Summer Freedom and Adventure Camp – Prelude
Lola was greeted with a big smile by a lady in her fifties at the registration counter. She was told her room number and was given two thin leather wristbands with her name on them. Next to the registration was a long counter with baskets full of round metal plates, one inch in diameter. She knew what they were, since she had read the camp instructions very carefully.
A white one with the number “1” on it meant that the wearer did not want to participate in sex. Just looking! Immediately, Lola took one of them and attached it to one of the plastic loops on her band. She also took the light blue one, “H”, meaning hetero, and left the pink one untouched.
She let her eyes wander over the other baskets:
The meaning of the blue “2” and pink “2” were obvious. The wearer were interested in one-on-one, either hetero or homo.
Then there was the golden “MMF” and the silver “FFM”, and it depended on the wearer if he or she wanted a couple or two of the opposite sex for play.
The basket of pink “3” was besides the pink “∞” badges. The muscular guy in his 30s in front of her took one of the latter ones. “Disgusting”, she thought.
Then there was a black and white checkered “G” for “group”, a bronze “GG” for “generation gap”.
A red “A” meant anal is okay, and a green “GB” meant the wearer was begging for a gang bang.
The black “P” was a special one. All participants had in advance been screened twice for diseases and the women were supposed to be on the pill. So condom-free sex was safe. But since the organizers offered all kinds of services, the black badge indicated a woman with the desire to get pregnant. Any man could be hold liable under state law for child support, if the genetic tests were positive, so they needed to become aware of what they got into, no pun intended.
All in all there were 14 different badges and Lola felt so confused. Of course, some badge combinations were mutually exclusive, but the combinations were plentiful.
Unsure what to do next, she decided to step further into the lobby and sit down at one of the empty tables.
More people were coming through the front door. Some were couples holding hands, some were greeted by people who seemed to have waited for them. There were hugs, laughter, and kisses. But only on the cheek, because the lobby was the safe place. No nudity or sexual activity was allowed here. And that included deep kissing and fondling. Lola had read in the manual that breaking the rules would lead to immediate expulsion from the camp.
Since Lola intended to spend her three-week summer holiday here, she was determined to be careful. Staff paid by the organization were wearing white T-shirts with big red SFAC letters on them. They also performed as waiters in the lobby. The far right side of it had a 24-h self-service buffet, but she was approached by one of the staff and offered a coffee with a smile. He was a handsome, tall twenty-five-something guy, but she knew that staff was off-limits for play.
While sipping her coffee, she stretched her long, tanned legs that stuck in leggings under the table. When she bend her head back, her short ponytail tickled her skin between her shoulder blades. Her tank-top was not too revealing, but cool enough for the summer breeze. She wondered why she had decided to come here. A twenty-one year-old secretary in the big city had decided to take part in an adventure!
“Summer holidays, anyone?” was the headline in one of the posts she had read three months ago on a dating site. The post contained a single link to the SFAC page.
Lola had registered on the dating site in the hope of finding her dream partner. Her first sex, three years ago, had ended in disaster. It hadn’t been a date rape. She willingly and knowingly had accompanied her class mate to his room. But the sex had been terrible. Short, painful, by a self-absorbed jerk. Even though he had thanked her afterwards, she had felt so used and abused.
Since then, she didn’t have sex anymore. Not that she didn’t try. She had shown interest in coffee shop acquaintances and co-workers, but all the time she balked out of it, sometimes last minute, because she was terrified by her bad experience.
She found her self so desperate to quench the desire for sex and the feeling between her legs that she bought two dildos online. They became her best friends, and of course they were in the little brown leather bag she took with her to the camp this time.
Her desperation grew over the last months, and she decided to try this no-strings-attached summer camp, far away from anybody who could know her, deep in the hills on the opposite side of the country. Maybe here she could find the confidence to approach a young man, or the calm to be approached.
She was still in her thoughts when a sonorous voice brought her back to reality.
“Do you mind?” The voice belonged to a tanned tall man in his late fifties who sported a short, grey beard and long grey hair.
“The salads over there are great.” He pointed to the buffet.
Lola was slow to react.
“I am still waiting...”
“Oh yes, sure. Have a seat,” Lola managed to reply.
“I am Greg.”
“I am Lola.”
“You could smile a bit, at least,” Greg added with a humorous tone.
“You know that we guys pay at least five times what you ladies pay?”
“Hmmm, no,” Lola replied. But she had asked herself that. How on earth could the organizers make profit from those 1000 bucks she had paid for three weeks, all included.
