THE OVERNIGHT copyright 1994 by Bruce Z. Permission to reprint for non-commercial purposes is granted. As any day camp counselor will tell you, end-of-session overnights suck. After a long and tiring day spent exclusively trying to keep children safely occupied (not an easy task given their energy and short attention span), you and fifteen children are forced to lie exposed to elements and blood-thirsty mosquitoes for what seems to be an eternity. Of course, sleep is generally out of the question. Even if it weren't for the constant Stukka dive-bomber sounds of mosquitoes buzzing your ears, the children have other plans. There must be some biological mechanism that kicks into effect whenever you gather kids into a group: some sort of anti-sleep drug gets naturally secreted by their bodies. There's giggling, whispering, and fart noises until around 4:00 AM. Then, at 4:30, the requests for the bathroom begin. I was the program director at a day camp in the Berkshires. I was also given the responsibility of being the counselor for the oldest group of campers. On the last night of each session, each group sleeps out in their own campsite area. For this session my group was made up of fifteen eleven-year-olds: eleven boys and four girls. So, as you can imagine, I was pleasantly surprised on this night, my second overnight experience of the season, when I realized that it was only midnight and I was drifting off to sleep. It must have been the way the group arranged themselves. First of all, only six boys and two girls from my group decided to stay for the overnight. All six of those boys decided to make a "fort" in the woods next to the campsite; my sixteen-year-old junior counselor volunteered to join them (he's not much beyond being a kid himself!). As a thirty- year-old grad student, I naturally go for the relative comfort of the "Adirondack" shelter positioned at the edge of the campsite. I spend enough time in the woods during the day; at night I need comfort (not that that is usually remotely possible on one of these things). The two girls also put their sleeping bags in the shelter. It's kind of an unofficial rule at the camp: girls like to sleep in the shelter with the counselors (they're worried about bugs and animals), and boys choose to "rough it" in their own structures under the stars. It was just after midnight, ...and quiet! I couldn't believe my luck. There was an occasional giggle and whisper out of the girls, but nothing I couldn't sleep through. Not a sound from the boys; I'm sure they were awake, but their fort had been placed far enough away so as not to bother me (I wished my junior counselor good luck!). Perhaps equally surprising, the bugs were also quiet on this night. I hadn't heard any buzzing for nearly an hour. It was a warm night, but without humidity. A slight breeze occasionally found its way around the edges of the tarp tacked up across the shelter's entrance. I stretched out on top of my sleeping bag, enjoying the fuzzy feeling of sleep about to overtake consciousness. Soon, I felt as if I were comfortably back home in my own bed, a slight breeze coming in through the window next to the bed, my girlfriend softly breathing next to me, the slight tickle of her hair against my nose as she softly kissed my cheekbone. I smiled and purred. I felt her kiss again at my cheek. It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't dreaming. One of my eleven-year-old campers had kissed me! I kept my eyes closed as my thoughts raced, trying to decide how I was going to deal with this. Some of the girls had gotten crushes on me before (a common occurrence at any co-ed camp), and I'd had plenty of friendly hugs from children, but in ten years' experience working at camps this had never happened to me before. I felt another soft kiss, closer to the corner of my mouth. How was I going to make her realize that she had to stop, that this was wrong, without hurting her feelings? I also wrestled with another thought: her tiny kisses on my face felt good. I felt a small, quick kiss on my lips. No, what was I doing here?! I opened my eyes but couldn't see much in the soft blue glow of moonlight filtered through a plastic tarp: just the shadowy silhouette of one of the girls in front of me. I rolled over and switched on a small electric lantern next to my sleeping bag. Across the room, Dulcie was curled up asleep on her sleeping bag. Turning around quickly I saw my other camper lying on her pillow a few feet from mine, looking at me, blinking her eyes. She quickly closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. It was Rachel. I had thought so. She was much more outgoing than Dulcie. I watched her for a few moments in the soft glow of the lantern as I figured out what to say. She was curled up on top of her sleeping bag, and wearing a pink cotton nightshirt. Rachel is a pretty kid. She's tall for her age, about five foot four, has a lean, athletic build, and relatively long legs. She's the self-proclaimed fastest runner in her school; at camp she had challenged everyone else to a race, and proven she was the best runner of all the girls. Her body seems to have just started to develop: smallish mounds on her chest with small nipples become visible when she puts on her bathing suit. What impressed me most about her was her face. She had long, healthy, shiny blonde hair that fell straight down to about six inches below her shoulders. Usually, she kept it in a ponytail and away from her face (as I said, she was athletic, always on the move). She had a nicely proportioned, slightly long face, high cheek bones, rosy cheeks and lips, a straight, thin, nose, and very beautiful brown eyes. When she talked to me during the camp session, I often found myself transfixed by those eyes. I enjoyed looking at her; she was aesthetically pleasing, but I never thought any further of it. She was just a kid; I was almost three times her age, old enough (gasp!) to be her father; and she was my camper. Rachel opened her eyes, saw me looking at her, and closed them again just as quickly. "Whatcha doing?" I whispered. She pretended to sleep again. "Hey, Rachel, I saw your eyes open. It's okay, I can't sleep either." Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open. "Hi," she said. "Sshhh. Hi." I didn't want to wake Dulcie. "...um, I felt you kissing me." She looked away, embarrassed, and mumbled something. "Hey, don't worry," I said to comfort her. "It's okay." "I'm sorry." "You're embarrassed." "Mmm hmm." "Well, don't be. Okay?" "Okay." She smiled, laid her head on her arms, and closed her eyes. That was weird, I thought as I watched her snuggle into herself, drifting towards sleep. I switched off the lantern, laid back down, and closed my eyes. She must have thought I was asleep, ...and she was deliberately trying to sneak kisses! I'm a grown man. Why would she kiss me? I must look so old to her. But then, she looks so young to me, and that didn't stop it from feeling good. I wonder if she liked it. Is she really attracted to me? I found myself feeling aroused at the thought of young Rachel stealing kisses from me in the night. I felt slightly dizzy. My penis stirred under my shorts. This was too weird: I had never experienced these kinds of feelings before. I didn't know if I wanted her to fall asleep or to try it again. If she did try it again, how long would I dare let her do it? What would happen next? No, forget it. She was pretty embarrassed. She must have nearly died when I woke up. She'll try to go to sleep now, worrying about what I'm thinking. That's the way it should be. I'll have to deal with this tomorrow, to talk it out with Rachel. But for now, some more sleep, if such a thing is possible given the racing of my thoughts. I felt another peck on my cheek. After a few heartbeats, there was another. And another. She was kissing my cheek. I didn't move. God help me, I thought, I'm enjoying this, I'm letting Rachel do this. A kiss on my brow. Then my chin. Her breathing must have increased (is she nervous? Aroused? Both?), for I felt her warm breath on my skin each time just before her lips made contact. Her breath then lips brushed the corner of my mouth. When I next felt her lips on mine, I realized I had puckered slightly to return the kiss. I suddenly panicked: what was I doing?! I opened my eyes, but could only see her outline in the dim light. "What's going on?" I asked quietly, trying to sound calm. "You said it was okay." She pulled her face back a bit. "Well, yeah...but, we're not supposed to. I'm your counselor, and it's against camp rules." And, for effect, I added, "I could get fired." "I'm sorry." She sounded hurt. I didn't want her to be hurt. She was such a sweet kid. I reached out to touch her shoulder. "Hey, don't feel bad. It's just the rules. I mean, what do you want to kiss an old guy like me for anyways? That is, I didn't mind you kissing me, personally.... I mean, I like being your friend. It felt nice... That is, well..." I wasn't sure what to say. Her voice brightened. "You liked it?" "Shhh. Quiet. Um..., yeah, it felt nice." God, that