DirtyMeStoryTime Rants/Camping trip

""Lydia was my daughter," the old woman says, "She died in a car wreck by that overpass in 1923.""

I closed my eyes in fright, then opened them, wanting to see other people, not the darkness behind my eyelids.

"Did that really happen?" They nodded, saying it had really happened. I shivered, hoping no ghosts were around us now.

With that, we all started getting ready to go to sleep, tired from the long trip.

We all stripped down, this time two of the other's joining me in the first bed in the camper. I noted that two took the other, not freaking out about being in the same bed as another guy. I was glad they stopped being silly. The last curled up in a sleeping bag on the floor. Surprising enough, this time, only the two sleeping in the same bed as me took off all their clothes.

They pressed themselves against me, one in front of me, one behind. Their skin was warm, feeling nice pressed against me. I fell asleep being cuddled by two guys. I always loved cuddling.

I woke up, a face inches from my face, and jerked back. So close. Was he trying something while he slept?

I looked at him a bit. No, he wasn't trying to kiss me, wasn't trying to have sex with me like that. I wondered if I should sleep with them. What happened if our lips touched while we slept? How would I explain to my parents if I got pregnant, that we didn't kiss like that on purpose.

He looked so innocent, and I immediately felt bad thinking he might be trying to have sex with me like that while we slept.

I got up careful so I would not wake them, then snuck out. The morning sun greeted me, and although it was a little chilly, it wasn't as bad as it was when the sun went down, or when we were riding in the back of the pickup.

I went back in, found my clothes bag in the cabinet built into the wall, and grabbed my underwear, slipping them on, followed by a black circle skirt, a white lace halter top, and my hiking shoes. They did not match that well, but my other shoes were not that great for outdoors, so I didn't have much choice.

I walked out, saw the lake, and immediately a thought hit me. Swimming!

I went back in, looked through all my packed clothes. Bras and panties. Bleh on the bras. It felt better without, and there were not strangers all around. Shirts, blouses, sweaters, coats. Jeans, skirts, shorts. Dresses. Shoes.

I realized that I had completely forgotten my bathing suit.

With a sigh, I shoved everything in, too frustrated with myself to even bother to put them back in properly. As I finished, a couple of the others had started waking.

I went outside, and tried to set up the camping stove. No matter what I did, I could not get it to work.

Peter stumbled out of the camper, still half asleep, and I saw him take out his wee wee, peeing against the side of the camper.

"Hey, don't do that!" I told him, thinking how icky it would be to step in his pee. He looked at me, a little shocked. "Do what?"

"Pee over here. We will be here for a while. I don't want it all stinky with pee and poo!"

"Yeah, look at you over there, in a see through shirt, sitting there giving all the guys..." he was abruptly cut off when Justin came out, growling at him to "shut up". I wondered what he was talking about. I looked down, and realized you could see my chest through my shirt.

"Justin? Is something wrong with my shirt?" I asked, as he quietly argued with Peter. He waved at me, quickly letting me know that it was fine, it looked nice, and he and Peter were walking away. I heard a shouted "Don't fuck this up asshole!" before voices were again too quiet for me to hear.

While I was still trying to puzzle out how to set up the stupid camp stove, Harry and Dick came out. "Harry, Dick, do one of you know how to put this stupid thing together?" I asked. "Sorry, I wanted to cook breakfast for you guys, but I cannot get it together..."

They laughed, then Harry came over. He popped and pulled and poof, it was all ready. "Okay, now that it is set up, all you need to do is turn this, push this," he said, turning and pushing.

The flame came on, and it was all ready.

Suddenly, more yelling came from the other side of the camper. No one could understand what was said. "What's up?" Harry asked Dick.

"They are arguing," I told them. They both looked at me, then nodded. "We will deal with it," Dick said, and he and Harry went off to find Peter and Justin. Soon, they came back, with Peter holding his head down.

"Sorry Loli. I didn't mean to snap at you. I am just a little crabby in the morning." he said.

I ran over to him, threw my arms around him, and gave him a big hug. "It's okay," I told him. "My dad gets crabby too when he first wakes up."

I pulled back, looking him in the eye. "So, are you going to pee near the camp again?"

He rolled his eyes, and was elbowed. "No. Sorry about that too."

"Okay," I nodded, glad he was being good now. You had to make sure everyone knew the rules, or it would be a total mess. I threw on my puppy expression. "And my shirt?"

He cleared his throat. "Your shirt looks wonderful Loli. It is very beautiful."

I threw my arms around him again and gave him a big hug.

"It's okay. Thank you." I stepped back, tweaked his nose, and told him, "If you keep being all crabby, I will start calling you Crabby Bear instead of Peter Insidya."

Eventually, everyone started helping out as I cooked the food. I honestly didn't like the looks of most of it. Bacon. Sausage. Hash browns. The eggs were okay. As everyone sat down to eat, I racked my brains trying to figure out how to get them to eat more vegetables.

I ate one egg, and that was about it. We put the kettle on, until it was nice and hot, then filled cups full of instant coffee and hot water. Small sips as we let it cool down.

"So," I said. "Any horses around?" I asked, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Not that I see," was the answer in a serious voice. I bit my lip, completely disappointed. I had thought the surprise was horses. What else would you ride?

"Oh," I said. "But, the surprise..." I cut off, not wanting to ruin it.

"Oh, the surprise," Harry said, winking and nudging the other two beside him. He explained what I meant.

"Loli, there is no surprise. We were just planning what we would do while camping. We thought the surprise would be the hiking and swimming and stuff. We have a few other games planned too."