Lola was greeted with a big smile by a lady in her fifties at the registration counter. She was told her room number and was given two thin leather wristbands with her name on them. Next to the registration was a long counter with baskets full of round metal plates, one inch in diameter. She knew what they were, since she had read the camp instructions very carefully.
A white one with the number “1” on it meant that the wearer did not want to participate in sex. Just looking! Immediately, Lola took one of them and attached it to one of the plastic loops on her band. She also took the light blue one, “H”, meaning hetero, and left the pink one untouched.
She let her eyes wander over the other baskets:
The meaning of the blue “2” and pink “2” were obvious. The wearer were interested in one-on-one, either hetero or homo.
Then there was the golden “MMF” and the silver “FFM”, and it depended on the wearer if he or she wanted a couple or two of the opposite sex for play.
The basket of pink “3” was besides the pink “∞” badges. The muscular guy in his 30s in front of her took one of the latter ones. “Disgusting”, she thought.
Then there was a black and white checkered “G” for “group”, a bronze “GG” for “generation gap”.
A red “A” meant anal is okay, and a green “GB” meant the wearer was begging for a gang bang.
The black “P” was a special one. All participants had in advance been screened twice for diseases and the women were supposed to be on the pill. So condom-free sex was safe. But since the organizers offered all kinds of services, the black badge indicated a woman with the desire to get pregnant. Any man could be hold liable under state law for child support, if the genetic tests were positive, so they needed to become aware of what they got into, no pun intended.
All in all there were 14 different badges and Lola felt so confused. Of course, some badge combinations were mutually exclusive, but the combinations were plentiful.
Unsure what to do next, she decided to step further into the lobby and sit down at one of the empty tables.
More people were coming through the front door. Some were couples holding hands, some were greeted by people who seemed to have waited for them. There were hugs, laughter, and kisses. But only on the cheek, because the lobby was the safe place. No nudity or sexual activity was allowed here. And that included deep kissing and fondling. Lola had read in the manual that breaking the rules would lead to immediate expulsion from the camp.
Since Lola intended to spend her three-week summer holiday here, she was determined to be careful. Staff paid by the organization were wearing white T-shirts with big red SFAC letters on them. They also performed as waiters in the lobby. The far right side of it had a 24-h self-service buffet, but she was approached by one of the staff and offered a coffee with a smile. He was a handsome, tall twenty-five-something guy, but she knew that staff was off-limits for play.
While sipping her coffee, she stretched her long, tanned legs that stuck in leggings under the table. When she bend her head back, her short ponytail tickled her skin between her shoulder blades. Her tank-top was not too revealing, but cool enough for the summer breeze. She wondered why she had decided to come here. A twenty-one year-old secretary in the big city had decided to take part in an adventure!
“Summer holidays, anyone?” was the headline in one of the posts she had read three months ago on a dating site. The post contained a single link to the SFAC page.
Lola had registered on the dating site in the hope of finding her dream partner. Her first sex, three years ago, had ended in disaster. It hadn’t been a date rape. She willingly and knowingly had accompanied her class mate to his room. But the sex had been terrible. Short, painful, by a self-absorbed jerk. Even though he had thanked her afterwards, she had felt so used and abused.
Since then, she didn’t have sex anymore. Not that she didn’t try. She had shown interest in coffee shop acquaintances and co-workers, but all the time she balked out of it, sometimes last minute, because she was terrified by her bad experience.
She found her self so desperate to quench the desire for sex and the feeling between her legs that she bought two dildos online. They became her best friends, and of course they were in the little brown leather bag she took with her to the camp this time.
Her desperation grew over the last months, and she decided to try this no-strings-attached summer camp, far away from anybody who could know her, deep in the hills on the opposite side of the country. Maybe here she could find the confidence to approach a young man, or the calm to be approached.
She was still in her thoughts when a sonorous voice brought her back to reality.
“Do you mind?” The voice belonged to a tanned tall man in his late fifties who sported a short, grey beard and long grey hair.
“The salads over there are great.” He pointed to the buffet.
Lola was slow to react.
“I am still waiting...”
“Oh yes, sure. Have a seat,” Lola managed to reply.
“I am Greg.”
“I am Lola.”
“You could smile a bit, at least,” Greg added with a humorous tone.
“You know that we guys pay at least five times what you ladies pay?”
“Hmmm, no,” Lola replied. But she had asked herself that. How on earth could the organizers make profit from those 1000 bucks she had paid for three weeks, all included.
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Now she knew. The men were paying for it.
She immediately felt like a peace of meat. Lured here with cheap money to be the play-things for rich men like Greg. Her shock grew further when she realized the "GG" and "FFM" badges at his wrist. She blushed and bit her lips.
Greg saw what she was looking at.