sounded intelligent. "I mean, what were you doing it for?" "Well," she whispered, "I like you, and...I wanted to know what it felt like." "You haven't kissed a boy before?" "Well, yeah, I've kissed boys a little. Wasn't anything. Just like kissing your mom or dad. ...But I haven't, well, really made out before. Like in the movies. With a man." Hormones were surging through my veins. I was quite aroused by this intimate talk with my camper. I felt myself quickly slipping away from my professional role as her counselor. I gave her shoulder a gentle affectionate squeeze. My eyes were becoming adjusted to the low light; I could see a faint smile on her lips. "I understand. It's, well, nice to make out with someone you're attracted too, Rachel, but I'm not sure we should because... What I'm trying to say is I like you and all. You're a great kid. Very pretty. If I wasn't your counselor, I'd be attracted to you. I think you're cute, but I don't want to get in trouble. Or mess you up." "Mess me up?" She looked confused. "Well, I'm not sure it's right for someone my age to make out with you. Don't you think you should experience it with someone your own age? Isn't it kind of scary being with a man?" "No," she whispered, looking shy. "I like you, Bruce. You're nice." "And I like you, too, Rachel. A lot." I squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "But most people would say an eleven year-old isn't ready to be with a man, even if you think you want to do this, you don't really, you'll realize when you're older, and I don't want to confuse you." I realized that what I was saying must have confused her more than a few innocent kisses in the dark ever would. "But, I know I want to kiss you. It's fun." She said. "I mean, it's just kisses." "Shhh. I know." I didn't know what to think anymore. "I guess it's confusing me. ...I do like you, Rachel." I looked at her pretty face in front of mine. "How about if we just hug?" She smiled, and shook her head "yes," and cuddled up to me. As I closed my eyes, I felt her lips on my cheek again. I opened my eyes, saw her shining eyes looking questioningly inches from mine, and I gave up all attempts at restraint. She had me in a spell. "Okay, Rachel," I whispered. "I'll show you what it's like to kiss a man, but you have to promise not to tell." "Okay." God, was I really going to do this? My heart was beating so fast. "Now, when you go to kiss someone, it's best to start off slow, with small kisses, ...just like you've been doing." She leaned in to me, towards my lips. Our noses bumped, but her lips found mine. I returned the kiss. It felt heavenly, as first kisses always do. Nervous, sweet, tender. My head was swimming with passion, but I fought valiantly to keep my body in restraint. "You don't mind?" she asked me as our lips parted. "No. That felt terrific." I was hooked! "Let's try tipping our heads slightly to the side so that our noses don't bump this time." She giggled a bit at that, then did as instructed. This time our kiss connected much better, lingered slightly longer. My penis stirred, and I backed my pelvis away from her. As our faces came apart, I took her hand in mine. "Feel this," I said. I put her hand over my chest. "It's beating fast." "That's because your kisses are very good." I put my hand on the middle of her chest (carefully avoiding her budding breasts). "Yours is beating fast, too." I looked at her sweet eyes looking into mine. "I like kissing you, Rachel." She leaned back towards me, tipping her head perfectly. Our kisses were soft, sweet, slightly lingering, but not sloppy. Tentative, very arousing short kisses, the kind first-time lovers enjoy as they slowly adjust to each other's presence. Rachel felt, well, absolutely amazing. I was totally entranced by her, nothing else mattered: the moment was timeless. I forgot that I was in a shelter in the woods, at a day camp, a make-shift fort full of boys somewhere out there. All that existed was Rachel's lovely face, her lips caressing mine. I forgot that she was only eleven years old. Well, almost. The spell was suddenly broken as I heard a rustling sound from the other side of the shelter. Dulcie! I'd been so intent on enjoying Rachel's lips, that I had forgotten that we were sharing this small space with another of my campers! I stopped kissing Rachel, and put one finger to my lips, and another to Rachel's lips. "Sshhh. I think Dulcie's awake," I whispered. Rachel giggled. "I know she is." "We have to stop," I whispered, worried about our illicit "make out" session being discovered. Rachel kissed the finger I held to her lips. "Stop it, " I pleaded in a hoarse whisper. "She already knows." My heart skipped a beat or two. "She does?" "Yes." Rachel giggled. "We've been talking about doing this." "You have?" My eyes must have been very wide. "Well, yeah. We've talked about what it must be like, to, you know, kiss a man. We've wondered, and even practiced." "You've practiced?" I asked. "How?" I couldn't be sure in the dim light, but I think Rachel blushed. "Yeah. Dulcie and me. We're not queer or anything," she added quickly. "Girls sometimes practice, that's all." "So she's been listening all this time?" "I'm sorry," came Dulcie's timid voice from the other side of the shelter. I switched the lantern on, and saw Dulcie sitting up on her bag, blinking and wiping her eyes in the soft light. She smiled shyly at me. Now, Dulcie is very different from Rachel, but also a very pretty girl. Actually, her features are more exotically beautiful; she'll be a knockout when she reaches womanhood. She is quiet and shy where Rachel is more extroverted. She is of a more average height for her age, about five feet tall. Her build is, like Rachel's, slim in an active way, but less angular, more softly curved. At the swimming pool, I had noticed her breasts are small, but slightly more developed than Rachel's (God, had I really "noticed" their bodies before this night?). Dulcie has a darker, very smooth complexion; her skin has a healthy, unblemished shine to it, almost southern-European looking. Her brown, slightly longer than shoulder-length hair frames a round face; high cheekbones; wonderful green eyes with long, dark lashes; a small, slightly upturned nose; and full lips. What I had found most endearing so far in my interactions with Dulcie was her smile: it starts out as a shy upturning of the corners of her mouth, then blossoms into a full smile, showing off straight, white teeth and some very cute dimples on each fleshy cheek. Although she was quiet, once she got talking, she had a pleasantly smooth voice and happy temperament. She was quick to laugh. "It's okay, don't worry," said Rachel to both Dulcie and me. I rolled onto my back away from Rachel, and propped myself up on my elbows to look across the shelter at Dulcie who was also wearing a cotton nightshirt, meekly curled up on top of her sleeping bag. I became aware of my erect penis, and put my legs together to hide the tent on the front of my shorts. "Hi, Dulcie," I said, being at a total loss for words. "Hi, Bruce." She flashed me her wonderful, shy, dimpled smile. Rachel crawled over to sit next to Dulcie. They looked at me. I looked at them. "So, now what?" I asked. "What?" replied Rachel. "Well, I'm not sure what to say. This is kind of uncomfortable for me. I mean, you, Dulcie, saw me and Rachel, and I shouldn't have done that, please don't tell anyone, and....why did you do this to me?" I felt helpless, trapped. Dulcie and Rachel looked at each other, looked at me, then looked at each other again. "I already told you," said Rachel, "we wanted to see what it felt like to kiss a man." "We?" I asked, my heart suddenly pounding with a very exciting thought that I was afraid to put into words. "Me and Dulcie." Rachel and Dulcie looked at each other again and giggled. "You want to feel what it's like, too, Dulcie?" God, I hope that didn't sound too eager. "It's okay. I mean, only if you want to." It came to me that I was even more attracted to Dulcie. I felt drunk. Dulcie shrugged, and looked at Rachel. "It's okay," Rachel said. "She's being bashful." I crawled over to the two of them. "Rachel," I said, "Let's kiss again to show Dulcie that it's okay." She didn't say anything, just leaned over to me, and gave me a wonderful, lingering kiss, the kind we had been "practicing" a few moments before. "See," she said to Dulcie. "It's fun. You do it." I turned to look at Dulcie, and felt I would melt right there. She had that shy smile on her face, her eyes outlined by her dark lashes, her face slightly shining in the moonlight. I started to lean towards her, she leaned back a bit, I hesitated. "It's okay," I whispered, then looking directly into her green eyes, my lips touched hers. A brief kiss, then it was over. "See? It's nice," said Rachel. "Hmm mmm." Dulcie looked at her, then looked at me. She smiled. She leaned over to me, slightly turning her head as I had earlier instructed Rachel, then kissed me quite fully, our lips lingering more this time. When our lips finally parted, I said, "That was great, Dulcie. I like