Girls' Camp

by Victoria Rush

  Emma grunted like a wild animal as she pushed her hips down hard onto my hand and squeezed her thighs and buttocks muscles together, burying my face in her ass. I could feel her pussy and anus spasming in hard contractions as she grunted with each pulse. I held her for a few moments, then gently kissed her cheeks as she flopped down onto the air mattress.

  A few minutes later, the zipper on the front of our tent opened and Hannah and Maddie stuck their heads through the flap.

  "Do you guys want some company?" she said, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "It sounds like somebody's having all the fun in here."

  Emma and I looked at one another and laughed.

  "The more the merrier!" I said, motioning for them to come in. The girls scampered into our tent but just as Hannah began closing the zipper, Lilly stuck her head in.

  "Feel like two more?" she asked.

  We all giggled as everybody piled into our tent, and soon after we formed a giant swirling mass of bodies, sucking, licking, and tribbing each other into the wee hours of the night.

  We fell asleep on top of one another around four a.m. It wasn't until almost midday the next morning when we slowly crawled out of the tent. While Lilly prepared brunch, the rest of us went our separate ways into the bush to relieve ourselves. A few minutes later, Hannah called out from the north side of the island. We all rushed to her thinking she'd fallen or hurt herself, then we saw her crouched down, pointing over the lake.

  “Look,” she said. "Do you see that?"

  I squinted into the distance and saw a canoe with two occupants slowly paddling across the lake, on a parallel course with our island.

  "I guess we're not the only ones out here, after all," I said, nodding.

  "Can you make out who it is?" Bonnie said. "I mean, are they boys or girls—or one of each? Should we invite them over to share brunch?"

  We all looked at each other, hesitating. None of us was sure we were ready to share ourselves with anyone else after last night's orgy.

  Hannah suddenly looked in my direction.

  "Jade," she said. "Did you bring your binoculars from home? Let's see what they look like close-up. If it's a couple, they might just want to be left alone."

  I nodded and hurried back to my tent to retrieve my field glasses from my backpack. When I returned to the group, Hannah took the glasses from my hand as we all crouched down on the mossy ground, spying on the interlopers.

  Hannah held the glasses up to her eyes and swiveled the focus button on top.

  "Holy shit!" she said. "It's two guys. Two very young guys!"

  "How young exactly?" Lilly said.

  Hannah paused as she steadied the binoculars over her forehead and adjusted the focus.

  "Late teens, early twenties at most. And they're cute! Long hair, a little rough around the edges maybe, but buff!"

  "I guess we know at least one of us is on board with that," I said.

  We all peered over at Lilly and she chuckled as she smiled at us slyly.

  "Sounds like the kind of guys who would drive a beat-up Pathfinder," she said, remembering the other car in the parking lot of our trailhead.

  Hannah turned around and looked at each of us carefully.

  "What do you say, girls? Should we invite them over? I mean, I don't want to spoil our fun, but this could mix things up quite nicely. Think of all the permutations this could make. I bet those horny teenagers would jump at a chance to join six sexy girls alone on a deserted island."

  We all looked at one another for a moment, then we giggled and stood up on the bank of our island.

  "Over here!" Hannah yelled, waving her arms over her head trying to get the attention of the two paddlers. "Come to Momma, you sexy little hunks."

  We all jumped up and down on the shore screaming and yelling, and the canoeists stopped paddling for a moment, looking in our direction. Then they looked at one another, unsure of our intention.

  "Oh, for crying out loud," Hannah said, peeling off her shirt and bra. "I think they need a little more encouragement.”

  We all peeled off our tops and jumped up and down on the shoreline, our tits bouncing up and down.

  "Here we are!" Lilly shouted. "Six sexy, horny girls! Come dip your paddles in some even hotter water!"

  The canoeists suddenly began paddling again, and I saw the boat begin to turn in our direction.

  Oh boy, I thought. Now we've really gotten ourselves into a row of trouble...

