Camp Cummawanna Ch. 01

For as long as I could remember, my parents had been sending me away every year to a summer camp in the mountains. My friends call me James, although I was given the horrible name Jameson, probably after some alcohol that my real dad thought was so amazing, only I grew to find it kind of trashy. But hey, they were young. When my mom remarried my stepdad Craig, he and I would butt heads all the time and didn't get along. I hated Craig. Of course it was just my luck that since he had a lot of money, they started sending me off to this stupid camp. Every year they would drive me out in his white BMW convertible, and Craig would peel out of the dirt parking lot creating a big dust cloud before speeding off. The other campers thought it was awesome and would tell me I was so lucky to have such cool parents, but sometimes it didn't feel that way.

Let me be real for a moment and say that the Camp was not really called "Cummawanna," but it might as well have been. It was just something that the guys would call it as a joke because it sounded similar to the Indian name. The camp supervisor Brad hated it, as he would so often tell us in his PC lecturing way that it denigrated not only the "First Peoples," but the female counselors and the girls on the other side of the camp. The girls were ok, and from the ones I would talk to, they also thought it was kind of funny but seemed kind of naïve to what it really meant. I guess we all were really naïve in a sexual sense, although for some reason I felt slightly more mature than everyone else. I also felt like I had a pretty decent sized cock.

The only good thing about coming (no pun intended) to Camp Cummawanna each year was a really beautiful blonde counselor named Julie, whom from my first encounters with her, I found infatuating. In fact, I was madly in love with her. The trouble was, Julie was a few years older than me and it seemed like she didn't know I even existed. Besides being with the girl's side of the camp, she supposedly had a long distance Italian boyfriend and every now and again, a rumor went around that she was actually a lesbian. Although we crossed paths on a number of occasions, I was always socially awkward.

As the years went on, I had discovered my stepdad Craig's stash of porno mags, and growing more confident, I started sneaking a few to camp each summer for the cabin "library." My sexual curiosity and infatuation with Julie only grew, and my confidence really started picking up the prior Thanksgiving when I finally met my older girl cousin Leah for the very first time. Leah lived on the other side of the country somewhere in Northern Cali, and though I had seen a picture of her in the family album, the older, college sophomore version was nothing like I had expected. She was a college soccer player and kind of a preppy brunette, but hippie with a dark complexion and a tight body, in the Keira Knightley sort of sense. The first night that she arrived at our house, I masturbated my throbbing member to a pic of a sorority girl in a porn mag that looked just like her... night two and Black Friday would turn out to be something else totally unexpected.

"It's SO boring around here," Leah said, rolling her eyes, sighing. "How can you stand it? Don't you have any alcohol or a fake ID?"

We were playing video games in the basement while all the parents were at some local bar for an informal reunion of people they had grown up with. I was nervous being left alone with such a hot, older girl. Although she was my cousin, I honestly didn't know her.

"No, but my stepdad Craig has a liquor cabinet somewhere in his office," I told her, trying to seem cool.

"Well let's find it!" she squealed giddily, pausing the video game and grabbing my hand.

"We... really shouldn't," I backtracked, feeling guilty already. "I was... actually... " I trailed off, knowing Craig had a temper and was OCD about his stuff.

"You're such a pussy!" she said. "But you probably don't even know what that is."

"Fine, whatever," I shot back.

After wandering around through the dimly lit empty house and finding the key to Craig's office, we finally found the booze stash, and a little clay pipe.

"What's this?" I asked innocently, picking it up.

"Uh, marijuanaaaaaa, DUH," Leah laughed.

After making our way back to the basement, I drank my first ever drinks with her, mixing some Bacardi with Cokes that were in a mini fridge next to the TV. She put the clay pipe in my mouth, and wanted to light it for me.

"Just suck... slowly... then exhale," she instructed. "You'll be fine."

I started coughing like crazy as she was giggling, and I soon experienced being stoned for the first time as well. I'm not going to lie, it felt pretty amazing. We laughed and drank and smoked more, sitting closer to each other and playing more video games before switching over to the TV.

"OMG, you guys still have Showtime?" she laughed. "Do you like PORN-O, James?" she prodded with sarcastic enthusiasm.

"Um, I-I-I guess so..." I said nervously. "I'm not... really... sure?"

"So you jack off all the time then?" she joked.

We laughed some more as she put on some sort of softcore flick that took place on a ranch, as she asked me questions about whether I thought the actresses' boobs were real or fake.

"Give me a massage," Leah suddenly demanded, sliding down onto the floor. "College is like, SO hard."

"I d-d-don't know if that's a great idea," I said. "I mean, we're like... technically cousins, right?"

"Technically, who cares? It's nothing James," she said. "It's just a little shoulder rub you perv. It's not like you're going to fuck me or anything."