kissing you, too." "I like kissing you," Dulcie whispered. We kissed some more. Somehow, Dulcie was a bit more passionate than Rachel had been; her kisses lasted slightly longer. My hand found the back of her head, and began to pull her gently in towards me, my fingers running through her shiny hair. My penis stood quite erect in my pants as I felt Dulcie place a hand tentatively on my shoulder. "Hey, what about me?" Rachel asked next to me, breaking the spell. I broke away from Dulcie. "I'm sorry. I hadn't forgotten you, Rachel." I smiled at Dulcie. "It's just my friend Dulcie here had to catch up." I leaned over to kiss Rachel, one hand still running through the hair on the back of Dulcie's head. As my lips touched Rachel's, my other hand came up to caress the back of her neck. Rachel's kisses were harder than Dulcie's, more energetic, exciting me in a different way. I let go of Dulcie, and circled my other arm around Rachel, hearing her sigh as I hugged her to me, our lips slipping and sliding, our kisses becoming more energized. I broke away from her. I turned to give Dulcie one more kiss, then sat back with a sigh, my hand on my pounding chest. "You're both wonderful kissers! Feel my heart." I was getting extremely excited. I needed to cool down, to pace myself. I wanted this to last. "It's pounding really fast." Each girl put a hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. "Mine's pounding, too," said Dulcie. "And mine," added Rachel. I reached out to touch each of their hearts (once again, being careful of where I touched, not wanting to frighten them), and they touched each other's hearts with their free hands. We sat there, smiling at each other, all linked into a triangle of hands to pounding, adrenaline- rushing hearts. Linked together like that, I took advantage of being able to kiss each girl with a small turn of my head. I hummed with contentment as I hugged and kissed them, finally enjoying a three-way embrace, their cheeks resting on each of mine. "What should we do next?" asked Rachel. "Well, have you practiced french kissing yet?" "That's when you touch each other's tongue?" "Yes, that's right," I said. "Um,...yes, a bit." "Why don't you and Dulcie show me how you practiced, then you can try it with me." I was surprised to find myself quite turned on by the idea of these two young girls secretly practicing french kisses in order to kiss me later. Rachel shook her head up and down. "Dulcie?" "Okay," she said with a slight tone of embarrassment. I sat back from the girls, watching as they each put a hand on the other's shoulder then leaned their faces in towards each other. Just before their lips met, they each stuck the tips of their tongues out, wiggling them back and forth as they made contact. They started to giggle, like two little girls sharing a secret (which is, of course, what they were), and drew away from each other. "How was that?" asked Rachel. "Pretty good. But you should also kiss with your lips, pressing them together as you play with each other's tongue. Let me show you." I beckoned to Rachel with my finger, and she slid over to sit beside me and facing me. I put my hands on each side of her face, softly stroking her cheek as she smiled and looked innocently at me; I brushed her long blonde hair behind her ears, then leaned over to her. Just before our lips met, Rachel turned to look at Dulcie. "Make sure you see this." Dulcie positioned herself to our side as I drew Rachel's face to mine. We hesitated and smiled as the tips of our tongues poked out towards one another, finally touching. I tasted the sweet, salty saliva of her tongue as our lips closed together. I circled her tongue with mine, savoring her taste, enjoying the feeling as she matched my movements. Our lips slid as our tongues probed. I explored the inside of young Rachel's beautiful mouth, as I wrapped my arms around the back of her neck, drawing her closer to me. "Rachel, honey, you're great." I kissed the corners of her lovely, brown eyes. "You can also put your arms around me, and caress my back the way I'm doing it to you." She smiled and nodded her head in agreement as she slid her arms around me, and brought her sweet face back to mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, her body held close to mine, her hair spilling across both of our faces. We both made soft moans of contentment as our bodies rocked back and forth with the kisses. I became aware of Dulcie out of the corner of my eye. She was smiling, patiently watching Rachel and I practice "making out." I broke off the kiss. As our lips parted, I could tell that Rachel was breathing as heavily as I was. I was so incredibly aroused, that I had entered a kind of overdrive. I was high on hormones, my body numb, my very rigid penis like another entity. I didn't know where this was leading, but I knew what my body wanted to do despite the fact that these kids were only eleven years old (I kept reminding myself of that, but it wasn't making any difference. If anything, it increased my state of arousal at this point). The inside of my underpants were soaked by the precum oozing from my cock. My voice was oozing affection as I said, "Rachel, that was the best kiss I've had in a very long time!" She looked pleasantly embarrassed. "I think it's Dulcie's turn now." I looked over at Dulcie who now had a look of studious concentration on her face, as if she was trying to remember her lesson. God, you look cute, I thought, and told her so. She rolled her eyes at me, smiling. "Ready?" I asked. "I think so." "Okay. Rachel, hon, you need to get out of the way so Dulcie can practice." Rachel smiled at me, and moved out of the way. Dulcie scooted up to sit Indian style facing me. I started to lean towards her, but she was a bit too far away, so I put a leg on either side of her (after discreetly - I hope - adjusting my penis that had gotten all caught up in my shorts. I didn't want it poking straight out at Dulcie; not yet, anyway.). Dulcie put her legs on either side of me. I put my hands on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze as I looked into her beautiful, glistening green eyes. "Relax, Dulcie. You'll do fine," I whispered to her as I leaned to her. Once again, a momentary hesitation, she stuck her tongue out, began to smile, pulled her tongue back in, made a "serious" face as she put her tongue back out, and then it was heaven as our lips and tongues finally met. As I delicately slid my tongue up and down hers, she did the same. As with our earlier kisses, Dulcie was more gentle, passionate, slower. She felt much more sensuous. I became totally lost in her kiss. I could smell her slight powdery scent as I tasted and explored the inside of her salty-sweet mouth, her soft, full lips massaging mine. My body melted into hers. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her to me, felt the length of her young body against mine as I hugged and rubbed her back. "Oh, Dulcie, you're so good," I moaned, briefly getting a breath of air, then tasting her lips once again. My penis was throbbing as if it would explode at any moment. As our kiss lingered, I began to gently rock against Dulcie, my cock pushed up against the inside of my waistband, against her soft belly. I lowered my arms to circle her waist, drawing her hips closer to mine, increasing the stimulation as our lower bodies rubbed. She swayed with me, our heads gently rocking with the passion of our deep kiss. I could feel the soft points of her breasts against my chest. Each time our bodies swayed, my penis rubbed gently against her, I felt the passion swelling from my scrotum, radiating outward, the dam nearly burst. Beside us, Rachel said something about "her turn." Without fully breaking my embrace with Dulcie, I reached out with one arm to Rachel, pulled her towards us, and began to kiss her. Dulcie rested her head on my shoulder as I explored the inside of Rachel's mouth a second time. After a few moments, I went back to Dulcie's full lips, then back to Rachel, back and forth, all the while gently rocking and thrusting my pelvis against Dulcie's beautiful soft body, my mouth alive and wet with both girls' saliva. God, I've got the greatest girls in the world here, I thought incoherently and then suddenly the dam broke. I gasped, pulling both Dulcie and Rachel close to me. I was cumming very heavily inside my shorts as I kissed both of their faces. "Oh, Dulcie. Rachel. You're both so special. I like you both so much. You're wonderful...beautiful...sexy..." and on and on as my juices squirted and a stain began to spread on the seat of my pants, next to Dulcie's belly. I shuddered, spent, then sighed, feeling my face flush as I looked at each girl looking curiously at me. I felt embarrassed; as the euphoria of climax disappeared. I suddenly felt guilty, doubtful, ashamed even. I sat back, covering the large wet spot on my lap with my hand. "What happened?" asked Rachel. I felt my face continue to blush. "I, ah, came." "I'm wet," said Dulcie, rubbing her waist. "Wow," said Rachel, interested. "Was it good?" "Yes, Rachel, it was