Amy was a sweet nineteen-year-old and she was sexy as she could be and she knew it. She played like she was an innocent teenager, but she was anything but. I had known Amy and her parents for years and for years. Every summer, she attended a church camp where I was the camp director and counselor.

Amy and I grew close over the years and even closer this past summer camp, closer than either one of us had probably ever meant to become.

I woke up alone in my sleeping bag, having imagined, or so I thought, an intimate moment with Amy. I looked around inside my tent and everything appeared normal. I scratched my head wondering if the intimate moment I had imagined was real or not.

I poked my head outside of my tent. There was a nice dew on the tall grass at the campsite. Two of guys on the hike had already re-started the campfire. I could hear the others chatting away in their tents.

“OK,” I announced, “pack it up, we head back in fifteen minutes.”

“What about our morning prayers?” one of the kids asked.

”As soon as everyone is packed up,” I replied.

I pulled up on the stakes that held my tent in place and had it packed away in short order as the kids did the same. Amy looked over at me and smiled. I didn't say anything, unsure if the secret rattling around in my mind was real or not.

Amy stepped over to where I stood by the campfire, with a couple of members of the group. I reached out and extended my hand.

“Let’s pray,” I said as well joined in a circle and held hands.

We headed back down the trail towards the main camp.

“How did you sleep?” I inquired of Amy as we walked along.

“Good,” she replied nonchalantly.

If something really happened, she wasn’t going to let on about it. Stepping over a small brook, I extended my hand to Amy. She smiled as she stepped over the brook, placing one hand on my shoulder to steady herself.

I was pretty sure I was not dreaming.

Back at the base camp, I set my backpack on my bed and headed for the shower. The cold water felt good since it was a hot and muggy day at Camp Herblocht. Stepping out of the shower, I froze when I realized I was not alone.

Amy stood about five feet from the shower, completely naked and holding my towel.

“Not sure this is a good idea,” I said.

“You should lock your cabin door,” Amy replied, smiling at my obvious discomfort.

“I don’t like the ladies’ shower,” Amy added, “Hope you don’t mind me using yours.”

“Go for it,” I replied, taking my towel from her hand.

“Do you want to join me?” she asked.

“Like I said, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I replied.

“Fine,” Amy replied, turning on the water and sticking her hand under the spray to gauge the temperature setting of the water.

Amy had a flawless body. Standing five-foot-ten-inches and weighing about one hundred pounds, she was on the thin side, but well proportionated accordingly in all the right places. I watched as she stepped under the shower spray and the water streamed off of her sexy body. She lathered up a sponge and wiped the foamy brine over her legs and then her upper torso. She slowly worked the foamy sponge down to her pubic area between her legs.

Damn. I was praying for an intercession, but it wasn’t happening.

Nature took its course and I found myself quite aroused in a very short timeframe. Amy crooked a finger and silently motioned for me to join her in the shower. I took in a deep breath and exhaled.

I stepped into the tiny niche that comprised my shower stall. Amy slipped her long arms around my waist and began to lather me up with the same soapy brine she had created. She slowly worked the sponge across my chest and then down to my stomach. She grabbed my swollen manhood in her hand and smiled.

“I like this,” she exclaimed as she gently squeezed my manhood.

“I know you do,” I said. Amy took my hand in hers and placed my hand on her right breast.

“It is OK,” she said, “for you to touch them.”

I gently massaged her breasts as the water cascaded off of the two of us. I pulled her in close and wrapped my arms around her. She looked up at me while I gazed down into her dark green eyes. Our lips met and our tongues collided in a fiery passionate kiss that robbed me of my breath.

'Whoa.'

I prayed for an intercession.

I asked Amyi f she was on any birth control and she said her mother had insisted on it. I was surprised, since I knew Amy’s parents and they had always said abstinence was the only way to control unwanted pregnancies.

