Heart Full Of Black

The Petting Zoo – Sex Camp, Day Two

Ahh, my first full day of camp.

I awoke curled up with Avah, sleep deprived and chilly. Though early, there was quiet activity going on all around the cabin, what with people getting ready for breakfast, or chores, or early morning fucking.

Considering how late everyone stayed up, I was amazed at how early we all rose the next morning, but I think that’s just the magic of camp. Everyone wants to be up and about, and to miss as little activity as possibly. I never knew it was possible for a body to run on caffeine and lust, but I learned quite a few things at camp.

I dressed, and stumbled out side for my early morning cigarette. It was a beautiful morning. We were the last cabin, closest to the woods, and it was peaceful outside. Though a bit chilly, it was sunny, and I just knew the day would warm up enough for me to not wear clothing.

I was greeted this fine morning, by one of the most beautiful sights of camp.

Hunter was standing outside on the road, naked, hula hooping.

In the hazy morning sunlight, he looked like a god. His movements were slow and deliberate, and he fit in and against the grass and the trees like they were a part of him.

After that, I didn’t know how my day could get much better.

It did, of course, but ah, that was a most perfect morning.

I eventually went inside to shower and make some tea. While using an electric tea pot on the bi boy side of the cabin, a large morning cuddle pile had formed on Marcus and Desire’s bed. The cuddle pile had more or less turned into a naked human pyramid, as more and more people piled on. I think, when I climbed on to the pile, there were about 13 people piled on these two tiny camp beds, with the smallest skinniest of the campers somehow on the bottom of the pile.

After that, cuddle piles made up a big part of our cabin life.

My Saturday morning was rather quiet and boring – Avah and I both had chores, so we ran to get breakfast together, and then off to our chore assignments. Avah was floating – she had taxi duty, and Cupid duties, so she drove around in a golf cart, wearing fairy wings, shuttling campers around and delivering Cupid notes, while I spent my chore time as a gatekeeper, sitting by the road into camp checking the few id’s of campers who had left to make a run into town for whatever reason.

After our assignments were up, Avah came to pick me up, and drove my chore partner and I back into camp proper. We stopped here and there to chat, and deliver a few notes, before dropping the golf cart off at HQ and heading to lunch.

Today, it was a BBQ outside. We loaded our plates, and picked out a patch of grass to eat. I decided it was high time that I got naked outside. It was the first time certain parts of my anatomy had ever seen the sun before, but it worked out well. When I inevitable spilled ketchup off my hotdog, it didn’t hit my nice white shirt. Just some bare tits.

Jefferson, Miss Viviane, Miss Lolita and Marcus joined us for lunch on the grass, and we all talked about our plans for the afternoon. Jefferson and Marcus was giving their talk on Male Bisexuality in the scene, but Avah and I had other plans….we were heading to the Petting Zoo, and then the pool.

We went back to our cabin, to pick up our towels, put sun block on my pale tushy, and get Avah’s bathing suit.

On our way over to the Petting Zoo, we stopped by Miss Jo’s vending tent to chat. While we were talking, someone walked by us, dressed in their puppy clothing and a t-shirt that said ‘If you keep staring, I might do a trick’. He barked at us, and Avah and I shared a look “We have GOT to get over to that Petting Zoo!”

We said our goodbyes to Miss Jo, and headed on over. Along the way, we ran into Sammy, who had just left the Zoo himself, but was nice enough to escort us over.

(I’ve found, lately, I really enjoy being escorted places by nice boys. Taking their arm while walking feels very neo-Victorian or something. Anyways, I like it)

When we got there, I was in heaven! There were puppies and kitties and bunnies all over, in little pens. The bunnies were hopping around, wiggling their noses, and puppies were everywhere, playing fetch, sniffing each others butts, and getting belly rubs.

Avah mentioned, in her petting zoo post, how I made a puppy friend. It was the same sweet puppy who barked at us at Miss Jo’s tent. He was such a sweetheart!

We hit it off immediately. I was rubbing his belly, and feeding him treats along with the other puppies in the pen, but he ran off, and came back with a leash in his mouth, which he dropped at my feet with an expectant look. Avah and I were giggling as I hooked the leash to his collar, and started walking him around the zoo.

I must say, he was a very sweet well behaved puppy. He played very nicely with the others, and followed my lead as I walked around, taking in all the other animals around us. When Miss Cori and Miss Rosie announced they were going to read out information on all the pets there, I sat down on the grass, and my puppy sat with me, his head on my lap. As we were introduced to the other animals there, I sat petting him, while a few other puppies ran around, still playing rough.