very good." I wasn't sure this had been a good idea. Looking at them now, I realized again how young they were. Kids. "And I'm sorry I got you wet, Dulcie. I couldn't help it." "Like, what's it like? Coming?" Dulcie had her studious face again. "Well, it's hard to explain. When a man is passionate with a woman - and you were both very sexy to me" (they both smiled bashfully, looking down), " - my penis gets hard, and well, it feels really good down there, almost as if my penis wants to reach out and kiss you, and then it feels intensely good, and then the sperm comes out...like this." I indicated the wet spot on my lap. "It smells..kind of funny," said Dulcie. She and Rachel exchanged looks that said "Oh, my God!" "Yeah, I guess so," I replied. "How about you two. That was some great kissing, did it make you feel good...down there?" I pointed to their crotches. "Yeah," said Rachel with a sparkle(?) in her eyes. Dulcie nodded her head in agreement. As I caught my breath, the three of us just looked at each other, all lost in the swirls of our own thoughts. As I watched them watching me, I found myself once again appreciating their young, unblemished beauty, their excitement, their cute, enthusiastic faces. I realized any pangs of guilt had disappeared. I was aroused again (at least intellectually, the body would follow later) at the idea of continued "practice." I broke the silence. "I can show you how to make you feel better. Only if you want to." "You mean, like, sex?" Dulcie looked a bit unsure. "Well, kind of. The stuff that people do before sex. We don't have to do everything, but we can touch each other, and it will feel real good. Like kissing, but more." (I can't believe I'm saying this to eleven year-olds, I thought.) "Okay." Rachel seemed ready. "We'll go slow," I said. "This is just practice, so you can see what it's like, like we did with kissing." The girls nodded their heads. Rachel brushed her blonde hair back behind her ears. "Now, first, we have to take our pants off, so we can touch the places that make you feel good. I will too, 'cause it's only fair. Okay?" I freed myself of my very uncomfortable soaked shorts (wiping my penis off in the process), then watched the girls. Of course, they looked quite embarrassed, but Rachel got a daring look on her face, then reached under her nightshirt, pulling off her cotton panties. Perhaps realizing that her nightshirt would still cover her, Dulcie then did the same. "You're all hairy there." Dulcie was studying my pubic area. "You'll be hairy there too, soon." "What's that hair feel like?" asked Rachel. "You can feel it if you want. It's all curly." She looked to Dulcie for approval, then scooted over to me, tentatively reaching out a finger, combing it through my pubic hair above my penis. "Neat," she said. I leaned over to give her a kiss. Having practiced, she immediately probed her tongue forward. After our kiss, I asked her to lie back down on her sleeping bag. She did so, smoothing her nightshirt down over her pubic area. "Now, I'm going to touch your private parts, Rachel. Just let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable and I'll stop." I lifted her nightshirt up to her belly button. I found myself suddenly very aroused again as I looked at the smooth, soft, hairless folds of her labia. (I can't believe I'm doing this to my camper, I thought.) She giggled ticklishly as I traced two fingers inside her thigh towards the lips of her virgin vagina. She gave a slight moan and twitch as my fingers slid up the crack, wet with moisture, towards the button of her clit. "You're wet down there. That's how your body tells you it wants to be touched like this." "You can feel it to, " Rachel said matter-of-factly to Dulcie. I guided Dulcie's hand as she reached out to trace Rachel's smooth pussy. "Feel good so far?" I asked Rachel, bending down to kiss her. "Mmmm Hmm." she purred. "Now your vagina is where I would have put my penis if we were having sex, or making love." As I mentioned her body parts, I traced them one of my fingers and with Dulcie's finger in my other hand. I could feel my cock beginning to grow again. "I know THAT already," said Rachel, flashing me a "give-me-a- break" look. "Me, too. We're not little kids," seconded Dulcie, smiling. I decided it would be best not to reply to that last comment. "Okay, well, I just wanted to make sure." I quickly changed the subject. "Besides, I like touching you here." "I could tell," said Rachel, giving my now erect penis an obvious stare. Dulcie broke out laughing. "I can't help it." I blushed. "You're very pretty. Both of you." I leaned over and kissed Dulcie. "Now up here is the most important place for you, a place that many boys forget to touch...your clitoris." Rachel moaned again as Dulcie and I circled her little clit with our finger tips. "I like that," said Rachel. "Me, too," I said, kissing her fully on the lips, then kissing down her chin and onto her neck, all the time massaging her little button with my fingers and Dulcie's. "Mmmmm," she purred. I sat up. "Dulcie, why don't you lay down so I can show you what it feels like?" "Okay." She smiled, lying down beside Rachel, reaching over to hold her hand, like two girls about to go on an amusement park ride together. I moved over to get closer to Dulcie; Rachel propped herself on her side to watch. As I had done with Rachel, I lifted up Dulcie's nightshirt, a bit higher this time, to right below the gentle swells of her forming breasts, exposing her smooth, tan-colored skin, her flat stomach, the hairless V of her small pussy lips below. Kissing her gently on the mouth, I traced the outlines of her vagina, probing the moist folds of skin, finally circling her clit with my fingers. I felt Rachel's fingertips join mine, also gently caressing the small button. Dulcie rocked her head back and forth, moaning softly with pleasure. "Here's something else that feels good," I said. I bent over and kissed Dulcie's exposed belly button. She tensed up a bit, but gradually relaxed as I worked my mouth up her stomach, to the edge of her nightshirt, then circled first one, and then another nipple with my tongue, the whole time continuing to massage her clit. "That feels good," she moaned. "Can you kiss my chest, too, Bruce?" Rachel wanted to join the fun. "Okay. Sorry Dulcie. There's only one of me. You'll have to excuse me a moment, but I'll be right back. I promise." She laughed and I kissed her nose, then worked on Rachel. As I kissed my way up her stomach, I noticed it was much more taut than Dulcie's, the kind of body I'd always imagined a young gymnast would have. Her nipples were very erect in the middle of each of the small bumps of her breasts. I circled one with my lips then sucked on it, pulling the tip into my mouth; then I worked on the other one. All this time she moaned nearly constantly, swaying her hips to meet the motion of my caressing fingers. I gasped as I felt a small hand encircle my stiff penis. I looked down to see that Dulcie was holding and looking at my penis, her face a study in curiosity. I rolled over onto my back as she continued to touch and look at my penis. "I've never seen a grown one like this before," she said. Rachel sat up next to Dulcie. She reached out to touch my penis also. "Me neither." "You two are wonderful," I gushed. "This is where it feels good for a man?" asked Rachel. "Mmmm. Hmmm." It was hard to talk. "It's best if you do it like this." I showed them how to gently circle the stiff member with their fingers, gently stroking up and down. "Like this?" asked Rachel. "Very good." I was practically panting. "So good, you'd better stop, or I'll make another mess." They let go of my penis. "I'd wouldn't mind seeing it," said Dulcie. "That's fine. I'd like you to also,...but not yet." I wasn't sure how I wanted to proceed from here. I was ready to let our "play" go as far as the girls were willing. God help me, I also wanted them to be willing to go as far as possible. It was just...well, somehow too much to get it on with both of them. Either one by herself would be incredibly exciting. Although I hadn't thought such a thing was possible, I felt like this situation was simply TOO sexually arousing. I wanted them both, but one at a time. I decided to go ahead and tell them the truth (certainly our relationship had advanced to a point where we could be frank!). I told them that I wanted to continue our lessons, but that it might be more comfortable, less embarrassing if I spent some time with each girl separately. They looked a bit unsure; I realized that it was less scary for them to have each other there for support, it kept our activity as a game shared by two girlfriends at camp. I then suggested that while I practiced with one of them, the other could sit right outside. "Besides," I said, suddenly getting inspiration, "we need to have someone guarding to make sure we don't get interrupted. We wouldn't want one of the boys walking in on us, would we?" "Oh, my God. No!" said Rachel. "It'd be so embarrassing." That wouldn't be all, I thought. We agreed that my suggestion