Anna Goes to Camp

We kept walking to the edge of the downtown area and Brianne eventually stopped in front of a dingy place called the Elmdale Tavern.

"Well," she said with a smile. "Here we are."

I was bit surprised that this dumpy place was where we were headed but I just accepted it. I was about to move to the door and open it when Brianne stopped me.

"Oh no babe," she said. "We have to go in the back way." She winked at me and the other girls giddily followed her as she made her way around the side of the building.

I followed along and watched as Brianne rapped on the back door. A moment or two later an older man opened the door.

"Hi Brian," Brianne greeted him warmly. "We're here!"

"I see that." he chuckled as he eyed her up and down. "You look very saucy tonight."

"All for you babe," she stepped up and put her arms around his neck.

He was definitely older than her father. Not a great looking guy, but not ugly either. He had a bolt of gray hair pulled back into a pony-tail, along with a gray goatee. He was probably six feet tall, but he did have one hell of a beer belly on him.

"Always appreciated," he smiled as he gripped her waist and worked his hands over her ass.. "But you'll have to hang back for a few minutes."

"No prob," Brianne smiled at me.

The five of us went inside and stayed back as Brian told us to. I heard him call out to the waitress and told her she could call it a night. I couldn't resist glancing around the corner and I saw the waitress as she thanked Brian. She wasn't much older than me! And she was clad in a bikini top and a thong.

I ducked my head back quickly as she walked down the hall and went into a room short of where we were hiding out.

"What the hell kind of place did you bring us to?" I whispered with a giggle to Brianne.

"A place where older guys hang out," she whispered back to me with a wink.

"Oh god," Tracey bit her lower lip. "I hope Santa is here again."

"God!" Brianne chided her in whisper and a playfully nudge. "You have such a Santa fetish."

A few minutes later I stuck my head around the corner again. I saw the waitress - now fully clothed - heading out, and I also saw Brian usher another patron out right after. Then he locked the front door.

"Come on out ladies," he called back to us.

Natalie, Tracey and Kristie all quickly moved past me and went down the hall. Brianne moved slowly and ran her hand over my shoulder as she beckoned me to follow her.

I shook my head and smiled as I followed her. Ahead of me I heard Tracey squeal 'Santa!' and by the time I got the floor she was straddling an older fat man with a white beard. I giggled to myself and thought 'Santa fits'.

Kristie and Natalie both snuggled up next to a couple of older men who were in their fifties at least! Brianne nudged me and gestured to the one single guy left in the place. "He's yours," she whispered to me. "Enjoy it," she said with a wink.

Brianne then left my side and followed Brian around the bar and embraced him and gave him a big kiss.

"Before she blows you," 'Santa' called out. "Can I get a beer for my favorite girl?"

"Thank you Santa!" Tracey squealed. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. His hands were all over her ass and he had even raised her dress up so her ass was visible.

"Anyone else?" Brian called out from behind the bar as he pulled himself from Brianne's embrace.

The two guys with Natalie and Kristie both happily agreed. I put on my best sultry walk and went over to the last guy left. He was good looking. Probably in his late forties by the amount of gray hair he had.

"Would you like to buy me a beer?" I asked coyly as I stood in front of his table.

"Why the hell not?" he smiled at me.

This was an incredible learning experience for me. I found out that I hated beer, and wasn't really a fan of smoking either.

Yet I did both to make myself more appealing to John, the forty-eight year old man I was sitting next to.

Even though I didn't like beer it got to me quickly. I felt quite tipsy in short order and got very flirtatious with John.

The thing was nobody told me what to do after this point. I knew I wanted to him to fuck me, but what was I supposed to do?

I couldn't ask Brianne since she was blowing Brian the bartender. I couldn't see her but it was apparent what was going on behind the bar.

Fortunately Tracey gave me the cue without knowing it. She lead 'Santa' into the men's room.

A few moments later Natalie and then Kristie both lead the men they were with into the ladies room.

I glanced back at the bar and smiled as I saw Brian holding his shirt up and breathing heavy.

I looked at John and smiled coyly at him. "Wanna go to the men's room?"

He smiled and nodded at me.

I stood up and extended my hand and began to lead him to the men's room. Both bathroom doors were wedged open, so when we passed the ladies' room I couldn't help but glance inside.

