Sex Camp

We met up in the girls room, first day of school… #Anonymous

All 6th graders, and like me, my friends were 11, and 12 year olds, too.

“Oh, my god. You won’t believe what’s been going on at camp!”

“What? Tell us!” A bunch more stuff like that, but all the girls were jumping up, and down.

“You know miss Temple.”

“Yeah, of course.” They stopped going to camp completely, because it was childish, they said. also, i guess it’s cultural appropriation, Camp Wigwam, when there isn’t a single Native American anywhere near here, they all got marched off by cowboys to Oklahoma.

“Well, she’s the only lady there, so she can check in on the girl’s tent when we’re getting ready for bed.” So, we don’t have to worry about men looking in on us in our nighties, or changing out of our underwear. Oh yeah, and she’s the one that takes us to the shower, too. One big shower, for boys, and girls, but the boys get it another time. Not all at once, of course. that would be impossible to handle.

“It’s not a tent.”

“Yeah, it’s just a shack.”

“Okay? Cabin then, I don’t know why they call them that, but will you let me finish? So anyway, my dad asked me if she was still up to her old tricks, and. Um.” I pulled out the story I’d written, to check. He called her Susan, instead of Ms. Temple, because they were both about the same age, when they used to go to camp together. That’s all I remember, but the girls were getting antsy. “Well, he hinted at it, but he didn’t spoil the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

“Yeah, we’re dying to know.”

“You’re not dying, god.”

“Well,”

“Oh,” I mocked her, “They’re shacks, not tents.”

“Uh!” So that shut her up.

I grinned. “So anyway, they set up these logs, cut in half, with a pipe down the middle, and caps screwed on the end, to lift weights, and some of the boys lifted weights too, but Ms. Temple hung around to watch them getting pumped up, and then she went off with this one. New guy, Mr. Cowl. Not like Simon Cowell, no E, and 1 L, like an Owl.”

“Uh huh, and did they do it?”

“I don’t know, probably, and I bet it was his idea to make weights, and play muscle beach with the boys.”

“Uh huh. I bet he looked real good, working on his muscles.”

“Yeah, they all did. Especially when they. You know.” I bent over, to pick up an imaginary barbell, and stood up. “Hold it up, like this.”

“Snatch, clean, and jerk.” We all laughed loudly, until she explained. “That’s what they call it,” Still giggling, “Snatch, clean, and jerk. Honest.”

“Okay, so.” I checked my phone, “Uhm.” There wasn’t much time left before the bell.

“Did you get any pictures?” They tried to take it, so I held it back over my shoulder, with both hands, and turned it off.

“No? They don’t allow cellphones in camp, and there’s no reception anyway.” One of the big reasons none of them wanted to go to Camp Wishy Washy any more, I bet. “You know that.”

“So, then what happened?”

“Okay,” I skipped ahead a lot, “Well then, we got ready for bed, and Ms. Temple.”

“She’s still not married?”

“Yeah, she’s an old maid.”

“Uh, guys! Of course she’s not married, stop. Just stop, we only have about 20 minutes of lunch left, okay?”

“Okay, okay, so then what happened?”

“Well, I got up, and snuck out, but the boys were all crowded around the councilors’. Building.” Okay, she’s right. It is silly calling them tents, or the chuck wagon, when that’s not a wagon, either. It’s really more like a garage, with tables. “Huh, they had their pants down, and their boners out, looking in the windows, and Ms. Temple. You won’t believe this, but she was up on one of the tables, and all the men were lined up, naked.”

“OMGhihnm!”

“She was not.”

“Getting gangbanged, really?”

“Yeah, really. Sometimes 3 at a time.”

“You mean, up the butt too?” She looked around, “Well, do the math, guys. One in here.” She pointed at her mouth, “One in here,” her crotch, “And that just leaves one more. Back there.” Behind her.

They just looked shocked, some of them with their mouth’s wide open, and shaking their heads, then they looked over at me.

“No.”

“Totally, yes! I mean, the first three, she just had one in each hand, and the third one in her mouth, but then they put rubbers on, and and she got back up on the table, and then she got back down on the floor, and on top of one man on the floor, while another one got down on his knees to get head, but then the one inside her pulled out, and pulled his rubber off, and shot it all up her asscrack. So then, another guy got down, and started screwing it in. Analy.”

“Oh my god.”

“Gross.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No.” She looked around. “What? I’ve had dumps as big as that before, and so have you. Don’t act like you don’t take dumps, or your crap don’t stink, or it’s never big, and hard, like.”

“Ahihihihn!”

“You totally took it up the butt.”

“So? We didn’t have any rubbers, and I’m not on birth control.”

“Who was it?”

“I can’t say.”

“Come on.”

“No, I really can’t say, because he’s in middle school, and he could get in trouble.”

“How big?”

“Yeah, you said big, but how big?”

“Well?” She held up her fingers. “This big, or maybe.” She widened them a little. “A little bigger.”

“And it didn’t hurt?”

“No? He fingers it first to loosen me up, and he’s careful, because he knows it hurts, because he used to do it with his girlfriend before, but they broke up, and he started going out with me, but don’t tell. Anyone, ever. Promise.”

“Okay, we promise.” Pinkies all around, but that just reminded me of the boys, turning around. after they got finished in there, and they started pulling their pants up, some of them were done, but others still had boners, and they didn’t see me. That first night, but then they came back. To watch Ms. Temple do it again, and again, every single night. She’s insatiable, and from what dad told me when I got back, she always was.

“I am.” I was blushing, hard, but I had to brag, a little more. “I’m on birth control now. Huh!” I got out the compact, and showed it around. “It really helps, too. I’m not getting cramps any more, and when my period does come, it’s not as bad.”

“Lucky!”

“Yeah, how’d your dad ever allow that?”

“He didn’t allow it.” It was his idea, honestly. “Uh, he just took me to the doctor, for a checkup, and he said oh yeah. She’s going to be a teenager now, so we better discuss birth control options, and that was it.”

“Well, what about rubbers?”

“You know as well as anybody that boys don’t always use rubbers, and bareback, really?”

“Well,” she grinned, and looked up. Took a deep breath, “Yeah.” And smiled.

“Well, aren’t you worried about diseases a little?”

“No? He only had one other girlfriend, and no boyfriends, and besides. He got tested, he’s clean.”

“Wait, you said boyfriends.”

“Yeah, is your boyfriend, bisexual?”

“I don’t know, maybe? Bi-curious, a little. That’s another good reason why he doesn’t want to find out about it, but yeah. He likes bisexual threesomes porn. I guess.”

“You mean 2 bi guys, and a girl.”

“Yeah, I’m not interested. In getting lezzy, in case you’re wondering, no.”

“We weren’t even asking that!”

“But he’d be totally down with sharing, another man with him.”

“I don’t know, and he’s not a man. Not yet, I told you, he’s in middle school. So, maybe another bicurious boy, some day, if we ever find one.” she nodded.

“That’s so hot.”

“Uh!” I just left, to see if the had anything worth eating in the cafeteria, before the bell rang, and grabbed a sandwich.

God, here I was about to confess getting bukkaked, and all they really cared about was little miss butt slut, and her gay ass boyfriend.

“Huh!” I guess I’ll get a chance to tell them later.

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