was best, that one of the girls would sit just outside the shelter. If anyone approached, she would come back in to warn us; we'd all then just slide into our sleeping bags, pretending to sleep. I prayed that there would be no interruptions. "Do you want to practice with me first, Rachel?" I thought she'd be the most daring...and I wanted to be with Dulcie last. "Okay." "Dulcie, do you mind being the guard first?" "Nuh uh. I just tell you if someone's coming?" "Yes. And don't worry about interrupting us; you've seen everything, anyway. Okay?" "Okay." Dulcie slipped her panties back on underneath her night shirt, then leaned over to Rachel and squeezed her hand. They exchanged looks, a sort of "Good luck, I'm right outside" kind of look, giggled, and then Dulcie went outside with one last glance back at us over her shoulder, dropping the tarp back into place over the entrance. "Now what?" asked Rachel. "We'll have some more fun, " I said. "How're you doing?" I asked my camper sitting alone with me in the shelter. "Okay," said Rachel. "I think you're doing great." She looked down, embarrassed. "No, I really mean it. I really like being with you; you'll be a wonderful woman. Some man will be very lucky." I couldn't help being gushy. I looked down, embarrassed with myself. I wanted her next to me so strongly. "I guess we should finish getting undressed now." I removed my T-shirt. Looking a little bashful, Rachel pulled her nightshirt off over her head, golden hair spilling out as she did so. She laid down on her side on her sleeping bag, curling up, hugging her knees to her chest out of modesty. I leaned over to give her a gentle, lingering kiss. "You look nice. You're so pretty, Rachel." We kissed again. I asked her to roll over on to her back. "It's okay, Rachel. I'm going to just touch you again like I did before, to make you feel nice." She rolled over on to her back, stretching her legs straight out, smiling up at me. She looked beautiful: slim, taut body, erect nipples, hair tumbled across her shoulders, her hands clasped together and resting on her stomach, her head turned, looking questioningly up at me. Sitting next to her and looking into those expectant eyes, I brushed the hair from her brow. I rubbed my fingertips slowly and gently along her eye brows, then down the smooth skin of her cheeks to her chin, down the sides of her neck, across the bump of her collarbone to her nipples, feeling the outlines of ribs beneath her hard chest, across her flat stomach to the belly button (she giggled a bit as I did this), the sides of her hips, along the outsides of her long, firm thighs, her smooth calf muscles, and back up inside her legs towards her crotch. "I'm getting goose bumps, Bruce," she giggled. "Feel okay?" "Yeah." She smiled at me. "You really are a very pretty girl, Rachel." I laid down beside her, gently rolled her onto her side, facing me. I ran my fingers through her hair again as I gazed into her brown eyes, kissed her forehead, then hugged her naked body to mine. I had never felt so wonderful in my life. Our breathing was heavy, we both nervously enjoyed the full contact, feeling physically closer than we'd ever thought possible. "I...I love you, Bruce." "And I...I like you a lot, Rachel." We kissed; my penis throbbed against her naked crotch. "I'm going to touch you down there again, but I also want to kiss you down there this time. Okay?" Rachel nodded her head "yes". I rolled her over onto her back, sliding my fingers back down to her pussy crack, tracing along it's moist folds. I kissed down her neck, her collarbone; I licked her perked nipples as my fingers found her clit. She trembled and made a deep sigh as I licked and sucked on her small tits, my finger massaging her button. I lowered my kisses down her stomach, to her pubic bone. My heart leapt as I experienced the novel, sweet, sexy sensation of rubbing my lips across a young girl's hairless, smooth pussy lips, kissing my way to her vagina. I licked the length of the slit, scooping some of her musky- perfumed juices onto my tongue, into my mouth. She wriggled her bottom, and moaned as my tongue found her clit and began to lick it. I moved my hand back to her vagina, slipping one finger in, gently probing the perimeter of her hole; I continued to work on her clit with my tongue, and could feel its little tip begin to stiffen under the folds of its hood. I lifted my head to look up at her face, eyes closed with pleasure, a big smile on her lips. "This okay, hon?" I asked. "Mmm hmm." she was moaning with delight. I went back to her wet clit, enjoying it's sweet flavor as I felt it stiffen. I very slowly slid one, and then two fingers into her tight vagina. It contracted against the first, unaccustomed sensation of insertion, but then relaxed as Rachel moaned. I began to slide my fingers in and out of her, lubricated in her juices. I could only go down a few inches, before meeting the resistance of her hymen. I made up for it by inserting a third finger into her. She moaned as I worked on her young genitals. "Can I touch your thing?" I brought my face up to hers, kissing her with her taste still on my lips and her aroma strong in my nose. I reached back down to her crotch with both hands to continue stimulating her clit and pussy. Her hands found my penis, and she began to gently stroke it as I had showed her earlier. I could feel myself getting ready to spurt all over her lower body, and backed away. I wanted to prolong this. "I should put on a rubber." I panted. "Why?" "I don't want to squirt sperm on you, and make you get pregnant." "Oh." She looked confused. "What should you do?" Because it was an overnight, I had my complete toiletries bag with me in the shelter, including several condoms I'd kept with me "just in case" (I had been thinking more along the lines of "getting lucky" with one of the female COUNSELORS I'd had my eye on, but I wasn't about to complain). I pulled one out of the wrapper, and rolled it onto my penis. "It's gooey," Rachel said, touching it. "That helps it slide better, so it doesn't hurt you." We began again where we had left off: I was kissing and finger-fucking Rachel as she stroked my cock. I didn't want to come yet, so I pulled my cock away, and brought my mouth back down to her sweet labia. My tongue established a rhythm, licking her erect, slippery clit as my fingers slid in and out of her soaked, tight vagina. She began to breath very heavily and raspy. "Oh...oh....oh....Ohhh!" she panted as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Dulcie's face peering around the tarp investigating what the sound was, watching her friend enjoy the brink of ecstasy. Seeing her beautiful, curious face somehow excited me more, but Dulcie must have seen me seeing her; she disappeared again. As soon as Dulcie disappeared, Rachel let out a half-yelp, blocking it off mid-scream with her fist held to her mouth, trying to keep quiet, as her body rippled with her first orgasm. As little Rachel came, her head and hair whipped from side to side as she made little strangled crying sounds, bouncing her chest and erect nipples, her hips swaying and bucking under my mouth and hand, her liquid dripping down the crack, onto my fingers, into my mouth and nostrils. After a few moments, she slowly came back to her surroundings. I gently withdrew my mouth and fingers, and laid down beside her, pressing my body back up against her fully relaxed naked form. I felt her nipples touch mine, my sheathed cock rubbing her pubic bone. Once more I looked into her face, now framed by tousled blond hair, her cheeks and eyes aglow with post-orgasm. "Oh, Rachel, I hope that felt great." "It did, Bruce. I love you." "Shhh. I love making you feel great. You deserve it, Rachel. You're so wonderful." We held each other as my penis ached throbbingly against her, wanting her like I'd never wanted before. Rachel whispered something near my ear. "What?" I asked. She whispered a bit more loudly. "Do you want to stick it in me?" I looked into her glowing eyes. "More than anything in the world, Rachel." I rolled her onto her back, kissing her nipples again. "This will hurt a bit the first time." "I want you to do it. I felt so good. It almost scared me." I smiled at her, kissing her lips. "You don't need to be scared, honey. You're beautiful." Kissing her more deeply, our tongues jabbing at each other, I held myself up on my elbows over her lean body. As I gently lowered myself to make contact, her body felt hard and sinewy, athletic. Her smooth soft skin excited my every contact point. With my hand, I rubbed the tip of my latex covered cock up and down the trough of her wet crack, then positioned it at the entrance to her hole. The sensation of the tip of my penis just entering her virgin body was a sensation second only to actual orgasm. She sighed deeply as I pushed the first inch or so of my cock into her young vagina. It was so tight: the walls contracting a bit, hugging me inside of her. "Oh, Rachel, you don't know how good this is." "Mmmm," she hummed. I began to rock my hips back and forth. She kissed me