I slipped my hand down to her pubic area, which was cleanly shaven. I pushed a lone finger into her vagina. Amy hummed and lowered her head as I gently probed her womanly area. Amy dropped to her knees and took my swollen cock into her hands, the water spray still covering the two of us. She slipped my cock into her open mouth and proceeded to do unspeakable things of pleasure. Like the night before, I couldn’t hold back and shot my load deep inside of her open mouth. Amy, once again, took it all in and swallowed everything I provided. I pulled her into a standing position to once again taste her sweetness, but this time, mixed with the remnants of my cum.

“We have to figure out a way to make this work,” I said.

I told her that I was a one-shot guy.

“We’ll make it work,” Amy replied. “For now, just enjoy it.”

We stood and swapped spit and kisses for the longest time. Finally, Amy stepped out of the shower. We both toweled off. Amy sauntered into my bedroom and slipped back into her shorts and a t-shirt, while I got dressed.

“You know,” I said, “This is very dangerous.”

Amy was not going to be deterred.

“I like danger,” Amy replied, flipping her jet back wet hair back over her shoulder. “In fact, I have a surprise for you that will blow your mind.”

I was intrigued. Two blowjobs and sharing a naked shower was almost more than I could stand.

*******

About ten that evening, after a day full of retreat activities, I settled down onto my bed and picked up a book about relationships that I had been intent on reading. I was just past the preface when there was a soft rapping on my cabin door. I was thinking someone had locked themselves out of their cabin or needed to use the camp phone. I was surprised to find Amy and another girl standing just outside the door.

I opened the door and Amy stepped in, followed by the second girl, who I vaguely recognized as a girl named Bridget.

Both girls were attired in cut-off shorts, t-shirts, sandals and had their hair pulled back into ponytails.

“Whassup?” I asked as they gleefully sauntered into my living space, Amy jumping onto my bed, with Bridget following her.

“Nothing,” Amy replied, “We were bored so we decided to see what you’re up to.”

I told them I was fixing to turn in for the night.

“Oh cool,” Amy replied. “Can we join you?”

“We?” I asked in shock.

“Yeah,” Amy replied, "Bridget and I.”

I started to remind them of the Christian values of purity and chastity, but my argument didn't fly far.

Amy stripped out of her t-shirt and exclaimed, “Come on, we just want to have a little fun.”

Bridget was shocked by Amy’s brazenness.

“Oh, my God, girlfriend!”

“He’s already seen them,” Amy disclosed. She egged Bridget on. “Don’t be a prude, show him your boobies!”

“No way!” Bridget argued back.

Amy grabbed Bridget’s shirt in an attempt to disrobe her friend, but Bridget fought back. Amy dug her fingers into Bridget's sides. Bridget squealed and squirmed to get away. Amy was faster and more adept than her friend and within a matter of seconds, Bridget was topless. She tried to cover her bare boobs with her hands.

“They’re gorgeous!” Amy exclaimed, grabbing at her friend’s wrists, pulling Bridget’s hands down.

“No, they’re not,” Bridget replied.

Amy grabbed Bridget’s boobs and squeezed them. Bridget’s eyes widened as Amy fondled her breasts in front of me.

I prayed for an intercession, not a Divine one, but my own.

Amy lowered her head and sucked on Bridget’s left nipple.

“Oh, my Gawd, Stop!” Bridget exclaimed, grabbing Amy’s head in an attempt to push away Amy’s advances.

“Why are you do freakin’ bashful, all of a sudden?” Amy asked. “You know you like it!’

I sat on the edge of my bed.

“Y’all are crazy,” I said.

Amy laughed as Bridget tried to cover herself with my bedsheet. Amy pulled the sheet out of Bridget’s hand.

“Come on,” Amy pleaded with Bridget. ‘You know you like it.”

I could see Bridget caving. Her head was lowered and her hair hid her face from view.

“Yes,” she answered very softly, “but it is wrong.”

“What’s wrong with two people sharing an affection for one another?” Amy asked. “This is life. It is fun and exciting. Just be who you are and don’t worry.”

Bridget sniffled. I could tell she was emotionally upset and it bothered her.

“Look,” I injected. “Your secret is safe with me. It’s all good.”

Bridget looked up, her eyes swollen red and her face flushed, “This is all so new to me.”

