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 �>�Lawn Girl Lotta by LucyAnneThorn Copyright�(C) 2021 by LucyAnneThorn

    -�I can -(TM)t believe we -(TM)re doing this! -� I whispered urgently
to Emily, whose finger hovered over Mr.  Parker -(TM)s door bell button.

    -�Well, it will mostly be you doing this, so remember what we talked,
-� she reminded me again all business like and pushed the button.

   We both jumped a little when a loud cuckoo call reverberated through the
house, and I had a hard time keeping from giggling.  Really, who has a
cuckoo as their door bell?  Then we waited.

    -�Maybe he isn -(TM)t ho- -� I clenched my mouth shut when footsteps
finally announced that Mr.  Parker was approaching the door, and my nerves
suddenly became all fluttery.

    -�Oh my, -� he said the moment the door was open and he spotted the two
of us on his porch.   -�What a lovely morning, being visited by the two
prettiest girls in town.  To what do I owe the pleasure? -�

   Mr.  Parker always was like that, all over-the-top flowery language and
compliments.  We liked it, though.  He was in his fifties and had graying
hair, and he once ran a chain of hardware stores, which he sold after his
wife died.  He did the odd woodwork job for the community, like restoring
the front of the old saloon that still looked like it had two hundred years
ago.

    -�We -(TM)re here with a mutually beneficial proposition, -� Emily
said, standing straight and doing her best professional business woman
impression, which might have been more convincing if she didn -(TM)t wear a
bikini top and boy shorts.   -�Can we come inside? -�

    -�A proposition? -� Mr.  Parker said with a chuckle, stood to the side
and made a beckoning gesture.   -�Call me intrigued. -�

   It was all Emily -(TM)s idea.  She and her older sister Jules were going
to a camp again for the last three weeks of holidays, and she had needled
me ever since the last summer holidays to come along.  It was expensive,
though, and Mom and Dad had immediately told me that they couldn -(TM)t
afford it right now, not after the bank upped the interest rate on the
house by almost three percent.  There was a bit of unnecessary drama at
that, all of my making, of course, and a few days of being grounded, but
Emily kept nagging me, and they finally agreed that I could go if I could
save up enough money over the year.

   I -(TM)m pretty sure they knew all along it was a moot point.  Side jobs
for fifteen-year-olds weren -(TM)t paid royally.  Even though I started
delivering papers in the morning and helped restock shelves at Mrs. 
Harding -(TM)s grocery whenever she was short on staff, most of the money I
earned vanished faster as I could blink.  Peer pressure dictated that I
indulged in the same little splurges as my circle of friends, be it in the
school cafeteria or the mall, and when five excited girls tell you, 
-�Ohmygosh, you just have to get this!  This was so totally made for you!
-� you can -(TM)t just ignore them, can you?

   Be that as it may, it was April now, and getting hot here in the south,
the weather reminding us that summer holidays were mercilessly approaching
while I still had only saved a meager hundred dollars, and those were from
my grandparents -(TM) Christmas presents, not from any work I did.

    -�Would you like a lemonade? -�

    -�Sure, Mr.  Parker. -�

   We had decided I let Emily do most of the talking, so I just nodded
along and smiled while he took two bottles from the fridge and uncorked
them.

    -�Why don -(TM)t we sit down on the back patio? -� he suggested.

    -�That -(TM)s perfect, -� Emily agreed, and we traipsed after him.

    -�So, your proposition? -� he said once we were seated.

    -�You have a really large lawn, Mr.  Parker, -� Emily observed after
taking a swig.   -�It has to be tedious and exhausting to keep it in such a
wonderful shape. -�

   Mr.  Parker -(TM)s eyes narrowed for a moment, but then he grinned at
her.   -�Nice opening, Emily.  If I still had my shops, I -(TM)d already
put you on the list as a prospective future sales employee. -�

   Emily blushed, and I forced myself not to fidget.

    -�Uhm, -� Emily said, thrown off her script for a moment, but she wasn
-(TM)t in the school -(TM)s debate team for naught.   -�Thank you, Mr. 
Parker, -� she said with a soft giggle.   -�So you already figured out
where this is going.  We -(TM)re starting up a small business, and our
primary service will be mowing lawns.  The days are getting hotter already.
Instead of sweating and getting itching dust all over your skin, wouldn
-(TM)t it be so much more comfortable to sit in the shade with a chilled
bottle of cider and direct someone else to do the work for you? -�

   Mr.  Parker laughed.   -�I like your sales pitch, girl.  So the two of
you are offering to mow my lawn? -�

    -�Actually, it -(TM)s Lotta who will do the mowing.  She -(TM)s the
muscle.  I -(TM)m her manager. -�

   His laughter bubbled up again, and she looked smug.  I, on the other
hand, was getting more and more nervous, and my hands grew clammy, because
I knew what was about to happen.

    -�So you -(TM)ve made your pitch.  I have to admit that I have thought
about hiring someone to do the mowing before, but I -(TM)ve always
dismissed it.  I didn -(TM)t want strangers in my garden at the odd times.
But I like your initiative, and you -(TM)ve clearly thought this through.
So let -(TM)s talk money. -�

    -�We -(TM)re billing twenty per hour, -� Emily said with a wry grin.

   Mr.  Parker -(TM)s eyebrows of course shot up, and he took a deep
breath.  -�Twenty?  Isn -(TM)t that an awful lot for a rather menial task?
-�

    -�It -(TM)s for a good cause, though, -� my best friend explained.

    -�A good cause? -�

    -�To rescue Lotta -(TM)s summer holidays.  She needs to earn enough to
attend summer camp with me.  She will be incredibly motivated, and she won
-(TM)t dawdle.  You -(TM)ll never find a more motivated employee. -�

   My cheeks grew hot, and I stared at my sandals.

    -�Still, -� he said, obviously no longer that open to the deal, 
-�twenty is a lot of money in these days.  Even a dedicated worker would
take about two hours for this lawn.  That would be forty dollars at least
once a week. -�

    -�There is another compelling argument, -� Emily said, giving him a
meaningful look.   -�We have uniforms. -�

    -�Uniforms? -� He looked back and forth between the two of us and
seemed at a loss.

    -�Lotta, -� Emily prompted, and I felt my blush spread all the way over
my body.  I had a strong urge to jump up and flee, but Emily recognized it
and put her hand on my arm.   -�Let -(TM)s get this deal sealed, -� she
said and squeezed gently.   -�Show Mr.  Parker the uniform. -�

   I awkwardly stood up and pushed the lounge chair back without looking at
him.  My fingers felt like wooden sticks.  Mr.  Parker had been Emily
-(TM)s first pick among prospective customers for a reason.  I had never
realized it, but he always went out of his way to engage us in small talk
when we passed his property, and once Emily pointed it out, I noticed too
that he was looking at our butts and chests instead of our faces most of
the time.  Especially when we were in our swimming outfits on particularly
hot days.

    -�Lift up your arms. -�

   I had somehow completely zoned out, but Emily took the initiative and
stepped behind me, gripped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up.  I
raised my arms on auto pilot, and a shiver raced up and down my spine.  It
was stupid, Emily had pointed that out to me, to be embarrassed about it.
People saw me in a bikini all the time.  But my head knew that this was
different, that I was wearing it especially to give Mr.  Parker something
to look at, and that was what made it feel different.  I felt slutty.

   Emily reached around me and undid the button and zipper of my shorts,
pushed it down and helped me thread my feet out of them.

   I made the mistake of looking at Mr.  Parker, who appeared slack-jawed
by the turn of events, and I swear, my cheeks were about to melt from the
heat.

    -�Lotta will always wear this uniform when she works, -� Emily
explained and gently prodded my shoulders.  I slowly turned around,
trembling a little.

   Mr.  Parker -(TM)s breath hissed for a moment.

   Panic gripped me all of a sudden that this too over the top, and I was
sure that Mr.  Parker was going to ring my parents and tell them that I was
standing on his patio in a string bikini with a removable tattoo that read
-�LOTTA LAWN -� on my naked, pale butt cheeks.  They were going to ground
me forever!  I was busted!  Why did I let Emily talk me into-

    -�Twenty per hour, you said? -�

    -�Yes.  We have a fixed price. -�

    -�You drive a hard bargain, ladies.  How about I hire you for a trial
session.  If it -(TM)s to my liking, we -(TM)ll make a lasting deal. -�

    -�That sounds good, -� Emily said, then whispered to me,  -�You can sit
down again. -�

   It was the evening of the day after that.  We were lazing around on
Emily -(TM)s bed, and my emotions were all over the place.  I was giddy and
excited, having just earned my first forty dollars.  I was exhausted from
working in the afternoon heat.  And I was embarrassed and feeling tingly
because Mr.  Parker, as expected, watched me work every second.  I had just
finished telling Emily that I took all of the two hours because I had to
stop often and pick up stray things like gardening tools, frisbees and
whatnot that littered the lawn.

    -�That dirty old geezer, -� she laughed.

    -�What? -� I asked.

    -�That stuff wasn -(TM)t there yesterday.  He put it there so he could
see you bend over and stick out your ass.  I bet it will be there again
next week. -�

    -�Em. -� I sat up and pulled my legs to my chest.   -�Isn -(TM)t all
this ...  I don -(TM)t know ...  too gross?  I mean, he -(TM)s getting his
rocks off. -�

    -�But that was the plan all along.  I bet that the moment we left, he
got out his cock and rubbed one out while he thought of you. -�

    -�Ewww! -� I said.

    -�He -(TM)s not that bad for over fifty.  He works out, and he doesn
-(TM)t even have much of a belly. -�

    -�Em! -� I so didn -(TM)t want this picture in my head.  I mean, it
-(TM)s not like I was a prude or ignorant what sex was.  We had sex-ed at
school, and we had smartphones and got all kinds of nasty pictures and
movies sent by our friends.  Plus, Emily had nicked raunchy magazines and
novels from her older sister and shared them with me.  But still.   -�At
least I have a week to get my head around it, -� I said with a sigh.

    -�Oh.  About that.  I asked him if he could recommend us to other
trustworthy neighbors while you were finishing up, and he did.  We already
have another appointment on Friday. -�

   My mouth grew dry.   -�Where? -� I asked.

    -�The Lamonts. -�

    -�What? -� I stared at her in disbelief.   -�But - but you said we
-(TM)d only ask older single men. -�

    -�I didn -(TM)t know that Candice Lamont is Mr.  Parker -(TM)s sister.
He said he -(TM)s a thousand percent sure they -(TM)d both appreciate our
services. -�

   My head was spinning.  Mrs.  Lamont was a few years younger than her
brother, a tall, lithe, no-nonsense woman.  Her husband George was black
and even taller.  Together, they ran a small shop for fishing equipment on
the ground floor of their house.

    -�Oh my god, -� I suddenly gasped.   -�There are going to be customers
around, Em!  What if it -(TM)s anybody who knows me?  I -(TM)ll be- -�

    -�Lotta! -�

   I fell silent when she snapped at me, but I was still panicking.

    -�The shop -(TM)s only open in the mornings and Tuesday and Wednesday
afternoons.  People know not to go there at other times because the Lamonts
are often away to look after their boats and rental equipment. -�

    -�Oh, -� I said.   -�How do you know that? -�

    -�Mr.  Parker told me. -�

    -�And - and his sister is okay with it? -�

   Em looked at me with a strange expression.   -�From what he said, she
will be more than okay with it. -�

   It was one of the hottest days of April ever.  Sweat was pouring in
rivers down my body.  Two thirds of the Lamonts -(TM) lawn were done by
now, and they were standing left and right of me and looking worried.

    -�We should let her cool down in the shade for a bit, -� Mr.  Lamont
said to his wife, then he turned to me.   -�We can -(TM)t have you die from
heat stroke. -�

    -�It -(TM)s fine, -� I said.  I had to be home by five, and I had to
shower at Emily -(TM)s place and fetch my bike from there.   -�I -(TM)m
mostly finished anyway. -�

    -�Stop arguing, young lady, -� Mrs.  Lamont said sternly and gestured
towards the not yet mowed part of the lawn.   -�That -(TM)s still more than
half an hour of work. -�

   I tried to argue again, but more sweat ran down my forehead and into my
eyes, stinging me and making me blink.

    -�Come along, -� she said and lead me towards the patio.   -�You
-(TM)ve done enough for today. -� She nudged me towards one of the sun
beds.  -�Lie down for a moment while George fetches you a chilled lemonade.
-�

    -�But I -(TM)m not finished yet, -� I tried to argue once more.  Our
calculation was close knit as it was.  Even if I got the full forty dollars
twice every week, it was just barely enough for the camp fee.  I didn
-(TM)t resist her gentle push on my shoulders though and sat down on the
sun bed, then let her tilt me back until all I could do is lie on my back.

    -�Why are you so adamant? -� she asked and sat down on the edge.  
-�The lawn -(TM)s not going anywhere. -�

   I bit my lip.  As I said, she was a no-nonsense kind of woman, and the
way she looked at me felt like I was back in grammar school and questioned
by a teacher why I didn -(TM)t bring my homework.

    -�I - I really need the money, -� I admitted.   -�Summer camp is
expensive, and I need to make enough before holidays start so I can sign up
in time, and Emila and I decided that we -(TM)d only charge for the work
that is actually done. -�

    -�I see, -� she said and reached across me.   -�Here. -� She handed me
a bottle of ginger lemonade.

   The cold liquid was wonderful.  I almost emptied it in one go, but
thought better and left half of it inside.  For a moment, it felt like my
body was about to sweat out the fresh liquid, but then the coolness spread
through my tummy.   -�Thank you. -�

   She smiled at me.   -�You know, Lotta, I might have a solution to your
dilemma. -� She gave me a wink I didn -(TM)t understand at first.   -�You
and Emily, you -(TM)re both clever girls, so we don -(TM)t have to pretend
that this is all about mowing the lawn, and we can admit that both George
and I are far more interested in the nice view you provide us than in your
special mowing skills. -�

   I blushed madly, of course.  It was one thing to wiggle my naked butt
for them while pushing the mower, but a different beast putting things so
bluntly.

    -�You don -(TM)t have to blush, -� she said,  -�though it does look
cute on you.  How about this: we -(TM)ll let the rest of the lawn like it
is, and for the remainder of your time, you -(TM)ll get rid of that
sweat-soaked bikini top and just lie here. -�

   My heart was smashing against my chest from the inside.   -�You - you
mean you... -�

    -�We -(TM)d like to spend that time looking at your yummy tits. -�

    -�I - I -(TM)m not sure... -� I stammered.

    -�Know what?  I -(TM)ll give you ten extra if I can remove your top
myself. -�

   I was out of my depths.

    -�All we will do is look, -� Mrs.  Lamont said.   -�It -(TM)s not
different than when we look at your cute tush, is it? -� She held my gaze.

    -�N-no, -� I agreed hesitantly.

    -�Sit up, honey. -�

   I froze and stared wide-eyed when she didn -(TM)t even try to open the
straps but simply ran her hands up my front and wiggled them inside the
top, touching my breasts.

    -�B-but... -� I stammered, but I forgot what I wanted to say when her
hands started moving in small circles over my sweaty breasts.  Her palms
rubbed over my nipples, and I felt them grow hard and start to tingle in
the same way they did when I played with myself under the covers in my bed.