with all her might, but due to inexperience (or post-orgasm exhaustion) the rest of her body didn't do much to match my motions, her hands still lying at her sides. Somehow, that was exciting me, her surrender to my lead, just experiencing whatever I did to her. My penis started to probe deeper, and deeper, very slowly. I came upon the barrier of her hymen. Gradually I increased the pressure, rocking back and forth, my cock straining to get more deeply into her young pussy. Rachel started to wince and groan a bit with pain. "Just a bit more." "It hurts," she sniffed. Still pumping on top of her, I saw the tears well up in the corners of her eyes. "Just a bit more, Rachel. Just a bit more..." "It hurts...a lot..." "Ssshhhh." I felt a barrier give, and I suddenly plunged an inch or two deeper. Rachel bit back a cry, bringing her hand to her mouth as I rocked back and forth deeply and slowly inside her. I kissed her hand as my hand found her clit under my bucking pubic bone; I began to stimulate her again, in time to the thrusts of my penis inside her tight walls. Her eyes finally cleared, and she kissed me again. She looked up into my eyes as I fucked her. "I love you, Bruce." "Oh, Rachel, honey, I'm making love to you. We're really doing it. We're fucking. You're doing it with a man..." Our lips met, I sloppily kissed all around her mouth, her cheeks, her brow, her hair tickling my face, my penis ramming in and out of her. "This is what it's like to fuck, Rachel, honey, my love..." My dam burst, and I flooded my condom inside her tight cavity with spurt after spurt of cum. "Oh, Rachel..." I continued to rock inside her as my seed continued to gush out. "I'm coming...oh, I'm coming inside you, Rachel..." I kissed her face some more, then hugged her close to me, still inside her. I felt so ecstatically close to this girl, so at peace with everything. I smiled, holding her to me. Turning my head I saw Dulcie peeking around the tarp again, looking at us. I made a mock-stern face at her, and she left us alone again. "Was it okay?" Rachel quietly whispered. "Rachel, honey, it was wonderful!" She smiled, and put her arms around my back; I hugged her to me, kissing her forehead. We laid together quietly, still joined, for a few moments while I waited for my penis to shrink back down (it took its time!). I don't believe this has really happened, I thought, my thoughts wandering as they usually do after orgasm. I'm lying on top of Rachel, my camper, who'd never been anything more than a cute little kid to me up until a few hours ago, now I'm enjoying her naked body with my cock still inside her. I realized that I was going to need to treat Rachel very carefully now that she believed that she loved me (only natural given the intimacy of what we'd just done together). I'd worry about that tomorrow. I was also glad that we had posted a guard: this was definitely a compromising position for a counselor to be found in! Finally, I withdrew. I pulled off the rubber, wrapping it in a tissue (from Rachel's back pack...girls always carry tissues!). Rachel grimaced a bit as she wiped her crotch, then looked alarmed. "I'm bleeding!" she said, distraught, beginning to cry again. I went over, and sat next to her, hugging her to me. "Let me look." I wiped her crotch, and saw a trace of blood, but nothing serious. "You're okay." I gently rocked her, kissed her tears, and wiped them away with my fingers. "Ssshh. Don't worry, Rachel. It's normal after your first time. I'm sorry it hurt, but it won't from now on when you do it." I kissed her again. She smiled at me through the end of her tears. "You made me feel very good," I said. "I felt good, too." We smiled at each other for a few minutes, the wonderful way two people smile who have created a new and special bond between them. Dulcie stuck her head into the shelter again. "It's still all quiet out here," Dulcie whispered loudly, on the pretense of reporting in from guard duty. I wasn't fooled: she was dying to know what was going on with her friend and me. "Ssshh." I put a finger to my lips. "That's good, Dulcie." Rachel, perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed at her nudity, quickly grabbed her nightshirt, and slipped it over her head. I put on my T-shirt and shorts (minus soaked underpants). "How much longer do I have to guard?" Dulcie asked. Rachel and I looked at each other. I smiled at her, and then at Dulcie. "We're all done. Rachel's done very well practicing with me, but I think she needs a rest." I rubbed the top of Rachel's head, as she lowered it to my shoulder. "I guess it's your turn next, Dulcie." I couldn't believe that after two orgasms I was feeling ready for more. "I guess." She looked at Rachel leaning on my shoulder. "Was it okay?" Rachel sat up straight , an energetic eleven year-old once again. "Yeah! It felt really good, ...then it hurt a lot, but then it felt good again." Rachel got a strange look on her face. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to." (Jealousy?) "Okay," said Dulcie, shrugging her shoulders, looking at me. "I guess I'll try it." We waited awkwardly while Rachel put her panties on under her nightshirt, then gathered her sleeping bag to sit on outside. Finally, she announced. "Okay. I'm the guard now." She reached out to take Dulcie's hand, just as Dulcie had done for her; they whispered a few quick words into each other's ears. After the two girls finished their private conversation, Rachel came over, gave me a quick kiss, then left. I was sitting alone with an even more beautiful young woman (and my two campers were now definitely "young women" to me). Already I could feel the stirring between my legs again. "Hi." Dulcie looked a bit awkward, fidgeting and biting her bottom lip, not sure what she should be doing. "Hi," I said, "How're you feeling?" She shrugged her shoulders and looked at me, smiling a bit, seeming nervous. "We don't have to do anything yet. We can just hug." "Okay." I scooted over to sit next to her, gently hugging her to me. Dulcie rested her head on my shoulder. "I think you're really nice, Dulcie," I said as I softly stroked the back of her head, calming her. "It feels good just to hold you close, to be your friend." She pulled back to look at me. "What happened to Rachel?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Well," she hesitated a second, "I heard her making crying noises, and I saw you,...well,...you were doing something to her private area with your mouth. It looked kinda weird." I explained to Dulcie that I had been kissing Rachel in the same kind of way that I had been touching both of them earlier with my fingers. "Women make those noises when they have an orgasm...because it feels so good you can't help it. Like you can't help laughing out loud if something's really funny." That seemed to put her more at ease. Dulcie made a face like she understood, and leaned her head back on my shoulder. "Another kiss like we practiced, Dulcie?" I whispered in her ear. She brought her face back in front of mine. I leaned in to her, touching my lips to her wonderfully soft mouth, the caress of our lips soon matched by the gentle touching of tongues. I rubbed the back of her shoulders with my hand. She laid one of her small hands on my shoulder. "You feel tense," I observed. "I'm sorry." She looked ashamed, as if she had done something wrong. "You don't have to be sorry," I said quickly to reassure her. "You aren't doing anything wrong. Would you like me to rub your back?" "Okay." "Okay. Just lie down on your stomach." Dulcie complied, lying down, her head turned to the side and resting on her arms. I sat beside her, and began to massage her shoulders through her nightshirt. "Feel good?" I asked. "Mmmm hmmm." She nodded her head, smiling. I worked her back slowly, moving from shoulder blades, down her spine, around the sides of her back, to the indented area between her back and her perfectly rounded ass. She made soft moans of contentment. "I'm going to slide my hands under your shirt so I can rub you better." She nodded her head, enjoying the sensation of the massage. As I worked my hands back up to her shoulders (enjoying the firm-soft feel of her young, unblemished skin) I shifted myself onto my knees, straddling her. Massaging her shoulders, I slowly lowered myself to sit astride her butt, being careful not to let my full weight press down on her. As I caressed Dulcie's back, her nightshirt gradually slipped up towards her neck. "Dulcie, hon, I'd like to rub the back of your neck...is it okay if you take off your shirt so I get to it better?" "Okay," she whispered. She pulled the shirt over her head, still lying down, then rested her head onto her arms again. I kneaded her beautiful, dark back; her skin had a literal radiance to it. She felt so wonderful under my fingertips. My penis was beginning to wake up again, having apparently rested sufficiently from its activities with Rachel. I suddenly had an exciting thought. "Do you have some hand cream by any chance?" I asked her. "This would feel even better, there'd be less friction." She did. I