By this point, Leah, the drinks, and the Showtime flick had really got my brain into a scramble, and I obliged by starting to rub her as we watched a woman with huge boobs riding a muscular guy in cowgirl position. After a few minutes and some awkward playfulness, I started to smell an unfamiliar aroma in the air. Little did I know that it was Leah's pussy getting hot. My cock began pressing and whimpering inside of my pants, and I tried shifting so that she wouldn't notice.

"Ooh, hey watch that thing, STUD," Leah joked as my pants bulge bumped the back of her head. "So... like... hey James... do... you want to... massage my chest too?"

"R-r-r-really?" I replied dumbly.

She responded by just grabbing my hands and sliding them down her front as I began squeezing my cousin's tits under a tight, lavender velvet tanktop that she was wearing. From what I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples began beaming through the fabric as she leaned back into me, breathing now with a warbling exhale.

"These are real," she said. "Can you tell?"

"Uh yeah, of course," I gulped, trying to play it cool.

I began tweaking and playing more with her rock hard nipples as her chest began rising and falling with deeper breaths.

"Hey James," she whispered, looking up directly into my eyes and tousling my hair. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

Precum was now seeping through my pants as things took a new turn. Sitting with her legs bent and open, Leah slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her jeans as the malaise of her wet cunt aroma became even stronger.

"Do want to taste it James?" she asked.

I leaned forward slightly as Leah slid her hand down the front of her jeans, fingering herself slowly and then putting her glistening fingers in the air for me to lick and taste.

"Do you like that?" she moaned softly. "I want you to talk about your cock."

I stumbled through what I could awkwardly describe about myself as she edged me forward.

"Is it big James? Do you like to jack it off?" she asked intently.

"Y-y-yes," I managed to reply. "Very much."

"Do you want to jack it off all over me?" Leah asked quietly, fingering herself faster. I answered my cousin in the affirmative.

"Ooohhhh, ooohhh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" she suddenly blurted out.

By now the wet sloshing in her jeans had grown noticeable as she gripped one of my hands squeezing her tits with her free hand. She began rising off the floor, lifting her hips and bucking her denimed butt off the basement carpet.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" Leah screamed, quickly crescendoing, shaking.

When she finally calmed down from what I assumed was an orgasm, she stood up with her drink, wobbling a bit, then steadying herself.

"Now show me this cock of yours James, it's your turn," she slurred, taking a long sip of the Bacardi and Coke. "It better be good.".

Nervous, but ready to explode, I unbuckled my pants and began unfurling my entangled dick out of the underwear.

"PPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFF- HOLY SHIT!!" Leah exclaimed, splurting the drink out of her mouth.

"What?" I said, slightly embarrassed, tucking my cock.

"That thing is fucking HUGE!" she shot back. "I... I don't know what to say? I'm guessing you get all the girls with that fucking thing!"

"Eh, not really," I said sheepishly. "You're kind of the first person."

"Can I... fucking look at it in first person??" she inquired quizzically, her eyes growing wide with confused lust.

I gave my cock a few short jerks to straighten it fully out, as it sprang up and along side my cousin Leah's shocked face, now kneeling in front of me on the couch.

"Holy shit James..." she kept saying again and again, examining every inch of my rock hard penis, precum drooling down in a long strand. Leah took her finger and hooked the precum, tasting it with a coy "Hmmmm..."

"I can't believe this..." I muttered, as Leah slowly gripped my cock and began to tug it with one, and then two hands.

"I want to watch YOU jack it off," she said, standing up and taking another drink.

Still somewhat shy, I obliged and began jerking off my cock slowly as the precum continued to sputter out. Leah just kept murmuring "Holy fuck..."

After a few minutes, I was finding it difficult to find the right stroke, and asked Leah if she would take off her clothes for me.

"You mean this?" she said coolly, pulling down her velvet top and exposing her two upturned firm breasts. She twisted her body, making her boobs shift from side to side as she continued to do a little dance.

"That's it..." I said, letting out a moan. "Show me more."

"Only if you promise not to tell anyone," Leah said.

"I promise."

Leah wiggled out of her tight jeans and showed off her shaved, stubbly pussy, licking a finger and sliding it down between her wet folds. I narrowed my eyes in the dim light and rubbed my big cock harder, before watching her turn around to tease me by spank-grabbing her taunt, heart-shaped ass with both hands, jiggling and spreading it slightly, letting me have a few peeks at her little brown butthole.

"More, please, pleasssee..." I groaned with a whimper.

"More?" she said back, kneeling again on the floor in front of me. "I need you to cum all over me James, and don't hold back. I'm a nasty little cum slut."

Leah closed her eyes and began playing with her pussyhole again while squeezing a tit with her free hand, opening up her mouth with an outstretched tongue.

Rubbing my cock faster and standing up to brush it against her face, she continued to beg for me to shower her with cum while alternating her tongue back out. Seeing the back of her throat put me over the edge. Letting out a long groan, a gigantic hot load of my sperm began spraying her shocked face and into her open mouth, tasting it and licking her lips for more while gasping for breath as she furiously tried to swallow as much as she could.

"Ohhhhh yes, that's it! More James!" she commanded. "Cum on me!"

