It's almost time for my family's Summer Camp to begin for the year.I have such great memories of the summers down at the family farm when I was a kid,and even greater ones the older I got.I'm one of the adult crew now so I have more responsibility but it's so much fun to run the camp I don't mind the work at all.Especially since the really tedious jobs like trash duty,dish washing,mowing etc. are done by the kids.

  I should explain the history a little but I'll try not to bore you.I have a very large family founded by an ancestral great grandpa after the Civil War.He was thoroughly disgusted with the country and humanity in general after what he'd experienced in the war,then came home to find the south being raided by the yankee carpetbaggers.He determined to set up a camp or compound to raise a family outside the bounds of regular society.

  Once you're of a certain age and in good standing with the family you're allowed to read the secret journals that lay out the history of the family from that time on.I have read them and Pa Luke,as our founder is called,started on his quest to build a kingdom within a country by randomly killing yankees laden with stolen southern loot.There was so much disarray and poor communication at that time (the Union Army had ripped out most of the telegraph wires during the war) that making someone disappear in the night was frighteningly easy and Pa Luke had the skills he'd learned as a Reb Guerilla fighter to aid him.He did not record his kills but we know he amassed nearly $60,000 this way from 1865 to 1868.

  He then purchased a thousand acre tract of land in the Ozark mountains in Arkansas;an area that is little developed to this day and was ideal for his plans.He set up a few legitimate businesses over the years that fronted for his real money-makers,guns,whiskey and women.The war years had taught him that man is basically a depraved,lusting animal and that there was more profit and success feeding those desires than conventional,socially acceptable commerce.Whether his philosophy was correct or not,the money flowed in and the family grew.Pa Luke had three sons and he schooled them in that philosophy and through the next couple of generations it was refined,mainly as his descendants became more educated and worldly,and laid out in a sort of mission statement for the family with very specific rules and a power structure to keep it all flowing smoothly.

  I find the whole history and organization fascinating but I won't bore you further with details,suffice it to say that the summer camp is our time as a family to gather and teach our children how to carry on the family traditions,maintain it's interests and continue to foster it's growth.The part of this process you should find interesting is the socio-sexual training which starts just prior to puberty and continues for most of your life.Even an old dog can learn new tricks. *wink

  I'll give a few examples of how this works rather than try to lay out the whole program.When a girl is of age for actual sexual contact a teacher is assigned to train her.Ideally this will be one of her mother's brothers.The thinking behind this is that brothers have different relationships with their brothers than with their sisters.Familial love aside brothers are primarily adversaries and competitors,therefore their attitude towards a brother's daughter would be more aggressive,seeking to take her as a prize rather than care for her.Whereas their relationship to their sisters is primarily protective and caring,which will carry over to their attitude towards her daughters,making him ideal to do what is in her best interest rather than what he desires 

You can see from this example that,even within the family,man's basic animal nature is not ignored,but used to it's best advantage.

  Boy's training is a bit different,with teachers being chosen from aunts on either side,as the women have an inborn desire to nurture and care for the young.Even still,great care is taken to pair students and teachers.The actions of each member of the family in their daily lives are recorded and assessed by the board members who assign teachers.This probably sounds really invasive but it's completely voluntary,as is all participation in family activities and businesses.If you want the family's power and access at your disposal you have to live by the rules and most do. 

  As I drive through the lovely hills I think back to my first summer of training.My father was an only child and my mother only had a brother so I was assigned a close cousin as a teacher.She was a lovely,earthy woman named Sharon with long,somewhat coarse hair,a wonderfully curvacious body and breasts that would make a grown man weep.She was probably a 38 double D and they had that enticing teardrop shape,round and heavy on the bottom with the top curving like a ski slope to broad,dark aureolae tipped by nipples the size of pencil erasers.With the coarse quality of her hair her bush would have been a jungle had she not trimmed it nicely.Shaved pussies were rare at that time so I counted myself lucky.Her pussy was as luscious as her breasts,with inner lips that stuck out like a lace ruffle past her outer labia.She could not have children of her own so her pussy was very tight.She had slightly exaggerated features - longish nose,broad mouth,ears on the large side etc. and this was reflected in her clit which was as big as a grape and just as tasty.