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  I fell asleep that night with visions of futa girls crawling over my body as I sucked, fucked, and played with their ladydicks all night long. It didn't take long for my dreams to turn in this direction, and within minutes I was transported to an ancient Arabian kingdom filled with sorcerers and villains. I dreamt that I was the daughter of a powerful emir, betrothed to the king's son. But I wasn't ready to be married yet, not least because I was secretly carrying on an affair with his pretty daughter Farah.

  Farah and I had tried to run away, but she was caught by the palace guards while I escaped to a remote cave in the Arabian desert. After a few days without food and water, I began to explore the large cavern in search of nourishment. I came upon a grotto illuminated by a beam of sunlight shining from a crack in the ceiling. The ray projected onto a gleaming pile of jewels and glazed pottery, sitting beside a gurgling pool of water.

  I stumbled toward the pool and began guzzling up the liquid into my parched lips. After I recharged my dehydrated body, I began to sift through the trove. It had obviously been placed to hide someone's riches in a location with an abundant source of hydration. Its keepers would have to travel a long distance over the desert to get here. Surely, they'd have also stored some extra food provisions to tide them over on their long journey?

  I began to tear off the lids of the assorted containers, desperately looking for anything to eat. The pots and bowls clattered against one another, occasionally breaking into shards, but preserving the integrity of the pretty porcelainware was the last thing on my mind. To my dismay, the bowls were only filled with more jewels and coins. The cave probably carried a king's ransom worth of treasure, but that would be of little help to me if I died of starvation in the next few days.

  I continued rummaging through the pile until I came upon an odd-shaped jar with a small hole at the top of its tapered end. I picked up the vessel and it was heavier than I expected, which meant it had to be filled with something. The lid to the jar was sealed, so I shook the container to discern its contents. It made a strange rustling sound, suggesting there was something soft inside.

  Could it be a grain or nut storage jar? I thought.

  I stuck my finger through the hole to see if I could feel what it was, but the contents kept moving around, almost like there was something alive inside. I peered through the hole, but there wasn't enough light in the cave to see beyond the curved flute at its end. Thinking it might be a small mouse or some other creature, I banged the vessel against a nearby rock in an attempt to break it open. At this point, I was so hungry I could have eaten just about anything.

  But unlike all the other delicate pots and bowls, this vessel wouldn't break. I held the container up into the light to try to read the inscription on its flanks. There had to be something valuable in this flask for it to be fortified so strongly, I thought. The container had a thick coating of soot, so I rubbed my sleeve on its side. Suddenly, I heard a strange rumbling coming from inside the flask as a tendril of smoke began to rise from the hole.

  The discharge grew thicker and heavier, and the container began to shake violently in my hands. I looked up at the smoke filling the chamber and gasped as it began to t
ake the shape of a man. He was wearing a large turban and embroidered tunic over puffy trousers. On his feet he wore bejeweled jester slippers. When the apparition began to speak, I almost fainted.

  "What is so important," the ghost thundered, "that you've shaken Suleiman the Great from his slumber?"

  “I’m sorry..." I stammered, in equal parts frightened and mesmerized by the impressive figure. "I didn't know what was inside..."

  "Well, you've awoken the jinni now. What is it that you desire?"

  "Jinni?" I said, my eyes widening in wonder. "You mean genie? Are you some kind of genie?"

  I glanced down at the vessel in my hands and realized it was an oil lamp.

  "Are you the genie from Aladdin's Lamp?!" I exclaimed, suddenly excited by my find.

  "I don't know who this Aladdin is,” the ghost said, “but as the bearer of the lamp, I am beholden to only you. What is it that you wish?"

  "You mean you can grant me a wish?! Just like in the famous story from Arabian Nights?"

  "Yes," the genie said. "Three wishes, in fact. So choose wisely. I will return to my cozy home after I've granted your wishes and will not come out again for a hundred years."