"Oh," I said, not sure if I was disappointed or not.

"Today, we just plan to relax around here. Go swimming, things like that."

"Oh," I said again. "I forgot my swimming suit..." I told them, feeling horrible again.

"Well, we planned to go skinny dipping, so, it doesn't really matter."

"Skinny dipping?" I asked, tasting the words, not sure what they meant.

"Yeah. You just swim with no clothes on."

"But, aren't you worried about things trying to swim, well, you know, in there," I told them. I had the horrified vision of a fish swimming into my flower and me not being able to get it back out.

They laughed, one roaring, and I started laughing along with them. "No worries Loli. That doesn't happen in real life. The fish prefer to stay away from people, so will avoid us."

"Oh," I said, then nodded. It made sense.

It was sort of exciting. I had never been allowed to swim naked. My parents would not even let me wear a bikini. One reason I was frustrated that I left it at home, hoping to be able to wear it while I was away from my parents. But, the thought of just being able to swim with nothing on was just as fun.

"Okay!" I said, and watched the guys eat and talk.

After, I cleaned up, taking the few utensils to the stream, washing them, then picked up all the paper towels the guys had used. I wanted to grump at them to clean up their own mess, but I didn't want to ruin the fun by being some naggy girl, since they all seemed to like me.

After, a couple guys went fishing, and I walked around a bit, enjoying the trees. Justin came over again, asking me if I could help him yet again. I sighed. It was easier, and I was glad I wore my skirt. I was able to take off my underwear, and leave my skirt on, instead of being all hobbily with my pants around my ankles. He repeated the same ritual, spitting on his hand, then rubbing it all over his wee wee, before pushing it in. He finished quickly, and I pulled up my panties, the white stuff leaking out of my flower. We were close enough to the camp to see the others, but far enough to barely be able to make them out. It almost seemed like they were watching us, but it was hard to tell.

"Justin," I asked him.

"Yes?" He replied.

"What is this stuff? The white stuff, well, not quite white, but...almost. Is it like puss or something? Like from a pimple?"

He shook his head no, another strange look. "It is called cum. What happens is it builds up in here," he said, then showed me the two things hanging below his wee wee. "If we do not get it out, it will start hurting. We call it blue balls."

"Oh," I said. I wasn't sure what else to say.

"Anyways, our, this," he said, pointing at his wee wee.

"Your wee wee?" I asked him.

"Yes, our wee wee. It gets swollen because of all the cum that is made here. So, it isn't getting all big because something is wrong with it, but because of too much cum here."

I nodded. It made sense. "But, why don't all guys have this problem?"

He chuckled. "They do. Normally, we just rub it until we get all the extra out. Not all guys have such a wonderful friend as you to help."

I paused, a little nervous. "Umm, is it okay?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, I sort of...swallowed some of it before."

He laughed. "You are very special." He said. It was sort of confusing, but I nodded, not sure what else to do. "Yes, it is protein. You know, like eggs."

"Oh, so, I won't get sick?" He shook his head no.

"Oh. Well, I just want to help," I said. "Thank you for explaining it." I almost told him I didn't like the taste, but I didn't want to make him feel bad, so I just kept quiet.

He nodded, then headed back. I thought about this, and about how all guys seemed to have this problem. I wondered if there was anyway to stop it. I still didn't even understand what it was for.

Justin telling me what a wonderful friend I was though made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I vowed to not get annoyed when they asked me to help again. I understood how it could be. Like cramps during your moon flow, but down there instead of inside. I always hated that time, and while I could not take care of it as easily as they apparently could, I was just glad I could help.

I pulled back on my panties and enjoyed the forest. The breeze bringing the smells of flowers, and pine trees. It was so crisp up here, and so clean. No smog in the air. It was also nice to be away from all the people in the city. I like the city and all, but it was nice to get away from it. No horns honking. No people getting angry. No yelling from houses. No one shooting each other. Just peace and quiet.

Eventually, I headed back to camp, to start getting lunch ready. In front of the stove was a bunch of fish that had apparently been caught.

I had watched my mom cook fresh caught fish, even helped her out, when we went camping, so I knew what to do. Soon, I had a plateful of fish to go with a few fruits. Of vegetables, the guys were, well, guys. I wanted to growl at them, and bit my tongue. I didn't like animals dying to feed me, so I rarely ate meat. Fish, eggs, milk, they were okay. The silly vegans were just that, silly, for thinking all animal stuff was wrong. I ate my fish and we talked, about different matters. I watched the guys argue a bit about this or that, but it was relaxed. Good natured. I was glad I had come and made these new friends.

After we finished, and I finished cleaning up, we lazed around, not doing anything but enjoy quiet. A couple took naps, and as it got a little later, I decided I wanted to go play with the sand, and maybe swim a little after.

I went to the camper, took off all my clothes, my shoes, until I stood there in nothing. I enjoyed the sun over my skin, the breeze gently tickling it.

I went over and sat down in the sand, making little sand castles, funny shapes.

I noticed the guys who were not napping watching me, smiled and waved, then went back to the sand.

Eventually, they came over. "What you doing?" I showed them my sand figures and drawings. My sand castles, which sadly did not do very good at staying together, since the sand did not seem to like sticking.

They commented on it, and I decided it was time to wash off.

