Never let teenagers chaperone a dance! [FM][Ageplay][FemalePOV][Blowjob][Anal][Public]

(Based on a true story. No actual sex with minors occurred.)

So this happened one summer when I was a CIT at a preppy sleep away camp in Maine. We were an all-girls camp, right by a lake, and on the other shore was the all-boys ‘brother’ to our camp. Every summer, for one night only, the camp would get together for a dance between their older campers and our older campers. For a lot of the counselors, it was just a chore, but not for the CITs… we weren’t allowed to leave the camp yet on our work breaks. This was the first time that we’d get to explore and not always be around our campers.

It was a little frustrating though. The camp uniform was mandatory at all times, and the fact that there were guys coming over made no difference. I’m 5’4 with long, straight brown hair, freckles, tan skin, and skinny petite with very few curves but enough (especially in a bathing suit) to turn some heads.

I had to cover my body up though. All of my attempts to roll up my shorts or cut my tops were stopped by the admins. So, we all just sucked it up and showed up for the dance in our work clothes.

There were some nights at camp where we would swim in the lake and look at the other shore with a pair of binoculars from the meeting house. We saw the guys swimming a lot and goofing around; it was obvious there were some seriously hot counselors who’d be coming to the dance.

SO, FAST FORWARD TO THE DANCE: I’m stuck working in the ‘bar’ which was essentially pouring soda into plastic cups for kids who came by. The other CIT in my bunk, who I’ll call Millie, was next to me, punching the tickets that the kids turned over for their drinks.

The guys who were there were largely standing around the dance floor. I was glad that I didn’t have that job. They needed to pull apart the campers who were getting too close. It didn’t seem like that was going to happen too much that night. The music was very old school and boring. There wasn’t a whole lot of romance in the air.

“Kind of boring, isn’t it?” I was taken out of my reverie by a deep voice next to me. I looked over to see a tan man looking over at me and smiling. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, with a thin beard, salt and pepper hair, tan skin, maybe close to 6′ and a really muscular body. Like really muscular. He looked like a statue wearing a worn out old shirt and cargo shorts.

“Umm, yeah, not great,” I fumbled. He handed me this ticket and asked for water.

“You don’t need to hand a ticket over unless you’re a camper,” Millie said. I wanted to shove her out of the way. I was just smiling and staring at him. I handed him his water and his hand landed on mine to take it. His skin felt incredibly rough. I remember my eyes drifting down to his shirt, and I finally saw that it was for a rock climbing gear company.

“Oh wow, you’re a rock climber?” I asked, still kind of in a daze.

“Oh yeah. That’s what I do over at Camp Ryder,” he said. He took a sip and then raised it to me in thanks before walking away.

“You didn’t take your ticket back!” Millie called out. *She was always doing this kind of shit.* But he didn’t turn around. I snatched it from her and looked it over. It didn’t have a name or anything on it.

Throughout the night, I would keep looking over at him and find him either laughing and talking with other counselors, or looking over at me. I was so distracted that at one point there was a line of campers waiting for soda. I needed to get away from this table.

“Millie, I need you to cover for me for a little while.”

“What? No, that’s too much work for one person.”

“Millie, come on, you fill the cup with ice, you pour the drink, you punch the ticket…”

“I just know that you’re not going to come back.”

*Maybe she’s right on that part.*

“Come on, you know I will, I just need to pee and take a break.”

I saw him leave the big gazebo where the dance floor was. He seemed to be alone. Right before he stepped out in the dark, it looked almost as though he looked my way? I grabbed the ticket that he left behind and ran after him. I heard Millie yell, “come right back!” Almost as if she were my own mother.

I CHASED HIM DOWN a little ways down the path, leading away from the cabins and toward the athletic fields by the lake. There were scattered campers in shadowy places making out with someone or otherwise misbehaving. I thought it was interesting that he wasn’t investigating these kids.

“Can I help you with something?” He said finally, turning around and smiling at me.

Suddenly I realized that I must look so awkward, just chasing him around in the dark. I held up his ticket. This confirmed it, I was a total idiot: “I wanted to… make sure you got your… ticket…”

He laughed pretty loudly then, and then looked around to see if anyone was around. “You’re cute, do you know that?” He took the ticket from me and put it in his pocket while he stepped dangerously close to me.

I couldn’t really formulate the words, so he continued, “No, I don’t think you do because you don’t have any guys around here who can remind you.” He moved my brown hair behind my shoulder, exposing my tan, slender neck.

“Do you *like* hearing me say how cute you are? How sexy I think you are?”

I nodded dumbly as he kept inching closer and closer, moving a hand up to feel my hip, then moving slowly up my side to my ribs, then shoulder.