Amy took her friend’s hand in her and moved Bridget’s hand to her chest.

“These,” Amy said softly, placing Bridget’s hand on her boob, “Are God’s gift to a woman.

Amy leaned in close to Bridget and slipped her lips onto her friend’s lips.

“These,” Amy said, bringing a finger to Bridget’s lips, “these, lips, they can do great things.”

Bridget smiled as Amy softly traced the outline of Bridget’s lips, and then slowly worked her finger down to Bridget’s chin. She lifted Bridget’s chin and then kissed her friend, deeply and passionately.

It was as if I was watching a live porno movie. I silently prayed for forgiveness. Up until this point, I had sat there mesmerized and transfixed.

“I want you to use your lips,” Amy whispered, “to wrap them around a cock and suck on it.”

Bridget looked at me. She bit down on her lower lip. 'Oh shit.' I thought.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” Bridget disclosed.

“It’ll be OK,” Amy replied softly. “He has a beautiful dick and he loves to have it sucked.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

“Show her your stuff,” Amy said as she looked in my direction. I laid back on my bed, arched my back and stripped. My stoic cock arched upwards at the base of my stomach. Amy reached over and took my manhood into her small hand.

“Let me show you,” Amy said softly, pulling her long black hair back over her shoulder, and lightly running her tongue up the backside of my cock from the base to the tip. Once she reached the tip end of my cut phalanx, she slipped my cock into her mouth. I glanced over at Bridget and smiled.

“Go for it,” I breathlessly whispered as Amy worked on my cock. Bridget flopped onto her stomach and inched her way close to my pubic area and Amy. Amy pulled off my cock. It glistened with her saliva. She pointed my rod towards Bridget. Bridget placed her hand on the base of my cock and slipped her lips over the end, inserting my cock into her mouth. I watched as her head bobbed up and down on my rod.

Amy peered up at me and smiled. She pushed Bridget over.

“Let me,” Amy insisted.

Bridget watched as Amy took over control of my cock.

“Y’all are going to make me cum,” I said.

“Precisely,” Amy replied.

My legs quivered and my balls tightened. I was ready to blow when Amy stopped and looked up at me, then looked at Bridget.

“You first,” Amy said.

“No,” Bridget replied, “You first.”

I grabbed Amy by her hair and pulled her into as passionate a kiss as I could muster. Bridget quickly stripped Amy of her shorts and her underwear. Amy sat up, straddling me, my swollen clock resting against her pussy. She placed her hands on my chest and then lifted herself up enough to reach between us and reposition my phalanx for entry into her tight little pussy. Bridget watched as my cock slowly disappeared into Amy’s pussy.

I could feel the walls of Amy’s vagina clamping down my cock as she lowered herself on to me. Our pubic bones met and for a brief second, neither of us moved. Amy peered down at me, biting down on her lower lip.

I grabbed Amy’s hips and dug in my fingers. Since she was rather small-framed it was easy to direct her movements. She pulled at the hair band that held her ponytail in place and let out a deep sigh as her hair fell gently across her soft shoulders. She gently worked her hips in a circular fashion and then leaned forward to kiss me. As she did, she shuddered and I knew instantly she was beginning to feel the effects of an orgasm that was building up inside of her. As we kissed, she shuddered again. She rocked back and forth over me, my cock gliding back and forth inside of her vagina. She gasped for air, letting out grunting sounds as she built up to the crescendo.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as her first orgasm rolled through her, her entire body shaking and shuddering, “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

I grabbed Amy’s hair and pulled her into a deeply passionate kiss. I was just about to explode inside of her, when she rolled off me. I grabbed my cock, just as the first shot of cum exploded out of me, shooting straight up into the air and landing on my chest and my lower abdomen.

“Oh wow!” Bridget exclaimed as she watched me unload everything I had.

I closed my eyes. It was hard to believe what had just transpired.

I looked over at Bridget and apologized.

I’m sure she had no clue as to why I was apologizing, but she was gracious and replied, “that was cool.”