WOW!!!! Both Natalie and Kristie's clothes were on the floor. Natalie was up on the counter where the sinks were and getting drilled by her guy. I was able to see that Kristie was in one of the stalls. She was barefoot and appeared to be enjoying herself.

As we entered the men's room I could see that Tracey and 'Santa' hadn't bothered to close the door of the stall they were in. As we passed I could see her, totally naked, riding him face to face.

I walked up to the sink counter and then turned and smiled at John. I undid the button of my jeans and looked at him. "So what do you want to do with me?" I asked coyly.

A few moments later I was naked and bent over the toilet in the stall next to where Tracey was getting laid. I had both hands braced against the tile at the back, and one foot up on the toilet seat as John fucked me from behind.

GOD!!!! His cock felt so good up inside me! He was like Mr. Dylan and uncut, and this time I could feel his foreskin inside me as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of me.

John grunted and groaned a bit and then came to a stop.

"What's wrong?" I asked with short breath,.

He straightened up and I saw him run his hands through his hair. "You just look so much like my daughter," he almost whimpered.

I smiled and rocked myself back against him. "And that's a problem why?" I asked playfully.

I heard him grunt and force himself into me. "It's not a problem," he exhaled heavily.

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him. "Would it help if I called you 'daddy'?"

He gripped my hips and started drilling his cock in and out of me. "It might," he groaned at me.

I moaned loudly as John drove his cock deeper into me. "Oh yes daddy!" I hissed. "Fuck me deep!"

I felt myself cum all over his cock. As I did I glanced down and saw Tracey's bare feet. She was still riding 'Santa' and doing her quick 'yeses' as she did.

I bit my lower lip and concentrated on how good John's cock felt inside me. I arched my back a bit and leaned into him. I SO wanted to feel him cum inside me.

Before we got there, Tracey and I got into a playful shouting match. I'd yell 'oh daddy' and she'd yell back ' oh Santa'.

A few moments later I felt John's hands tighten on my waist and I felt his pace increase. He was close.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation. I SO wanted him to cum inside me! So? I begged him to.

"Oh daddy!" I whimpered. "Please cum inside me!"

He obliged.

GOD!!! Feeling his cum spew up into me was an incredible sensation! I moaned loudly as I felt his cum splash up inside me. What a feeling!

I lowered my left foot off the toilet and then rocked myself back against him. I reached a hand back and caressed his neck. "Thank you daddy," I cooed to him,

******

"Holy shit that was fucking hot!" I giggled to Tracey as we made our way back into the woods to head back to camp.

"Wasn't it though?" she giggled back. She had her shoes on, but was walking along with her dress slung over her shoulder. "I love Santa,." she sighed as she leaned against me while we trudged through the woods. "He has such a great cock," she purred.

"It certainly sounded like it," giggled back to her as I laid my head down onto her shoulder.

"Hey you." Brianne called from behind us. "Can you light me a smoke?"

I lifted my head from Tracey's shoulder and smiled back at Brianne. "I think that can be arranged."

Tracey kept walking along, naked as a jaybird, with Natalie and Kristie in tow, as I paused and dug into my pocket for the pack of cigarettes. I felt Brianne brush my hair away from my shoulder as I did.

"You were a fucking pro again tonight," she smiled at me.

I glanced over at our three friends walking ahead of us. "They're pros too," I said as I finally pulled the pack free from my tight jeans.

"Of course they are," Brianne smiled at me. "But you'd be surprised to find out how many girls didn't pass the Elmdale Tavern test."

I lit a smoke and passed to Brianne as I eyed her curiously. "That was a test?" I asked.

"No," she said softly after taking a drag and exhaling slowly. She locked her arm into mine and lead me back to camp. "But I am impressed you went through with it," she giggled as we walked along.

I smiled as we walked through the woods. I was impressed with myself too.

******

The next few days passed by with boring camp activities and more fun times for the Freaky Fivesome. I managed to endure the camp activities by concentrating on the mischief my new friends and I could get up to.

I found the time though to rip off an email to my dad. I lied throughout most of it. I didn't lie about the great friends I had made though. I paused before I sent it though. I felt a devilish smile cross my face and I even typed out a paragraph about our trip to the Elmdale Tavern! I explained in lurid detail about fucking a forty-eight year old stranger and calling him 'daddy'.

Being devilish but not stupid I deleted that paragraph and instead typed 'I miss you SO much daddy!' then sent it off. I sighed deeply as I sat there for a moment. I closed my eyes and imagined what it might be like to fuck my own father. That got me pretty wet.