"I am going swimming. Who is going to join me?" I asked. All the guys agreed it sounded wonderful, as the sun seemed to be at its hottest. They stripped down, throwing their clothes on the ground. I tisked at them, then gathered their clothes and took them to the camper. "I will wash them later," I told them. I ran into the water, squealing as the icy cold hit me. It was cold, so very cold, that I lost my breath. I went back, closer to the shore, and took it more slowly. Eventually, I it started feeling okay as I got used to it. I swam out, and joined the guys. When I swam underwater, I realized that all their wee wees were small. Great. I would not need to worry about helping them right now.

We played tag, and they swam under me, their fingers poking my flower. A couple times, they even pushed inside me. Then, they would pop out and say, "Your it!"

Other times, they poked my boobies, before proclaiming I was it, or my butt. After a while, I joined in, and poked their butts, and their wee wees. I guess these were the new rules?

We stopped, and they just swam around as I got out, got their clothes from the days before, some soap, and brought it back. I hand washed all of our clothes and then asked about a clothesline. Together, they finally found some rope and a couple trees a little away from camp to hang the laundry on. Since no one thought to bring pins or hangars, I was left draping them over the line.

Peter stayed, watching me, and I noticed his wee wee growing. The rest of the guys all had their clothes on, but Peter was still undressed, like me. "Umm, sorry again about earlier." He said. I let him know it was okay. "So, ummm," he pointed at his wee wee. "I was told you could help?"

"Sure," I said, remembering what Justin told me. I knelt down and put it in my mouth, doing as I had been told before. Soon, I tasted his cum on my tongue as Peter pushed the back of my head against him. He mumbled thanks, and mentioned that, it would be better if I licked it when I did that. "Oh, like a Popsicle? Okay, I will try that next time."

Once we finished, it was time to start dinner. I threw back on my clothes, and the guys gave a collective "aww". "It will be cold soon! And I don't want to cook with no clothes on...hot stuff can splash and burn you."

They nodded, and proceeded to put their clothes on too.

We ate, talked. A few stories, but more funny this time, rather than scary ones. A few songs as someone broke out the marshmallows and we roasted them over the fire. Eventually, we started getting ready to sleep, putting out the fire, packing everything away, and heading into the camper. The guys rotated on the bed, and I was with Mike and Harry.

Unlike the previous nights, I stayed awake, hearing a couple of the guys snoring. I kept thinking about what Justin had told me. About the buildup, the need to get rid of the cum. I could help my friends, but there were millions of guys in the world. How could it be solved? I realized I didn't know enough, but I still tried to think of ideas.

As I lay there, thinking, I found Mike's hand against my legs, trying to spread them. I looked over at him in the dark, barely making out his shape, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were awake. I just needed, you know. You have been so helpful for us. I thought you wouldn't mind, while you slept."

I wanted to say he should at least ask me. It isn't good to do things to people, no matter what you need, while they sleep.

"Okay," I whispered. "Just please be quiet. I don't want to wake everyone." He laughed. "What?"

"You are noisier than me," he said.

I had to agree. "Okay, I will do my best."

He scooted over me, laying his body between my legs. He didn't spit like Justin always did, and I immediately understood why Justin did that, as it hurt a bit at first. He was slow though, so it was bearable, and eventually, the strange, wonderful feelings started as he grunted between my legs. I noticed his head come down right in time to avoid it, as his mouth moved towards mine. I quickly turned my head, felt his lips hit my ear. He lifted his head in surprise, and I slapped him. I heard one of the others laugh in their sleep. "What are you doing?" I asked him, making my voice rough and disapproving. "I said I would help you. I never said I would have sex with you. I am not like that."

He growled a bit, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Trying to kiss me like that. You are not my boyfriend, not my husband. I will not have sex with you."

He was sitting up, and I could see him rubbing his cheek. Good. Trying to have sex with me like that.

"Look, sorry if you misunderstood. I said I would help you get rid of the extra cum. I never said I would have sex with you. Please keep your lips to yourself. I am saving that for when I am married."

He just sat there. "Okay, sorry I slapped you so hard, but really. Trying that. I thought we were friends."

He mumbled an apology. "Okay" I told him, pulling him back between my legs. "Just please don't try that again." He started pushing into me again, well, trying to. I felt down, trying to find his wee wee. I found it was not swollen anymore. "Oh, I guess you are good now," I told him. He grumbled something else as I pushed him off of me. "Goodnight Mike. Please don't try to have sex with me again." Another laugh from the sleeper. He must be having a funny dream.

The next morning, I found myself waking to an empty camper. It seemed everyone else had woken up before me. I threw on some clothes and headed out into the mid-morning light.

"Good morning," I said to everyone. Well, except Mike. I pointedly did not say good morning to him. Thinking I was that kind of girl!

"Look, Mike has something he wants to say to you," Dick told me. He gave Mike a look, and I heard a whispered "don't ruin this for us man".

He stood in front of me. "I am sorry for trying to have sex with you." he said.

"Okay," I told him, keeping my cool mask attached.

"You are just a very pretty girl, and I admit, I have thought about having sex with you. You seem like you would be a wonderful girlfriend." He told me. "I will not try it again."

I couldn't keep the cold expression on my face. But, it did turn into a sad expression. He noted the change, gave me a puzzled look.

"Mike, you are my friend." He nodded. "I mean, I like you. You are a nice guy." He nodded again. "But Mike, I am sorry. I am not in love with you." Another puzzled expression. "Well, you are a boy, you know about sex!" I said. He didn't say anything, just watched. "Two people, on a bed, their lips together, kissing. Then, the baby starts growing in her tummy."

"Okay," he said, clearly not understanding.