  "Oh boy!" I said, not hesitating to give it much thought. There was only one thing on my mind right now, and that was my grumbling stomach. "I need food. Lots of food. Enough sustenance to carry me back over the desert to the sultan's palace."

  "Your wish is my command," the genie said, raising his arms then snapping his fingers toward the ground beside me.

  Suddenly, I was surrounded by piles of fruit, nuts, and dried meat. I grabbed a handful of lamb and rammed it into my mouth, gobbling it down in chunks. As I felt the energy returning to my body, I looked back up at the genie.

  "Choose wisely, young lady," he said. "You only have two wishes remaining. That food won't last very long. You might want to ask for something you can enjoy for the rest of your days."

  I looked at the genie and paused. I was already surrounded by all the jewels and wealth I could ever possibly need. What else could I use that would bring me additional enjoyment? As I began to feel the nourishment coursing through my veins and reinvigorating my organs, I suddenly smiled.

  "I'd like to have a man's cock," I said. "But not just any cock. I want a long, thick one. One that I can cum with repeatedly whenever I want."

  "Your wish is my command," the genie said, raising his arms, preparing to deliver my request.

  "Wait!" I shouted. "But don't want you to take away my lady parts. I still want to look like a woman, with normal breasts and a pussy and a clit. I just also want to have a fully functioning penis."

  The genie paused for a moment as he considered my request.

  "I suppose that still counts as one wish," he said. "Not taking anything else away doesn't require any extra effort. Do you have any other special requirements for this man penis you dream of?"

  Hmm, I thought. I should be careful he doesn't just give me any old dick.

  I thought about the ones that I'd particularly enjoyed over the years. Then I held up my hand and separated my fingers a few inches.

  "I want it to be circumcised,” I said. “And straight. Let's say eight inches long, and...two inches thick. And nicely upstanding when it's erect. A forty-five-degree angle against my abdomen sounds about right."

  "Done."

  The genie raised his arms again then flung his hands in my direction. At first, I didn't feel anything, but when I lifted my skirt, I gasped. I had a magnificent, golden-brown, circumcised manhose hanging between my legs! I spread my thighs apart and began to fiddle with my new joystick, and it immediately began to fatten and lengthen. As the phallus began to rise up between my legs, I felt a new kind of tingling between my legs. I watched transfixed as my new member jerked and rose with each new pulse of my heart.

  I finally had my very own cock! I thought. My very own throbbing, bobbing, hard cock!

  I couldn't wait to play with it as I circled my fingers around the shaft and squeezed the hard meat in my hand.

  "Um," the genie said, peering at me as I sat dumbfoundedly with my fist around my hard-on. "What would you like for your final wish? I'd like to get back to my peaceful slumber sometime today, if you don't mind."

  "Oh, yeah," I said, pausing to contemplate what else I could possibly want.

  For a moment, I considered asking him for a playmate, a pretty girl that I could use my new cock on right away. But then I remembered Farah, and I had a better idea. If I was ever going to sneak back into the palace and steal her away, I'd need a pretty good disguise.

  "I want you to change my looks a little bit. Just enough so people won't recognize me when they see me. But I still want to look feminine, around my same age, and pretty."

  "Your final wish is my command!" the genie said, as he flung his arms in the air then back toward me.

  A cloud of smoke rose from my perch in the cave, and I peered over to look in the pool of water to see my reflection. A pretty brunette looked back at me, and I smiled.

  This will do just fine, I thought.

  Suddenly it occurred to me that I'd need additional resources to steal my beloved Farah away from the clutches of her powerful father.

  "Wait!" I called out to the genie. "There's one more thing!"

  "I'm sorry," the genie said as he began to shrink and vaporize in the cool cavern air. "You've used up all of your allotted wishes. I wish you well. Now please do me a favor and hide my little lamp so I won't be disturbed for another hundred years."

