Bible Camp (futa/futa, orgy, rough sex)

Story by Kuroshio

Bible Camp

(futa on futa, anal, oral, fisting, gaping, sloppy seconds, prostate play, hands free orgasm, orgy, interracial, drug use, underage)

Author's note: Part of what I do to keep writer's block at bay is maintaining a few stories that exist for no other purpose than to smash words into whenever I get stuck on one of my "real" projects. There is no outlining, the plot is super light and the characters are literally recycled archetypes that I have -- or still do -- lean on in other stories, merely given different names and (sometimes) appearances. From there, its raw Smutsville. I'm literally just pounding my keyboard here and much like the hypothetical building full of monkey bashing on typewriters, I actually produced something readable in the process. Also, I'd just like to say that I'm not really the huge anti-religion guy. The premise was based on a female acquaintance mentioning that one Christian fellowship retreat she attended was hilariously unsupervised. Like any good writer, I simply lifted the experience of another then extrapolated and exaggerated for purposes of writing. I'm not the dude to come to with your huge anti-religion screed, seriously.

I knew summer Bible camp was going to be awesome the moment I walked through the door to the assigned cabin for dickgirls.

Three of the girls were sitting Indian-style on the floor – right in the middle, where anyone who walked in couldn't help but see – with a three foot bong and a half-brick worth of smoke between them. They were all waving their hands and raising their voices, trying to figure out which they were going to smoke first, O.G. Kush or Silver Haze. Another girl, with sewer green dyed hair, thick horn-rimmed hipster glasses and a faux-hawk, was by the sink, dunking a tampon into Kool-Aid (I fucking hope it was Kool-Aid) and slurping it dry. A freakishly skinny brown-skinned girl was on her knees, jerking one dick while beating her own meat at the same time, making hissing noises like she was holding a hot dish in her had. The girl who greeted me was a pretty, round-faced girl with strawberry highlights, “Hey! Are the last chica for this cabin? I'm Beverly.”

I could barely do anything but give a weak, “Hi.” Mainly because Beverly was the owner of the dick getting jerked by the brown girl. “I'm, uh... y'know, this is a bit weird for me. Do they like, never check up on this cabin or do you just want to go to prison?”

The three stoners in the middle gave off a collective “NEEEEEEEVEEEEEER!” and fell around each other laughing while Beverly grabbed the skinny girl's head and pushed her mouth down the length of her pecker, “Yeah, they pretty much avoid us like the plague when we're in here.”

Back across the cabin, the girl dangled a Kool-Aid-soaked tampon while tilting her head sideways and dipped it in her mouth, slurping on it loudly before chiming in with the rest, “You know the Black Plague killed a third Europe's population?” I didn't know how to answer that without sounding like I was either dumb or a freak like her, so I just stared as she continued, “But yeah, this place is wicked. They just straight don't give a fuck as long as we're not touching the girl-girls.”

Beverly gasped and closed her eyes, the brown girl's lips hitting deepthroat status around her girlstick, “O-oooh...” She opened her eyes and asked me, “So what's your name?”

“Alaska.”

“Alas – ohhh boy! – Alaska?” She was straining against the skinny brown girl's efforts; the one on her knees was kissing along the side of her shaft while a tiny hand jerked the tip.

One of the stoners looked my way and giggled, “Like, the state that's in Canada?”

“Actually it's in the US, it's just next to Canada –“

She cut me off to offer another dumb question, “Is it true you can see Russia from the top floor of your house there?”

I couldn't tell if the stoner was just really, really high or really, really dumb, but I could tell she had some serious bra-less mammary action going on in her tight tank-top. Whenever she giggled, she jiggled twice as much and in not a bad way. That meant being polite would possibly pay off for my virginity. “Uh, I'm not actually from Alaska, my name is just Alaska.”

I had the sinking feeling she was as dumb as a post and was just about to receive confirmation when there was a series of lewd slurping noises the other direction. Beverly had both hands on the girl's head and was pretty much fucking her mouth like it was a pocket-pussy. Sticky strands of spit fell from her lips and off the shaft, the wood floor darkening as it puddled below.

For bottoms, I was wearing nothing more than khaki shorts that came maybe four inches down my thighs an

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