"Anyways, I don't love you, and don't want to have sex with you. I hope you understand." He slowly nodded. "You are a wonderful guy," I told him, so maybe he would not feel so hurt by what I told him. "You will find the right girl someday, and it will be so romantic. You two will get married, and then, you will go home, lay down next to her, and your lips will touch, and..." I stopped, blushing, thinking about talking about sex with him like this. Friend or not, there were limits, especially with guys. "Oh Mike, it will be wonderful. Just wait until you meet the right person. She is out there, and you will meet her someday."

Everyone was stunned. They just sat there, staring, a couple with their mouths opened. I felt great about my speech, and hoped Mike would stop this crush so we did not need to worry about him trying again.

"I will not try to do it again," Mike said.

I nodded. Then, I gave him a hug. "You will see. She will be so beautiful." I whispered in his ear. I felt sort of bad, hurting him like this, especially in front of his friends, but I had to make sure he knew I was not the one for him, so he didn't try it again. After all, I would be spending alot of time with him, and I didn't want a silly crush ruining our camping trip.

His expression was still strange, but as I pulled away, I felt I had done what I could. I went over to Dick, grabbed his hand and pulled him a little away from the others. "Dick, do I need to worry about Mike? He tried to have sex with me last night."

"No," he told me. "You don't." He reassured me. I nodded, feeling better.

"Sorry if it sounds like a silly question," I said, biting my lip. "What is it called?"

"What is what called?"

"When a guy puts his wee wee inside a girls flower." I asked him, feeling silly that I didn't know what it was called.

"Oh, it is called," he paused for a second. "Boinking." He raised his voice. "Right guys? When a guy puts his wee wee," he stumbled a bit over that, "in a girls flower," again, a slight stumble, like he didn't know what a flower was, "it is called boinking."

"Yeah, boinking," they quickly agreed.

"Oh, I see."

Boinking. Boinking. Boinking. After repeating it to myself a few times, it started to sound a little silly. Boink. Boinking.

I shrugged, and went to eat.

Later that day, after finishing washing all the clothes, I ran into Justin at the line. He quietly helped me hang everything up, then asked me to help him again.

I nodded, still naked from the swim and the clothes washing, letting myself dry off as I hung the clothes to dry.

I placed my hands against the tree trunk, spread my legs, and waited.

Then, I jumped.

He hadn't pushed his wee wee against me, or spat on it, or whatever. Suddenly, his mouth was shoved against my flower, his nose almost up my butt.

It tickled!

"What are you doing?" I said, facing him. "I thought you needed help, not to tickle me!"

"Wait, it's not that. Please, just stand there again, just like you were." He grinned. "Well, try to bend down a little. It is hard to do this while behind you, rather than between your legs."

"Do what?" I asked him.

"Oh, trust me, you will like it." He was still grinning. "And I will try not to tickle you."

I shoved my hands against the tree again, leaving my hips up. "Like this?"

"A little lower. Well, as low as you can get. See if you can touch the bottom of the tree."

I moved lower, then lower still. Fortunately, I was pretty flexible, so I was able to touch the bottom of the tree like he asked.

With that, he moved his mouth back to my flower. I bit my tongue as his face tickled me there, hitting my hair, his breath shifting it around, causing me to keep from trying to laugh out loud. Then again, bent over this far, it wasn't that easy to get a deep breath to laugh too loud.

Then, he started licking. It felt strange. Then, it felt sort of good. Soon, it felt more than sort of good. His tongue ran along the split part, then towards the top, or maybe bottom from this position. Towards something. Then, he started alternating between licking the split part and licking...the something...at the top. And, my mind went gooey. My vision flashed as he continued licking, interspersed with little bites. His tongue worked harder and harder, bringing noises from me that I did not think I was capable of. In no time, I felt my body tremble as the pressure that I hadn't felt in a while built and built and built, until I exploded. He kept hitting some spot that kept me exploding, until I felt completely exhausted and drained, finally collapsing on the ground.

While I was sitting there, my mind in unknown bliss, my body trembling, he entered my flower easily with his wee wee, and before long finished up.

After he finished, he helped me stand up, my body locked in that position, and held me close as I continued trembling in his arms.

"What," I said, finding it hard to speak. "What was that?"

"Oh, it is called oral," he told me. He laughed slightly. "I guess you like it."

I could do nothing but nod against his chest. My legs took a few more minutes before they could even support me.

I found myself looking forward to Justin boinking me. I sort of wanted to boink him back. Well, maybe more than sort of.

Then, disaster struck.

My moon flow started.

After that, all the guys refused my help with my flower, so I had to help all of them with my mouth. I hated the taste of their cum, but I had promised to help. I actually liked boinking, especially with Justin's oral. It made me feel tingly. It made me feel good. Something about it felt sort of right. Like, a guys wee wee was supposed to be in my flower, like they fit together. I had gotten used to sometimes watching it go inside, wondering how it could go in there like that. How it felt so good.

Now, it was just my mouth. I thought about how it felt with Justin's mouth on there, and wondered if guys felt the same. It made me feel a little better. Help them with their problem, and make them feel good. Of course, I also felt nauseous enough from my moon flow, so ended up more than once rushing into the forest to throw up after swallowing their icky cum. I hid it from them, not wanting them to feel bad about it.

Finally, my flow finished. The next time one of the guys approached me, I was more than glad to boink, rather than taste their icky stuff on my tongue. Justin started making my flower feel so good I even started approaching him.

"Hey Justin," I said, a little embarrassed to approach him.

"Hey Loli, what's up?" He asked.

