Though we didn't run one this year because of the pandemic, normally every year my church runs a young people's camp for about thirty 18 to 21 year old boys and girls at a centre out in the countryside. I'm a wife and mother in my mid thirties and I go along to help with the girls. I had quite an adventure the last time I went.
It's a beautiful place. Enjoying an afternoon of peace one blazing hot sunny afternoon when almost all the boys and girls were off on a hike or at the beach I went for a walk. There's a big lake with an old disused boathouse at its far end. The door was ajar and intrigued by hearing laughter from inside I peeped through the door. I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw.
Three of the boys from our church, Andrew, Mark and Stephen were in there. Mark and Stephen were naked but for their briefs. Andrew was standing just in what looked like the kind of white cotton panties I used to wear as a schoolgirl. I guessed they were his younger sister's. His penis was erect and the panties were bulging in a huge cone over the rounded head of his erect shaft. If that wasn't enough, scattered around the boys were open magazines and even from where I was watching I could see pictures of naked women and realised they were porn magazines.
I'd heard a lot about boys "playing with each other" at our church camps and I just had to watch. I guess I was hoping to watch them hand job each other like when I was at school we all knew the boys did.
As I watched, Andrew slipped off the panties and his penis bounced out. It was massive, at least as big as my husband's, bending up from big testicles and a bush of dark pubic hair. He spread his legs and thrust his hips forward. He brushed the panties over his penis, across its head and under him between his legs, and his penis swung up higher and higher till its head was pointing straight up. He tossed the panties to Mark who started to stroke them over his penis like Andrew had been doing. Andrew wrapped his hand round his penis shaft and began to tug and stroke it rhythmically up and down. I could see he was looking at the pictures in a magazine and realised straightaway he was masturbating.
I hadn't watched boys masturbate since I was a schoolgirl of eighteen when like many of my girl friends I'd show boys my tits or lift my skirt and drop my knickers to show them my cunt if they'd let me watch them "wank." They'd sometimes wanted our schoolgirl knickers to play with and we all knew the boys masturbated over them.
I'd noticed Andrew earlier. He was a big lad who looked older than his nineteen years. I'd been in the swimming pool wearing a rather skimpy red swimsuit that I knew showed off my legs and curves and a little cameltoe between my legs. Andrew had been there and I could feel his eyes constantly on me. When I was squatting by the pool talking to one of the girls I could all but feel his eyes on the thin gusset of my swimsuit between my legs. When he'd climbed out of the water his trunks had clung to his body and I'd seen how big his penis was and that his penis was so erect his cock head was all but peeping above the waistband of his little speedo trunks. In camp meetings I often felt my clothes and underwear evaporate under his gaze. I've got a good figure with big breasts, and when I felt Andrew admiring my breasts under my blouse I couldn't help arching my back a little so my breasts stuck out more. Though I'm ashamed to say so I secretly enjoyed all the attention this randy boy was giving me.
Andrew spent ages tugging and stroking his penis sticking out in front of him, grunting and flicking over the pages of his magazine. From time to time he stopped and stood there quivering with his hard penis in his hand and his face twisted as if he was in agony or ecstasy, then he'd start tugging and stroking again. Finally his hand went really fast, he rammed his hips forward and he yelled as a jet of white creamy semen spurted from his penis. I'd watched a boy masturbate!
Then I don't know what came over me. I get well shagged by my husband two or three times a week, but perhaps the half forgotten thrill of dropping my knickers for boys to wank over me welled up again. I know my husband masturbates and I'd like to watch him but I'd never dared ask him. Perhaps it was my suppressed craving to watch him. Perhaps it was just the erotic craving of a rather randy woman for young naked boys. I just had to go in and join them.
You should have seen their faces when I opened the door and stepped inside! I was wearing a boob clinging pink sleeveless top and tight blue jeans. I stood there right next to them and unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans so the front opened far enough to show my panties. They were cream satin with a pattern of little blue flowers. I spread my legs and pulled the front of my panties down far enough to show them my bush of dark cunt hair.
"Would you like to play with my panties too?" I said, thrusting my pussy forward and rocking on my sandals to sway my hips as sensuously as I could.
Andrew was still stark naked with his half erect penis swinging and dangling a strand of semen, but now with a big grin on his face. He slipped his hand down inside my jeans and cupped his hand over my cunt through my panties. I nuzzled my cunt against his hand and grunted something like "Ooooh yes, touch me!"
His hand went down inside my panties to my naked cunt, ruffling my pubic hair. I felt his fingers slide between my vagina lips and I cried out with the sudden pulse of sexual pleasure. I reached down and fondled his penis and testicles, getting his semen on my hand.
I picked up Andrew's magazine. It was open at pictures of a very pretty blonde girl not much older than himself with big firm young breasts and a smooth shaven pussy. She was posing nude on a bed. Andrew had been masturbating over a big picture of her doing the splits on the bed with her boobs thrust out and her legs so wide they were pointing in opposite directions. I flicked through the magazine and saw other pictures of naked women, some young and some my age or older, and some with men with huge erect penises doing things I'd love to do with my husband but again would never dare ask him.