    -�There, -� she suddenly said and moved her hands further, pulling the
bikini top away.  I lifted my arms, and a second later, my chest was naked
and exposed, and a myriad of emotions washed through my body.

    -�Oh my, you have beautiful tits, -� Mrs.  Lamont observed,  -�don
-(TM)t you agree, love? -�

    -�Utterly delicious, -� her husband said with a nod and pulled a chair
close to the sun bed where he sat down.

    -�It -(TM)s easy to see that he enjoys the view, -� Mrs.  Lamont said
to me.

    -�Uhm.  What do you- -�

   She stood up and walked to him, standing behind him.   -�That -(TM)s
what I mean, -� she said, running a hand down his tummy.

   I realized too late what it was about, so I followed her hand -(TM)s
movement with my gaze to where her fingers touched the thick bulge in his
black swimming tights.

    -�You don -(TM)t mind if I take care of my husband -(TM)s condition, do
you? -� she asked, but she didn -(TM)t even wait for an answer.  Her
fingers slipped under the glossy fabric, and I could see her wrap them
around his erection.

   I was totally shocked, yet I somehow couldn -(TM)t look away.  It was
outrageous and nasty, but somehow, it was also incredibly sexy.  She
started working her hand up and down, and the fabric was soon bunched down
and I could see the dark, veined, thick cock, and the silken,
mushroom-shaped head with a red so dark it seemed almost purple.  Mrs. 
Lamont -(TM)s pale fingers contrasted beautifully with it.  They skillfully
slid up and down and squeezed, drawing deep, rumbling moans from her
husband.

    -�Oh my god, -� I heard myself whisper.

    -�Oh my god! -� Mr.  Lamont suddenly groaned, and his wife speed up her
hand -(TM)s motions.  Loud slapping suddenly filled the air together with
her husband -(TM)s breathless grunts, and he started twitching.  At the
same time, a fountain of whitish liquid erupted from tip of his cock and
splattered against his muscular chest.  It went on for what felt like a
long time, the spurts getting less powerful, until he leaned back with a
deep sigh and gripped his wife -(TM)s hand, telling her to stop.

    -�They did what? -� Emily asked wide-eyed after I recounted the tle.

    -�They - they just did it.  And I didn -(TM)t know what to do.  I mean,
I couldn -(TM)t just jump up and run away, could I? -� God, I felt so
embarrassed, but Emily had immediately sensed that something was up when
she saw the ten dollar tip.

    -�Describe it to me! -� she insisted.   -�Was it big? -�

   Fate interfered big time the following Monday.  I had earned hundred and
seventy dollars by that time and was, despite the lewd adventure with the
Lamonts, slowly feeling optimistic that I could actually earn enough to
attend camp.  But that optimism was shattered when I left school and
spotted Dad in our car.

    -�Hi Dad, -� I piped after opening the passenger door.   -�Dad? -�

    -�Hop in, honey, -� he said with a pained expression.

   I quickly slid inside and took my pack between my legs, then closed the
door.   -�What -(TM)s wrong, Dad? -�

    -�It -(TM)s your mother.  She had an accident with the bike, and she
-(TM)s been taken to the hospital. -�

    -�Is - oh god - is she alright? -�

    -�The doctor said she -(TM)s lucid and not to worry too much, -� Dad
said, but I could see that he was just as close to panic as I was.

   The drive was short, but it took us almost half an hour to find a
parking spot, walk to the doors, find out where Mom was being treated and
navigate the labyrinth of corridors.

   Dad caught one of the ER nurses, who went to fetch a doctor, who
explained to him that Mom was fine with the exception of a broken leg, and
that they were already operating it before the swelling could complicate
things.  They were putting in a metal plate and screws to fix the bone.  It
was supposedly a clean break and they expected it to heal well, but Mom
would have to spend a few days in the hospital, followed by at least a week
of staying off her foot.  She -(TM)d have a cast for about three weeks and
take things easy once that came off.

   I clung to Dad -(TM)s side and tried not to get nauseous with worry.

   We had to wait for almost an hour until they wheeled Mom out from
surgery.  She was pale and exhausted, and seemed a little out of sorts.  We
stayed with her in the post-op room for about an hour, and she gradually
got some color back, but then she asked us to head home and let her sleep,
ensuring us that she was fine.

   I was shaken from seeing her like that, hooked up to IVs and the visible
parts of her leg and foot colored black and blue and stained with
disinfectant.  The smell clung to my nose.

   While Dad went to put frozen pizza in the oven, I texted Emily with the
bad news and asked her to cancel next week -(TM)s mowing appointments.

   The next week was busy.  Dad and I rearranged half of the furniture in
the house, disassembled the guest bed and put it downstairs into the living
room so Mom could stay on one floor.  It was a good thing we had a small
bathroom downstairs.  We went and bought a shower chair and crutches and
all kinds of other stuff to make things easier for her.

   When she was released from hospital, she looked a lot better, and her
leg was in a thick cast.  She was even making jokes about her  -�troll leg
-�, but she tired easily, and it was easy to recognize when the painkillers
stopped working.  That -(TM)s when she got snappish and impatient.

   Dad looked after her in the mornings, and I came home right after
school. Suddenly, I had almost all the household chores heaped onto me, and
with all the washing, cleaning and cooking, helping Mom to the loo and
back, and fetching things for her, I went out like a light once the clock
struck ten.  Dad had even ordered a wireless bell so Mom could reach him in
the night.

   The healing went well, but it took still more than a week until the
doctor allowed her to take a few steps at a time.  With the cast and
crutches, she couldn -(TM)t do much anyway, and she was often angry and
short with me.  Dad and I had long talks about it, and I consciously
understood that it was a difficult situation for her, and that she didn
-(TM)t mean it - she always apologized shortly after, anyway - but I was on
the skin of my teeth by early June.

    -�It -(TM)s no use, -� I sighed and tried not to cry.  Em and I were
shoulder to shoulder on a blanket in her backyard and staring up at the oak
tree above us.   -�I mean, it -(TM)s only four weeks until registration
closes, and I -(TM)m still short six hundred and thirty.  That -(TM)s not
counting spending money.  I -(TM)d need to make more than twenty-two
dollars a day! -�

    -�Yeah, -� Emily agreed.   -�Mowing lawns isn -(TM)t going to do it. -�

    -�I hate it, -� I groaned.

    -�I mean, you could... -�

   Emily didn -(TM)t elaborate.   -�I could what? -� I asked.

    -�Forget it. -�

    -�No.  Out with it! -�

   She turned to her side to face me and bit her lip.   -�It -(TM)s too
crazy, -� she said.

    -�The least you can do is tell me, -� I insisted.

    -�Well, I... -� She bit her lip once more.   -�I mean, I thought that
maybe the Lamonts and Mr.  Parker might want to do more than just look at
you, and that they -(TM)d pay more for that... -�

   I forgot to breathe for a moment.   -�Em! -� I finally gasped.   -�You -
oh god - I -(TM)m not a whore!  You want me to have sex with them for
money? -�

    -�I said it -(TM)s too crazy, -� she said, sitting up and crossing her
arms.   -�Though I wasn -(TM)t thinking about real sex.  Just ... 
touching, you know?  Perhaps a little kissing. -�

    -�No way! -� I said.   -�Never! -�

   I was totally nervous, but Emily -(TM)s suggestion didn -(TM)t let me
go, so I calculated back and forth and up and down, and I thought it might
just work.  Emily had done the same.  And now I was in the Lamonts -(TM)
bedroom, and Mrs.  Lamont was undressing me while her husband was sitting
on the bed and watching us intensely, clad only in black boxers.

    -�You don -(TM)t have to be afraid, -� Mrs.  Lamont whispered into my
ear and bared by chest to her husband -(TM)s greedy eyes.

    -�I -(TM)m not, -� I whispered, but my breath hitched.   -�A little, -�
I admitted.

    -�You -(TM)re so beautiful, Lotta, -� Mr.  Lamont said.   -�We -(TM)ll
be very gentle with you.  You will love it. -�

   Somehow, far faster than expected, I was naked, and Mrs.  Lamont soon
was too.  She had large breasts with long, rosy nipples, and she guided my
hands to them and smiled at me.   -�It -(TM)s just skin, nothing to be
terrified by, -� she whispered.   -�Sensitive skin, yes, and your touch
feels incredibly good on them, but just skin. -�

   They actually felt nice to touch, smooth and soft.  She let out a little
moan when I rubbed my palms over her nipples like she had done, and I could
feel them get harder.

   Her hands found my breasts, and she started caressing them too, and I
quickly forgot about all my nervousness.   -�So pretty, -� she whispered,
and she gently pulled on my nipples, which sent wonderful tingles through
my chest.  I arched my back and moaned a little too.

    -�Just like that, -� she purred.   -�Isn -(TM)t it nice, my beautiful,
sexy Lotta? -�

    -�Yes, -� I moaned.

   Her hands slid around my and squeezed my buttocks, and my skin there
started tingling too.  A breathless moan escaped my throat, but it was cut
short by her soft lips.  It felt completely natural when her tongue gently
sneaked it -(TM)s way into my mouth.  One of her hands held the back of my
neck, the other kept caressing my buttocks, and breathless arousal filled
my body.  Her thigh slid between mine, and the moment it touched my pubes,
I totally lost control.  All I could think about was to slide my pussy
against that smooth thigh, faster and faster, until a breathless, wonderful
feeling exploded through my body.  I moaned into her mouth and shivered all
over in delight.

   Embarrassment washed through me once the waves faded.   -�Oh my god, -�
I whispered, staring down at her thigh which was smudged with my pussy
cream.

    -�Don -(TM)t, -� she said and took my cheeks between her hands, tilting
my head until I was looking in her eyes.   -�This was one of sweetest,
sexiest things ever.  There is no reason to be embarrassed. -�

    -�Really? -�

    -�I promise, -� she said honestly, then she pressed a quick kiss on my
lips.   -�Come on, -� she said, taking my hand and pulling me to the bed.

   I was getting a little nervous again.

   Mr.  Lamont had taken off his boxers by now, and his cock looked even
larger than last time I had seen it.  It was surrounded by a nest of shiny
black curls.   -�Do you want me to touch it? -� I asked a little hesitantly
once I was sitting on the bed.

    -�I -(TM)d love it if you did, -� he said.   -�But we won -(TM)t force
you to do anything.  Only do what you -(TM)re comfortable with. -�

    -�I have no idea if I -(TM)m doing things right, -� I told him.

    -�You can -(TM)t really do anything wrong, honey, -� Mrs.  Lamont told
me.

   I tentatively reached out and wrapped my hand around his stiff cock.  It
was a lot smoother than expected, and very warm.  He shivered when I
touched it, and once more when gently slid my hand along it.

    -�Feel free to explore it.  Do whatever you feel like, -� she
whispered, and so I got bold and traced every vein and cranny with my
fingertips.

   He let out a hissing breath when I touched the thin band of skin on the
front of its head, and a small, clear drop of fluid appeared on top. 
Curious, I touched it and rubbed little circles.  It was smooth and slick,
and his breath hitched again.  I decided that I -(TM)d try and emulate what
Mrs.  Lamont had done last time, so I moved my hand back down, gripped his
cock and started moving the skin up and down slowly.

    -�Oh yes, -� he moaned, his gaze becoming unfocused.

   I was so taken up in the moment and his intense reaction that I barely
noticed that Mrs.  Lamont -(TM)s hands on my skin at first.  But then her
fingernails roamed over my pussy lips, which sent wonderful tingles through
them, and I moaned too.

    -�Is it okay like this? -� I asked her husband, gently moving my hand
up and down.

    -�It -(TM)s wonderful, -� he said, breathing hard.   -�You don -(TM)t
have to be that gentle, though. -�

   I squeezed it harder.   -�Like this? -�

    -�Oh yes! -� he groaned.

    -�I can -(TM)t believe this can go into a woman, -� I said without
thinking.   -�It -(TM)s so big. -�

    -�Wank him faster, -� Mrs.  Lamont said.  Her fingers parted my pussy
lips and slid up and down, making my breath hiss.   -�It can take some work
to get it inside, but it -(TM)s the most wonderful feeling to be stretched
and impaled by a big cock. -�

   Small explosions of pleasure suddenly shot through my lower body.  Her
index finger had found my clit and circled it teasingly.   -�Yes! -� I
whimpered and finally remembered to speed up my hand -(TM)s motions again.

    -�Yes, Lotta! -� Mr.  Lamont agreed, his breath speeding up too.

    -�As fast as you can, -� his wife instructed, showing me the correct
rhythm by rubbing my clit faster and faster.

   A crazy, dizzy feeling took hold of me.  All I could think of were these
wonderful sensations between my legs and returning them to Mr.  Lamont
-(TM)s cock.  He was panting now, just as I was, and our eyes met again.  I
couldn -(TM)t look away.  I felt both incredibly powerful that I was
responsible for all that desire in his eyes, and completely helpless
against my own steadily mounting arousal.

    -�I -(TM)m - oh god, I -(TM)m - -� I heard myself moan like from far
away, when his cock suddenly seemed to become even thicker in my hands, and
then I felt it, spurt after spurt of cum gushing through it, shooting
vertically up into the air and splattering down my hand and all over his
lower body and thighs.

   My own body was twitching and jerking, but I concentrated hard on
keeping up my hand -(TM)s motion, as difficult as it was.

   At some point, he stopped shooting, and his cock softened.  He guided my
hand away, and Mrs.  Lamont kissed me.  I thought that was it, and all I
wanted at that moment was to lie down and cuddle with someone, but suddenly
Mrs.  Lamont pushed me back and lifted my legs up and outside.

   I was too taken by surprise, and a second later, I felt her mouth on my
pussy, warm and wet, and my arousal shot up again.  I lost all sense of
where I was.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed, not even starting to
wonder whose hands caressed my breasts.  I came again, a hundred times
harder than I ever had when I played with myself.  Someone screamed, but I
couldn -(TM)t care.  My whole pussy exploded in the most intense pleasure
it had ever felt, and the waves shook my body, set my skin on fire and
squeezed my nipples wonderfully hard.

   Half an hour later, I was freshly showered, back in my clothes and
handing the two hundred dollars to Emily, who kept my money so I wouldn
-(TM)t be tempted to spend it.

    -�How was it, -� she asked.

   I forced myself to keep from grinning stupidly.   -�Better than
expected, -� I said, trying to sound casual.

    -�What did you do? -�

   I knew she wouldn -(TM)t stop before she got a minute-by-minute
recounting, so I sighed and looked around to make sure nobody was close by.

    -�I -(TM)ve got it! -� I declared the moment the door to Emily -(TM)s
room closed behind us, hopping in a circle and waving the two hundred and
seventy dollars above my head.  My mouth still tasted of Mr.  Lamont -(TM)s
cum, an aroma I wasn -(TM)t completely sure about, but far less dreadful
than I had feared.   -�Still four days left, and I -(TM)m going to camp! -�

   Emily didn -(TM)t look excited.  She sat on her writing chair and bit
her lip worriedly.   -�Em? -� I asked, dropping my arms to my sides.  A
strange, nauseous feeling spread through my tummy.

    -�I ...  oh fuck, -� she groaned.   -�See for yourself! -� She pointed
at her laptop screen.

   I took a few steps forward until I could make out what it read.  She had
the camp -(TM)s website open, and I felt close to retching.

