Coed Junior High Camp

I have had many sexual experiences with my sisters and cousins and would like to continue sharing these. I am the one who wrote 'First Time With Cousins' (04-14-05 #15002) and 'Watching My Wife (11-21-05 #118019).

My cousins lived about two hours away, so we visited each other frequently as I grew up in the 50's. One experience we all looked forward to was summer camp and we all attended the same camp at the same time, which allowed our mothers to spend a week together.

One summer, when I was twelve, I shared a cabin with my cousin Jimmy, who was only two weeks older. Usually the camp counselors tried to keep us apart because we were quite a handful. This summer was to be no different. In those days, they kept the girls and boys as far away from each other as possible.

Carol was fifteen and Jimmy's older sister; Judy was sixteen and my older sister. They stayed in the same cabin together for years and were up for camp counselors next year. In-between was my younger sister, Janice known as the 'good sister' or 'good cousin' who was ten that summer.

For the last two summers, Jimmy and I were successful in spying on the girls in their various cabins as they readied for bed, and we had a nice routine every evening of collecting firewood for our counselor. We would rush through the woods and stack the wood nearby, then sneak up to the girls' cabins for a much anticipated view of bras and panties and sometimes nubile little breasts. Trees and binoculars were the required equipment for looking down into the showers for a full body view.

By this time we both had sprouted a little pubic hair, but Jimmy's penis was still bigger and thicker and he could squirt a lot more. My ejaculate amounted to a mere two or three dribbles while Jimmy could actually shoot a tablespoon a couple of feet. Oh yes I was envious and often wondered what would ever become of my little sprout.

There were five cabins with eight campers each for the girls and the same for the boys. The ages were mixed up so that the younger campers (age eight) would be mixed in with the older campers (age sixteen, usually the counselors).

By the second night at camp, we had already picked two cabins to voyeur and assured our place in the large white pines next to the showers was still accessible. Surprisingly, neither cabin of choice had our sisters in them, but the counselors were cute high school girls who were our tennis instructors, wearing very short tennis skirts revealing smooth, tanned legs and white panties.

Throughout camp, we watched them undress completely while their girls were out and throw on a robe and then would follow them to the showers where our perch and binoculars would afford us an almost inch by inch view of their bodies. There was hardly a minute we were not playing with our constant erections and spewing our cum on the forest floor at least three times every night that week. Twice, one of these beautiful girls masturbated while leaning against the stall wall which sent both Jimmy and I into a masturbation frenzy. It was a wonderful, sensual, erotic summer at camp that year that most males never experience, not to mention two, oversexed junior high cousins.

Water balloons were also the boys favorite weapon. To watch the water soak through a young girl's shirt was truly erotic, because most of them did not wear bras at camp and their shirts clung like Glad Wrap to their perky breasts. You could almost watch their nipples harden and most were oblivious to their condition, fighting back with their own balloons, and chasing us down. I wouldn't be caught dead wrestling with a junior high girl at home, but at camp, the social inhibitions were more relaxed

Since I was rather smallish in junior high, the girls would often choose me to run after and tackle to the ground. By now their bodies were not only wet from well aimed water balloons, but sweaty. Connie was the fastest and toughest and I remember laying on my back, being straddled by this strong girl, t-shirt cotton clinging to her nubile breasts calling for the rest to smear dirt in my face. On one occasion, she slid forward and pinned my arms to the ground. As she spread her legs, a huge gap appeared in her shorts between her legs and I was treated to an unobscured view of her panties which beautifully outlined her pussy lips. She caught be looking, pulled back and started yelling 'pervert!'. I took advantage of her surprise, pushed her to her back and now it was I who was on top, between her legs, however, she was far from helpless and quickly wrenched free.

For a matter of seconds, we stared at each other, breathless, dirty, but knowing that something powerful was stirring inside both of us. There was a realization of physical attraction but a definite caution that seemed very complicated. I smiled and apologized just as two of her comrades arrived ready to defend her. She said she had already taken care of the 'shrimp' and the three walked away in a victorious strut...but not without her looking back and smiling.

That summer, Connie chose me twice for a swim buddy and a member of the mixed relay team. As long as her girlfriends weren't around, she was like a best friend, but she treated me horribly in front of them. I tried many times to spy on her, but our camp schedules wouldn't allow me even a chance, so I resorted to jacking off with the memory of her perky breasts and warmth between her legs which was more than enough for any junior high boy. She moved away and that was the last time I saw her, but of course her memory lived long and hot.