The next day during dinner Brianne told us all that the 'thong game' was planned for tonight. All of us rushed through our dinners so we could get back to our cabin and wait for Mr. Bishop to arrive.

I was cuddling with Natalie on my cot and I asked her what fucking Mr. Bishop was like.

"Oh it's the best," she cooed to me as she ran her hands over my tits. "He's got the greatest cock ever," she purred. "And he knows how to use it. I am SO jealous of Brianne because she gets to fuck him all the time," she giggled.

A short time later Mr. Bishop arrived and the five thongs went into a bag.

YES!!!! He had reached his hand into the bag and pulled my red thong out. I was finally going to get to experience what fucking him would be like.

I bit my lower lip in nervous anticipation as Mr. Bishop got undressed at the foot of my cot. I was actually trembling a bit I was so looking forward to this.

"Do me a favor," Brianne called out from her cot where she was cuddling with Kristie. "Try not to call him 'daddy'," she chuckled.

"Don't pay any attention to her," Mr. Bishop smiled warmly at me as he eased himself onto my cot. "You can call me whatever you want," he gently put a hand to my cheek.

I leaned in and gave him a big kiss. "Yes sir," I cooed to him as our lips parted.

He reached his hand down and guided his gorgeous stiff cock towards my waiting and drenched pussy. I was literally aching for him to be inside me!

OH MY GOD!!!! When he slid up inside me I came instantly! I pulled his face to mine and kissed even more passionately than before.

"I think she likes it," Kristie giggled from across the room.

Likes it? I fucking LOVED it! Our tongues were intertwined as he began his motion in and out of me. His pacing was perfect and so was his placement! Each thrust into me his cock head would hit my g-spot sending waves of pleasure throughout my body!

"Oh god yes!" I moaned loudly as our lips parted again. "This feels SO good!"

"For me too hon," he said in a near whisper.

I beamed a smile at him and arched my back a bit. "Go deeper," I cooed.

He shifted his position slightly and raised my legs up. With my feet perched on his shoulders he leaned into me and pushed his wonderful cock so deep inside me. I could feel myself squirting my hot goo all over his cock as he plunged it in and out me!

"God yes!" I moaned loudly. I reached my hands down and tightly gripped his taut ass. This was SO much better than fucking some clumsy eighteen year old with acne. This forty-nine year old man was gorgeous and sexy to me. His handsome good looks combined with his smoldering sexuality was a killer combination.

My head was tilted back from pure ecstasy. I couldn't even tell if the moans of pleasure were mine or from the other girls as they played elsewhere in the cabin. I knew I was cumming buckets over Mr. Bishop's wonderful cock as he continued to plunge it deep inside me.

I noticed my feet bouncing off his shoulders with each deep thrust he gave me. I could only imagine what I looked like in my pleasure induced state, but Mr. Bishop had a serene calmness in his face as he continued to fuck me. I found that to be incredibly sexy for some reason.

"Fuck me," came a long slow wail. That one I knew was me! I couldn't help but smile for hearing that come out of my mouth. He already was fucking me! And he didn't need any urging.

Maybe it was just too surreal for me. This incredibly hot and sexy older man, the father to my new friend - a man who I had seen fuck his daughter and fuck one of my other friends - was now fucking me! And it felt so incredibly good! Way better than my romp in the men's room with John!

I looked up at him with an adoring look on my face. He smiled warmly at me and leaned in for another passionate kiss. I gripped his ass cheeks even tighter as our lips locked and his great cock continued to send waves of pleasure through me.

I felt him tense up a bit and I knew he was close. "Oh yes," I hissed when our lips parted. "Cum for me! Fill me up!"

"Oh I will," he breathed heavily. "I can't tell you how wonderful you feel to me hon."

I came hard again the second he said that! I felt some of goo spew out of my pussy around his thick cock.

He leaned a bit deeper into me and I felt it the second he blew his load. "God yes!" I hissed loudly as I felt his hot cum spew forth into my pussy. Wow! He came so much! I could continue to feel long shots of cum exploding inside me! I came even harder than before! The sensation was SO incredibly hot!

When Mr. Bishop slid out of me I saw how much of own cum coated his cock. "Wow," he mumbled.

"Wow indeed," I chuckled back. "Thank you SO much Mr. Bishop," I cooed.