"Well," I said, "I was wondering." I stopped, then rushed out with, "You make me feel so good, so tingly, I was hoping we could go find a quiet spot, and you could, could..." With that, I found I couldn't say it.

He winked at me. It was sort of startling, then made me giggle.

"Sure," he said, and we found a spot away from camp.

Soon, I was laying down on a blanket, panties off, legs spread, with his head moving between my legs. Then, he went to work. For almost an hour, he stayed there, doing things with his tongue that made me scream. Pushing on spots with his finger that made me scream. I found myself barely able to concentrate on anything but what was happening between my legs, breath heavy, eyes shut tight, yips and moans and screams of delight echoing through me. For another two hours afterword, we boinked, and stopped, and he licked, and nibbled, and we repeated it over and over and over again. Once we finished, my flower was sore, and my legs felt so wobbly I could not even stand by myself.

The guys continued to ask me to help them, and they started showing me different ways. They showed me how to get on top, and "ride" them, as they called it. They bent me over tree stumps, and boinked with him behind me. Sometimes it hurt, when their wee wee would go too deep.

They taught me something called reverse cowgirl. I laughed at that, not really able to understand. After all, they weren't horses.

They pulled my legs almost to my head, and it felt amazing. Soon, I looked forward to what they could teach me. Sometimes, it was not very good. Sometimes, it did not even seem to work at all. But, I tried so many different ways to boink.

The feeling of warmth flooding into me soon became normal. At times, I had someone ask for help while I still had cum trying to leak out of my flower, staining my panties. Sometimes, I even found it felt strange when I was empty down there.

And, it also became a nice break from cooking, or cleaning up the camp, or whatever. After a month, I was finding camping to be sort of boring. But, the guys made it exciting, and it made me feel even better about helping them, even though I admit most nights, when I went to sleep, I was rather sore down there.

One day, we woke up, and after a nice breakfast, I was asked to help. We went out, and as we found a nice spot, it started raining on us.

We laughed as rain gently fell, cooling us down as we heated up, because helping them with boinking definitely made me hot. We boinked at the rain continued to fall, starting to get heavier and heavier. Soon, we were completely wet.

We fixed our clothes and ran back to camp, enjoying the rain, but trying to get to someplace dry. Everyone could see me, almost as if I was naked, since I didn't even bother to wear panties anymore. They always had to come off, so why bother. My dress was a light, white sundress, and clung to me tightly. The guys stared at me, as if they had not seen me before. It didn't bother me though. They had all seen me with no clothes on anyways.

Unfortunately, the rain did not stop that day. They set up a little roof over the cooking area, and other than that, they all stayed under the other roof next to the camper. That evening, one did ask for help, and we went around to the other side of the camper, now cold rain falling on us. It ended quickly, and I felt a bit frustrated that I didn't even get to enjoy much.

With that, I went in, got undressed, toweled myself off, then climbed into bed.

The warmth from the two guys with me felt nice, and I snuggled between them.

The next morning, we were greeted with still more rain. As everyone sat around, Dick whispered in my ear, and we went into the camper. Richard was inside.

"Oh," Dick said, looking unhappy.

"What's up?" Richard asked.

"Nothing," Dick mumbled.

"Dick, he has the same problem. He will understand."

Dick and Richard both gave me a strange look.

I whispered in Dick's ear, "Is it okay if I tell him? He has the same problem, so I have had to help him too."

Dick chuckled, then nodded that I could tell him.

I then whispered in Richard's ear. "You know that problem you have? That you need me to help with?" He nodded. "Dick has it too." I didn't tell either that all the guys seemed to have it. It was their medical condition, and I had to have their permission before I said anything to anyone else. "Well, with all the rain, I was going to help him. But, I don't think he wants you to see."

Richard's eyes went wide. "Umm, what do you want me to do? I can go out I guess."

I whispered back to Dick, asking him if he needed Richard to go out. He told me no, it was fine, Richard could stay.

Soon, me and Dick were back in the bed, naked, Dick's wee wee pushing inside me. I saw Richard glance out of the corner of his eye, but Dick fortunately did not seem to see. I didn't say anything as Dick started pushing his hips, pushing himself in me, then out of me. In, then out. In, then out. Soon, I was pushing my hips back against him, and I heard the wet sounds. I looked once more at Richard, and ended up looking right into his eyes. I glared at him once, trying to make Dick feel embarrassed or something, then was washed in sensation as Dick moved faster, his mouth going over my nipples, sucking them as his wee wee continued with my flower. I felt him cum, but he kept right on going. Faster. Harder. Soon, I couldn't see much of anything as my body released its own pleasure. The sounds filled the camper, and Dick sped up even more. Cum, faster. Harder. Cum. Deeper. More. Cum. Cum. Cum. After the last time, he collapsed on top of me. I looked at the front of the camper, and Peter had also came in, and both Peter and Richard's mouths were wide open.

I made shooing motions with my hand, trying to get them to stop staring at us. They turned toward each other and finally left. Fortunately, the door was closed before Dick pushed himself off of me and looked around. I breathed a sigh of relief.

As we pulled on our clothes, Richard came back in. Once he saw Dick was dressed, he came back. "Sorry, I need some help too," he said. He and Dick grinned at each other, Dick nodded, and left. Soon, Richard was between my legs, doing what Dick had just finished.

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I was woken, with my legs spread, and Harry's wee wee inside me. He was behind me, so I wasn't able to look him in the eye, so to let him know I was awake and trying to help, I brought my hand up and pushed against his butt, trying to push him inside me. He stopped for a second.