Eventually, my puppy got bored, and started playing with the others, so I took the leash off and let him run around. Avah had joined me again, and as the zoo was starting to wind down, we decided to go over to the pool. I couldn’t find my puppy in the mix, so I left his leash in the puppy pen, and started walking away with Avah.

Before I had gotten very far, I heard barking, and I heard people calling me back.

When I heard my name, I turned around, and saw my puppy, in the pen, staring at my forlornly and barking for me to come back!

It was so cute. I went back into the pen, and he ran right up to me, and rubbed against my legs.

“Aw, sweetie, I need to go now! I’m sorry!” I said, petting him. “You can still have fun with everyone else here!” he whimpered, and gave me those irresistible puppy dog eyes.

Someone else had stepped into the pen, calling to my puppy, trying to lure him away with his squeaky chew toy, tossing it away from them for him to fetch. He looked at the toy, then up at me, then back to the toy, then up at me, and then he lay down at my feet.

I heard everyone ‘awwing’ around us as I sat down with my puppy, telling him that it was time for me to go, but that I would likely see him again around camp, and eventually he let me get up and go. But, awww, it was so sweet!

(I wish I could have a puppy. But as Jefferson said, it’s a lot of responsibility! I did enjoy gaining a new puppy friend, however, and I really hope they have another Petting Zoo next year so we can play again!)

It was pretty quiet around the pool, where we grabbed some seats and relaxed, debating on whether we should actually swim, while I jotted down some notes…the notes I’m working from right now, in fact!

We did not swim, nor attend classes that afternoon. Instead, we sunned ourselves. Yes, you heard me right. Me, Wendy Blackheart, Queen of the Pale Skinned Swammies….tanned.

It was actually the most relaxing part of my weekend. It was nice to just lounge around naked outside, in the warm sun, and think about absolutely nothing. My mind was a complete and utter empty page. No worries about my lack of a job. No stray thoughts to the copy of the Iliad I had to read for school, sitting in the cabin. Hell, I didn’t even think about the pretty bisexual boys staying in my cabin. Just sweet rest….

Soon, we headed back to the cabin, for more lounging around. We inflated our air mattress some more and hunkered down for a lie in, which turned into a cuddle pile of moderate proportions. I know, at first, Avah, Match and I all cuddles, and I do believe other bunk mates joined us, but for the life of me, I can’t recall all the cuddlers that afternoon.

But, cuddle we did, and talk, and rest, until Sammy burst into our cabin.

“Hey, they’re shooting fireworks out of femcars ass out on the lawn!” Alas, it was too early to see anything, so we got Sammy to join us in a cuddle instead.

As this *was* sex camp, and Sammy is *utterly* adorable, and apparently an anal slut, and me being who I am….well, one thing led to another. Avah and the others watched as I fingered Sammy’s ass. Poor Sammy had his ass quite thoroughly abused the night before as well, and shortly after he came, he left us to go rest his ass back in his own cabin before dinner.

The cuddle pile shrank and grew as people wandered in and out of the cabin. Classes were letting out, and people were coming back to base to relax before dinner.

Eventually, there were about six people on our bed…Hunter, the morning Hula Hooper, Desire, Match…and Miss Viviane stood over us all, feeding us each pretzel sticks. I was a nice way to wile away the afternoon.

Unfortunately, we had to abandon our pile to go eat. Before dinner, however, Jefferson wanted to wear his leather boots. He has a rule for these boots. He does not put them on, nor take them off, himself. I had promised, before camp, that if he couldn’t find anyone to put them on him, I would do it, loath as I was. Not that I have anything against him, or boots. It’s just that, when I was a little Goth girl, I owned a pair of boots like that.

15i Doc Martins, that were like corsets for your legs. They chaffed and blistered me something awful, and took forever to put on and off.

But a promise is a promise, and when Jefferson called for his boots to be put on, I went over to help.

“Alright, I’ll put them on, but I’m not doing any of that submissive shit!” Everyone within ear shot laughed.

(This, from the girl who had just beat beaten insensible the night before….submissive Wendy, with a flash of topitude? It popped up a lot during camp, my long dormant toppy side. Whether by nature, by the ambiance of camp, or a reluctance to bottom to anyone I didn’t know and trust implicitly, my inner dom really asserted herself during camp, and she’s been with me quite a bit since.)

Avah came to help me, and we each did up one of Jefferson’s boots. I don’t remember though, who wound up taking them off later that night.