“If you were a CIT at our camp, you would know exactly how sexy I think you are.” And with that, he turned around and kept heading out to the dock where the boats were tied to bring him back to camp.

“Wait!” I called out, careful not to get anyone’s attention. “I… I want to know how sexy you think I am…” I tried taking a few steps to close the distance again. As he turned around, I noticed something heavy looking in the front of his shorts. As I kept walking, I saw him put a hand near it and squeeze, highlighting a serious looking cock extending down his leg.

“Does this tell you how sexy?” He said, watching me carefully as I faltered in my walking. He looked over his shoulder to a nearby set of bleachers and motioned for me to follow him. He sat, partially in the lit field, partially in the dark, and spread his legs wide to give me a view of his crotch. He grabbed and wiggled his cock through the fabric.

I stopped short, maybe two feet away from him. “Do you want to see more?” he asked playfully. All I could do was nod. “Well then, what are you going to do to get more sexy?”

I looked around to see if there was anyone even visible from our spot. It looked deserted. In the distance, the sound of the boring dance music blared down at us from beyond the pine trees. Curling my hands under the hem of my shirt, I brought it over in one quick move, revealing my bare 34Bs as my long hair cascaded messily down. I had some tan lines from not being able to tan without a one-piece, but I didn’t try and cover too much.

“Mmmm wow, you’re an angel,” I remember he called me, and he gestured me over to him. He reached up and felt my soft titties with his rough fingers. I felt as though he was giving me little scratches all over, and the pleasure mingled with a little bit of pain. I moaned as he squeezed and pinched my nipples, and I looked down to find that he was getting even harder than before.

“I want to feel it,” I said, finally getting a bit more brave when I saw how much he liked playing with my tits. He didn’t make any sound in response, so I reached down and felt him through his shorts. He felt rock hard, almost like the handle of a baseball bat, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers up and down while he buried his bearded face in my tits.

That hurt a bit too, but I liked how he was using me. He seemed to have particular ideas, and I was enjoying not getting in his way. When I squeezed him lightly through the fabric, I heard him moan into my chest. Slowly, I snaked my other hand under him while he played and felt for the front of his shorts.

Once he knew what I was doing, he backed off and lay back a bit on the bleachers. I saw the button and zipper on the front of his pants and pulled them down, revealing some Tommy Hilfiger boxers barely constraining something thick and hard. I saw his head roll back as I moved his boxers down and let his cock out into the summer night air.

It was beautiful, maybe 7″ long and thick, with a nice vein running along the length. When I reached out a hand to feel it, I was shocked with how warm it was. He let out a deep groan, and I responded by leaning down and licking around his head.

I paused here. I wasn’t expecting this to happen that night. I have always liked giving head, and even found that I have some talent for it, but this was still a little more than I had expected. Still, the fact that it was happening was such a turn on, I couldn’t help but think about how dirty I was being.

Here was an older man, whose name I didn’t know, who didn’t really know anything about me, and just because he’s hot and spoke well, I’m sucking his cock? I answered these questions by taking his cock head into my hot wet mouth and swirling my tongue and lips around.

His hands came up every once in a while and felt my cheeks or grabbed at my head while I worked. Slowly I started to take more and more, pausing to suck hard, bobbing up and down, trying different things that I’d seen in porn videos online. Finally, I got to the point of no return, and I felt his cock pushing slightly into my throat. My eyes clenched tight, and I felt tears spring into them. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t really think straight. I took him out of my mouth briefly and then plunged back down again, taking him back as far as I could. Then, I felt him lift me off of his cock.

“Mmm God, I need to fuck you **now**”

“Ummm… I don’t know… I.. I’ve never had sex before”

“You’ve never had a cock in you to make you cum before?” he pressed letting his hands roam all over my body, feeling the wetness between my legs that was soaking through my cotton athletic shorts. “Mmmm it feels like you want to.”

His fingers snaked under my waistband and felt my soft lips. He was rough, and I couldn’t help but shriek at his touch.

“I want to stretch your little pussy so wide,” he added with a smile. My hands landed on his shoulders while he fingered me. I felt myself quivering while he worked, and I knew that I was going to cum very soon.

I felt some tears on my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t thinking about losing my virginity tonight, and if something happened like I got pregnant…. that’s it.

“I… I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Hmmm… good point. Well… hmmm, why don’t we try *this?*” and with that, I felt his fingers, wet from my pussy, pushing even farther back, up and to my tiny puckered asshole.