"No, don't stop. It's fine. They are all asleep," I told him. He started back up again, and soon my hand was over my mouth, trying not to wake the others, as he boinked me from behind. Once he finally came, he wrapped his arms around me, and soon soft snores filled my ears. I felt his wee wee get small again and slip out, and I went to sleep feeling his cum drip out.

The next day, instead of the rain stopping, it got worse. When the guys asked me to help them out, we ended up having to go inside the camper. Sometimes everyone else was outside, but more often, at least one other was inside. Soon, all of them had seen me boinking someone else, so they all seemed to know they shared the same condition. The wee wee swelling. I also started to notice that as I boinked one, the other suddenly swelled up. A couple times, they even took their wee wee out while they watched me, rubbing it with their hand until they came by themselves. It seemed that the problem was worse. Someone was always all swelled up now. Maybe it was just because they were all stuck under the cover of the plastic roofs or inside the camper, so couldn't go out and get exercise, and fish, and hike, and everything else. Soon though, it seemed like while I wasn't cooking, or cleaning, or washing, or sleeping, I was boinking one or another.

When I washed everyone's clothes, I did it naked. The first day I tried not to, but it was useless. By the time I finished, I was wet and cold, with my clothes clinging to me uncomfortably. While I was still wet and cold with no clothes on, it wasn't as bad, and it was easy to just go back and towel off.

As I washed, I noticed all the boys looking at me, talking excitedly. I tried asking what they were talking about, because they seemed so excited. But, all they would tell me is "buys stuff", and leave me wanting to know what it was.

The clothes themselves took forever to dry, hung up on lines. With everything so wet, soon there was no dry clothes for anyone. After a few days, no one had any clothes to wear, unless they wanted to wear damp, uncomfortable clothes. Soon, everyone was walking around naked. It was okay, as long as you stayed out of the rain.

But, I started to see evidence of how bad their conditions were. It seemed they were swelled up all the time. It made me understand how great it was to be a girl instead of a boy. I just had to deal with cramping once a month, during my moon flow, not every day, more than once a day. They were even all swelled up when they woke up!

It seemed like the more I helped, the worse the problem became. I was boinking them almost everywhere in the camper. On the bed in the back, in the front. They pressed me up against the end of the wall. From behind, from the front. Face to face, although I still avoided letting them have sex with me. Boinking was one thing, but if their lips came to close to mine, I stopped them.

As the rain continued, soon everyone was staying in the camper, the ground outside a muddy mess. With everyone else inside, soon some started coming outside while I was cooking, boinking me from behind while I cooked whichever meal.

Then, one day, while I was helping Peter, Justin approached us. Peter stood behind me, as I was bent over, I guess in the doggy-style position. He pushed his wee wee right against my lips. I looked at him, then put it in my mouth while Peter pushed inside my flower. Soon, I found myself sucking on Justin while Peter continued in my flower. It felt extra tingly for some reason, and I didn't mind when he came inside my mouth.

The next time, it seemed that the other guys had heard what had happened. So, Harry, Dick, and Mike all seemed to join in together. While Dick was inside my flower, Harry pushed his wee wee in my mouth. Mike watched us until Dick finished, then pushed himself in. I found myself going over the edge more than once, felt my body shudder as they continued.

After that, we all seemed to be comfortable boinking with each other, and I took turns sucking them and riding them. I even started using my hands.

Realizing this would not work, I finally let one try to put it in my butt. They had asked more than once, but I didn't want to. But, I only had my mouth, my flower, and two hands. They told me how all of them could get help at the same time.

I sat on Dick's wee wee, and he used some of the cum still inside me, dipping his fingers in, to cover his wee wee. At first, it sort of hurt. He continued slowly, and finally, his wee wee fully entered me. It was strange. It felt like I had to poop. He gently thrust under me, and Harry came over and spread my legs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, on top of Dick, he pushed his wee wee into my flower. It was electric. I could feel them, together, inside me. It felt amazing, and wonderful, and I completely lost control of my body. By the time I could see straight again, Justin was standing on the bed, legs to either side of my thighs, his wee wee pointed right at my mouth. While Dick and Harry did wonderful things to my lower parts, Justin had me suck him while he reached down to cup my breast with his hand, the other already held firmly by Dick.

Mike and Peter came over to stand to either side of Harry, and I reached out and stroked their wee wees with my hands.

I found myself climaxing just from the overload of sensations, over and over and over again. I felt them doing the same. Eventually, after an hour, two hours, it was so hard to know how much time had passed, washed in this bliss, we all lay in a naked, sweaty mass. My body was still tingling when we ate dinner.

While that was the only time I tried to take care of them all at once, it became normal for me to help two at a time, and for someone else to push his wee forward the instant one of the others finished. If I thought we were boinking alot before, now they kept going, one after the other. A few times, we even missed our meal because I was so busy with them. It almost made me wonder, if boinking was this pleasurable, what would sex be like? Although I promised myself to wait, I was tempted to try with one or two. But, I wanted to save myself, and what would my parents say if they found out I had sex with some guy on a camping trip? And, I especially didn't want to get pregnant. These guys were nice, but I didn't really feel that way about them. I didn't want to have sex with any of them. Only the tingling my body kept feeling over and over as they boinked me made me even consider it. How did people not go insane with the bliss of having sex? After all, this itself made me complete helpless, completely awash with pure ecstasy. I definitely needed to find the right guy. I could not wait to try sex.

Finally, towards the end of the week, the rain started slowing down. Then stopped. The sun finally came out and started drying everything, but we didn't even bother with clothes anymore. The sun felt good on my skin, and the guys seemed to agree. Besides, it was only us, so there was no worries. And, it made it easier to boink.