“Hey, relax, Lola. We are all here to have fun, and we are bound to honor the badges.” He pointed at her wrist.
“Sorry to have offended you.” Lola could sense some pain in his voice.
“I am just waiting for a couple of friends.” Briskly, he downed the coffee, stood up and walked away.
Lola felt so bad. It was all her fault. Thoughts of her first sex came up again. Everything was just her fault. People walked away from her because of her faults.
She just wanted to stand up, walk after Greg and apologize for her rude behavior, but then she saw that his friends had arrived. It was a couple of women. They could have been be mother and daughter. Both were tall and extremely good looking. One was around twenty and the other around forty or fifty. When they saw Greg, they waved and hurried to him. He embraced them both shortly, and they walked away. Greg looked towards Lola, and both women followed his gaze.
Lola couldn’t hear what he was saying, but both women nodded, smiled and waved briefly at Lola before they disappeared in the hall way to the residential quarters.
After five minutes Lola felt that enough time had passed so that she didn’t run into Greg and his fuck-friends. She shouldered her small bag – one does not need many clothes in a summer camp that is all about sex - and took the stairs to the second floor.
The carpet was lush, the flowers in the vases along the corridor fresh. The rooms did not have a key, but there was a red “Do Not Disturb” sign on each door. Room 2105 showed the reverse side, which was blue: “Come In”.
The room itself was awesome. It had a big bed with lots of pillows and a window all the way down to the floor. The bathroom was big, and an enormous bathtub filled half of it.
She stepped out on the small balcony and saw over the neatly cut grass to the lake.
She could not believe her eyes. Just below her, on the grass, was a couple fucking missionary style. The lady had her legs crossed behind the guy’s back and pushed him deep down. Her hand stroked his back, and he grunted when she buried her nails into his skin.
Lola had seen many porn movies, and this was nothing new. But to see it live was another dimension.
“Fuck me, John,” she moaned.
“Oh Jill, I missed you so much since last year,” he managed to say between his strokes.
Things turned even more raunchy when a short haired Asian lady in her forties turned around the corner and approached the fucking couple. She was completely naked, and her A-cup breasts glistened with sweat. She bent over, and the three exchanged some words. Lola didn’t understand a word, and she also did not see the badges, but John got up from Jill and let the Asian woman sit on her face. She took Jill’s legs in her hands and lifted them up. John then got into Jill again and a frenzy threesome started.
Lola didn’t know if she should be disgusted or amazed. But soon her natural sex drive took over. She felt her pussy getting wet.
Just when she started fingering herself, the Asian lady looked up and saw Lola standing there, watching the action. She threw her head backwards, pinched her nipples and shouted loudly, “Yes, white bitch. Suck me, make me cum,” grinding her pelvis on Jill’s face below her.
She and John exchanged some hot kisses.
“What’s your name, babe?” John asked.
“I am Naomi… fuck me, John!” She got up and changed position, so that she was on all fours facing away from John but still on top of Jill’s face. Naomi wiggled her ass in front of Jerry’s face. His cock popped out of Jill’s vagina and he moved into position to doggy fuck Naomi. Jill spread Naomi’s ass cheeks as wide as she could to make it easier for John to penetrate. At the same time, Jill kept her own legs wide apart, and Lola saw her nicely shaved, wet pussy glistening in the sun. For a moment she thought how tasty that pussy must be. But before she could make up her mind to go down and try it out, a big black guy came closer.
He observed the situation with visible pleasure.
“Hey guys, it seems you need another cock!” He had a big smile on his face. His cock was enormous, even in the semi-hard state. Seeing the wet pussy in front of him, he just waited long enough to take the grunts of the three fucking people as a yes. He moved in front of Naomi who willingly took him in her mouth. In no time he was rock-hard.
“It is play time!” he announced and moved over Jill, slowly getting down between her legs while John was eagerly pounding Naomi from behind.
Lola was in disbelief. She had just been at the camps for thirty minutes and already witnessed a foursome.
She stepped out of her shorts and fingered her dripping wet pussy.
The action became more violent below her. The two men were banging the women hard and fast. The moaning and grunting became more frequent and louder. Just after a couple of minutes, both men came into the pussies of their fuck buddies. Naomi’s cunt was licked by Jill, while her own pussy leaked a huge cum load herself.
Both men laughed, made a high-five and went into the direction of the beach. Naomi and Jill stayed behind and relaxed. They kissed and fondled each other. After a while, Naomi looked up to Lola.
“You enjoyed? Next time you join, eh?”
They got up and parted.
She immediately felt like a peace of meat. Lured here with cheap money to be the play-things for rich men like Greg. Her shock grew further when she realized the "GG" and "FFM" badges at his wrist. She blushed and bit her lips.