I hadn’t considered anal, so I didn’t really know what to say. “Come on, this could work. I’ll fuck your ass so good, and nobody will ever need to know. You’re gonna make me cum so hard, sexy.” I stood there, thinking it over, distracted heavily by his fingers pushing into my pussy and now pressing lightly into my ass.

He removed his fingers suddenly and I sensed him shifting on the bleachers. As he moved, he tugged my shorts down. My wet pussy hit the night air and I shivered.

“Step out of those and get on all fours,” he said as he pointed to a spot on the grass right in front of the bleachers. He directed me down to my knees and then instructed me to hold onto the bottom seat of the bleachers for support. While I was steadying myself, I felt him come up behind me and start grinding his shaft in between my ass cheeks.

His big palms pressed gently on the small of my back, making me arch my ass up to him. He pushed my legs farther apart with his knees as he got closer to lining up. I felt myself waiting for what felt like an eternity.

Once or twice I thought I felt his cock head pressing into my pussy, and I panicked quickly. He was lining up, he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy, and then withdrew, saying, “Sorry! Hahaha, wrong hole. Just the head though, relax!”

Next I felt the head on my asshole. It was so thick compared to my ass, I felt the shaft dragging on my ass cheeks as it pushed forcefully in. The next thing I know, his cock is replaced by his thumb. “First, I think I should loosen you up.”

With that, I felt him sink down. I felt his beard on my soft ass while his wet tongue and lips found my little hole. Feeling his tongue pressing into me made me moan loudly, and I thought for a second that someone might come by and catch us. Those thoughts left quickly as he kept licking and tongue fucking my little pucker.

Finally, after a few minutes, I felt him put one finger in, shortly followed by two. His fingers moved together and separately, moving in rhythm in and out, loosening me while his tongue kept me moist.

Next, I found him rearing up and his cock found my wet slit again. He ground against me for a little, letting my juices soak his cock, before he came back again and lined back up with my opening. I heard him spit again into his hand for some extra assurance as he started to push in.

I felt all of the air leave my body as I struggled to handle his girth. I was set on taking him and getting him to cum, so I didn’t want to stop, but I was so shocked at how intense the feeling was. Yes, it was painful, but more than anything, I was struck by how extreme the feeling was.

After a while of pushing in, (I wasn’t sure how much left there still was to fuck me with, to be honest) he started to pull back. Pulling very slowly for a while before pushing back in, this time farther, repeating this strategy until finally I felt his tight thighs pressing as far as they could go into my ass.

Then we stayed still for a little while. About a football field away, there was a counselor walking from the cabins back toward the dance, in the other direction. Were we well-hidden? I thought that, if she even glanced over here, she’d see what we were doing.

As that thought came to me, I felt him move in me again, this time always coming back to full sheath. Slowly, he picked up speed. He was groaning pretty loudly now, “fuck, you’re so tight.” He said, and I felt him grab my hips hard and hold me in place while he pistoned in and out of me.

I wasn’t sure what would be the most helpful, so I hung onto the bleachers and tried to move as little as possible. I found though that as my own orgasm got closer, I had a hard time not moving. His hand came down again and found my clit as my orgasm was starting to crash over me. Another hand came over my mouth, and I realized that I had probably been moaning too loudly.

He fucked me hard after that, and I realized that there were more campers and counselors out on the far end of the field. The dance must be ending soon, so we can’t be out here too much longer.

“Fuck me hard… they’re going to see…” I said, in shaky gasps while he pummeled into me. His eyes were shut tight and a vein or two were visible in his forehead. The next thing I knew, he was gasping with me and had collapsed as he shot his load deep into my ass.

A wave of something came over me, as his orgasm subsided. I felt very domestic, like I wanted to take care of him. I wiggled my ass a little from side to side while he stayed fully embedded. I turned over my shoulder and kissed his forehead lightly.

Then, he pulled out fairly quickly, and I watched him gingerly put his boxers and shorts back on. I saw a flash of his abs and wished that I could have taken in more of the view.

I saw the tree lights come on closer to us, so I found my clothes and got dressed. I enjoyed watching him watch me, but we heard some voices getting closer and realized that our time was done.

I went forward for a kiss, but he denied me, maybe he thought it was too risky now. Instead, he turned and walked away, looking back and whispering, “you are so fucking sexy.” Before continuing on to the docks.

“You know where to find me!” I called out, sounding perhaps too desperate.

“Who are you talking to?” I heard Millie say from behind me. She had come up from the dance and thankfully hadn’t seen or heard anything. She did give me a bit of work to do to make up for running off. I was okay with that though because all night, I could still feel that cock stretching my ass.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/894sfb/never_let_teenagers_chaperone_a_dance

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