I was helping out some friends who needed an office manager for a summer camp they ran. I was supposed to sit in the office, handling paperwork. But that summer, they were a little short staffed for counselors. I’m only 23, so it didn’t seem too out of place. Anyway, most of the other counselors ranged from 18-21.
On the first day of camp, I was told there were a few more counselors who were arriving. I waited outside to greet everyone as the busses arrived. The kids rushed off the busses, ranging from 6-18. And then, I saw her. The new counselor. She was a thick blonde, wearing skin tight beige shorts, hiking boots, and a blue polo shirt. By the time she had stepped off the bus, I had undressed her with my eyes, her firm breasts, muscular thighs. She had a pink pussy, a little patch of hair trimmed into the shape of a triangle.
I walked over to her and offered to take her bag, introducing myself.
“Eric,” I said.
“Ariella,” she said. “I guess they stepped up their counseling game since last year.”
“Hm?” I asked. “You’re not a counselor?”
“Haha, no. I’m a camper. I’m sixteen!”
I felt a knot in my stomach, apologized, handed her back her duffle and ran away in shame and disgust. But as the summer pressed on, Ariella and I actually became quite friendly. She sought me out as the cool counselor who gave her great dating advice. We’d sit and chat almost every night before dinner when the campers had some free time. One night, I found her hand on my leg after I said something funny. I looked at her hand on my leg and she blushed and yanked it away, apologizing.
Camp ended a few weeks later. On the last day, Ariella came out of the lake wearing a very revealing bikini. She saw me and walked over. To be honest, the leg on my leg affected our friendship. But it didn’t stop her from bursting into laughter as she pressed her soaking wet body against mine.
“Now you’re as wet as I am,” she said with a wink.
The counselors and campers exchanged a list of cell phone numbers and Instagram names to “keep in touch.” I walked Ariella to the bus, holding her bag. I hugged her goodbye. I never returned to the camp.
For the next year and a half, I occasionally stalked her Instagram page, never friending her, never texting her. And then, one random day in November, my cell phone buzzed. There was no name attached to the number. The text message said,
“I turned 18 today.”
I scrambled to my desk drawer and pulled out the old camp file, finding the list of campers phone numbers and IG names. The number matched. It was Ariella.
“Happy birthday!” I texted back.
“Is that ALL you have to say? lol.” She responded.
I sent her a winky face emoji and in rapid order, she sent me four selfies of her, each one in slightly less clothing. Jeans and a sweater. Jeans and her bra. Bra and panties. Panties with hands over her perky breasts.
“Oops,” she texted. “Where did my clothes go?”
It wasn’t THAT wrong, was it? I was 25. She was 18. It wasn’t like I was 40 and she was 18 … right? Well, whatever your opinion is, it doesn’t really matter. Ariella and I texted and sexted over the course of the rest of her senior year of high school. The sexts got more and more graphic. In one, a video of her masturbating. In another, a video of her sucking her boyfriends cock with the caption saying, “Just pretend it’s yours.”
In the next video, he ejaculated on her face.
In the next video, she stepped out of the shower and danced for me, in the nude, as water dropped off of her firm body.
I couldn’t wait another second. I had to know how she felt. And then, she hit me with the best news yet. She was taking a gap year and was moving to New York City, where I lived! She was taking a job with a relative’s business and would be staying with him in his guest room. Apparently, this was the “cool” relative, who said he was going to give her keys so she could come and go as she pleased, zero supervision.
On her first night in NYC, Ariella and I got sushi and went out for drinks. She had a fake ID. We barely could keep our hands off of each other. I fingered her in the Uber home. In the elevator, she unzipped my pants, dropped to her knees and sucked my cock on the slow climb to the 18th floor.
I threw her on top of the dining room table and yanked her skirt over her waist and entered her from behind. Her 18 year old cunt was absolutely drenched as I entered her without a condom on. She was so tight, I had to bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from exploding inside of her as I pumped and grunted and slapped her ass and pulled her hair as she howled and begged for me to fuck her harder. Deeper.
I carried her to the sofa, where I proceeded to go down on her, tasting her fresh, young pussy. I hoisted her legs up and ate her ass, running my tongue from her anus to her clit and back.
“Eriicccc,” she groaned. “You dirty boy.”
I smirked as I tongued her asshole, getting it nice and wet. I slid a finger inside of her asshole as I ate her pussy, sucking and nibbling on her labia and clit until she began to tremble. She yanked my hair and pressed me in deeper.
“Eat it, bitch,” she howled as she orgasmed, cumming hard, writhing, contracting her abs, squeezing her tits.
I stood and she inched forward, gobbling my cock, making it disappear down her throat. Her eyes grew wide as saliva rushed out of her mouth and tears streamed down her cheeks. She nodded, giving me the go ahead to be rough. I grabbed her pig tails and began to fuck the ever living shit out of her throat.
She gagged and squirmed, grabbing my ass and legs as I pummeled her throat. She coughed and sputtered and saliva sprayed all over the place as she rubbed her clit and orgasmed again, leaving a large wet spot on my sofa. I didn’t care, I couldn’t stop. Her mouth felt so good. I never wanted to stop fucking her teenage mouth.
I pulled my slobbery cock from her throat and slapped it against her face. She giggled as I stepped back and looked at her.
“Will you cum in my mouth?” She asked. “I want to taste your salty load. I want to feel it slide down my throat. Coat my tongue. Fill me up.”
She opened her mouth and locked eyes with me as I continued to fuck her mouth. I started grunting, choking her on my cock until the time came. I didn’t want to just dump my nut down her throat. I wanted to fill her mouth with sperm. I wanted to watch her eagerly gulp it down.
I pulled my cock from her throat and ejaculated onto her tongue. Rope after rope shot out of my cock. She didn’t gag. She didn’t wince. She didn’t react. She just sat there in her beautiful 18 year old cum hungry glory, eagerly gulping down rope after rope of sperm into her stomach until I was empty and she was full.
I pulled my cock from her mouth and watched her lean forward and lick the tip, savoring every drop.
“I have a feeling I made the right decision to take a gap year,” she said.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first saw you get off that bus,” I said.
“When you thought I was a counselor?” She said, laughing. “What else did you want to do to me?”
“I’ll show you in the morning,” I said, helping her from the sofa.
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