The first day was spent learning about the female body.

  "You can't drive the car if you don't know what all the buttons do." Sharon joked.I quickly learned about the ultra sensitive parts of a woman's body and how to properly stimulate them.Sharon explained that women's nipples are much more sensitive than men's.She demonstrated it this way.First she licked one of my nipples and told me to remember how it felt."Now I'm going to show you how it would feel to do that to a woman." She said and knelt between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.Men in our family are not circumsized as it is considered by the family to be unnatural and desensitizes the glans of the penis.Retaining that sensitivity preserves the full pleasure potential for the man and makes him a more gentle lover since his penis more closely matches the sensitivity level of the woman's vagina.Using this to her advantage Sharon took hold of my cock and lightly flicked the very tip of my foreskin with her tongue,shooting waves of pleasure through my groin.

  "Holy shit,that feels great!" I exclaimed,to Sharon's amusement.She went on to explain that,while you should always start of very gently with a women's breasts,sometimes they would like it a bit rougher,something you have to figure out for each particular lover.She used a similar method to teach me about the clitoris,using the glans of my cock to demonstrate it's ultra sensitive nature."This is just basic information to get you started off." She said. "You'll learn it well in practice one we start having actual sex."

  We spent that first week learning the basic biology and function of the female body.Sharon had me use dildoes on her so I could get a bird's eye view of how the cock entered the pussy and how to stroke it to best effect.

  "Remember to stimulate her as much as possible while you're fucking her.If she's on her back with you above her use your thumb to stimulate her clit like this." She sucked on my thumb to wet it then placed it beside her clit,showing me different ways to play with it and tease it. "If you're taking her from behind then you can either reach around to her clit or you can play with her asshole...or both!"

  The next week was much more fun,starting with Sharon showing me what a properly trained woman can do for a man.Monday morning,bright and early I found myself tied to the bed,spread eagled.

  "We believe it is a good motivational tool at this point to demonstrate exactly what sexual pleasure is all about." Sharon said as she blindfolded me. "You've been an excellent and attentive student up to now but after today you'll be dedicated to this process in ways you never imagined."

  I have to admit to being a little scared when I could no longer see what was happening.I trusted Sharon completely by this point but losing your sight sets off panic even in the absence of danger.Especially when you're tied to a bed buck naked.I could hear her moving around the room and there were random sounds that I could not identify.It was unnerving.Then I heard music...soft horns and strings backed by gentle drums.Ah,Jazz,I thought.I had heard a little before but didn't know anything about it.

  "Who is that playing?" I asked.

There was no immediate answer,but I heard the sound of Sharons bare feet crossing the floor.I could feel her presence near me,then felt the bed sag and that presence was very close...with her mouth a few inches from my left ear she sighed the answer.

"Miles Davis,baby." She said in a low,husky tone,her hot breath in my ear making me quiver.She placed her left hand on my cheek and kissed my ear lightly,then flicked it with her tongue.The hand on my cheek began to trail down,her fingertips caressing my neck and chest,where she raised her fingers so only the tips of her nails were touching me.She raked them lightly down to my navel then back up to my nipples.She flicked the right nipple with her nail as her lips wrapped around the left one,licking and sucking,occasionally nipping at it with her teeth,which set me to quivering again.Her hand moved down again,this time not stopping at my navel but continuing until I felt the nails raking the inside of my left thigh.As she brought the hand back up she paused at my groin,taking my balls in hand and fingering them gently.I tensed up,naturally,and once again felt her hot breath in my ear.

  "I'm not going to hurt you,baby." Sharon crooned.