My dick continued showering load onto my cousin's amazing perky tits and down her stomach, now heaving with exhilaration as her pussy came again onto her hand.

As she began eagerly licking my cockhead with my still dribbling cum, we both could hear the sounds of cars pulling up outside.

"Oh fuck!" Leah said, quickly grabbing her clothes and running off into to the guest bathroom. I began putting my pants back on and tucking my sticky cock away, hiding all of the party paraphanalia.

Over Thanksgiving Leah and I exchanged a number of glances, and I knew what I was thankful for. To return the thanks, she continued her cock idolation by giving me a spit covered handjob when all the parents went out shopping. We were back to playing videogames again and had started some playful flirting over how to use the joystick. Midway through the double-handed handjob things started to pickup.

"Can I sit on your big joystick while I play?" Leah asked me innocently.

"We... we really shouldn't..." I replied nervously. "You're still my cousin, after all."

"You can't get me pregnant up my ass James, that's not how it works. Have you ever put your cock up a girl's butt before?"

Leah continued working her spit with her small hands onto my gigantic throbbing member.

"Uh... well... ok..?" I said in somewhat of confused disbelief, letting out a pleasured sigh.

Leah stood up and pulled her panties down from under her preppy, navy blue college skirt, flipping up the back and spreading her ass for me to find a small, rubbery object.

"That's called a buttplug James, I've had it in all morning. Could you be a doll and take it out for me?"

Leah's asshole was pulsating. I had seen buttplugs in mags before, but never up close and personal. Reaching out, I started pulling it out from her tight rear end.

"Hey! Not that fast!" Leah squealed, slapping my hand.

Slowing down and watching her little anus flexing some more, I carefully withdrew the slender 4 inch silicone plug from my cousin's ass. Her anus made a quiet "pfft" as it pulsed a little and resealed. Her anal seal was about to be broken again however, as she began sitting down on my vertical, spit covered rod.

"Oooooooohhhhh, ooooooooooohhh... that's it, don't move James, don't move, let me do it, let me do it," she cooed. Her right leg began quivering uncontrollably as she held a squat position.

Leah finished sitting back on my tool and nestled herself into my base station before unpausing the video game.

"Now this is more like it," she said.

"Wait, I can't see the TV!" I said childishly.

"You've seen all you need to see," she replied flatly. "Just sit back and relax."

Relaxing turned out to be a pretty hard endeavour, as Leah steered the race car on the game, moving with all of the twists and turns. Each time she took a curve, my cock rocked further up her ass, stretching her anal muscles and rubbing up against her dark inner recesses. When she hit a wall in the race, Leah thumped down, causing my cockhead to poke into her rectal portal.

"Tight turn!" Leah called out, bending and leaning into my giant dick like a joystick.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.... YES!!!" she shouted. "I WON!"

By now, my penis piston was ready to move into the "real life" pole position. Leah leaned back onto me, sliding her arm up and behind my head. I started stroking her chest through a white cotton blouse.

"Butt fuck me now James," she whimpered. "Fuck me like the big dick champion you were born to be."

I finally lost control, lifting Leah up by my hips and cock and turning her into the couch. Her butthole was wrapped tightly around my cock, a good 2.5 inch diameter now plugging it up to the hilt. Working slowly and withdrawing at first, Leah let out a long, intense moan.

"Slam my ass James, do whatever you want," Leah continued, "I give up."

Giving her some steady fucking, I couldn't help but lose all control of my dick and announced in due time that I needed to cum.

"Creampie my butthole, please, do it, fill up my ass, make me Thankful, make me fucking Thankful- please, please, PLEASE- DO IT!" Leah screamed.

"Shut the fuck up!" I said back, suddenly asserting my dominance, pushing her face down and into the couch cushions.

Muffled and still screaming, I took control of my new found manhood and rammed into my cousin Leah's ass as hard as I could. She began whimpering into the cushions as my cock began it's climax, stretching her anus momentarily as it bloated and burped cum into her exit chute. I felt like I was literally filling up my cousin's ass cheeks full of my cum, as she began twitching in silent orgasm, milking and squeezing the load juice, now dripping from her ass and splattering onto my abdomen. Slowly retracting my cock, the brownish/white load began dribbling down onto Leah's pussyhole and thighs...

The next day, Leah and my Aunt and Uncle were gone. My stepdad Craig explained to me that Leah had to prep for finals and was having a panic attack, so they switched flights to leave early.

It was back again to the magazines and on a few occasions, I made out with some girls from a nearby rival school, dry humping my way through the winter and squeezing a padded bra here and there. It was nothing like what I experienced with my cousin Leah though. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop thinking about Julie from Camp Cummawanna... it was my obsession. Now that I had some confidence going I knew that this last year coming up at the camp was going to be the "big one," whether or not I had to lay all my cards and guts out on the table.

As the summer approached, all I could think was my ongoing motto and that I wanted to sing it from the highest mountaintops:

"Camp Cummawanna: here I come!!"