    -�Dear visitors.  Due to the overwhelming interest in our annual youth
camp, only spots in our luxury huts are still available.  The surcharge to
our regular fee for these is four hundred and twenty dollars.  The rooms in
our luxury huts only have one bunk bed for more privacy, and the huts come
with two separate showers, an outdoor jacuzzi, a full fledged kitchen and a
living room with a tv. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t need a jacuzzi or a tv, -� I said, crestfallen.  My
vision blurred.   -�I sure can -(TM)t afford it. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, -� Emily said compassionately and pulled me into a
hug.

    -�I -(TM)m not giving up, -� I told her stubbornly once I was past the
immediate need to cry.

    -�You only have four days, -� Emily reminded me.

    -�That will be enough time! -�

    -�Whore, -� I accused the girl in the bathroom mirror.  I was
terrified, but also excited.  The Lamonts had needed a bit of convincing
when I suggested I wanted to go all the way, for the right price, and soon.
It was while I was giving Mr.  Lamont an impromptu blowjob in the middle of
their living room as an incentive that I realized it didn -(TM)t matter to
my self-image whether our sex involved full penetration.  Tomorrow would
just be a continuation of our actions, so what if it went further?  
-�Whore, -� I said again, this time less sharply.  I spread my pussy lips
and tilted my pelvis forward, giggling softly, still not sure Mr.  Lamont
would fit inside.

   A knock on the door startled me out of my lewd musings.   -�You done
soon, hone? -�

    -�Five minutes, Mom! -�

    -�Okay. -�

   I hastily brushed my hair and slipped into my clothes.  It was Sunday,
but we didn -(TM)t expect guests, so I just wore what I always wore on hot
days at home, that is a bikini top and short shorts.

   I stopped short when I entered the living room.  Mom and Dad sat next to
each other on the couch that faced the door, and they looked like they were
waiting for something or someone else.

    -�What? -� I asked, looking behind me, but the corridor was empty.

    -�Why don -(TM)t you sit down, honey, -� Mom suggested.

    -�Is something wrong? -� I asked worriedly.  I couldn -(TM)t figure out
what was going on.

    -�Nothing -(TM)s wrong, -� Dad said.

   Mom scratched at a non-existent stain on her shorts, then she looked at
me with a strange, warm expression.   -�Your dad and I had a long talk
about you, and how you put in so much work and effort to keep everything
here running smoothly while I was out of business. -�

    -�It was Dad and I together, -� I protested.

    -�Nonsense, -� she objected.   -�You did all the washing and cleaning,
and most of the cooking, basically all the work I normally do.  You had to
put up with my constant frustration as well, and all that on top of school
and homework. -�

   I didn -(TM)t know what to say.  It was nice that they really
appreciated my efforts, but I felt somehow put on the spot.

    -�We -(TM)re both absolutely grateful.  Of course we always raised you
with the motto that family helps each other, but you never really
complained, and you went above what could be expected from a
fifteen-year-old.  So when we talked, we decided you shouldn -(TM)t be the
only one who had to shift her priorities.  We shifted ours a little as
well, and we got you something that will hopefully show you just how proud
we are about you. -�

   I stared at Mom.  She got up and held out a slip of paper to me.  I
stared at it.  Then I did a double take.  Then I had to force myself not to
start laughing.  Or crying.

    -�Lotta?  Honey? -�

   I realized I was acting strange, but suddenly holding my official
registration for summer camp in my hands was almost too much.

    -�Oh, Mom, Dad! -� I cried out, pushing through the myriad of emotions,
and hugged her tightly.   -�Thank you!  But - but the money- -� Suddenly I
found myself sobbing.  I could only hope they all blamed it on the
surprise, which was the cause, after all.  In a way.

    -�We -(TM)ve been putting some money aside for some time to build a
pool, -� Mom explained while she stroked my back.   -�It will have to wait
a year longer, but no pool can ever be as important as showing how much we
love you and how proud we are to have you as our daughter. -�

   That spurred on a fresh round of tears.  I felt guilty for all the
naughty things I had done to get the money on my own, and stupid that I had
not talked more to them, and more guilty because I somehow had fun doing
these things behind there back, but finally also proud because I did shift
all my priorities around and worked hard to help when they needed me.

    -�Thank you both so much, -� I sniffled, grinning widely when Dad
yanked me from Moms embrace and caught me in his own.

    -�Never change, honey, -� he said and gave me a tight squeeze.

    -�Only if you don -(TM)t squeeze me to death, -� I mock protested.

    -�I guess you have an urgent appointment with Emily now, -� he said
with a wink, releasing me from his arms.

    -�You bet! -� I said and did a little dance around the coffee table,
waving the voucher above my head.

    -�They what? -�

    -�Here! -� I held up the voucher, and she did a double take.

   Then she snatched it from and hopped into the house, hollering, 
-�Jules! Mom!  Dad!  Lotta is going to camp with us! -�

   I followed behind her more slowly.  The rest of her family was on the
patio having a late breakfast.  I blushed madly when Emily explained to
them that I got to go in return for taking care of the house and Mom.

    -�You might attempt and take her as a role model, Emily, -� her mom
said with a wink to me.   -�Kids your age can be reliable and hard working
too. -�

   That of course made me want to die on the spot.  They didn -(TM)t know
what Em knew.

   Jules turned towards me with a strange expression.  She looked quite
similar to Emily, only two years older and bit taller, and her hair was
sleek and almost black while Emily -(TM)s was a dirty blond and always a
bit frizzy.   -�It -(TM)s going to be nice to have someone along who can
distract her from following me around. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not following you around all the time, -� Emily protested. 
-�I have my own friends there. -�

    -�Not now, -� Emily -(TM)s dad said quietly but with finality.   -�We
-(TM)re happy for you.  From what Sarah and Matthew told us, you really
deserve a nice holiday. -� He ignored my renewed blush, thankfully, and
gave me wink too.   -�I -(TM)d ask you if you want to join us for
breakfast, but I -(TM)d wager that the two of you have a lot of urgent
things to talk about and far too little time. -�

    -�He -(TM)s psychic! -� I told Em with my eyes as wide as they would
go.

    -�Not a chance! -� she protested.   -�He can -(TM)t be, he -(TM)s my
dad! -�

    -�Hey! -� he hollered, but we were already racing up the stairs and
giggling.

    -�It -(TM)s so cool! -� she exclaimed once we were in her room and did
a jig.   -�You -(TM)re going to go!  You -(TM)re going to go! -�

    -�I still can -(TM)t believe it! -� I said, finally snatching the
voucher back from her.

   She plopped onto her bed on her back.   -�You know, now you don -(TM)t
have to... -�

    -�I know, -� I said and plopped down next to her, bouncing a few times.
 -�I think I -(TM)ll still do it. -�

    -�But why? -� She propped herself up on her elbow and stared at me.

    -�Because... -� I said and bit my lip.

    -�You mean... -�

    -�I -(TM)m a slut, -� I whispered.   -�A whore. -�

    -�You -(TM)re not- -�

    -�But I am. -� I propped myself up too so our faces were just inches
apart.   -�The things they did with me, -� I whispered,  -�they all felt
incredible, and I want to go all the way.  I want to feel his hug cock
inside me.  Mrs.  Lamont says it is the most wonderful feeling in the
world. -�

    -�You -(TM)re such a whore, -� Em whispered back.

    -�I know, -� I said with a grin.

   We both jumped when a knock on the door interrupted our whispered
conversation.  Jules stuck her head inside, then slipped into the room.  
-�I just wanted to say that I -(TM)m really looking forward to have you
around at camp, Lotta, -� she said.   -�Down there, we -(TM)re always
bantering around, but I mean it. -�

    -�Who are you, and what have you done with my sister? -� Emily asked
and crawled backwards on the bed.

    -�You, on the other hand... -� Jules said with a dangerous expression
and stalked towards her, then she jumped on the bed and tickled Em, making
her twitch and cry out in surrender.

    -�See what she does to me? -� Emily complained once Jules let go of
her.

    -�Nothing you don -(TM)t deserve, -� I said gravely.

    -�Perhaps I should consider staying at home this year, -� she suggested
and stuck out her tongue.

    -�So I can have Lotta all to myself? -�

    -�You -(TM)re evil! -�

    -�And don -(TM)t you forget that! -� Jules turned to me.   -�Speaking
of having you to myself.  I -(TM)ve sorted through my clothes and found a
few things that don -(TM)t really fit me anymore.  They might be your size.
If you have a minute, we could take a look to see if you like some of them.
-�

    -�Of course! -� I said excitedly.  Jules and Em always had nice
clothes.

    -�Hey!  What about your own sister?  I -(TM)m just as tall as you! -�

    -�It -(TM)s not all about height. -� Jules sobered up.   -�I -(TM)m
sorry, but the things I was thinking about need a bit more chest. -�

    -�Alright, rub it in, will you, Miss Balloons? -�

    -�How long and how hard? -�

    -�Can you two boob monsters eventually get a room and leave me to
wallow alone in my flat-chested misery? -�

    -�Your wish is our command, -� I said.  Em -(TM)s disadvantage in the
chest department had been a sore point for some time, but that changed in
the first session of the track team after last summer when her main
competitors were suddenly fighting and losing the struggle with their
growing anatomy.

    -�How about this? -� Jules said and held out a string bikini not unlike
the one Em had nicked from her.  It was moss green and incredibly soft.

    -�I -(TM)d love it! -� I said.   -�I just have to hide it from Mom. -�

   She winked at me.   -�I bought it two years ago at the camp.  My mom
would have freaked too. -�

    -�You -(TM)re cool, -� I said.

    -�You -(TM)re quite cool yourself, Lotta Lawn. -�

   The fabric slipped from my fingers, and a ball of dread formed in my
tummy.   -�Jules - I - how - what... -�

   She glanced at the door, then, sure that it was closed, said quietly, 
-�Mom and Dad asked me to keep an eye on the two of you.  I didn -(TM)t
really want to, but I saw Em nicking my old bikini, so I agreed that
something was up. -� At my panicked expression, she held up a hand.   -�I
followed you to Mr.  Parker, and I saw what you were up to. -�

    -�It was only- -�

    -�I also saw what happened at the Lamonts.  Each time.  Everything. -�

    -�Oh god, -� I whimpered.  My world was crashing down around me.  Tears
stung my eyes.   -�Like ...  really everything? -�

    -�I had to climb up their trellis, -� she said with a chuckle.   -�But
it -(TM)s okay, -� she added soothingly.   -�Nobody has to know. -�

   I wiped my eyes, and I gratefully accepted the hankie to blow my nose. 
-�You won -(TM)t tell? -� I asked hopefully.

    -�I won -(TM)t, -� she said, and brushed some hair out of my face.  
-�If... -�

    -�If? -�

    -�Let -(TM)s say, how would you feel about being ...  nice ...  to me
from time to time? -�

    -�Nice? -� It took me a moment to understand.   -�Like ...  with Mrs.
Lamont? -�

    -�You -(TM)re a clever girl, -� she said.   -�Here -(TM)s something you
might like too. -� She pushed a bundle of black fabric into my hands.

   It was a set of bra and panties, incredibly thin and made from lace,
with artful decorations woven into it.   -�You can see through it, -� I
said, holding the panties up to the light.

    -�That -(TM)s the intention.  You -(TM)ll look stunning in it. -�

   Could this day get any weirder?  I folded the clothes and picked up the
bikini I had dropped.   -�Thank you, Julie, -� I said and our eyes met. 
And just like that, we both knew I had agreed to her request, and I felt
strangely excited.

   She had a few more clothes for me, mostly underwear, but also a few tops
and even a nice, silver tube dress she had me try on.  I recognized the
expression in her eyes now.  It was the same that Mrs.  Lamont had.  I felt
both self-conscious and sexy when I pranced up and down the room for her.

   It was probably crazy, but hey, Crazy was apparently becoming my second
name by now.  After Whore.   -�Julie?  Did you like watching me do ... 
that stuff? -�

    -�It was hot. -�

   As was the idea that she was watching me all these times.  I felt
beautiful with that knowledge.   -�I -(TM)m going to visit them again
tomorrow after lunch. -�

   Emily still thought I was crazy for going through with it, but she hadn
-(TM)t experienced the mind blowing orgasms the Lamonts had given me.  I
was totally hooked.  I rang the doorbell, and I was sure I saw someone
squeeze between the hedges at the edge of their property.  I had put on the
lace set from Julie - somehow, it felt right to call her Julie instead of
Jules, even in my head - and couldn -(TM)t wait to see the Lamonts -(TM)
expression when I undressed.

   It was wonderful as always.  Mrs.  Lamont and I undressed each other,
then we kissed and touched each other until we both came.  I gave him a
blowjob next, not that I could get more than half of his cock into my
mouth, no matter how hard I tried, while she licked his balls, and I
swallowed all of his cum, which they both praised me for.

   After that, they had me lie on my back.  Mrs.  Lamont knelt above my
head so I could lick her pussy while her husband did the same to me.  It
was wonderful.  I found I liked it a lot when Mrs.  Lamont settled a bit of
her weight on me, so I was totally buried in her pussy.

   Then it was time.  They took up spots to my left and right and caressed
me with their fingers.  Mrs.  Lamont was the first to push a digit inside
me, and I came just seconds afterwards.  But they never slowed down.  Their
fingers slid deeper, became two, then three, and they kept stroking my
thighs, caressing my breasts and kissing me all over.  I came again and
again, and I was crazy with lust when Mr.  Lamont finally climbed between
my legs and his wife aimed his throbbing cock at my opening.

   There was no hymen and no blood, thankfully.  My gynecologist had
checked that when Mom took me there to get my prescription.  I had
apparently lost it at some point, most likely by falling from a swing or
having a bike accident.  There were a few such painful incidents in my
past, so she was probably right.

   I still thought he -(TM)d rip me apart at first, though, not from the
pain, but because I had never felt such an intense, stretching sensation. I
could only take short gasps of air, and I stared down where the head of his
cock slowly slid inside me.

   He was really gentle.  Too gentle at some point.  I was going crazy with
lust, trembling and moaning.  I propped my body up and stared hard at him.
-�Stop toying around, -� I demanded,  -�or I -(TM)ll faint from pleasure
before you -(TM)re all the way inside. -� I took a deep breath and closed
my eyes for a moment.   -�Fuck me for real.  Please! -�

   And god, he did!  He started moving in and out, faster and faster, and
my body was bouncing around, his cock stretching and stirring everything
deep inside me.  I came when he was three quarters inside me, and again
when his pelvis touched mine.

    -�Oh god, oh god, oh god! -� I heard myself scream, then I felt him
throb inside me, felt warmth spread through my belly, and I knew he was
filling me with his cum.  Mrs.  Lamonts started flicking my clit at the
same time, and I came once more, feeling more pleasure than I had ever
before.

    -�You destroyed me! -� I rasped ten minutes later.  I wasn -(TM)t sure
if I had fainted or simply fallen asleep from exhaustion.  I was sticky
with sweat, and the room reeked of sex.

    -�Did you enjoy it? -�

    -�It was incredible. -� I pushed myself upright, but not without
trouble.   -�I feel like I ran a marathon.  And I need to get going. -�

   This could have been the end of my debauched little tale.  I was sore
for two days after Mr.  Lamont took my cherry, but I also had trouble
hiding my elation.  I didn -(TM)t have to earn money anymore, so I could
have gone back to being my proper old self again.

   But that is, of course, not what happened.

