Good girls don't
You know what? I'm tired of the old clichΓ© "Good girls don't, good boys do." I'm eighteen years old, and all my life I have been told good girls don't. Yet my brothers get to do anything they want.
I'm Danni, a virgin. Even my brothers tease me about it. It's not right. I'm done with this shit. It's driving me crazy. The itch between my legs means I need to get laid.
Anyhow, I still live at home. Except right now, I'm packing for six weeks as a volunteer girl counselor at a summer camp. My dear daddy volunteered me last summer. He told me it would look good on my resume.
I'm going to end up married to some beer-drinking slob who will knock me up and keep me barefoot and pregnant. Fuck that nonsense. Not if I have my way.
I have a great body, I'm five foot, three inches tall, and I tip the scales at one hundred and eight pounds. I have beautiful thirty-four "B" cup boobies with light pink nipples. I have a twenty-eight-inch waist and thirty-four-inch hips.
I'd say I'm a real dish and I'm going to serve this dish up.
My father and mother divorced six years ago, with her getting so bored and frustrated that she was sneaking out to hook up with some clown who was stuffing her neglected twat with his cock.
Then, Dad remarried, to a lovely pixie who dotted all over him. Where in the fuck does a man find a stupid bitch like this? My bedroom is right next to theirs. I can hear them going at it almost every fucking night, driving me crazy while I rub my pussy, wishing some guy was stuffing his cock in me.
It's not fair! Anyhow, I needed some pads, knowing I would get my period while at camp and the ones they have are terrible. So I checked my closet drawer and there were none. I went to the linen closet where mom used to keep hers and pulled out a pack.
As I did, I knocked something over. Looking at the back of the shelf, there was a bottle of sexual lubricant and something wrapped in a towel. I grabbed both items and quickly went back to my room.
I unrolled the towel and holy fuck batman! There in front of me was a fake cock. A latex cock with veins and balls. Mom was such a horny old twat!
This fake cock was huge, being about six inches long and a good inch and a half thick. I went to my bathroom and lathered it up with soap and rubbed it in, pretending like I was jerking it off.
I rinsed that beautiful cunt stuffer off and stood in front of my bathroom mirror and held the dildo to my mouth as I licked around the fake glans and pushed it into my mouth.
It felt gigantic. How do women get these in their mouths? I pushed a little more, feeling a gag reflex. I consciously tried to relax and fight off the reflex and managed to get the entire fucking fake cock into my mouth, right down to the fucking fake balls.
Fuck! I felt a gush between my legs. I fucking got off by sucking on a fake cock. I'm such a fucking slut. I rinsed a washrag and wiped my drenched pussy. Now I need to change my panties.
Changing panties, I packed the lubricant and the dildo. I was going to have a great six weeks.
One thing was for certain: I was not coming home a virgin. Bye-bye cherry! The itch in my pussy will be scratched before the six weeks of camp are up. Good girls, my ass.
That night, as I lay restless in bed, I heard my father and stepmother, Joan, humping like a pair of bunnies. She stifles her moans as he pounds her twat. I'm lying in the next room, with my right hand rubbing my overheated pussy in frustration. It's not fair!
Finally, I drifted off to sleep only to be woken by the alarm clock. Fuck, shit, I mumbled as I rolled out of bed and showered. After showering, I got dressed and went into the kitchen for coffee and toast.
Joan was up and feeding my father. As we were getting ready to leave, Joan wished me a good time at camp. I said thanks but thought the only one having a good time would be you. You'll probably be fucking my dad's brains out for the next six weeks.
I am going to have fun. I'm going to lose my cherry, and before I get back home, I will know what it is like to have a cock ravishing my pussy.
I got in the car with my bags and sat in silence as he listened to his old-school country music. Two hours later, we arrived at camp. The only people here today are staff. We will settle in today and go through orientation this afternoon and tomorrow.
The camp has two bunkhouses. One for female staff and one for male staff. The bunk houses have small eight-by-ten-foot semi-private bunk rooms with two people per room.
I got to my assigned room and selected the bottom bunk. The room offered a set of bunks, a desk, and a closet/dresser combo to be shared. As I was unpacking, I came across the dildo and lube and stuffed it under the pillow in my bunk as my bunkmate came bouncing in, all bubbly and cheerful.
"Hi, I'm Missy," she announced, and I said, "Hi, I'm Danni."