We went to dinner, which was rather fun, but not particularly eventful. Announcements were made about the evening’s events, and our throw down was mentioned.

We returned, for yet another cabin mixer party. The first was so awesome that we just had to do it again. J

God, were those mixers ever crazy. While talking about the throw down, the ever popular topic of ‘balls – what to do with them’ came up. I never know what I should be doing with balls, and was given an impromptu lesson by the males inside at the moment. Ace of Hearts offered his balls up as a test subject. Avah was watching, probably trying to pick up some tips and techniques for the throw down later that evening. Which I was totally planning to whup her ass in.

Now, I figured that if I can play with balls with one hand, I could play with pussy in the other hand. It was an ambitious idea, and one I had to abandon quickly – pussy needs much more care and attention than one can provide while also playing with balls.

Also, fingering a squirming sopping wet girl while she’s standing up and wearing shorts is harder than you think, and can cause carpal tunnel syndrome. It’s also rather hard to hit the g-spot that way, and when you’re fingering Avah…you want to hit that g-spot. Trust me. It’s fucking awesome.

I apologized to Ace, who gracefully tucked his balls away while I got Avah arranged to my satisfaction on our bed, on her hands and knees, with her ass up in the air, and went to town.

Fingering Avah is *fun*, seriously. You know when you’re hitting her g-spot, because she bloody well lets you know it, screaming and moaning all over the place. She’s very responsive, to put it mildly. And when she comes, you can tell, because she clamps down like nothing I’ve ever felt before. (She nearly injured me once, well after this particular story took place. I’ll tell that one after camp stories are done)

Afterwards, while she lay panting on the mattress, Match came bursting into the cabin.

“What’s going on?”

“Wendy was playing with Ace and Avah, and then she just fingered Avah a whole bunch” someone told him.

“Fuckballs, I can’t believe I missed that! I was watching Molly pee on Marcus outside!” he pouted. It looked quite adorable. It helped that he was wearing a plaid mini-skirt he’d bought at the camp store. I do like a man in easily accessible clothing.

“Damnit, I missed Molly peeing on Marcus?” I grumbled. “That’s it Avah, next time, we’ll just have to play next to where ever Marcus is.” (And if that wasn’t ever a prediction that came true, I don’t know what is)

Avah grinned up at me, as Ace came back over to us, with his spurs jingling. (I’m not even kidding; he actually had SPURS that he attached to his boots. How hot is that!?)

He was wondering if we would mind finishing what we had started earlier, with the ball fondling, but as a team effort this time.

I pulled a glove out of my bag, and handed it to Avah, who promptly put it on and stole my area – Ace’s ass. Men’s butts are my thing. But, she was already in there, working his prostate while I lubed up and worked his cock and balls.

Ace was having the time of his life, but hell, who wouldn’t, with the attentions of two hot chicks?

When he came, he came like a fucking porn star – he soaked everything, my hands, his leathers, Avah, coming all over her hand, her tits, and I *think* he even hit her hair. It was intense…and oddly funny. Spooge is always kind of funny to me.

Now lets see…god, Saturday was such a busy night!

We learned, for example, that Twizzlers are really stingy and good for beating people with. You see, I like to whack Avah with any object I have handy. I’m not sure why, but its fun! To be fair, I let Avah have a free shot at my ass, and she managed to nail me right on a cane mark. (Though, considering what my ass looked and felt like, it would have been hard to NOT land on a cane mark. *whimper* I wish Jefferson would bloody well upload those photos, so I could show you what my ass looked like!

Desire and I made plans to head over to the dungeon after the throw down, where I would beat her with Twizzlers.

I do believe I drank several Margaritas, and then accepted a cigar from Marcus, and headed over to the Cigar and Chocolate event across from out cabin.

I must say, it was rather fun, standing around, smoking a big cigar, and generally being taken care of by lots of bottoms. Someone punctured and lit my cigar for me, and there were lots of pretty people carrying around trays of chocolates! When I mentioned to a girl with dark chocolate that I didn’t care for dark chocolate, she left and sent someone over with a try of truffles and milk chocolate. It’s a shame my real life doesn’t work like that.

I saw my puppy, shining people’s boots. I saw Desire, on her back, while Marcus flavoured cigars in her pussy. That was hot. I ran into Sammy, who I gave my cigar to when Jefferson told Avah and I that it was time to head over to the throw down.

Ahh, the throw down. That deserves a post of its own, along with the rest of my evening with Desire…

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