   For one, Mr.  Lamont -(TM)s cock was far too much fun.  For two, there
was Julie.  She wouldn -(TM)t have needed to coerce me into anything.  I
-(TM)d had a crush on her for quite some time.  Then there was summer camp,
which brought its own number of opportunities for decadent escapades, and
there were the photos Julie secretly took when she spied on my deflowering
at the hands of the Lamonts.  But I didn -(TM)t learn about the photos
until quite a bit later.

   The first two weeks of camp were filled with getting to know all the
other teenagers, playing sports, swimming, having campfires and barbecues,
and all the other stuff you do at camp.  I was completely knackered when I
got into bed each night, and Emily and I barely managed to mumble our good
nights before we fell asleep.

   The camp was nice.  It was a huge area with trees, surrounded by woods
and situated next to a lake.  They had everything from a beach volleyball
nets to soccer and tennis courts, ice cream parlors, little shops and
whatnot.  The age of the guests ranged from twelve to seventeen.  We were
assigned groups, with an adult chaperone of sorts.  Ours was a young woman
with fire red hair named Tori, short for Victoria.  She slept in a separate
room in the large bunk house and made sure we showed up for meals and got
into bed.  Otherwise, we were free to do whatever we wanted.  A color coded
wrist band told which group we belonged to.

   It was the last day of the second week.  Emily had gotten a sunburn and
was now wallowing in her bunk bed, lying on her tummy and letting the aloe
gel do its magic on her back.  She had told me to spend the time outside,
so I was somewhat at a loss what to do.  The others had already formed
groups, mostly playing sports, but I didn -(TM)t feel like it.  My own back
wasn -(TM)t that far from getting burned.  I decided to head outside and
see what took my fancy, and I bumped into Julie right outside our house.

    -�Hi, Lotta.  Where -(TM)s my little pest of a sister? -�

    -�Don -(TM)t be mean.  She got too much sun on her back, so she -(TM)s
out of commission for today. -�

    -�That -(TM)s good, -� Julie said.

    -�Huh? -� I asked.

   She took my hand and started walking towards the back of the camp,
leaving me no choice but to go along.

    -�I -(TM)m in a bit of trouble, -� she suddenly said without looking at
me.

    -�Trouble? -�

   She let out a sigh.   -�I brought a bit of dope.  Really not much.  Tori
and I were going to meet in a little clearing near the edge to have a
little picnic and smoke the pot, and I had everything set up already.  But
Rodney caught me.

   Rodney was the owner of the camp.  He and his wife Lizzie ran it
together.  They were both in their early forties and had inherited the camp
from his parents about ten years ago.   -�Shit, -� I said.   -�Is he going
to send you home. -�

    -�He might. -� She sighed again.   -�He offered me an alternative,
though. -�

    -�Oh. -� I got a suspicion.   -�You mean, he... -�

    -�He -(TM)s willing to ignore it, if I have sex with him. -�

    -�But that -(TM)s - that -(TM)s extortion. -�

    -�Well, I may have seemed quite willing.  It might have even been my
idea in the first place.  Only... -�

    -�Only... -� I prompted.

   She stopped and turned to me.  She looked quite worried.  And guilty?  
-�Only, I -(TM)m not on the pill and its my fertile days. -� She rubbed her
face.   -�I didn -(TM)t think of that last part.  And now he expects me to
go along, but I can -(TM)t, and... -� She looked expectantly at me.

    -�Julie?  You - you -(TM)re not - you expect me to fill in for you?  To
have sex with a total stranger for you? -�

    -�Isn -(TM)t that exciting? -� she asked.

    -�Julie!  I -(TM)m not a... -�

   She giggled.

    -�What -(TM)s in it for me? -� I groaned inside when I heard myself ask
the question.  Stupid, stupid, stupid, I told myself.

   She stepped closer and bit her lip.  Then she leaned forward and
whispered into my ear,  -�You can smoke with us. -�

    -�Not enough! -� I shot back.

    -�I don -(TM)t have much money... -�

    -�And I don -(TM)t need any. -�

    -�Fuck, -� she whimpered, but then she suddenly perked up.   -�I -(TM)m
sure you could wiggle a free pass for next year -(TM)s camp out of him. -�

    -�If I don -(TM)t, you -(TM)re the one paying. -�

    -�Okay, -� she said and took my hand again, pulling me to the forest. 
-�I -(TM)m going to watch. -�

    -�What -(TM)s this? -� Rodney asked warily when we stepped into the
clearing.

   He wasn -(TM)t bad looking.  I stood up a little straighter and
approached him since Julie seemed at a loss how to start.   -�I -(TM)m
Julie -(TM)s substitute, I hope you don -(TM)t mind. -�

   He looked back and forth between us.

   I stood on tiptoes and whispered into his ear,  -�I know about your
deal, but Julie -(TM)s not protected, and you don -(TM)t want to send her
home with a little Rodney inside her, do you? -�

   His eyes widened, and he turned pale.  He took a step back.

   I followed him.   -�There -(TM)s not such risk with me, -� I purred and
ran my hand over his crotch.  He was already - or still - semi hard, and
from the feel of it, a bit thinner than Mrs.  Lamont but about the same
length.   -�Julie and I are friends, and friends help each other in tight
situations, don -(TM)t they? -�

   His head jerked up and down.

    -�Speaking about tight situations... -� I slipped my hand inside his
trousers and wiggled it into his underpants.  The head of his cock was
already moist.   -�Before we really do something about this, -� I
suggested, gently stroking his cock,  -�we -(TM)ll need to finalize the
deal.  You get to explore my tight pussy with your big dong, and there
-(TM)s no pot, agreed?  Never was, never will be? -�

    -�Okay, -� he agreed, his voice hitching.

    -�Second.  I -(TM)ll make sure you have a really, really good time, and
in return, I get a free pass for next year -(TM)s camp. -�

    -�That - that -(TM)s too much, -� he squeezed out.

   I could probably milk it if I brought up the age angle, I realized, then
I almost giggled since I was literally milking him, but I quickly
concentrated again.   -�Okay, let -(TM)s say we can play once more before I
leave, you choose the time and place when you want my cute little ass, but
no more than an hour. -�

    -�Okay. -� It came too fast.   -�Promise? -�

    -�Promise, -� I said.  Then I realized what I had offered in the heat
of the moment.  I could only hope that-

    -�I -(TM)m going to have fun sampling that cute little ass, -� Rodney
said with a smug smile.

   All I could do now was tell him honestly,  -�You -(TM)ll be the first
there, so please go gentle. -� I slipped off my bikini top, and his eyes
were immediately glued to my tits.  He didn -(TM)t even look away when I
undressed the rest of the way.

    -�Let -(TM)s get you out of your clothes too, -� I suggested,
withdrawing my hand, which was a little slick by now, from his pants.

    -�Sure enough, -� he said.  He didn -(TM)t need my help at all, though
I might have stacked his clothes together instead of throwing them all
over. His boxers landed on what looked suspiciously like an ant hill, but
that was his problem.

   I got to my knees and leaned forward towards his now fully stiff cock. A
long string of pre-cum dangled downward, and it bobbed cutely up and down.

    -�Hey, -� he gasped and gripped my shoulders.   -�We weren -(TM)t
talking about blowjobs, young lady. -�

    -�I know, -� I answered with a cheeky grin.   -�That -(TM)s on the
house.  We don -(TM)t want you to blow your load too early when we get to
the real thing, do we? -�

   He slowly relaxed his grip.  For a second, he searched my eyes, and he
apparently found was he was looking for and let go completely.  His breath
hissed when I licked the pre-cum from the tip, and again when I slid my
lips over his cock.

   As expected, he didn -(TM)t even last a half minute, then he moaned and
his hips jerked forward.  Mrs.  Lamont had taught me to keep a grip on the
cock to keep it from pushing to deep when that happened, so I managed to
suck and swallow in time with his spurts.  He tasted a little different
than Mr.  Lamont, though the main flavors were the same.

    -�Oh shit, -� he said, taking a step back.  His cock was quickly
shrinking.

   I licked my lips - Mrs.  Lamont said men loved that - and looked at
Julie, whose cheeks were flushed.  One of her hands was suspiciously close
to her pelvis.

    -�Hey, Julie, -� I suggested quietly.   -�How about giving Rodney a
little show together to get his blood flowing again? -�

    -�You mean... -�

    -�It -(TM)s really not fair to let me do all the work.  You -(TM)re
fertile, not handicapped. -�

    -�I - but - oh to hell! -� Her moment of hesitation didn -(TM)t last
long.  She had the hots for me, we both knew that.  Seconds later, she was
naked and pulling me upright, yanking my head back and kissing me hard.  It
was a totally different kiss than those from either of the Lamonts, greedy
and messy.  I liked it.  I melted against her, but just when I thought she
would ease her hard grip, she twirled me around.  I ended up on the ground,
my feet pointing towards Rodney, and she straddled my face.   -�You want to
give him a show?  Show him how well you lick pussy, little whore! -�

   I don -(TM)t know if she sensed it, but I had almost a small orgasm when
she called me a whore.  It had become my forbidden mantra when I diddled
myself, and she had instinctively hit upon it.  I reached out with my
tongue and tickled her pussy lips, then pressed my mouth, tongue still out,
against her pubes and started slurping.  She immediately started moaning in
time with my licks.

   I knew what she wanted when she tilted her pelvis, and my tongue found
her engorged clit.  Her moans turned into high-pitched gasps.

   I recognized what was happening when my legs were lifted all of a
sudden. Rodney was back in the game, and he didn -(TM)t wait until Julie
was finished.  He didn -(TM)t wait at all.  His cock entered me in one hard
push.  It hurt a little, but I was too aroused to care.  I grunted into
Julie -(TM)s pussy, which turned her on even more, and seconds later she
came already, flooding my face with juices.  She toppled off me and rolled
up into a ball, letting out pleased little moans, but I didn -(TM)t have
time to keep track of her.  Rodney folded me completely in half and really
started jack-hammering me, stirring my insides around in a way I wouldn
-(TM)t have thought possible.

   I was quickly incapable of coherent speech.  Pleasure exploded, and I
bucked and shook, but Rodney was too strong from all the work around the
camp to be slowed down.  I couldn -(TM)t even say when one climax ended and
the next started.  Each time he pushed fully inside, I felt like my bowels
were pushed around.  It hurt, but in a good way, but I couldn -(TM)t tell
him that, I could only grunt and enjoy.

   I was still peaking when he suddenly stilled and pumped me full of his
seed.   -�Oh shit, -� he gasped.   -�Holy Mary! -�

    -�Amen, -� Julie said from close by and tilted my head to her.  Her
eyes were huge.   -�That was the most awesome thing ever. -�

    -�I -(TM)ll say, -� Rodney agreed, totally out of breath, and slipped
out of me.

   We all started laughing.  The situation somehow was totally absurd.

    -�So you had all the fun without me? -� A sharp female voice suddenly
asked.

   We all spun around and stared at Tori.

    -�Uhm.  Ah.  I - we - -� I stammered and tried to cover myself with my
hands.

    -�How much have you seen? -� Julie asked.

    -�About everything, I -(TM)d say, -� Tori told her with a grin.   -�I
can really use a smoke now. -�

   Then I did a double take.  Rodney walked to his discarded shorts,
rummaged through the pockets and threw something at Tori.   -�Have some of
mine.  It -(TM)s the good stuff. -�

   I slowly turned around.   -�Julie? -� I asked dangerously.

    -�I thought you -(TM)d either refuse completely, or haggle him down to
a blowjob, -� Julie said apologetically.   -�I didn -(TM)t think you -(TM)d
sell him your pussy and ass.  You really didn -(TM)t have to. -�

   I looked back and forth between the three of them.   -�You were all
three in on it, weren -(TM)t you? -�

   Rodney at least had the decency to look ashamed.  A little.  Perhaps. 
He put his clothes back on.

   Tori sat down next to me, facing in the other direction.   -�I -(TM)m
not in a position to hand out free camp vouchers, -� she asked.   -�What
can I offer to taste you lovely little morsel? -�

   A wicked set of pictures from one of the magazines Emily had nicked
sprung to my mind.  Tori looked a lot like one of the characters in it.  
-�Perhaps, -� I said,  -�you just have to abduct me, tie me up and have
your wicked way with me? -�

   For a moment I thought she stopped breathing.   -�I -(TM)m your
chaperone, -� she suddenly said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.  
-�Perhaps I should do just that, and give you a good, long spanking to boot
for your lewd behavior. -�

    -�You wouldn -(TM)t! -� I gasped.  Mrs.  Lamont had given my rear a few
swats once in the heat of the moment, and I had really enjoyed the stinging
heat.

    -�Are you challenging me? -�

    -�What if I am? -�

   She smiled sweetly at me and leaned in so close that our noses touched.
-�Then you -(TM)ve got it coming. -�

   I met her hard stare for a few seconds, then I looked away and tried to
look abashed.

    -�You -(TM)re precious, -� she said with a giggle.   -�I can -(TM)t
wait. -�

    -�Me neither, -� I whispered.

    -�Julie? -� I asked a while later.  We were stretched out on the
ground, Julie and I still naked, and passing the joint back and forth.  The
first few drags had been awful, but I quickly got used to it, and now I had
a dreamy buzz, and everything seemed so peaceful and relaxed.   -�Does Em
know... -�

    -�She -(TM)s clueless, I think, -� Julie said, taking the joint from
me.  -�I mean, she -(TM)s now old enough to be game, but I -(TM)m not sure
if anybody approached her yet. -�

    -�Game?  You mean... -�

    -�There -(TM)s an unspoken rule between the adults and older visitors.
No sexual stuff under fifteen.  What younger ones of the same age do
together is their things, but once you -(TM)re in the know, fifteen is the
dividing line. -�

    -�Oh, -� I said and took another drag.   -�I don -(TM)t want her to
find out the wrong way. -�

    -�We -(TM)ll take care of it. -� Tori sat up and winked at me while she
took the joint.  It was nearly gone, and she had to hold it between her
nails so she didn -(TM)t burn herself.  She held the smoke inside for a
moment, then she exhaled and stubbed out the joint.   -�Though, if I -(TM)m
right, it -(TM)s getting taken care of right now. -� She stood up and held
out a hand.   -�Want to check? -�

    -�Oh my god!  Sure! -� I said and tried to jump up, only to topple
over. That was funny, and I almost couldn -(TM)t stop giggling.  It took
Tori and Julie more than five minutes to get me upright and into my
clothes. I swayed a little, and I was glad I could hold onto their hands.

   We somehow managed to make it to our bunk house, but Julie had to clamp
her hand over my mouth a few times because it was just to funny how we
crept to the right window.  We slowly peeked over the sill, and I froze. 
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

   Emily was naked and on her back on her bed and writhing in ecstasy.  Two
equally naked girls were framing her.  I recognized them as Kendra and
Sheila and they were alternating between kissing Emily and caressing her
body.  Between her legs knelt one of the seventeen year old guys from two
cabins down.  I had seen Emily ogle him a few times.  He was tall and
athletic, and he had a nice, though not too big cock, if my meager
experience was anything to go by, which he kept sliding in and out of Emily
in measured strokes.

    -�It -(TM)s beautiful, -� I whispered.

    -�It is, -� the others agreed.

   Julie whispered a naughty little plan into my ear that I couldn -(TM)t
refuse.