took off my T-shirt, then began to massage her naked back again, this time my hands slid easily over her skin made slippery with Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion. I became aware of the very sexy sensation of Dulcie's firm, round ass beneath her pink cotton panties, cushioning my penis as my body rocked slightly from the action of massaging her neck and shoulders. I could tell that Dulcie was feeling equally good: her moans were soft, little purrs now as her body rocked back and forth under the gentle pressure of my hands kneading her shining, moist skin. Still sitting on her ass, I bent down to kiss her spine where it met her neck, rubbing my hands down the lengths of her arms, hugging her from behind with my body on top of hers, enjoying her firm-yet-soft feel beneath me. I slid off of her, to her side, and brought my lips to hers, enjoying a lingering kiss as I continued to lightly stroke her arms. After our kiss, I looked into her beautiful face inches from mine, brushed a stray lock of her hair with my hand, and asked her if she would like me to rub her front. "It will be just like we did before: you, me, and Rachel." She looked a bit bashful, but nodded her head "yes." I gently helped her turn over onto her back, propping myself up on my elbows next to her. "You should take your pants off again, so I can make you,...you know,...feel good there again, too." "Are you going to take yours off, too?" Dulcie asked. "I guess it's only fair," I said, and soon both of us were naked. I looked at her beautiful, young body as I rubbed more lotion onto my palms: her smooth, tan complexion, straight chest, her budding breasts tipped with erect nipples, the beginnings of curves at her waist and hips, the hairless folds of her labia, softly contoured, smooth legs, delicate little feet. I looked back up into her wonderful green eyes, smiling at her as she smiled at me, sweet dimples appearing in the flesh of each cheek. "Dulcie," I said, trying to sound calm (I felt slight of breath at the sight of her) "you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She looked away, embarrassed. "I've got little kid boobs." "No, I mean it. You're...perfect." I brought my face closer to hers, looking into her eyes. "I hope we can be friends...a long time. You're my favorite." Now it was my turn to blush and look away. I couldn't believe what I was saying to this kid, nor what I was feeling. "I'm sorry. I'm getting mushy. I just...I just want you to know how special you are to me." "That's okay," she said very softly near my ear. "I like hearing you say that. I like you a lot, too." She looked into my eyes. "I think you're the best counselor at camp." Okay, this was getting just a bit too weird. I stopped talking, and kissed her. I appreciated the fullness of her lips as they slid beneath mine, our tongues soon darting and circling inside each other's mouth. As we kissed, I began to rub the front of her shoulders with my greased hands, running them down the sides of her rib cage, back up to her chest, feeling her small breast mounds under my palm, gently rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. My penis was by now very erect (of course!) and I felt it rubbing against the side of her thigh. "I should put on a rubber," I said, pulling away from her. As I had with Rachel, I explained to Dulcie that I didn't want to squirt sperm all over her (despite my recollection of her having said earlier that she'd like to see it), then rolled on a condom from my toiletries bag. Dulcie seemed fascinated by my sheathed penis. She looked at it with her serious, studious face, investigating it. She reached out to touch it as Rachel had, but Dulcie also encircled the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and began to gently slide her fingers up and down the length of it. I watched her small hand slide up and down my erect penis, then closed my eyes, moaning. This was heaven. "This feels good?" she asked, interested in how I was reacting to her touch, as if this were a science experiment. "Very good." I touched her small hand with mine. "In fact, it's almost too good. You'd better stop or I'll have an orgasm any minute." She took her hand away, looking concerned. "What's wrong with that?" "I want you to have one first. So you'll understand what it's like." "You mean, like Rachel did?" "Yeah, that's right." "Will you have one, too?" "I'm sure I will...with a beautiful girl like you." She smiled at me as I guided her back onto the sleeping bag. "Just relax, Dulcie. I'm going to rub you some more until it feels better than you've ever felt before. I'll also kiss you down there, like you saw me doing to Rachel. We'll be making love, like grownups do, like in the movies." Dulcie giggled. "I know what making love is, Bruce. I'm not that little, you know." I kissed her, then squeezed some more lotion onto her stomach, near her belly button. Once again, I enjoyed the very sensuous, very sexy experience of sliding my hands across her young skin made even more smooth by the lotion, the soft glow of the lantern casting a slight sheen to her moist body. I dipped a finger into the folds of her labia, traced the entrance to her vagina, circled her clitoris. She sighed with pleasure. Bringing both hands back up to her chest, I lowered my mouth to kiss the outside of her labia, delicately, teasingly. My tongue probed between the folds, tasted the moisture inside, licking up to find her clit. As the tip of my tongue danced over it's stiffening point, my head swirling with the musky aroma of her juices, my fingers slid around her nipples, gently teasing and tweaking their tips. "Oh,...mmmm...feels so good, Bruce...." Dulcie began to rock her hips against the rhythm of my tongue and fingers. I brought one of my hands down to her crotch, sliding a finger into the entrance of her vagina. She spasmed a bit as I slowly probed my finger into her, reaching her barrier after a few inches. I continued to lick and swallow her juices, gently sucking her erect clit between my lips as I flicked it with my tongue. I eased a second and a third finger into her tight hole, her walls contracting wetly against them. My rhythm began to increase as her body began to rock faster, her pubes pumping into my face in fluid motions. I could hear her breathing becoming heavy, slightly raspy. She started to make little crying noises in her throat. These became louder. She brought one of her hands to her mouth, holding her mouth closed as her other hand fell on top of mine, massaging her small breasts. She slid her hand over to the other breast, kneading it as her hips violently thrust forward raising her butt off the sleeping bag, her musky-sweet aroma exploding in my nostrils as she exploded with orgasm, her small pussy leaking sweet liquid, lubricating my fingers where they plunged in and out of her hole. Slowly, Dulcie's breathing calmed, and her hips relaxed, her ass came back down to the floor, as I lapped up the moisture from her pussy lips. I heard her exhale, then begin sniffing. I looked up to see her beautiful face aglow, tears in the corners of her eyes as she sniffled. I laid down next to her, cupping her face in my hands as I kissed the corners of her eyes. "What's the matter, honey? You okay?" Dulcie smiled through her tears, nodding her head that she was okay. "(Snnff) It just felt so good." She hugged me, her head next to mine. "I got scared..." "Don't be scared. It's good to feel that good. You feel so good, Dulcie." I held her body against the length of mine, rubbing her bare back, enjoying the way her skin slid against mine due to the moisture of the lotion and her sweat. I gently brought her face around in front of mine, our lips coming together in a tender, full kiss, slowly becoming more passionate, as if we were kissing with all of our bodies. It was a perfect kiss, the kind that you only experience a couple of times in a lifetime (if you're lucky), the kind you see in movies: I sucked on her bottom lip as she sucked on my top lip, then we alternated, then our tongues darted in and out of mouths, wrestling together, before our lips returned to nibble on each other, tasting and consuming each other's mouth, her salty-sweet saliva mixing with mine. My hand in the small of her back pressed her hips in towards mine. Through the latex the tip of my penis rubbed against her pubic bone. Eventually, the kiss ended, and I looked into her green eyes: young, adult, sexy, sweet, innocent, and beautiful all at the same time. "I want to make love to you Dulcie," I whispered beside her ear. "I want to love you so much, to be inside you. Like grownups." "Do I feel as good as a grown up?" she looked at me. "You feel better than anyone has ever felt to me...ever." I kissed her. She gave me that wonderful smile. "Ready?" I asked. "Mmm Hmm." Kissing her some more, I eased her over onto her back, one hand drifting back down between her legs, rubbing the entrance to her vagina, still slick with her juice. After bending over to kiss her nipples, I propped myself on my elbows, sliding on top of her. While one