However, with the return of the sun, I wanted to go hiking, swimming, and exploring. Each time I turned around though, there was someone wanting help. It started to get annoying. Finally, I arranged a meeting. After each meal, I would let them boink me, but only for 1 hour. Well, after dinner, maybe we could more, but only if I didn't have anything planned.

So, each day after breakfast or lunch, I would take some position. Either laying down on the bed, or pressed up against the camper, or on the table, and they would line up, and one by one boink me. We never tried all together again, as it was awkward, and although it was interesting, I didn't let them do anything with my butt again, but I did help them either one at a time or more together, using hands, mouth, and flower.

The one hour after dinner soon turned into two, then three. The guys came inside me and on me over and over and over again. My flower was sore almost every night I went to sleep, and still sore the next day when we started again. A few nights, I was forced to just tell them no, not tonight. I hated the disappointment across their face, but they mumbled that they understood.

We had been there almost two months now. Breakfast, then bent over the chair, Dick pushing his wee wee in me, cumming, then moving back. Peter, filling me more. Justin, showing inside a flower dripping with their cum. Mike, grabbing my hair, pulling it while he thrust into me. Harry finishing off.

Lunch eaten, and I was laying on a blanket in the middle of the camp, legs spread, welcoming them one by one. Dinner, and it was into the camper, on the bed. For 1 hour tonight. Then two. Then three. By the time we finished, I passed out, exhausted.

The next day, after breakfast, I took them on a hike, and let them shove me against a tree, or bend me over one, a few times, to make up for no boinking earlier. At lunch, they decided to play a game. They tied me up, and then took turns. I didn't understand the game, a cloth in my mouth, over my eyes, my arms and legs tied to four different points. It didn't really seem like a game. I wasn't sure what it was. But the guys were all laughing, enjoying themselves, so I guess they enjoyed the game. I got annoyed as they started to go over the 1 hour we had agreed to. I got more frustrated as they hit the two hour mark. By the time they had finished, dark was already falling. I didn't know what to say. I was disappointed. I was frustrated. I was mad that they did that to me.

"Sorry," Justin said. "We were having so much fun, we lost track of time. Did you enjoy it?" His eyes looked so hopeful, so full of joy, that I didn't have the heart to tell them I was mad at them. That we had made a deal, only 1 hour, so I could actually enjoy some time to swim, or hike, or just to be lazy. I bit back my cutting remark and looked at him. They were my friends, they were so nice to me, and they were just trying to play some game. Whether I understood it or not, it really didn't matter. While I was very sore, I admit it had been fun. It was different, not be able to see them, to know what was going to happen until it did. I started to think about it. I was the one who was getting frustrated. Instead of enjoying the game, I acted like some, well, someone who follows the rules too much, and let myself get frustrated.

"Yes," I said. "I enjoyed it."

He looked happy about this, and I was glad I gave him that answer.

The next day, I only let them boink me once after each meal, and went to bed, still recovering. However, I was resolved to let them try again, to try their game, the following day, when I was not so sore.

After breakfast, I addressed them. "I...am sorry, to all of you." They gave me puzzled looks. "You tried to show me a game. And, I admit, I was getting mad. Not at the game. It was..." I hesitated. It had been interesting, but not really fun. It had, for some strange reason, been sort of exciting, and a little scary. "Fun." I finished up, a fraction of a second later. "I am sorry for thinking about the boinking, and that you went over 1 hour, and not trying to figure out how to play your game. I want to try again." They cheered. "And, that is also why I didn't help as much as I should have yesterday. I was so sore from the day before, that I just couldn't. But, I am rested up. Please, show me how to play the game."

This time, they took me to this area that had a chopped down tree. The tree stump was huge. In fact, it was so big that when they asked me to lay down on it, I was able to stretch out completely. They again tied me, my legs stretched out to the left and the right, my arms tied up above my head. The ropes were tied to stakes pounded in the ground.

"All good," Justin asked, eyes half concerned.

"Yep, I am ready," I told him, trying to make myself sound confident. With that, he tied a cloth around my mouth and around my eyes. Light filtered in along the edges, but I could not really see anything. Then, they started boinking me.

I lost myself in the sensation, not being able to speak, or move. My arms and legs grew cramped, but there wasn't much that I could do, so I focused on whomever was between my legs. Boinking felt even different, now that I played along with them, than it did when we normally did it. It surprised me when I felt someone touch me, and I found myself jumping a little. It was frustrating when no one was around, like I was alone in the world, and as I settled into that, to suddenly have someone touching my breasts, settle between my legs, was shocking. It also highlighted what it felt like, down there. Unable to see, to speak, to move, my mind focused on what they did. It heightened the feel of each thrust. Of each time they came. I couldn't even tell what time it was. I knew it had been lunch time. Could feel the sun on my skin, hot, the guy in me, hotter. I could feel the sweat drip off me, feel their sweat as their body made contact. The air started cooling, and I found myself falling asleep.

I woke up again to complete darkness. At first, I started to feel panicked. Then, I felt the weight settle between my legs. I realized I must have fallen asleep, and they were still at their game. But, how could they play with me asleep. I began to seriously dislike this game. I didn't feel like I was playing. More like I was the ball, the object the others played with. I tried to force the gag out, and whoever was between my legs seemed to notice me moving.

"Hello. You seemed tired, so we decided to let you keep sleeping while we played." It was Mike. "Just a few more rounds, and we will be done. Everyone else went back to camp, so it is just you and me." I didn't like that. It seemed like he was going too far.