    -�Lotta! -� Emily gasped.  I had opened and closed the door loud enough
to give her a bit of warning, and true enough, she had covered herself with
the thin blanket.

    -�Hey, -� I greeted.   -�Is your back better?  Are you cold?  You don
-(TM)t need a blanket in this heat, do you? -�

    -�I - uhm- I -(TM)m a little cold, yes, -� she stammered.

    -�You look sweaty, -� I observed worriedly.   -�You -(TM)re not getting
a fever, are you?  You can -(TM)t get sick on our holiday! -�

    -�N-no, -� she hastily.   -�I -(TM)m s-sure it -(TM)s nothing! -�

    -�Oh, -� I said, feigning relief.   -�I was worried there a bit.  And
your back? -�

    -�It -(TM)s all good now, -� she said quietly.

   I sat down next to her and leaned close.   -�Emily. -�

    -�Yeah? -�

    -�I - I have to admit something? -�

    -�Admit? -�

    -�I -(TM)ve had all these sexy adventures, you know, and I wouldn
-(TM)t have even tried if it had not been for you.  I owe you for that. 
You -(TM)re the best friend anybody could have, and so much more.  You
-(TM)re so nice and clever and pretty, and sexy. -� I held her gaze.

    -�Lotta? -� It came out strangled.

    -�I - I -(TM)d like to show you how wonderful all that sex stuff feels,
it -(TM)s so much better than doing it yourself.  I -(TM)d like to kiss
your pretty pussy and make you feel incredibly good.  You don -(TM)t have
to do anything in return if you don -(TM)t want to. -�

   I saw her legs clamp together under the blanket, and her eyes got
impossibly wide.   -�I - oh god - Lotta - I -(TM)d - uhm - love to - but -
perhaps not now?  With my back?  You know? -�

   She looked terrified, and hopeful, and utterly guilty and ashamed,
feelings I knew so well.

   I leaned in even closer.   -�You said your back is better, -� I
insisted.

    -�It -(TM)s a bit bet- -�

   I didn -(TM)t let her finish.  I pushed my lips against hers and kissed
her lovingly.  It took only a second until she was kissing me back.  I
realized I should really have done that a lot earlier.  Emily was cute, and
clever, and always there for me.  And a totally hot piece of ass, tits or
no tits.  I slid fully onto the bed and we kissed some more until we were
both totally out of breath.

   I pushed myself up a little and started tugging on the blanket.  She
gripped it tightly, the panic back in her eyes.

    -�Please, -� I whispered.   -�Let me suck that gorgeous pussy and drive
you crazy with pleasure. -�

    -�N-not now.  We can -(TM)t! -� she whimpered miserably.

    -�Why not, Emily? -� I kept tugging, and she kept pulling the blanket
back.

    -�B-because... -� she was getting frantic.

   I decided enough was enough.   -�Is it because your pretty, wet pussy is
full of sticky boy cum? -�

   She froze.  Then she nodded, slowly, jerkily, and made a strangled
sound.

    -�Would you let me lick and suck that sticky, naughty cum and your
slick, sweet honey from your pussy, Emily?  Please? -�

   Another strangled sound followed.

    -�I saw you, -� I admitted in a whisper.   -�It was the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen when he made love to you, and Kendra and Sheila
kissed and caressed you. -�

   A few tears suddenly dribbled down her cheeks.   -�L-Lotta? -� she asked
with hitching breath.

    -�Yes? -� I caressed her cheek.

    -�Would you really - really do it? -�

    -�I -(TM)d love to, -� I told her honestly.

   She hesitantly pulled the blanket away.  Her pussy lips were still red
and puffy.  It was a lovely sight.  A small trail of mixed cum was already
trickling down towards her butt.   -�If you kneel over my face, I -(TM)m
pretty sure we can get almost all of it. -�

   She let out a laugh and scrambled to her knees.   -�You -(TM)re such a
whore, Lotta! -� she giggled.

    -�And it -(TM)s your fault, -� I giggled back.   -�Now hurry and give
me my treat! -�

    -�I -(TM)m afraid I -(TM)ll have to abduct Lotta for an hour, -� Rodney
said.

    -�Is something wrong? -� Emily asked immediately.

    -�No, no.  Nothing -(TM)s wrong.  She just has a few questions about
special arrangements for visiting next year again, and I have got time
right now. -�

   Emily sent me a questioning look, and I decided instantly that hiding
this wasn -(TM)t right.   -�Can Emily come along? -� I asked him.

   He froze for a moment.   -�Are you sure? -�

    -�Dead sure, -� I said.

    -�Then come along, young lady, -� Rodney told her before turning back
to me.   -�I trust your judgment. -�

    -�Lotta? -�

    -�Soon, -� I said and followed Rodney, pulling Emily along.  When we
were out of earshot from the public, I pulled her a little closer.   -�You
-(TM)re about to witness how Rodney pops my anal cherry. -�

   She almost stumbled.   -�You ana- you mean... -�

    -�He -(TM)s going to fuck my ass, yes, -� I whispered.

    -�Oh my god! -� Emily groaned.

    -�We -(TM)ll have a few onlookers, -� Rodney said.   -�I hope you don
-(TM)t mind. -�

    -�The more the merrier, -� I said with a blush.  I already expected
that Julie and Tori wouldn -(TM)t let the opportunity pass.   -�We -(TM)re
not going to the clearing, are we? -�

    -�We don -(TM)t normally invite guests into our private area, but this
warrants an exception. -� He lead us through a small grove of trees and to
a house that looked a slightly lager version of the luxury cabins.  
-�Through here. -�

   I came up short when I saw who was already there.  Julie and Tori sat on
a couch in a large living room.  I had not expected Lizzie too, who sat
across from them on a plush chair.  She was a waifish woman with long,
reddish-blond hair, pale skin and freckles.  And small breasts, not much
larger than Emily -(TM)s.  And these breasts were naked.  She was only
wearing a silver thong.   -�I hope you don -(TM)t mind, but camp deals are
always with the two of us, -� Lizzie said with a grin.   -�Rodney keeps
forgetting that. -�

    -�Julie! -� Emily gasped.

    -�Emily can sit on my lap, -� Tori exclaimed.   -�If she wants to, of
course. -�

   Emily -(TM)s eyes flickered to me.  Her cheeks were dark red.   -�I
think you should do that, -� I whispered into her ear.   -�Tori -(TM)s
cool. -�

    -�Like... -�

    -�Sexy cool, -� I said and turned my attention back Lizzie.  Emily
scooted around us and hesitantly approached Tori, who greeted her with a
warm smile.   -�Sorry, -� I said.   -�I guess it -(TM)s only fair to
include both of you in the deal, -� I said.

    -�Rodney got a bit of a head start, though, -� she told me with a wink
and shifted her weight to push down her thong.  Her pussy was totally
hairless, and she had freckles there too.

    -�Well, we could either catch up, which will take the best of an hour,
while Rodney here has to wait and suffer a bad case of blue balls, or... -�

    -�You want to restart the time, right? -�

    -�The girls told me you -(TM)re clever. -� She put her feet on the
armrests, which opened her pussy up to everybody -(TM)s view.  I could hear
Emily -(TM)s soft gasp.   -�Why don -(TM)t you get your lovely tongue busy
until you have made up your mind? -�

   That made me giggle.   -�And time only starts afterwards, I guess? -�

    -�Clever. -�

    -�I guess I don -(TM)t have a choice.  I can -(TM)t seem to make up my
mind yet. -� I slowly got to my knees in front of her.

   She shivered when I ran my tongue through her folds.  I made sure to
nibble and suck gently all around her pussy and on the soft skin atop her
thighs, just like Mrs.  Lamont had taught me.

    -�You -(TM)re good, -� Lizzie moaned, running her hands through my
hair.

   I finally made my way to her opening and swirled my tongue deeper and
deeper inside.  Her breathing sped up when I did so.  I tasted her juices,
and then something else, something familiar, coated my tongue.

   She noticed my moment of hesitation and grinned knowingly.

   I thought it would take some time to build her climax, because she didn
-(TM)t react that much at first, but once I focused on her clit and sucked
hard, she came undone within a minute.

   I tried to prolong her climax, but she gently pushed me away.   -�Have
you made up your mind, honey? -�

    -�I guess we -(TM)ll just have to reset the time.  It wouldn -(TM)t be
fair to Rodney, otherwise, -� I said sweetly.

   Lizzie helped me strip.  I was surprisingly barely self-conscious about
my nudity.  I guess practice does it.  Then she helped my lie down on the
coffee table and returned my favor from earlier, licking me to a delicious,
even though not earth shattering, climax.

   Next she climbed atop of my me so I could lick her again while Rodney
buried himself in my pussy.  This time around he took his time.  Both
Lizzie and I came four or five times - I -(TM)m not completely sure -
before he spent himself inside me.  Someone handed me a bottle of lemonade,
which I emptied in one go.

    -�That was the first half, -� Lizzie announced, and my gaze went to the
wall clock.  True enough, we -(TM)d just had sex for almost an hour!  No
wonder I felt so exhausted already.   -�I -(TM)ll be right back, -� Lizzie
said.

   A minute later she re-entered the room, and we all gasped.  She had put
on some kind of harness around her waist and legs, and a large plastic
dildo stood out above her venus mound.

    -�Lizzie? -� I asked a little worried.

    -�This is not going up your backside, don -(TM)t worry, -� she said,
then held up a hand.   -�This is, though. -�

   Even the small - in comparison - dildo looked terrifying enough.

    -�Why don -(TM)t you go up on the table on your knees and elbows, -�
she suggested.   -�I promise, you -(TM)re going to like this. -�

    -�It -(TM)s my first time, -� I said while I got into position.

    -�There -(TM)s always a first time. -�

   I yelped a little when something cold and wet dripped between my ass
cheeks.

    -�This is lubricant, -� she explained and ran a finger through my
crack. It felt nasty and deliciously wicked.  She suddenly pressed a
fingertip against my pucker, and my head shot up.  It was a totally wild
feeling to be touched there.

    -�This is so nasty! -� I heard Emily exclaim in wonder, and it
distracted me enough that my pucker relaxed.  Lizzie -(TM)s finger popped
inside my backside, and I nearly fainted from embarrassment.  That quickly
turned in into breathless arousal when she started turning her finger and
pushing in deeper.

    -�You -(TM)re doing well, -� Lizzie said.   -�We -(TM)ll have that
lovely, tight little ass of yours impaled on Rodney -(TM)s cock in no time,
you just see. -�

   I could only grunt.  She started moving her finger in and out, first
just for a fraction of an inch, but slowly lengthening her strokes.  It
felt utterly foreign, yet I didn -(TM)t want it to stop.

   She suddenly pulled out her finger, though.  The feeling when my pucker
clenched a few times until it was closed was just as strange and naughty.

   Then something cooler and smoother pushed against my ass.  The dildo. 
It took me a bit of effort to relax, but then I felt my pucker widening. 
My eyes grew big, and I couldn -(TM)t breath when the stretching didn
-(TM)t stop when I expected it to.  It did stop, eventually, and then the
dildo slid inside and my pucker tried to clench to its earlier diameter,
which, of course, wasn -(TM)t possible.  My ring of muscle started burning.

    -�Ow! -� I whimpered.

    -�Does it hurt? -� Lizzie asked.

    -�Ow.  Yes. -�

    -�Shall I pull it out! -�

    -�No! -� I protested.   -�Don -(TM)t you dare! -�

   Lizzie laughed, and the girls gasped.

    -�I feel like such a whore, -� I admitted, two thirds to a climax just
from having a piece of rubber shoved into my ass.

    -�Then lets fuck the whore, -� Lizzie said with a giggle and started
moving the dildo, drawing sharp grunts and moans from me.

   I think I would have cum just from that if she had kept it up a minute
longer, but she suddenly stopped and moved away.  The dildo was still
buried almost all the way inside my ass.

    -�Lizzie? -� I gasped.

    -�In a moment, -� she said and somehow wiggled her way under my body.
Hands pushed me this way and that, then someone pulled on my hips and
pushed down.  Lizzie -(TM)s fake cock touched my pussy, but the hands kept
pushing, and I was slowly impaled on it.

   They went slow enough it didn -(TM)t hurt, but I wouldn -(TM)t have
minded.  The hands that guided my hips had to be Rodney -(TM)s.  Lizzie
-(TM)s were on my breasts and teasing me something fierce.  At least one
more hand was moving the dildo in and out of my ass again.

   The artificial cock bottomed out in me.  The dildo in my ass started
moving faster and faster.  I got trouble breathing.   -�I -(TM)m - I -(TM)m
going - -� I stammered, but then the dildo was yanked out and something
silken and warm and even bigger pushed its way into my ass.

    -�Oh my god! -� I screamed and started trembling all over.  I couldn
-(TM)t believe it after the trouble I had with Lizzie -(TM)s finger, but
Rondey -(TM)s large cock slowly slid all the way inside.  It hurt again, of
course, but in the best way possible.  I came and came, and then, just when
I thought I could calm down and breathe again, Rodney started fucking me in
long, even strokes, and my climax went through the roof.  I thrashed and
screamed in delight.  I felt hands hold my arms and shoulders, I felt lips
on my tits, and I totally melted into a steaming volcano of pure ecstasy.

   I was almost lethargic by the time Rodney came and filled my ass with
his spunk, but it still felt nice.  They had to help me off Lizzie, and
Julie went with me into the shower.  She did most of the cleaning.  I just
focused on keeping standing upright.

   Then we all sat around the coffee table, all of us clothed, drank coffee
and ate cake.  Only the somewhat heady smell in the air still told of our
previous debauchery.

   We were all sad the camp holiday was about to end.  Emily and I had a
lot of wonderful experiences, some together, some separately, now that we
were part of  -�The Crew -�, as we learned that those in the know about the
camp -(TM)s shenanigans called themselves.  I had met up with Rodney and
Lizzie for a goodbye fuck on our last evening, and afterwards Emily and
Julie had joined us on a small bonfire where we roasted marshmallows.

    -�Does anybody have a good story to tell before we call it a night? -�
Rodney asked.

    -�I do, -� Emily piped.   -�It -(TM)s titled How Lotta Became a Whore.
-�

    -�Oh, I -(TM)d like to hear that one, -� Lizzie said eagerly over my
groans.

   Everything was too perfect.

   The shit hit the fan in the second week of school.  I went downstairs to
say goodnight to Mom, and I immediately knew something was totally, utterly
wrong the moment I stepped into the kitchen.  Dad was away on a business
trip - I had to thank the gods for that, in hindsight - so it was just Mom,
and she was tear stricken and trembling.

    -�Mom? -� I asked and headed straight to her.  I tried to pull her into
a hug, but she pushed me away.   -�Mom? -� I asked again.   -�What -(TM)s
going on? -�

    -�You tell me! -� she hissed and threw a photo onto the counter.

   My heart stopped beating.   -�Shit, -� I said, immediately recognizing
it.

