"If you went to camp, you'd know that you saw plenty of vaginas in a lifetime and probably the inside of them [...] because at camp you just are, like, crazy. Yeah, it's just a thing. I don't know, like, people that went to camp know. Just camp things."
u/cdncbnSex in the washroom back closetSex in the dining roomSex in the busSex in the senior staff girls roomSex at the Friday night campfire ceremonyetcu/Sandstar643Camper here, I was in grade 6 on a school camping trip when we walked into the cabin. Our cabin leader wasn't there, so we checked her room only to find her lying on her bed with another counselor going at it. They were both female. I'm a male.
“Me and the other [teen] apprentices were completely unsupervised at night,” she says. “I had one camp crush. We didn't end up having sex, but we would make out and feel each other up at night. I could always hear other people doing the same thing. Once or twice a couple of people would just go off into the woods together for more serious stuff. I felt like I got no sleep at all that summer.”
We had a "campout night" where you would sleep in tents instead of the cabins. I was a rover one night and there was an unusual amount of movement coming from a tent that wasn't with the others. I shined my light on it and it still kept moving. I went over an [sic] announced myself and opened the tent. Two of my staff members were fucking like rabbits. I quickly told them to stop and I let them get dressed. They were both 17 and I had to fire them and call their parents. Very awkward.
Oh my god, I worked at this camp in New Hampshire for two summers. Three main things.
One: everyone fucks everyone [...]
Two: half the counselor a [sic] were high the whole summer [...].
Three: it is the worst place to send your preteen daughter. The pressure that 10-13 year olds are under to perform sex acts is unimaginable. Most of them give in and then end up crying about it later [...] I caught a 11 year old giving a blow job to 16 year old.
“I go to this, where promiscuous behavior is practically encouraged and cultivated [...] with no parental supervision, there are lots of sexual firsts for everyone [...] There is one girl in particular, Georgia, who is really petite and very pretty [...] Josh and another boy coerced - basically forced - Georgia to give them blow jobs, while others filmed it on their phones.”
“[...] couldn't stop eyeing everyone else, staring at their round asses as they dressed, the dusky hairs emerging from the bathing suits. “You are so bicurious!” Lena's camp counselor said after she caught Lena “[...] watching her tits swing as she changed.” And Lena: “[...] lusted after a college student and flirted with her “Australian 'bunk uncle'”.The following summer, at the age of fourteen, Dunham found her “truest love”. “[Johnny] was blond, from South Carolina, and just shy of twenty-two.” In her bunk, Lena fantasized about discarding her “[...] clothes, approaching Johnny, and letting him put his hands all over [...]” her body.
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Cruel Intentions 2 (2000) |
[...] I took her pants off. [...] Her ass was fantastic, very hard. And her tits were big for an Asian. I spit on my hand, and then I put my dick inside her. It was good [...]"
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Kendall Jenner with Tonight I'm Someone Else |
Bianca shared while laughing, "So then he [i.e. Brandon, a middle-school bully] says to her [i.e. 11-year-old Dawn], three o'clock, I'm gonna rape you."And Bianca inquired empathetically, "What's under your towel anyway, Will? Chelsea's never seen a dick; let her see it."
One day, when we were walking to whatever activity was next, she asked me if I wanted to skip it [...] As we got further away from the camp, she stepped off the trail. I followed her. We wandered through the trees, and I tripped over a rock hidden under the snow.We got to a clearing and she plopped on the ground, then started making a snow angel. “What about your pants?” I asked. “Won’t they get wet?” [...] “They already are.” I blushed at the implication. Seeing my flushed face, she stood up, walked to me, and kissed me [...] I couldn’t hold myself back. I kissed her, putting my hands around her neck, pulling her in.[...] I pressed myself against her and we fell in the snow [...] I rolled on top of her, kissed her again [...] She wiggled, unzipping her coat, unzipping mine, and our hands were on each other’s chests, grasping at softness. I kissed her neck; she moaned and put my breast in her mouth [...] After much maneuvering, she pulled off her glove and stuck her hand down my pants. The chill of her fingertips pressing into me.“We walked back to camp, our faces flushed.”
One day my parents gave a party. Everyone brought their kids. Arthur and Evelyn drove up from Indianapolis with James to the redbrick schoolhouse where we lived, deep in the hills north of Fort Wayne. As the parents drank cocktails in our big yard with the scent of the blooming wads of cash infusing every inch of Indiana just after WWII, the kids played up on the hill beside the schoolhouse.James was 7 and a half or 8, a bloodthirsty, beautiful, relentless boy. He ordered everyone around, even the older kids. To me he said, “I’m going to shove this up you again.”We’d played this game before. Our families had gone on a camping trip to Pokagon State Park, and I learned that an object could be shoved up the place where I tinkled. I don’t remember now what it was, probably a stick, or maybe a rock. It felt like being cut with a knife. I remember I bled.
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Better Things |
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The Secret Life of the American Teenager |
She writes of the memory of one particular afternoon [...] The story is of coming into the cabin to collect her tennis racket and finding the two little girls from Louisville, Kentucky [...] lying across the top bunk, head to toe, the brunette’s narrow foot sweeping back and forth across the strawberry blonde’s nipple, the blonde’s jumpsuit unzipped and parted to the waist. When the lovebirds sighted the girl and smiled at her, there was a flash of light like an explosion, as the sun, reflecting off the brunette’s metal tooth-braces [...]
Her astounding tale started with an introductory mention of her tent-mate of the previous summer, at another camp, a “very select” one as she put it. The tent-mate [...] instructed her in various manipulations. [...] I wanted to know if either mother learned of those sapphic diversions? “Gosh no,” exhaled limp Lo [...]
Communal sleeping, shared showers, and minimal supervision — often at the hands of slightly older and even hornier youths — add up to a pressure cooker of hormones, humiliation, awkward fumbling, and memorable discoveries.
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