I heard the wet, squelching noise between my legs, felt him cum.

"I am having so much fun," he said. Something in his voice made me feel...not so comfortable. I tried to ask him to take the gag out. It came out as a "Mff mff mff mffff."

I could hear him panting beside me. Then, after a few more minutes, felt him settle between my legs again. I again "mff mff mff"ed at him, wanting him to stop. I hurt. Oh, I was so slippery that it wasn't painful like that, but more sore beyond belief. He thrust harder, and came again. He sat there, playing with my breasts, as his wee wee slipped out. "You know, I never knew you were such a..." he stopped, then continued. "Awesome girl." I could feel him harden again. I wondered how long he had been boinking me. I just wanted to go back to camp. "Want to stay out here all night?" I shook my head no. He laughed. "Aren't you having fun? We are playing this game for you." His tone was off, made me feel a bit...creeped out. "I wanted to make sure you got the most out of it." He thrust, then shoved deep inside me as he filled my flower with his cum. I could feel tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes. I wanted to go back to the camper, and just sleep, inside a nice, comfortable place. Not continue a game that seemed like it should have been over a long time ago with Mike.

I heard footsteps. I felt more than heard someone standing beside me.

He rubbed the side of my face, rubbing away the tears. Then, he growled, "Get the fuck over here, you fucking asshole." It was Justin. I was so glad to hear his voice.

They whispered, loud enough that I could hear their voices, but yet unable to make out their words, other than the occasional snippet.

"...you are going to fucking ruin it..."

"...I don't care, you should have stopped a long time ago..."

"...seriously, want me to tell the others about this?"

"...filthy fucking..."

Then, I heard struggles, and a smack. Then another. I could hear them grunt, and immediately knew they were fighting.

It lasted less than a minute, then Justin told Mike, "Get the fuck back to camp, and if I see you do anything like this again..." he let the threat hang in the air.

He came over, and started untying me. "Sorry Loli. I don't know what the fuck he was doing. The game ended a long time ago. Fucker just doesn't know when to stop."

After he untied me, I tried to move. My whole body cramped up. My legs screamed protest. My arms were hard to move without pain. I couldn't even close my legs.

"I...I..." I wanted to tell him that it scared me. All tied up in the dark. No one but Mike.

"Are you okay?" He said.

I shook my head no.

"Oh, what's wrong? Before you tell me, I wanted to let you know, the other guys, they had a blast. It was such a great day. I swear, everyone here thinks you are the best girl they have ever met. And I mean, ever. I think a couple might be a little in love with you."

I was taken by surprise. That scary, short time with Mike started to wash away, and I started feeling warm and wonderful. I didn't like the love part, but I was so popular with them. Maybe I needed to give them the talk about love again? I swallowed back what I was going to say.

"Especially Mike. I will set him straight. I know you don't like him, at least not like that. But, as you see, he kept wanting to play, even when he should have stopped. He didn't hurt you or anything did he? I know he gets too excited, too carried away. He is like that with sports too. Always yelling at the TV, always excited, and gets overexcited. Sometimes, he doesn't know when to stop. We will talk to him."

I wasn't sure what to say. I am not sure why it bothered me so much, being outside, with just Mike, in the dark. Why it made me feel scared. But, Justin was right. Mike seemed to pay lots of attention. And while he could be an asshole, he still seemed to treat me just fine normally. Maybe I was just being silly. Maybe I was being a stupid girl. The guys liked me. They always paid so much attention to me. In fact, thinking about it, I realized Justin was right. It was like I was the center of the world for them. It was almost uncomfortable, like the guys were too focused on me, but he was right. They all liked me. I was cool. I wasn't naggy, like other girls. I would deal with Mike myself. Let him see I was mad at him. Also, try to make sure he understood, I would not be his girlfriend. I actually started to feel bad for him. I worried it would hurt him, but he had to make sure he knew, I was just a friend.

Something else though needed to be said.

"Justin, your guys' game. I...don't like it."

He looked at me.

"Oh, I mean, it is okay, but, it would just be okay for boinking. It isn't fun. In fact...it short of makes me feel like...I don't know. Like in sports, you have players and balls. I didn't feel like I was a player. I felt like I was the ball."

"Oh," he said. "Sorry that you felt that way. Why didn't you tell us that before?"

"Well, because, I got upset, about the time, and thought maybe I just didn't enjoy it because I was too focused on the thought of boinking past the 1 hour agreed to time. It was actually...fun. I enjoyed it. But...not like a game. Are there any other games, that we can try, where I won't feel like, like..."

"Like the ball?" He said. "I will talk to the guys. We know lots more games that I think you will enjoy more."

I laughed. "Yes, just like the ball. Thank you Justin." I nuzzled against him. I found myself looking in his eyes, his eyes closing, my eyes closing. I found my lips moving toward his.

Suddenly, I jerked back, realizing I almost had sex with him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have. I can't do this. You aren't even my boyfriend." He had a flash of confusion, then a look of understand. "It's okay," he said, and we walked back in silence, me pressed against him.

More to come:

By week 8, she will start wondering about her missed period. Signs of her pregnancy, because lets face it, Loli does not take birth control, and none of the guys have even bothered to pull out to somewhat minimize risk. They will also try to find interesting "boink games" to try.

Morning sickness will start about week 10, and she will hide it at first. Once the guys figure it out, well, it is close to week 12, so they will quietly go back, drop her off at her house, and leave her to figure out what to do now.