    -�Lotta?  W-why did you let them d-do that to you?  Why didn -(TM)t you
c-come to me?  We could have stopped them.  Gone to the police.  Lotta? -�

   Oh shit.   -�Mom, -� I said, trying not to get eaten by guilt right
away. My throat felt too narrow to let any words through, and my voice
sounded scratchy.   -�Can we - can we sit down and talk about it? -�

   Mom called in sick for me the next day.  We -(TM)d been up all night,
and I had to use all of skills to keep from either calling the cops or Dad.
She couldn -(TM)t understand that it was all my own making, and that even
if the law said otherwise, I was grown-up enough that nobody but me
deserved the blame.  Should the Lamonts have thought twice about accepting
my propositions?  Certainly.  But they weren -(TM)t guilty.  It took a lot
and lot of iterations of my line of thinking until we came to a tentative
agreement.  She wouldn -(TM)t talk to Dad.  She wouldn -(TM)t ground me, as
that would be difficult to explain.

   I, on the other hand, was on probation.  I had to prove over the next
half year that I had my priorities in order.  Family, school, friends. 
Dating and sex were only a very remote option.  I had thought about
bringing Emily up as an option, but I didn -(TM)t want to shock her any
further.

   I somehow managed to pull it off, though I really had not been convinced
I could.

   And Julie got hell from Emily and me.  She had let her latest boyfriend
- more like sex buddy, though he saw that differently - borrow her camera
and forgot the card inside.  Two days later, she dumped him, and the ass
had nothing better to do than print out the photos and put them into our
mailbox.

   Once I had threatened her with a gruesome death, she rang up a bunch of
friends and passed the threat on to her former boyfriend.  They apparently
roughed him up a bit to make it believable, and he was willing to hand out
the copies he had made together his hard drive.

   Now, once more this could have been the end of the whole story.  But
life has a talent to move in the most unexpected directions.

   The next move life made was another devastating blow to Mom, but this
time it wasn -(TM)t my fault.

   I came home from school on Friday to find Mom locked inside their
bedroom and Dad standing forlorn in front of the door, tears streaming down
his face.

    -�Dad? -� I asked.

    -�It -(TM)s - it -(TM)s my fault, -� he said and hid his face.

    -�Mom? -� I asked louder.

    -�Tell the asshole to go away and never come back! -� Mom wailed.  She
was crying too.

    -�Dad, -� I said sternly.   -�Downstairs.  Now. -�

    -�Lotta.  I- -�

    -�I don -(TM)t care, -� I said, taking a leaf out of Mom -(TM)s book,
and headed to the staircase.   -�We -(TM)re going to have a talk. -�

   It turned out to be a long, difficult and emotional talk.  Dad didn
-(TM)t really want to tell me what had happened, but his monosyllabic
answers and Mom -(TM)s reaction earlier quickly led me to the correct
deduction.

   Dad had cheated.  On that same night when Mom found the photos, to boot.
In my opinion, that was just bad luck, but I knew Mom saw it as a double
blow.

    -�Who? -� I asked.

   He squirmed around a bit, but he finally admitted it was with a
colleague from a different office.  They -(TM)d had a bit too much to drink
- or perhaps a lot - and ended up in bed.  Dad wasn -(TM)t even sure how
much really happened, but the colleague, Mary-Ellen was her name, got it
into her head that they had a blooming relationship and didn -(TM)t take no
for an answer.  She had called Mom today before lunchtime.  Probably with a
very flowery story that was just loosely based on reality, but when Dad
raced home after her enraged call, she had already locked herself in.

    -�You -(TM)re an idiot, -� I said, crossing my arms.

    -�I know, -� he sobbed.   -�It should never have happened.  I don
-(TM)t know why- -�

    -�I -(TM)m not talking about that, -� I interrupted him.   -�I -(TM)m
talking about not telling her right away. -� That shut him up for a minute.

    -�I guess, -� he said dejectedly.   -�I don -(TM)t know what to do. -�

    -�For now, the best thing you can do is make yourself sparse,
unfortunately.  Find a motel where you can stay for two night. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t have any clothes, -� he said.   -�I -(TM)ve got to go to
work and- -�

    -�Really?  That -(TM)s a problem?  You can -(TM)t stop by a store and
buy what you need?  Even just underwear, and use the motel -(TM)s cleaning
service to have your work clothes fresh in the morning? -�

    -�I - I guess, -� he said again and got even smaller.

    -�You need to let her calm down.  And wait until she -(TM)s ready to
talk for real.  I -(TM)ll try my best to speed that up. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know what I -(TM)d do without you, honey! -� he said,
tearing up again.

    -�Stop crying, -� I said sharply.   -�You -(TM)ll have enough time for
self-pity when you -(TM)re in the motel. -� I bit my lip.   -�If I were
you, I wouldn -(TM)t drink a drop. -�

    -�I won -(TM)t, -� he promised.

   I felt totally out of it.  This was like a complete role reversal, and
it wasn -(TM)t fun.   -�I -(TM)ll call you tomorrow around lunchtime, -� I
said.   -�Now I need some time to think how I can get Mom out of her funk.
-�

    -�Thank you, -� he said.

    -�Scoot, Dad, -� I said, this time softer.

   It took me until eight in the evening until Mom was sufficiently hungry
that she let me in.  She had changed into pajamas and looked a total mess.
She locked the door as soon as I was inside.

    -�Thank you, -� she sobbed, staring at the plate with fish and
potatoes.  -�I - I don -(TM)t know if I can eat, though. -�

    -�Dad -(TM)s staying in a motel, -� I said.

    -�What?  Did he- -�

    -�I told him to. -� I slipped off my shoes and crawled onto the bed.  
-�You -(TM)re both not in a condition to have a reasonable talk.

   That set off her tears again.   -�How could he- -� she started sobbing.

    -�Mom! -� I guess I was a bit loud, but it worked.  She stared at me
like a deer in the headlights.

    -�The only person who can answer that question is he, but you won
-(TM)t get that answer tonight.  I know that you -(TM)ve been together ever
since you started senior high school, and that you were each other -(TM)s
first and only.  But it -(TM)s no use right now to guess what motivated the
man who fucks you- -�

    -�Lotta!  Don -(TM)t call him that! -�

    -�But it -(TM)s true, isn -(TM)t it?  He -(TM)s the man who fucks you,
and who also fucked his colleague, and- -�

    -�That -(TM)s not same! -� she shouted.   -�He -(TM)s my husband.  Your
father!  The man I love! -�

    -�And the man who loves you, -� I shot back.   -�I just wanted to make
that distinction clear. -�

    -�B-but... -� she sputtered.

    -�Given how devastated and guilt-ridden he is, he loves you more than
anything in the world.  Even if he is an idiot by not telling you right
away that he fucked up.  Though the question is how much he fucked up at
all. -�

    -�What do you mean? -�

    -�All he can remember is falling into his hotel bed and waking up next
to his colleague, who was just as drunk.  There -(TM)s a fat chance that
nothing really happened. -�

    -�Is that what he said? -�

   I didn -(TM)t want to put her on the defensive.   -�I guess she told you
a different story? -�

    -�A very different story. -� She finally calmed down, and I let out an
internal sigh of relief.  I hated drama, and even more so when I was
involved in it.

    -�I guess you only have two options, -� I said quietly.

    -�What do you mean? -�

    -�Well, you can either head out, get drunk and pull some unsuspecting
guy into a hotel room to get even, or you can think of how much you both
mean to each other and what your expectations are to rebuild your trust,
and have a long talk with Dad when you -(TM)re ready. -�

    -�Lotta.  I- -�

    -�Separation is not an option, -� I said.   -�I won -(TM)t have that.
You -(TM)re my parents, and you would be stupid if you let that single
mistake destroy everything you -(TM)ve built. -�

    -�It -(TM)s not that easy, -� Mom sighed.

    -�I never said that. -� I shuffled off the bed.   -�I -(TM)m going to
take a shower and put on night clothes.  I -(TM)ll be back in a while to
check if you -(TM)ve finished dinner. -�

   She half laughed, half sobbed, but she eyed the plate nonetheless.

   I got a big shock the next day.  When I came downstairs, Mom was already
up and in the kitchen, showered and clothed, and her greeting was far from
the miserable mood she had yesterday.

   I didn -(TM)t want to be too nosy, though, so I loaded my plate and put
my cup under the machine -(TM)s outlet.

    -�Coffee? -�

   I nodded.   -�From time to time. -�

    -�You -(TM)re growing up. -�

    -�I tried hard not to, -� I said over the noise of the grinder,  -�but
I failed. -�

   She laughed.  When my cup was full, I sat down to eat.  She took the
chair across from me.   -�Lotta? -� she asked with a strange tone that made
me look up.

    -�Yes, Mom? -�

    -�What - what was it like with the Lamonts? -�

   I put down the cutlery and took a deep breath.   -�Do you really want to
know? -�

   She wiggled a bit on her chair.   -�I probably shouldn -(TM)t, -� she
said quietly.

    -�I loved it.  I mean, I knew it was just sex, and I only had a bit of
theoretical knowledge, so I was a bit frightened at first, but they knew
what they were doing and kept just the right pace between being gentle and
keeping me on my toes. -�

    -�They are so much older. -� She wasn -(TM)t looking at me.

    -�In my mind, they were simply different from my peers.  But then,
everybody is different. -�

    -�How does that work?  To be so casual about it, I mean.  Doesn -(TM)t
it cheapen things? -�

   I let out a chuckle.   -�It -(TM)s not like I have much comparison, but
I wouldn -(TM)t call it cheap.  It was always wonderful and intense, and
sometimes totally mind blowing. -�

    -�Lotta? -�

   I realized my slip-up.   -�We worked our way up to it, Mom.  It wasn
-(TM)t just, hi, I -(TM)m Lotta, and please stick your fat, long cock into
my pussy. -�

    -�Lotta! -�

    -�Well, you have to call a spade a spade, Mom. -�

   She looked a little pained all of a sudden, but I kept from pushing. 
Something profound seemed to be going on in her head.   -�Some of the
pictures, -� she finally said, then she paused.   -�It freaked me out a
bit, even more than the regular sex. -�

    -�Me and Mrs.  Lamont? -� I guessed.   -�Gosh, she could play my body
like a fiddle.  There a few things about the female body only another
female can understand. -�

   She was once more silent for a while.  That gave me time to eat.  I
forgotten to eat last night, and I was a little starved.

    -�Your Dad once suggested to bring another woman into our bed.  We had
a bit of a dry spell after you were born, with all the nursing and looking
after you, and moving here, your Dad switching jobs ...  we tried a few
things, talked how we could add some more fire to our relationship again.
-�

   I leaned back and looked at her.

    -�I totally freaked out.  I almost threw him out of the house.  I didn
-(TM)t understand how he could even suggest such a thing. -�

    -�You got jealous, and you feared that another woman would take him
away from you.  Is that it? -�

    -�Yes, -� she admitted.   -�It -(TM)s totally strange to talk to you
about this.  I wouldn -(TM)t know who else to talk to, though. -�

    -�It -(TM)s fine, -� I said.   -�I -(TM)m not the world -(TM)s foremost
expert on sexual relationships, though. -�

    -�But you know how it feels with a woman. -�

    -�It -(TM)s not always the same, though.  Every girl -(TM)s different,
too. -� I looked expectantly at her.

    -�Lotta? -� she asked warily.

    -�Mostly around my age, Mom. -�

    -�Mostly? -�

    -�I -(TM)m a naughty girl, -� I said with a shrug.   -�But I trust all
of them. -�

    -�Just how many - no!  I don -(TM)t want to know! -�

   I giggled softly.   -�You -(TM)re curious, aren -(TM)t you? -�

    -�I -(TM)ve been ever since. -� She frowned.   -�Things in the bedroom
got better after a while, but we never got back to that breathless
excitement we used to have.  I miss it. -�

   We were getting to the poodle -(TM)s core.   -�Dad probably does too, -�
I suggested softly and watched her nod.   -�Do you like giving him
blowjobs? Do you swallow? -�

    -�Lotta! -� She jumped up.   -�That -(TM)s - that -(TM)s... -�

    -�An important question, Mom.  You brought up the fire in the bedroom.
-�

    -�I sometimes do it. -�

    -�That doesn -(TM)t sound all that enthusiastic.  Doesn -(TM)t it turn
you on to have a hard, throbbing cock in your mouth, nearly bursting with
excitement, and feel his body shake and twitch every time you suck and
lick? Don -(TM)t you enjoy the power you have by driving him mad with
desire, until he can -(TM)t help himself and releases all that pleasure you
gave him back into your mouth?  Isn -(TM)t it utterly hot to swallow that
expression of desire and make it a part of yourself? -�

   She stared at me like she had seen a ghost.   -�I - I never looked at it
like - like that, -� she said.

    -�It -(TM)s so intense to listen how he starts panting because his
blood races with arousal, how he loses control of his voice, how he moans
and grunts and finally erupts like wild animal, -� I continued.   -�And all
that sticky, naughty cum floods your already full mouth, and you struggle
to swallow fast enough.  It -(TM)s so beautifully intense. -� I leaned
forward and grinned at her.   -�I love giving blowjobs. -�

    -�Oh god, -� she groaned quietly, looking away.

    -�You know what?  You should call Dad to come home after work.  Tell
him you need to have a serious talk.  Make him sweat a bit.  When he -(TM)s
here, tell him you need to show him something important and get him into
the bedroom.  Then you can try if that kick starts the fire. -�

    -�You really think- -�

    -�I know it -(TM)s going to work.  And if you get to the point you want
to try a threesome, give me a heads up.  I might just know a few girls who
would never try to snatch him away from you. -� I got up and walked around
the table, crouching down behind her.   -�And who could prime you up and
keep you within a fraction of an inch of cumming until you -(TM)re going
crazy with pleasure, Mom. -�

   She shivered.  I knew exactly what caused that and grinned inside.   -�I
-(TM)m going to spend the day and night at Emily -(TM)s place. -�

    -�Okay.  Uhm.  Don -(TM)t you have to call her first? -�

    -�Either she or Julie will be home.  If Emily doesn -(TM)t have time, I
can always make out with Julie to pass the time.  She -(TM)s got one hell
of skilled fingers. -�

    -�Lotta! -� She spun around.   -�You -(TM)re pulling my leg now! -�

   I gave her a smug grin.

    -�You -(TM)re not pulling my leg? -�

    -�Julie -(TM)s a total babe and so into me, -� I confessed with a
smile.

    -�But Ben and Helen- -�

    -�Just Emily and Julie, I swear! -�

    -�Oh.  Good. -� She suddenly got a pained expression.   -�I mean, I
didn -(TM)t mean that ...  it seems you know what- -�

    -�It -(TM)s okay, Mom, -� I said and kissed her cheek.   -�Don -(TM)t
get freaked out by things that aren -(TM)t there.  I -(TM)ll always tell
you if you ask. -�

    -�Okay, -� she said quietly.

   Emily was away with her parents, visiting her grandparents.

   Julie was home, but she had her new boyfriend Cody there, who didn
-(TM)t seem all that pleased to have a friend of his girlfriend -(TM)s
younger sister interrupt their special time.  He was handsome, though.  I
sent Julie a questioning look and flicked my eyes between them, then looked
down at myself, bit my lip and tilted my head.

   It took a few seconds until she made up her mind.

   She mouthed the words,  -�You -(TM)ll owe me. -� Then she got up and
sidled over to Cody, who was trying to make his feelings known by leaning
against the patio door and looking bored.

    -�Cody, -� she purred and snuggled up to him, taking his wine cooler
and kissing him.   -�How about a bit of quality time? -�

    -�What about her? -� he asked immediately.  His cheeks took on a bit of
a darker shade.

    -�That depends.  Do you want to fuck her?  She does anal, too. -�

   Cody stiffened and took a step back.   -�Is that some kind of test? -�
he asked warily.