hand went down to guide my penis to the outside of her virgin hole, I extended my other arm, holding myself over her so I could look down on her wonderfully arousing form as I prepared to slide into her. "Oh, Dulcie, you're so beautiful." She looked up at me bashfully, a half smile on her lips, then opening her lips slightly and closing her eyes as I enjoyed the sensation of the tip of my cock sliding past the tight circle of her cunt opening. Ripples of electricity seemed to radiate out, down my cock, across my body, as I slowly slid deeper into her warm, tight cavity. I eased my body down to hers again, feeling her nipples on my chest, her breath hot on my neck, her belly button pressed to mine, our hips coming closer. Almost halfway in, and I met the resistance of her hymen. As I had done with Rachel, I pressed my cock against the resistance, slowly increasing the pressure. As I did, I looked into Dulcie's face. I didn't want to hurt her too much, but I couldn't imagine stopping either. Her eyes clouded up with tears, she bit her teeth together, and set her jaw making the most "serious" face I had seen on her yet. "Just a bit more, honey." I whispered breathlessly. "A bit more, and it will stop hurting...a bit more...ahh!" I was through, her walls tight around my shaft, as I pushed through the circle of resistance, my balls coming to rest against her crotch. I stopped moving, just held her to me, smelling the sweet fragrance of her hair, her slick body against mine, my cock buried fully inside her gripping vagina. "Oh, Dulcie, love, I'm in you. We're making love." "Mmmmm." her soft voice tickled my ear. "I love you, Dulcie." While part of me somewhere shouted, "What the hell are you saying?!" a bigger part of me was undeniably and thoroughly loving this sweet young kid, loving her touch, her youth, her wonderfully sweet personality. "You're so wonderful...I never want this moment to end." I bent my head down, to take her lips in mine, to experience another deep, passionate kiss with my new, young friend, our bodies melted together, fully connected. As our kiss lingered, my hips began to gently sway with the passion, my penis beginning to slowly rock back and forth inside her pussy. Unlike Rachel, Dulcie wrapped her arms around me, making little purring noises as we kissed and fucked. Her body, however, wasn't moving much. I looked at her, and she looked at me questioningly, as if she were awaiting instructions. I'd nearly forgot that this was supposed to be a lesson for her. "Dulcie, while we do this, you can rock your hips back and forth...like I'm doing." "Okay...like this?" She was rocking in the same motion that I was, which kept my penis from sliding inside of her. I giggled. "Almost, honey. You're supposed to move the opposite way that I do, so my coc..penis can rub in and out of your hole. "Like this?" She was giggling, a big smile on her face, obviously playing a game with me. "Mmmm, yeah, that's it...." It was more exciting than anything I'd experienced before: this little kid playing with me, her lotion-slippery body sliding against mine, my penis in the grip of her tight little pussy, sliding back and forth now as her body humped against mine. "Mmmmmmm...Dulcie...love..." I hugged her to me, kissing her face, not just lips, but cheeks, eyes, nose, chin, as she kissed all of my face, our faces soaked with each other's spit. I slid my hands up and down her sides, pulling her ass cheeks in towards mine as we fucked, the rhythm slowly building, our bodies rippling in point - counterpoint, our pubic bones locked together. Our bodies slippery, our pubic bones grinding, our hips totally connected, locked together, synchronized, her body matching my every thrust: fluid humping, pumping, fucking. I knew I was about to come: the pressure built at the base of my cock. "Oh, Dulcie, you're so good, I'm loving you so much...we're really doing it..." "We're fucking?" a faint breathy whisper in my ear. "Oh, yes, Dulcie, honey, my love, we're fucking, we're...." It was too much, I finally came. Our bodies spasmed together, locked at the hips, my cum spurting deep into her cunt, her nipples rubbing against my chest, our lotion and sweat oiled bodies slippery, sliding subtly with each pulse of my cum, my body feeling alive and hypersensitive in the mindless moment of orgasm. "Oh Dulcie, I'm coming inside you, honey. You're my favorite girl ever. So sweet, sexy..." Each spurt seemed to bring me closer to this sweet girl, deeper into her embrace, melting together. When it was over, we laid there, wrapped together, a time of ultimate intimacy. I felt her vaginal walls spasm with aftershock as my penis spasmed with aftershock. Our chests rose and fell together; I almost felt that I could feel her heartbeat against mine. I caressed her head with my hand, letting her soft dark hair fall though my fingers. I heard her sniff near my ear. Still inside of her, I leaned back to look at her face. Once again, there were tears. "You okay?" I asked, concerned. "Mmmm Hmmm." "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's just...I don't know. It's like I'm grown up now." "Yeah. I guess you're right." A pause as she looked at me through her tears. "Are we gonna get married?" My heart skipped a beat, but I felt total adoration for my young lover, total connection. "Um,...sure,...if you still want to when you get old enough." (Which would be about seven years, I thought.) She smiled, nodding her head, hugging me again. "Okay." My god, I thought, not only have I had sex with both of my campers, but I'm practically engaged to Dulcie, I feel like I love her, and Rachel, who's a sweet kid, is in love with me. I've created one royal, fucked up mess...but I don't care right now. I squeezed Dulcie, purring contentment, my mind swirling the random thoughts of post- orgasm. I woke up with a start, found myself lying next to Dulcie, my penis finally withdrawn and limp. She was on her side, patiently watching me. "I must have dozed." She nodded her head. "How long?" "Not very." I kissed her, then removed the condom with another of Rachel's tissues. I wiped Dulcie's crotch with another tissue, checking for blood. "Don't worry, Dulcie, there's a little blood, but that's normal." "I know. I heard you and Rachel." It occurred to me that we hadn't seen Rachel since she'd left (not as naturally curious as Dulcie?). I told Dulcie that we'd better check on her friend, and let her come back into the shelter. We pulled our few items of clothes back on, and I went to check on Rachel. Before I did, I hugged Dulcie one more time, and kissed her briefly on the lips. "You're very special to me, Dulcie. The most special girl I know. I want you to remember that." "Are we gonna be able to...make love again?" "Yes...I hope so." "When?" "As soon as possible, honey. I'll figure out some way." "Okay." I stuck my head out around the tarp to check on our "guard." I looked down and saw Rachel curled up asleep on top of her sleeping bag on the ground. I realized I had been very lucky that none of the boys had decided to wake me for a bathroom run during the last 45 minutes. I woke her up, telling her that Dulcie and I were finished. She picked up her stuff, sleepily wiping her eyes, and crawled back into the shelter. None of us needed to say anything more; it was apparent that sleep was next on the agenda. We were all fully exhausted from love- making. I laid down on my sleeping bag. Both girls looked at each other, then at me, then spread their bags out on either side of me. I turned off the lantern, noticing my wristwatch as I did so: a bit after 3:30 AM. I guess I hadn't gotten anymore sleep on this overnight after all! And I didn't mind one bit. I settled down in the darkness, enjoying the cozy, cuddly, warmth of "my" girls snuggled up on each side of me. And lying on my back in the darkness, one arm around each girl, I felt Rachel turn to kiss me once more on the cheek. We had come full circle. "Good night, Rachel." "Good night," she purred sleepily. "I love you." And I turned to kiss Dulcie, guiding her face to touch her lips. "Good night, Dulcie,..." I whispered, and into her ear very softly: "...my most special friend." She just purred, snuggling into my arm, quickly falling into sleep. As the fog of sleep quickly wiped away at my consciousness, I thought about all that had happened to us. Our lives had been permanently changed in a few short hours. I had a hell of a lot of sorting out to do tomorrow, and perhaps for some time after that. The situation with Rachel was difficult as I didn't want to hurt her, and the situation with Dulcie...well, I was confused. Just what could I expect out of continuing our relationship given the incredible (not to mention illegal) age difference? What would it do to Dulcie? Did she even have feelings of love for me? I couldn't remember her having said so. What was happening to me? I was treading some very dangerous territory. But that was for tomorrow. Right now I was loving the warm comfort of two very special girls cuddled up to either side of me as I drifted off to sleep. THE END .