on for 10 minutes," 
I said.

A look of shock came over her face, and then she burst out 
laughing.

"It wasn't me, Paul," she said through her laughter, shaking her 
head.

"What do you mean it wasn't you?!"

"I mean that I didn't grab you, Paul," she said calmly, her eyes 
still laughing at me.

"Then if it wasn't you, who was it?" I asked, as if that somehow 
ended the argument.

She merely raised her eyebrows in silent question and laughed 
again.

Okay, sometimes I'm slow on the uptake!

At my look of utter and complete horror, her laughter redoubled.

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