    -�It -(TM)s not, -� I said.   -�But I don -(TM)t want to take your fun
away, and I can -(TM)t go home tonight.  The least I can do is make sure
you both have a good time. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not sure... -� Cody said.  I could easily see he was quite
sure, but he still thought Julie was testing him.

   Julie knew it too and took the obvious action.  She slipped off her
bikini bottoms and sat down on a lounge chair, legs apart and crooking a
finger at me.

   Who was I to refuse such an offer?

   It was fun.  Cody made a strangled sound when I delved into Julie -(TM)s
familiar pussy.  He was totally mesmerized by the unexpected action, and I
could see that the bulge in his loose beach shorts was quite high up.

    -�You can fuck her whenever you feel you -(TM)re ready, -� Julie purred
and hooked her legs over the armrest.

   It took him a few minutes to work up the courage, but then he stripped
and got me out of my clothes too.  He took me right where I was, doggy
style, and he lasted surprisingly long.  I had two nice cums and was well
on my way to a third when he exploded in me.

   Surprisingly, he was back up in less than a minute.  Julie and I
switched places, and he got to work again.  Judging by her pleased gasps
she enjoyed it just as much as I had.

   After filling Julie -(TM)s pussy too, he took all of fifteen minutes to
get perfectly hard again.  Julie -(TM)s insistence that he had not tried my
butt yet and her practical demonstration with two fingers up my pucker may
have had something to do with it.  Soon, and with the help of a bit of very
expensive Greek olive oil, he was buried all the way in my ass.  He was
riding me hard, drawing grunts and squeaks from me, while Julie kept
swatting my butt cheeks with quite some force.

   That -(TM)s the picture that Emily and her parents found when they came
home unexpectedly early because the road had been blocked by a small
landslide.

   There -(TM)s something extremely powerful about being caught red-handed
- or perhaps red-assed - by your best friend -(TM)s parents, on their own
patio, with their older daughter -(TM)s boyfriend giving your butt a hard
workout from the inside.

   It was emotional overload, and I came completely undone.  Cody too came
from the shock, and he made the mistake of pulling back, so his cum spurted
all over me.

    -�I - I -(TM)m sorry, Mr.  and Mrs.  - uhm - I -(TM)ll just be g- -�

   Julie clamped a hand over his mouth, and he froze.  I was curled up in a
ball, still helplessly riding the aftershocks of my powerful climax.  Emily
had tears of mirth in her eyes and was silently shaking.

    -�You -(TM)re home early, -� Julie said as if the sight was the most
normal thing.

    -�The road was blocked, and the only way around would have taken half a
day, -� her dad explained.   -�We -(TM)ll unload the car while the three of
you get cleaned up. -� He took his wife -(TM)s hand and they walked towards
the door.  She stopped on the threshold, though, turned around and gave
Cody -(TM)s midriff a pointed look.   -�Nice cock, -� she said, then she
stepped back into the house.

    -�Oh my god! -� Cody groaned.

   I reached for his bunched up clothes and threw them to him, then went to
find my own.  Julie didn -(TM)t bother with clothes, she waited until Cody
was halfway dressed, then she pulled him into the house and upstairs to her
room.

    -�I really can -(TM)t leave you alone for even a minute, -� Emily
chided.

    -�You -(TM)re just jealous that you weren -(TM)t there. -�

    -�So what if I am? -�

    -�Then just say so.  I -(TM)m always willing to give your sweet pussy
all the attention it needs, you know that. -�

    -�I thought there was a particularly intense scent in Emily -(TM)s room
the last few times you were there. -�

   My head shot up.  I tried not to blush, but I couldn -(TM)t pull it off.
Emily -(TM)s mom was leaning in the door frame.

   Once the worst of this additional shock faded, I decided that she wouldn
-(TM)t banter like that if she wasn -(TM)t okay.  Other parents would
already have thrown Cody and me out, not gone to unload the car.   -�I just
can -(TM)t help myself around her, -� I said.   -�Your daughter is one
mighty juicy piece of female perfection. -�

    -�It -(TM)s because she was made with a lot of love and hours after
hours of exhausting work, -� Emily -(TM)s dad said over his wife -(TM)s
shoulder.

    -�I -(TM)m slowly starting to get uncomfortable here, -� Emily
announced.   -�I feel a bit put on the spot. -�

    -�Why don -(TM)t you head up to your room? -� her mom asked.   -�There
are a few things we -(TM)d like to talk with Lotta about.  We won -(TM)t
keep her too long. -�

   Emily answered with a questioning look, but her mom didn -(TM)t
elaborate, so she just shot me a short look that said, you -(TM)ll tell me
anyway, shrugged and headed inside.

    -�What do you want to know? -� I asked, brushing my frazzled hear out
of my face.

    -�Are you on the pill? -�

    -�Yes, Ma -(TM)am. -�

    -�Call me Sarah. -�

    -�And I -(TM)m Paul.  That -(TM)s good.  And you -(TM)re having sex
with both our daughters? -�

    -�Uhm.  Yes. -�

    -�Doesn -(TM)t that create tension? -�

    -�It -(TM)s just recreational sex, -� I said, a little proud that I
managed to remember the expression.   -�There -(TM)s no jealousy to go
around, and we always talk about stuff. -� I leaned my butt against the
patio table.   -�You were awfully composed when you discovered us. -�

    -�Julie and her boyfriend are certainly old enough to make their own
decisions, -� Sarah said with a smile.   -�And you didn -(TM)t look like it
was your first time either. -�

    -�Certainly not, -� I said proudly.

   Then they dropped a bomb.   -�Rodney and Lizzie send their greetings, -�
Paul said and winked at me.

   The blush was too fast.  I groaned.   -�You know them? -�

    -�We wouldn -(TM)t send our daughter to just any camp, would we? -�
Sarah giggled.

    -�And you know everything that happened. -�

    -�Well, not everything.  But quite a lot. -� She stepped next to me and
leaned against the table too.   -�Everybody -(TM)s quite enamored with you.
-�

    -�Thank, I guess. -�

    -�Will you be here all day? -�

    -�And all night.  If I can, that is.  My parents got into a bit of a
funk, and they need to work things out without me hanging around, so I
offered to give them a bit of space. -�

    -�That -(TM)s very grown-up of you. -�

    -�I could stay in your room, -� I blurted out and bit my lip.  I admit,
I -(TM)ve had a crush on everyone in Emily -(TM)s family.

    -�That would leave Emily on her own, -� Paul reminded me.

    -�Oh.  Yes.  Of course. -�

    -�Rodney said you don -(TM)t mince your words. -� He gave a thoughtful
look, then glanced at Sarah, whose eyes narrowed for a moment.  Paul held
up six fingers and waggled his eyebrows.  His wife -(TM)s eyes widened,
then she took a step back and looked me up and down.

    -�What? -� I asked.

   Sarah tilted her head in thought, then she gave a quick nod.

    -�This is eerie, -� I stated.

    -�We -(TM)re having a small party next weekend.  Just us two and two
other couples our age, all quite handsome.  It -(TM)s going to be rather
hands on.  Would you like to come? -�

   I stared at him.  Then at Sarah.  Then I gulped.   -�What do I tell my
parents? -�

    -�That you -(TM)re staying with Emily and Julie. -�

    -�Will they be there, too? -�

    -�No.  But nobody has to know that, right? -�

    -�No.  As long as they are both fine with it. -�

    -�Actually, we didn -(TM)t plan on telling them. -�

    -�You should, -� I said.   -�Things could get awkward in the long run.
-�

    -�We -(TM)ll think on that. -� Sarah sighed.   -�We -(TM)ve kept you
long enough.  Let -(TM)s talk about the weekend in a few days. -�

    -�What did they want? -�

   I took a deep breath.  I was taking the decision from them, but I wasn
-(TM)t going to lie to Emily.   -�They invited me to an orgy. -�

    -�An ...  stop kidding me! -�

    -�It -(TM)s true.  It -(TM)s next weekend.  The two of them and two
other couples. -�

    -�That -(TM)s why they asked if we -(TM)d stay with Gran! -� Emily
said.

    -�I told them they should tell you the truth. -� I crawled across the
bed and snuggled against her back.   -�I also told them I -(TM)d only come
if you okay it. -�

    -�I won -(TM)t tell you what to do or not to do, -� she insisted.

    -�But you -(TM)re my best friend with benefits, and they are your
parents, and I don -(TM)t want things to get awkward between you or us. -�

   She turned around to face me.   -�You can go.  Under one condition. -�

    -�Which is? -�

    -�You have to tell me absolutely everything. -�

    -�You -(TM)re wicked, -� I said and tickled her.  She squealed, and
tickled me back, which somehow led to a long round of sixty-nine.

   It was easy to see that my plan had worked.  Dad totally failed to hide
a stupid grin, and Mom was more relaxed than I had seen her in years.  They
both blushed the moment they saw me.

    -�Good morning, Mom, Dad! -� I piped and kissed their cheeks.   -�Good
to see that you -(TM)re on speaking terms again. -�

    -�Which is thanks to you, -� Mom said, catching my wrist and keeping me
next to her.   -�We really owe you big time. -�

   Dad was hesitant to look at me.  I decided to grab the bull by the horns
and the most awkward topic out of the way.   -�Did Mom greet you with a
blowjob? -� I asked.   -�Was it good? -�

    -�Lotta! -� he groaned.

    -�I told you it was her idea, -� Mom said lightly.   -�You should
answer her. -�

    -�It was... -� Dad said.  His face turned totally red.

    -�That good? -� I asked, deciding to let him off the hook for now.

    -�Better, -� he sighed to my surprise.  He couldn -(TM)t look at me for
long, though.

    -�You won -(TM)t believe what happened yesterday, -� I said and fetched
a cup.

    -�At Emily -(TM)s place? -�

    -�Yeah, -� I said and started a coffee.   -�Emily and her parents weren
-(TM)t there, but Julie and her boyfriend were.  He was miffed at first
because I interrupted their quality time, so I offered to make it up to
him. His name is Cody.  He -(TM)s reasonably handsome, so it was fun.  We
teased him a bit at first, and he got defensive, so Julie and I had to
seriously make out until he believed that we weren -(TM)t setting him up.
-�

    -�Uhm, Lotta, -� Dad said.

    -�Let her tell her story, -� Mom insisted with a strange glint in her
eyes.

   I sat down with my coffee and took a sip.   -�Once he realized that I
was the real thing, he quickly got into it.  He made me squeal nicely into
Julie -(TM)s pussy, and he was back up before I could blink, so we changed
positions and he gave Julie -(TM)s pussy a workout while she ate me.  God,
that girl is good with her tongue. -�

   I took another sip.  Dad -(TM)s mouth opened and closed a few times, but
he kept silent.  Mom looked a little aroused.  I guess the idea of a
threesome was far more intriguing than she let on.

    -�So both Julie and had both come a handful of times, and Cody had
fired twice, but he was back in working order within fifteen minutes, so to
add some variety, I asked him to bugger me, which he did really, really
well.  He had the perfect cock and timing to make me squeal like a piglet.
Oh, I forgot to say that all that happened on their back patio, so that
-(TM)s where Emily and her parents found us with Cody -(TM)s cock up my ass
and my tongue in Julie -(TM)s snatch because their road was blocked so they
had to turn around. -�

    -�Oh my god! -� Mom whimpered.   -�What did they say? -�

    -�Well, they waited until Cody and I had both stopped cumming, then
they said they were going to unload the car while we got cleaned up. -�

   Dad stared slack jawed at me.

   Mom narrowed her eyes.   -�Did that really happen? -�

    -�I swear! -� I promised.   -�Every word -(TM)s the truth.  You can ask
any of them. -�

    -�I -(TM)d rather not, -� Dad said.   -�And they just let it slide? -�

    -�Well, they talked to me and made sure I am taking the pill and having
fun. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think we -(TM)re in Kansas anymore, -� Dad sighed.

   I didn -(TM)t think it would happen that fast.  But sometimes things
just fall into place.  So I left Dad -(TM)s car to attend the orgy and
Julie jumped inside to join my parents for a threesome.  If anybody had
told me that a year ago, I wouldn -(TM)t have been able to stop laughing.

   Mom had approached me two days after their  -�reunion -�.  The first
person I called was Julie, and she agreed immediately, bouncing with
excitement.

   Instead of her grandmother, Emily was visiting Sheila from camp, whom
she had kept in contact with.

   I stepped into the house and was immediately snatched upstairs by Sarah.
Within half an hour she showered me, did my nails, put on makeup, and
finally she helped me put on an outfit she had bought especially for me. 
Oh my god, I loved how lewd it was.  She wrapped two strong rubber bands
around the bases of my breasts, which made them stand out like apples and
gave me a nice pulling sensation.  The panties she had me put on looked far
too tight, but they were quite flexible and clung to my skin.  The black
sandals were quite high, but I didn -(TM)t have to walk far tonight, so
they weren -(TM)t that bad.  Last was an incredibly tight, black tube dress
that hid the skin but left nothing to the imagination.

    -�Do you trust me? -� she suddenly asked.

    -�Of course, -� I said.

    -�After Rodney and Lizzie told us how wild you are, we thought we could
see if you -(TM)d like to push things a little further. -� She pulled a
small plastic box from a drawer and flipped it open.  It contained a clear
liquid and two tiny, bright blue disks.

    -�These are opaque contact lenses.  If you -(TM)re willing to put them
in, you -(TM)d be unable to see a thing. -�

    -�Why? -� I asked.

    -�For one, your other senses will be heightened when your most
important one is gone, giving you completely new experiences. -�

    -�Have you tried it? -�

    -�More than once.  And it would also be a bit of a kinky power game. 
You -(TM)d basically be at everyone -(TM)s mercy, a helpless little whore
for everyone -(TM)s amusement. -�

   A shiver raced up and down my spine, and Sarah giggled when she saw it.
-�Is that a yes? -�

    -�Do I have to keep them in all night? -�

    -�You can ask us to take them out anytime, honey.  But wouldn -(TM)t it
be totally naughty if you did keep them in and never saw our other guests?
-�

    -�Can you tell me a bit about them? -�

    -�Before or after I put the contacts in? -�

   I took a shivering breath.   -�After, -� I said quietly.

    -�Tell me if your eyes feel dry, -� she said a minute later.  True
enough, I could only see blackness.   -�I have drops here to deal with it.
Okay? -�

    -�Okay. -�

    -�So, about our guests.  We know each other from college.  It was a
wild time, and we all hung out together and partied together.  Paul and I
weren -(TM)t a fixed couple back then.  Non of us were.  After third term,
the six of us rented a house together. -�

   She was walking around the room, which was a bit disconcerting because I
couldn -(TM)t always say where she was exactly.

    -�We did crazy things. -�

    -�Like what? -�

    -�Well, as an example, I spent half a year as Selena and Bill -(TM)s
voluntary sex slave. -�

    -�Sex slave? -�

    -�That -(TM)s what we called it.  I had to do anything they told me to.
If I did anything wrong, I was punished.  Tied up, spanked, tickled, all
kinds of stuff.  I could only wear the clothes they allowed me to around
the house, which wasn -(TM)t much most of the time, and often incredibly
revealing. -�

    -�Are Selena and Bill going to be here? -�

    -�Yes.  Selena -(TM)s tall and lithe, with the figure of an athlete. 
She -(TM)s got the most beautiful black hair.  Bill -(TM)s rather handsome
in a rugged way, and he has one of the fattest cocks I -(TM)ve even felt.
-�

    -�Oh, -� I whispered and rubbed my thighs together.   -�Do you think
they -(TM)ll want to, uhm ...  spank me too? -�

    -�Would you like that? -�

    -�I guess, -� I confessed.