I motioned for her to come closer, spreading my arm out on the pillow beside me. Bridget laid her head on my shoulder and looked at me in silence. I gently ran my forefinger across her lips and then under her chin. I lifted her chin so I could peer into her eyes.

“Kiss me,” I said softly.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I parted her lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back. I slipped my hand to the back of her head and held her in place as our tongues performed a wicked and passionate dance.

Amy pulled at Bridget’s shorts and stripped her friend naked. As Bridget and I kissed, Amy managed to part Bridget’s legs. Bridget’s eyes widened as Amy thrust herself between Bridget’s parted legs and began to pleasure her friend in unspeakable ways.

Bridget shuddered and dug her fingertips into me as Amy found Bridget’s g-spot. My manhood was starting to stir back to life. I guided Bridget’s hand to my cock and wrapped her fingers around it. I was semi-hard, but it didn't take much for that to change.

Bridget and I continued to swap spit for quite a few minutes. I was getting worked up again. I asked Bridget if she was on birth control.

“I’m still a virgin,” Bridget replied.

'Stop the train. What? Did she say she was still a virgin?'

“But I want to be a woman,” Bridget explained, “Make me a woman.”

I should have stopped things at that point, but I didn't. I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

“I brought protection,” Amy said. She fished for her shorts and pulled out a little silver package. She placed the edge of the package into her mouth and pulled back on the covering. She placed the little plastic ring over the head of my cock and then gently rolled the thin membrane down my shaft, as Bridget looked on.

“Now we are ready,” Amy announced.

Bridget straddled my outstretched body and slowly lowered herself over my tool, as Amy held my phalanx in place. guiding it in towards Amy’s slit. Amy worked the tip of my manhood around the outside of Bridget’s pussy, as Bridget closed her eyes to enjoy the experience. Bridget widened her knees and lowered herself onto my cock, her hands balled up in clenched fists on my chest.

Amy coached her friend as my cock entered her very tight pussy. About half way in, Bridget stopped and peered down at me.

“This is it,” she said, as she shifted and then grimaced.

Bridget let out a small whimper as her hymen broke and her pubic bone crashed into mine. For a brief second, neither of us moved. She shuddered and tossed her head back gasping for a deep breath. She pulled at the rubber band that held her long brown hair in place. She shook her head up and down, shaking her head of hair uncontrollably. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself on my lap, my manhood buried deep inside of her.

She leaned forward and my cock slipped out.

“Put it back,” Bridget begged. “Put it back in me!”

Amy pushed my cock back towards Bridget’s pussy and into the folds of her hot vagina. Bridget shuddered as I re-entered her. She let out a string of expletives that would have made a sailor blush. Within seconds, she was bumping and grinding on my lap like a stripper out of control. She placed her hands behind her head, interlocking her fingers. I grabbed her small boobs and held on to them as she let out a primal scream that I was sure would wake the entire camp.

Amy put her hand over Bridget’s mouth to muffle her.

“Shhhhhh!” Amy instructed.

“Oh, my Gawd!” Bridget exclaimed as a cataclysmic orgasm rocked her tiny teenage body.

My balls tightened and for only the second time in my life, I was able to shoot a second load.

“I can feel you coming,” Bridget said as I unloaded inside of her.

Bridget continued to rock back and forth on my lap. I was worried the condom might break, so I pushed her off and to the side. I yanked off the condom and dropped it to the side of the bed. Bridget remounted me and worked her hips back and forth as fast as she could, her hands clenched into balled up fists and pushing down on my chest.

She shuddered and shook, as she reached a second orgasm. She collapsed forward and our lips met. We kissed for quite a while, with Amy lying right next to us.

“You have to share,” Amy said, as she worked her way closer to where Bridget and I lay kissing.

Bridget reached over and grabbed Amy by her hair and pressed her lips to Amy’s. It was as an erotic a moment as I could have ever possibly imagined.

My head was spinning. I must have passed out at this point, because when I woke up, the lights to the bedroom were off and I had Amy on one side of me and Bridget on the opposite side of me, both sleep and with their arms extended across me, holding on to each other.

I closed my eyes and drifted back off to sleep.