However, unsure if she was fishing for a compliment or seeking confirmation of her own self-image, I hedged my bets. "You're one of the most intriguin...g slut's I've ever met," I said. "In fact, discounting porn stars on the internet, I don't think I've ever known such a slutty person as you." A pleasurable sigh came across the line. "How much do you want to fuck me, Dan?" Suzanne’s laboured breathing increased my excitement. "More than you can imagine," I replied with an honesty and desperation. "It was his idea, he would not be told no." She said, her voice noticeably deeper in tone to her norm.He noted that he was no longer trying to pry himself loose, and pushed back to her. Using his arms about her to pull her tight to him. She moaned as his shaft slid over her opening.'Even through two layers of cloth, ' Harlen thought, 'she is so responsive.'Her hand left the head and shaft of his swollen pole and slid over her hip to his belt buckle. It worked clumsily behind her own back and. She opened the passenger door and felt the cool air, touch recently unseen places, she giggled again as they met in front of the car and she unbuttoned his jeans avidly in anticipation of sucking his semi to an aching hard. “I’m gonna suck you so fucking good,” she whispered, and she felt him twitch against her hand as she freed him from his pants. His look said, “I know you will,” and she got to her knees, the roughage leaving indentations on her exposed skin. Gently she licked the head of his. They called me a pervert and told the other counselors. I was small for my age, skinny, and a total loner. We were assigned a counselor who oversaw a cohort of the boys there, depending on what cabin we were in. Ours happened to also be the head of the camp, who slept in a private cabin next door. His name was Joe. He was a large man, I'd guess 6' 3", tan skin bald head and gray goatee, built like a linebacker. I’d guess he was between 45-55 yrs old. He wore tight shirts and shorts that showed.