    -�I -(TM)ll let them know that, -� she whispered.   -�The other two
will be Darla and Cedric. -�

    -�What are they like? -�

    -�Darla -(TM)s sweet in every way.  Not much taller than you, blond,
with large, beautiful tits and the sweetest heart shaped butt. -�

    -�You like her a lot, -� I observed.

    -�I can -(TM)t hide that, can I? -� she giggled.   -�She and I have
always been best friends.  Like you and Emily.  She was my first kiss and
my first pussy.  I love her. -�

    -�That -(TM)s sweet, -� I whispered.   -�What about Cedric? -�

    -�He -(TM)s very laid back.  Nice looking, a good listener.  And the
biggest pervert of us all. -� Her voice was suddenly tickling my ear and
sending goosebumps up and down my spine.   -�He might suggest some really
weird stuff, but you can always say no.  You don -(TM)t have to do anything
you don -(TM)t want to. -�

    -�Can you give me an example for that weird stuff? -� I asked her.

    -�I don -(TM)t want to shock you, honey.  Things tend to sound much
cruder when you -(TM)re not in the middle of an orgy.  I often surprised
myself with the stuff I enjoy when I -(TM)m sufficiently horny. -�

   My heart was suddenly hammering madly.   -�Sarah?  Julie, she ...  she
had this magazine that Emily nicked from her.  There were girls peeing on
each other, and... -�

    -�Oh, -� she said.   -�So that -(TM)s where it went.  Would it gross
you out if one of us peed on you? -�

    -�I -(TM)d feel totally nasty, -� I said quietly.

    -�Of course, -� she said, sensing that I wasn -(TM)t rejecting the
idea.  -�It would be warranted. -�

    -�Sarah? -�

    -�Yes? -�

    -�I -(TM)m nervous. -�

    -�That -(TM)s good, honey.  But you don -(TM)t have to worry. -� She
nibbled on the nape of my neck, which felt wonderful.  I whimpered in
delight.

   Then I heard the doorbell.

   It wasn -(TM)t like I expected at all.  I thought they -(TM)d arrive and
everyone would get naked, and things would start right away.  We had dinner
instead, and I could deduce that they were still all clothed, having normal
small talk to catch up with events since they last met and trading old
stories, and in between someone would put a piece of meat or a slice of
vegetables into my mouth, hold a glass to my lips or just whisper
compliments about my body into my ear.

   The knowledge that I was the only one nearly naked and their remarks
about my fine, swollen tits and everything they -(TM)d like to do to them
had my pussy dripping like mad.

   Then we were done with the dinner.  The dishes were put away, and we
moved outside onto the patio.

    -�Sarah? -� I asked quietly.

    -�Yes? -�

    -�I - I need to go to the loo, -� I confessed abashedly.

    -�Of course, -� she said.  A warm hand slipped into mine and guided me
through the maze the rooms had become.  My steps turned to loud click-clack
sounds when we entered the bathroom.  I felt the door swing closed and
heard the lock click.  The hand guided me to the toilet, flipped the lid
and wiggled down my latex panties.  I could have done that myself, but it
was easy to let Sarah take control.  It felt right.

    -�Sit down, -� she whispered, so I did.

   I spread my thighs and tried to relax.

    -�Sarah? -�

    -�Selena. -�

   I froze.

    -�Let me watch you pee.  It -(TM)s so erotic to see golden, sparkling
pee gush from the pussy of a beautiful girl like you. -�

    -�Oh god! -� I whispered.  I felt deadly embarrassed, proud and sexy at
the same time.  This was totally wild!  I bit my lip and forced myself to
relax, which took a while, but then a tinkling sound filled the air and
turned into a soft hiss.

    -�Good girl, -� Selena praised.

    -�This is crazy, -� I told her.

    -�Bad crazy? -�

    -�Hot crazy, -� I admitted.  The sound suddenly changed.   -�What -
what are you... -� I started to ask, but then I felt it.  Her wet fingers
touched my pussy.

    -�Don -(TM)t stop, -� she said.

   Her kiss caught me totally unaware, but the sheer naughtiness of this
filled me with breathless arousal.  I melted into Selena -(TM)s kiss, and
she rubbed my pussy while my pee splashed over her fingers and my thighs.

   I was getting really worked up, but my bladder was soon empty. 
Suddenly, somebody slipped the tube dress down, and I heard multiple voices
gasp.  There was a whispered conversation, and I realized that the others
had all followed us.  Fabric rustled.  Warmth spread over my chest. 
Somebody was peeing on my breast!  I should have felt disgusted, but my
pussy loved it.

   It suddenly stopped.  Selena -(TM)s fingers left my pussy and I
whimpered with need.  The break didn -(TM)t last more than a moment,
though, because Selena -(TM)s fingers slid over my wet breasts and up my
throat.

    -�Such a nasty little slut, -� Selena whispered into my ear, and I
understood what was going to happen.  The most delicious embarrassment
washed over me when her fingertips touched my lips, and someone moaned, I
think, when I parted those and let her slide her pee-soaked, salty-sweet
fingers into my mouth.

   A stream of hot pee hit my pussy and found its way to my clit.  God,
this was so arousing!

   The stream ebbed, then a weight settled on my thighs and a fresh
fountain found my clit.

   I think everyone peed on my pussy, and I loved it!  It was the wildest
thing ever, totally crazy, strangers doing this to me.

   A while later, I was on the rug in the center of the bathroom, and
someone was fucking me with delicious, slow strokes while my mouth was
buried in the fleshiest pussy I had ever touched.  There were moans from
close by, so everybody was fucking or sucking.

   After everyone had come at least once, we all took showers.  I couldn
-(TM)t say who it was who washed me, just that it was a man.  I had lost
all inhibitions by then.

   We went back downstairs and had a snack.  The others fed me fruits and
crackers with Sarah -(TM)s delicious homemade dips.

   After about an hour, things deteriorated into debauchery again.  I
remember kneeling on the coffee table.  There were sounds of sex all around
me.  Every so often, one of the men would spend a minute with me, fucking
my pussy or ass, but just when I thought I was well on my way to a climax,
they -(TM)d pull out and leave me hanging, ignoring all my pleas.  I was
becoming a mess of unfulfilled need.

   When I thought I couldn -(TM)t stand it anymore, I was turned onto my
back.  Multiple hands pulled my legs up, folding me in half, and I finally
knew whose cock was going into me.  It had to be Bill who was entering my
ass very slowly, stretching me to levels I had never thought possible,
giving me the most delicious twinges of pain together with this naughty
pleasure.  I thought my pucker would never close again!  And when he
started moving in and out after more than ten minutes, I felt like my
insides were stirred around and kneaded like dough, and though I tried to
spur him on, I could only grunt and shiver.

   Lips latched onto my pussy and breasts, and I came like lightning,
twitching and trembling, but he kept fucking my ass and the mouths kept
sucking, and I soon couldn -(TM)t say when one climax stopped and another
started.

    -�How do you feel? -�

   I blinked a few times in the bright morning light, thought for a moment
and let out a groan.   -�Like I did a marathon run and a wrestling match,
-� I whimpered.   -�I -(TM)m sore all over! -�

   Sarah grinned at me.   -�Poor girl, -� she said with mock compassion. 
Her hair was sticking all over the place.  She probably woke up not long
before me.

    -�I love it, -� I whispered.   -�I can -(TM)t remember the end, though.
-�

    -�You fainted, -� she giggled.   -�You were out like a light after your
last climax.  You didn -(TM)t even wake up when I removed the contacts. -�

    -�Bill -(TM)s cock... -� I groaned with a grin.   -�God, he busted my
ass! -�

    -�He -(TM)s something else. -�

    -�Paul will have breakfast ready in a few minutes.  Why don -(TM)t we
hop into the shower and head downstairs? -�

    -�Just for showering? -� I insisted.   -�Please?  I don -(TM)t think I
can take anything more today. -�

    -�No funny stuff, -� she agreed with a chuckle, and she mostly stuck to
her promise.  She copped a quick feel a few times, but just to tease me.

   It was Mom who put her foot down close to Thanksgiving.   -�All your
grades have been slipping, Lotta, -� she told me with a frown.

   I almost argued that I was still getting As and Bs in gym ed, but I bit
my lip in time.

    -�I understand how exciting this is, believe me. -� We both blushed.  
-�But school has to come first.  No sex until you are back to your original
grades, and no staying at Emily -(TM)s place. -�

    -�You can -(TM)t be serious! -� I groaned.   -�Please, Mom, I- -�

    -�It -(TM)s not the first time I -(TM)m reminding you, -� she said, and
she was of course right.

    -�I know. -� I felt contrite.  I had tried to focus more on schoolwork,
but then we had a sleepover or it was the weekend, or I talked with either
Emily or Julie on the phone and the call turned into phone sex, so I kept
putting it off until the next day.   -�I want to do better, -� I promised.
-�But that -(TM)s going to take weeks, perhaps longer.  I don -(TM)t think
I can go that long. -�

   She gave me a long, questioning stare, then her expression softened.  
-�Alright, -� she said.   -�I do remember what it was like when I was
young. For every three written A grades, you can either invite Emily for a
night or visit her through the day. -�

   I bit my lip.  Her expression left no doubt that she was serious, so I
nodded miserably.   -�Okay, Mom, -� I said.

   She pulled me into a hug.   -�I only want what -(TM)s best for you. -�

    -�I -(TM)m coming, -� I grumbled.  I had hoped things would be back to
normal by Christmas, but Mr.  Franks had broken his leg, so the test in
biology had been moved into the new year.  I felt like crying.  I was still
one A short of my goal.  And now, instead of having our usual family dinner
on Christmas eve, I had to spend hours dressing in a formal outfit and
accompany my parents to some prissy grown-up affair with friends of theirs
I didn -(TM)t even know.

   We filed into the car and dad started the car.

    -�Remember, -� Mom said.   -�We expect you to be on your best behavior.
-�

    -�Yes, Mom, -� I said with a fake smile.

   The ride took more than an hour.  Dad swerved into the driveway of a
nice looking house in a suburb I had not been to before, and we all got
out. The name plate on the door read  -�Smallings, -� which told me
nothing.

   A tall, good looking woman in an elegant green dress opened the door and
greeted us.  Her husband sat in the dining room with another couple.  We
all shook hands, had a small glass of champagne - well, not me, I only got
orange juice - and then Mrs.  Smallings announced that dinner was ready.

   It wasn -(TM)t bad.  In fact, it was really good.  We had Italian style
appetizers, stuffed turkey with three kinds of dumplings and a lovely
salad, and it wasn -(TM)t really as stiff as I had feared.  Mom and Dad
kept shooting me strange glances though whenever they thought I wasn -(TM)t
looking, so I was slowly getting worried.  I couldn -(TM)t just ask them
about it, and Mrs.  Smalling kept talking to me, asking about school and
hobbies and all kinds of things.

   When the table was cleared, she came back with large plates covered by
these metal half-orbs you sometimes see in movies and made everyone promise
not to look inside.  It was a bit strange, but Mom gave me a sharp look, so
I didn -(TM)t peek.

    -�Everyone with the exception of Lotta can look now, -� she said when
all had their plate in front of them.

   There was a bit of oh-ing and aw-ing.  The chocolate mousse on the
plates was nicely decorated with intricate sugar snowflakes and artful
Christmas motives, but in the end, it was just mousse.  And I was getting
an uneasy feeling because I was singled out.

   Everybody looked expectantly at me.  Mrs.  Smallings looked at her
watch, then she nodded.

    -�You can look now, honey, -� Mom said.

   I hesitantly lifted the cover and froze.  I stared and blushed, and didn
-(TM)t dare look up.   -�Mom? -� I asked, dying inside.  This had to be a
sick joke.  There was a huge, red plastic cock on my otherwise empty plate.
 -�Mom? -� I asked again.

    -�Selena insisted, -� she said and pointed to my right.

   It a while until my brain managed to make the connection.   -�Selena? -�
I finally gasped.   -�As in... -�

    -�Selena and Bill. -� Selena Smalling took the cover from my hand and
put it down in a free spot.   -�It wasn -(TM)t easy to keep from using our
given names, -� she told me with a grin.

    -�B-but... -� I sputtered, but the memories of everything we did that
weekend overwhelmed me, and I was caught in waves of embarrassment and
arousal.

    -�I was sure you were going to recognize our voices, -� the cute woman
who sat across from dad said.  She had to be Darla.

   The doorbell suddenly rang.

    -�Good, -� Selena said, getting up.   -�That will be Sarah and Paul
with their girls. -�

   I stared at Mom.   -�They - they -(TM)re... -�

    -�They -(TM)re here too, -� Mom said.   -�I -(TM)m sorry for the little
deception. -�

    -�Little? -� I asked, sounding a little hysteric.   -�Oh god, Mom!  I
was dying here!  But... -� I still didn -(TM)t understand where all this
was going.

   I was in a bit of a fog when Emily and her family came in and did the
rounds.  Sarah stopped next to me and asked me a few questions, but I can
-(TM)t remember what I answered because she kept touching that shiny, lewd
rubber cock on my plate.  I froze when she picked it up, held it against
the light and touched my face with her other hand.

    -�Lotta? -� she asked quietly.

    -�Sarah? -�

    -�I -(TM)d like to undress you and see if we can this yummy monster
inside your pussy, -� she said.  Her hand slid around me and her fingers
toyed with the zipper at my back.

    -�Like, -� I asked, gulping,  -�right here? -�

    -�And right now, -� she said.

    -�What about- -� I started to ask and looked at my parents, but the
words got stuck in my throat.  Mom had pulled up her hem, and I spotted
Julie -(TM)s face between her thighs.  Emily was sitting on Dad -(TM)s lap
and his hand was inside her dress.

    -�Oh my god, -� I whimpered and felt the zipper travel down my back.

    -�I take that as a yes, -� Sarah said with a smile.

   Not a minute later, I was on all fours on the table and Sarah -(TM)s
tongue was busy with my pussy.

    -�Merry Christmas, -� Lotta, -� Selena said and played with my closest
nipple.

    -�I can -(TM)t believe this really happened, -� I groaned.  I was
soaking in our tub and trying to cook the soreness out of my body.  The
dinner had turned into a full blown orgy within minutes, and the only two
people I didn -(TM)t have sex with had been my parents.

   Mom giggled softly from her spot on the closed toilet.   -�It was the
craziest thing ever. -�

    -�So you two, Sarah and Paul, and the other four... -�

    -�We -(TM)ve played around a few times and really hit it off.  Sarah
came up with the idea of a Christmas orgy, but we didn -(TM)t want to
involve you and Emily at the beginning.  We figured it might be awkward. 
But Sarah was adamant.  The dildo joke was Julie -(TM)s doing. -�

    -�That little bitch, -� I groaned without much heat.   -�I -(TM)m glad
though, -� I said after moment and closed my eyes.   -�Can we do this
again? -�

    -�As long as your grades stay up. -�

   I promised her they would, and I knew I wasn -(TM)t going to
procrastinate this time.