  "I know Sharon,it's just...well...I can't see and everything is..." I trailed off.

  "I know,sweety,but cutting off your sight makes all your other senses heightened;sounds,smells,feelings,everything is more intense and that will intensify your pleasure as well." She said in a gentle and reassuring voice. "All you have to do is relax and enjoy it."

  She paused and I felt a subtle shift in her weight on the bed."Here,I want you to smell something."

  I sensed something near my face and sniffed as instructed.It was a sweetly pungent aroma.Not unpleasant really and somehow...arousing.

  "Good boy." She said. "Now open your mouth and taste."

  I did as she said and felt her fingers in my mouth seconds later.I licked and sucked them clean,tasting saltiness and an odd flavor similar to the pungent aroma I had smelled.

  "What is that?" I asked.

  She let out a low laugh,like a muffled giggle. "That's my pussy juice,baby." She whispered gleefully. "Do you like it?"

  I couldn't speak.My mind was racing through images of her slipping her hand between her legs,delicately scooping essence of girl out of that oh so tight little pussy of hers.

  "More." It came out of me as a low whimper.

  "What was that honey?" She asked,not understanding what I'd said.

  "More please!" I begged,more clearly now. "Please give me more." I whimpered.

  "Okay,baby." She crooned and a moment later I felt her fingers in my mouth again.I don't know what was more exciting about that moment.Knowing that it was girl juice I was sucking off her fingers or the sucking itself.For a boy like me that experience of having a mature woman's fingers in your mouth was incredibly erotic,juiced up as they were or not.That was my first time to feel the true effect of eroticism.The sweet,sheer,raw,burning feeling that makes you feel so deliciously naughty,so decadent.

  I must have spent five minutes sucking ever drop of essence from her fingers.After she withdrew them I turned to her,or where I perceived her to be,and said "Oh,thank you Sharon,that was so good,so..so.." I trailed off,at a loss to describe what I felt.

  "Oh honey," She laughed. "You are So sweet,I just want to eat you up."

  I felt her weight shifting again then felt her body against mine as she lay on top of me.It was so soft and warm and she just enveloped me.Taking my face in her hands she placed her lips on mine.We'd had an hour or so of kissing instruction a few days before so at least I knew what I was doing to some extent.I felt her tongue against mine,her kiss warm and wet and deep! It seemed that our mouths were made for each other,a perfect fit that I must admit I have never found with any other woman.God she could kiss;I felt it all the way down to my toes.

  She was moving her body too,a kind of slow wallowing,rubbing her entire body on me,setting my skin on fire.She slid down and I felt her pussy rubbing against my very erect cock,wrapping around it and slathering it with her glorious girl juice.

  I lost it at that point.It was all just too exciting for me to bear and,as my back arched,I blew my load.A cock straining,ball draining,moonshot of an orgasm had made me rise off the bed,lifting Sharon in the process,then I relaxed back onto the sheets.Sharon had stopped kissing me and now lay atop me,giggling.

  I didn't say anything but I must have had a hurt look on my face.

  "Oh,baby," Sharon cooed, "I'm not laughing at you honey! I'm laughing because you shot your wad up between my legs into the air and it landed in the middle of my back!" and she fell into a fit of laughter. I thought about how that must have looked and then I started laughing too.

  When she recovered she lifted herself up and removed my blindfold. She lay back on top of me and gave me a little kiss.

  "I think we need a little break to get cleaned up.What do you say to taking a shower with me?" She asked.

  "I'd say...Yes Ma'am!" and we both laughed.She untied my restraints and helped me out of bed.

  We started to head to the bathroom but she stopped me at the foot of the bed.

  "Um,before we get all clean there might be one more thing you'll want to do." She said and,sitting on the edge of the bed,she lay back and spread her legs wide. "Do you want the rest of my pussy juice?"

  She did NOT have to ask me twice.

                                             *** to be continued ***