Greg saw what she was looking at.
“Hey, relax, Lola. We are all here to have fun, and we are bound to honor the badges.” He pointed at her wrist.
“Sorry to have offended you.” Lola could sense some pain in his voice.
“I am just waiting for a couple of friends.” Briskly, he downed the coffee, stood up and walked away.
Lola felt so bad. It was all her fault. Thoughts of her first sex came up again. Everything was just her fault. People walked away from her because of her faults.
She just wanted to stand up, walk after Greg and apologize for her rude behavior, but then she saw that his friends had arrived. It was a couple of women. They could have been be mother and daughter. Both were tall and extremely good looking. One was around twenty and the other around forty or fifty. When they saw Greg, they waved and hurried to him. He embraced them both shortly, and they walked away. Greg looked towards Lola, and both women followed his gaze.
Lola couldn’t hear what he was saying, but both women nodded, smiled and waved briefly at Lola before they disappeared in the hall way to the residential quarters.
After five minutes Lola felt that enough time had passed so that she didn’t run into Greg and his fuck-friends. She shouldered her small bag – one does not need many clothes in a summer camp that is all about sex - and took the stairs to the second floor.
The carpet was lush, the flowers in the vases along the corridor fresh. The rooms did not have a key, but there was a red “Do Not Disturb” sign on each door. Room 2105 showed the reverse side, which was blue: “Come In”.
The room itself was awesome. It had a big bed with lots of pillows and a window all the way down to the floor. The bathroom was big, and an enormous bathtub filled half of it.
She stepped out on the small balcony and saw over the neatly cut grass to the lake.
She could not believe her eyes. Just below her, on the grass, was a couple fucking missionary style. The lady had her legs crossed behind the guy’s back and pushed him deep down. Her hand stroked his back, and he grunted when she buried her nails into his skin.
Lola had seen many porn movies, and this was nothing new. But to see it live was another dimension.
“Fuck me, John,” she moaned.
“Oh Jill, I missed you so much since last year,” he managed to say between his strokes.
Things turned even more raunchy when a short haired Asian lady in her forties turned around the corner and approached the fucking couple. She was completely naked, and her A-cup breasts glistened with sweat. She bent over, and the three exchanged some words. Lola didn’t understand a word, and she also did not see the badges, but John got up from Jill and let the Asian woman sit on her face. She took Jill’s legs in her hands and lifted them up. John then got into Jill again and a frenzy threesome started.
Lola didn’t know if she should be disgusted or amazed. But soon her natural sex drive took over. She felt her pussy getting wet.
Just when she started fingering herself, the Asian lady looked up and saw Lola standing there, watching the action. She threw her head backwards, pinched her nipples and shouted loudly, “Yes, white bitch. Suck me, make me cum,” grinding her pelvis on Jill’s face below her.
She and John exchanged some hot kisses.
“What’s your name, babe?” John asked.
“I am Naomi… fuck me, John!” She got up and changed position, so that she was on all fours facing away from John but still on top of Jill’s face. Naomi wiggled her ass in front of Jerry’s face. His cock popped out of Jill’s vagina and he moved into position to doggy fuck Naomi. Jill spread Naomi’s ass cheeks as wide as she could to make it easier for John to penetrate. At the same time, Jill kept her own legs wide apart, and Lola saw her nicely shaved, wet pussy glistening in the sun. For a moment she thought how tasty that pussy must be. But before she could make up her mind to go down and try it out, a big black guy came closer.
He observed the situation with visible pleasure.
“Hey guys, it seems you need another cock!” He had a big smile on his face. His cock was enormous, even in the semi-hard state. Seeing the wet pussy in front of him, he just waited long enough to take the grunts of the three fucking people as a yes. He moved in front of Naomi who willingly took him in her mouth. In no time he was rock-hard.
“It is play time!” he announced and moved over Jill, slowly getting down between her legs while John was eagerly pounding Naomi from behind.
Lola was in disbelief. She had just been at the camps for thirty minutes and already witnessed a foursome.
She stepped out of her shorts and fingered her dripping wet pussy.
The action became more violent below her. The two men were banging the women hard and fast. The moaning and grunting became more frequent and louder. Just after a couple of minutes, both men came into the pussies of their fuck buddies. Naomi’s cunt was licked by Jill, while her own pussy leaked a huge cum load herself.
Both men laughed, made a high-five and went into the direction of the beach. Naomi and Jill stayed behind and relaxed. They kissed and fondled each other. After a while, Naomi looked up to Lola.
“You enjoyed? Next time you join, eh?”
They got up and parted.