"My pleasure hon," he replied with a wink as she stood up and began to get dressed. I was sorry to see him leave us, but I understood this was the drill. He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips before departing and I thanked him again for fucking me senseless.

The other girls were given the usual warning about being back in their own cabins before bed-check. Less than ten minutes later they were all dressed and out the door leaving Brianne and I alone.

"You looked like you enjoyed that a little TOO much," she giggled as she walked over to my cot.

"My god," I chuckled. "But can your dad fuck!" I leaned over and reached into my bag and pulled out a small mirror. "Oh shit," I winced as I saw my reflection. "Great I look like I just fell off a turnip truck!" My face was coated with sweat and strands of my red hair were pasted to my forehead.

"You didn't hear any complaints did you?" Brianne giggled as she caressed my leg. "And it is a physical activity after all."

I smiled and tossed the mirror back into my bag and ran my hands through my hair. "I guess," I sighed.

"Now," she slapped my thigh gently. "Get those legs spread."

I smiled at her and did as I was told. "Yes ma'am," I giggled to her.

I moaned softly as I felt Brianne stroke her hand over my still soaked pussy and push two fingers inside me. "Wow," she said with genuine awe as she pulled her fingers out and glanced at them, coated with her father's cum. "Looks like daddy came buckets for you."

"It sure felt like it," I let out a contented sigh.

She licked her fingers clean and glanced down at my pussy. "It definitely looks like it too," she giggled.

I knew what she was talking about. I could feel some of Mr. Bishop's cum oozing out of me. I loved how it felt.

Brianne lowered her head and licked up her father's cum from the outside of my pussy. I let out a contented moan as her velvety tongue traced against my lips.

"Seems like you came buckets too," she giggled at me before darting her tongue back into my pussy and swirling it around.

"Like I said," I cooed back. "Your father can fuck."

******

Later that night we were in my cot with the lights out when a councilor quietly opened the door and peered in. I heard whoever it was sigh and then close the door.

"Don't worry," Brianne mumbled from next to me. "Daddy will lie for us."

"I'm not worried," I replied as I nestled myself against her naked body. "We're not doing anything that contravenes camp rules."

"Oh yes we are," she giggled back to me in the darkness.

"Well they haven't caught us at that," I chuckled. "But right now? We're just sleeping in the same cot."

"True enough," she replied.

"Besides," I sighed. "Even if they did freak out on us or anything it's not a big deal. After all it is your last year here."

"Once again," she gave me a kiss on the head. "True enough," she twirled some of my hair through her fingers. "So tell me something," she said softly. "When my daddy was fucking you, did you think of your own father?"

"No," I said matter-of-factly as I raised my head slightly. "I didn't."

"Hmm," she mumbled back. "Did you think about him when you were fucking what's his name at the tavern."

"Well a bit then," I chuckled slightly. "After all I did call him 'daddy'."

Brianne chuckled softly. "I know, I heard. I know you said incest was wrong when we chatted online but do you ever think about it?"

"I have," I confessed with a sigh. "But how would I even bring it up?"

"You could let me give it a shot," she chuckled. "I can be very persuasive when I've got a man's cock in my mouth."

"Oh Bri," I laughed. "Come on."

"Hey," she chided me. "You fucked my daddy."

"Only because he drew my thong," I said with a grin.

"Oh you wanted to fuck him the moment you met him," she gave me a playful swat.

"I did," I agreed. "Can I ask how you and your dad got started? I did ask him but he didn't get into specifics."

"What did he say," Brianne asked as she twirled her fingers through my hair again. It was like I just asked her about the weather. I couldn't believe how at ease she was with the fact that she was fucking her own father.

"Well he said that he thought you were on a mission to get back at your mother," I told her.

She chuckled softly. "He tells himself that," she sighed. "The thing is I wanted to fuck him even before my mother left us."

"Really?" I asked in amazement as I shifted my position slightly and looked her in the face.

"When I was younger," she smiled at me in the darkness. "I saw my daddy fucking my mother once," she shrugged. "After that he wasn't just my daddy but this sexual god! I wanted him SO bad!"

"Wow," I nestled myself back into her embrace. "I've never seen my dad fucking," I sighed.

"I could help you out with that," she chuckled.

"Right," I smiled as I closed my eyes. "I do owe you a solid for letting me fuck your dad."

Brianne kissed me on the head again. "Besides," she said with a sigh. "Think of how much fun the four of us could have at our cabin next summer."