  The smoky apparition began to shrink and collapse, then the swirling cloud of smoke disappeared back into the container. I looked around the cave for a safe place to deposit the lamp, then I pushed a large boulder aside and placed the lamp in a recession behind the rock. If I couldn't use the genie's power for another hundred years, then at least I'd be able to pass it along to my family where I'd hidden him.

  As I walked back to the pool of water, I glanced at my reflection once again. It was strange to see someone other than myself looking back at me, and I ran my hands over my face to be sure it was really me. The girl looking back at me was beautiful with big doe-eyes, high cheekbones, and full pouty lips. As I smiled at my reflection, my penis suddenly started rising up between my legs again.

  Apparently, my newly installed manhood also found the girl in the water attractive! I pulled off my dress and underclothes and appraised my full body in the mirrored reflection. I still had nice full, firm breasts and round, shapely hips. I spread my legs and pulled my skin apart. And I still had a pussy—thank you, Genie!

  I placed my hand over my slit and traced my middle finger up toward the junction of my lips to make sure I still had my clit. As I began to circle it in my familiar way, my eyes widened as my new cock swelled and hardened, and rose in a series of sexy pulsing bobs until it pointed straight up at a forty-five-degree angle.

  The genie was true to his word. My cock was truly magnificent. Long, firm, and thick, with a large plum-shaped bulbous head that was already leaking sticky fluid out of its slit. I placed my finger over the opening and swirled it over the viscous fluid, then raised my finger to my mouth.

  A little salty—but not disagreeable, I thought.

  I couldn't wait to see my cum shoot out of my dick when I had a full orgasm. I placed my fist awkwardly around the shaft and began jerking it like I'd seen so many men do before. I was glued to my reflection as I watched myself masturbate my big cock over the pool. Even though I could feel the pleasurable sensations emanating from my crotch, it still felt like I was watching an entirely different person.

  But the feeling coming from my man dick was undeniable. It wasn't all that different from the sensations I felt when I played with my pussy and clit, but it was still...different. It felt—bigger. I began moaning and grunting as I whacked my big cock, recognizing the pleasure rising up within me, emanating from my hips.

  The more I rubbed it, the deeper shade of purple my cock became. The head of my
cock was now glistening with a thick coat of sticky translucent fluid. When I placed my hand around the bulb and began to massage the lubrication into my skin, I threw my head back and groaned.

  So that's where all the action is, I murmured.

  The head of a man's cock was a lot more sensitive than the rest of his organ, just like a woman's clit. All the super-sensitive nerve endings were concentrated in the end. I grasped the base of my organ with my left hand and placed my right hand over the upper half and began jerking myself with two hands.

  The feeling emanating from my groin was indescribable. I was just starting to get the hang of this whole jerking off thing, and two hands was definitely better than one! As I humped my hips into my hands watching the head of my wet cock pumping in and out of the end of my fist, the strange reflection in the pool peered back at me. As I watched her pretty mouth open in ecstasy, I pounded my cock hard against my mound and moaned in delirious pleasure.

  As I began to feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm welling up inside me, I refocused my attention on the tip of my cock as it pistoned in and out of my hands. I didn't want to miss this fireworks show for all the money in the world!

  I grunted and groaned as I thrashed my head from side to side, barely able to stand up from the pleasure consuming me. Suddenly, I felt a different kind of sensation, as if I had to pee. Coming from deep inside my perineum, I could feel something pushing to come out. As the crest of my orgasm hit me, I screamed out loud, echoing throughout the grotto.

  "Yes!" I screamed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming from my big, manly cock! Fuck! I'm cummmingggg!"

  Suddenly, a thick string of white fluid spurted out the tip of my cock as my pole pulsed repeatedly in my hands. I gasped with each contraction, as a new spurt of white goo squirted out of my joystick, making ripples in the water below. I squeezed my cock so hard between my two hands, I was afraid I might break it. But it just kept throbbing and pulsing in my hands, until the last few spurts of come dribbled from the head. When I finally finished coming, I hunched over, exhausted from the experience of having my first ladyboy orgasm.