Camp Jameson

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Sara and I left in case they started fucking because I just did not want to see that, so we made our way to the canoe races to visit Colt.

  The loudspeaker soared with the results of the 10k trail run. I guess they had a really good turnout for that.

  “What do the Cubs get if they win?” I asked Colt. The Cubs didn’t win the same prizes as the Kittens. Their games were more athletic in nature, probably just to give them something to do while the Kittens sexed it up.

  “The winner gets five thousand dollars and moved up to the top of the list to become an instructor.” I lifted my brow at him.

  “What guy wouldn’t jump at the chance to do that plus get a nice chunk of change? This place is heaven,” he said, giving Sara a chastely kiss.

  I frowned when I thought of Avery and how he’d created this world just to fuck women. According to Pierce, he submerged himself in women. His only rule was that he never got emotionally involved. No matter what the closest person in his life said, Avery couldn’t love me. I was just another woman he seduced. I was part of his never-ending fantasy. Not love.

  What scared me the most, was if I won the trip to Hawaii and went with Avery, could my heart withstand the time I spent with him? Because for me, our night together was more than just a one-night stand and no matter how much I tried to deny it, I was in love with him.

  Even though Sara warned me from the beginning not to fall for him, I couldn’t classify my heart as weak or strong in this situation, it was a little bit of both. And in two days time, I would take what was left of it and go back to Ohio. I would do what I did best. Pretend that I lived out the last six weeks of my life in a fantasy. Now, tricking my brain into believing it was the hard part.

  As we walked past the canoe races, I stopped momentarily. I could see that Ethan and Wren were in the lead. Each one had his shirt off and sweat dripped down their chests. I licked my lips as my eyes wandered over the grounds of this beautiful, surreal place and I felt my heart grow heavy. I would miss the friendships that I had made. I would miss the erotic foreplay and the way I’d grown comfortable in showing my naked body.

  “Aria, you coming?” Sara said, interrupting my sentimental rambling. I nodded and followed beside her. I smirked knowing that each time I heard that word, I would think of this place. I would remember how the classes combined with all my sexual experiences brought me into my prime. And now I was captivated by it all. I felt confident and sexy.

  Sara snickered as we walked back in to the main stage for the masturbation event. I looked to see Caitlyn’s Smurf blue body lying on the table and she was exposed in all her glory. Wow that dye really went everywhere. Even her choo-choo lips were blue, and she wasn’t shy about it.

  She easily slid her fingers down inside her love cave all the way in one motion. She slowly and steadily rotated her fingers in and out as if it were the first time until they hit her cervix and you could see the juices flowing down her blue ass cheeks. Oh my, I can feel it starting again, I thought as I felt the wetness once again begin between my legs. I must be sick or I need to get laid, I thought.

  When her orgasm started, she came as if she were cuming for everyone watching. Sienna and Maya looked to the heart monitor beside her as it spiked while she orgasmed. I could see the three leads stuck to each one of the contestant’s chests to monitor their heart rates. I guess Avery thought of everything. Had to make sure they weren’t faking it. It was like the crowd felt every little tremor as it passed through her body right into the core of the audience. I heard Caitlyn cry out and the instructors announce her as the winner of that event. She was determined to win the trip to Hawaii. She’d just won two events.

  Within in a few seconds the heart rate began to fall back to normal. Amber quickly followed beside her, and then Jen. Jen was a petite Asian American. She was beautiful. Her father owned one of the worlds largest oil industries in America and she’d never worked a day in her life. My eyes shifted towards Ivy, Nora, and Lucy, they were still going strong. Each one spread eagle and trying to tip over the edge.

  I shook my head, trying to get the mental image of blue Caitlyn out of my head, and made my way to the outside bar for a cold beer. Hair of the dog, ya know.

  The sun was starting to sink down below the trees when they finished setting up the main stage for the Sybian Rodeo. Rodriguez and his crew had moved out all of the masturbation tables and set up one lonely apparatus in the middle of the stage. This was Avery’s big secret project. It was very large and sat in the center of the staged area under a large white sheet ready for its unveiling as dusk peaked and the campfires were being lit around the fire pits. The lawn lights were slowly coming to life.

  I looked over at the main scoreboard. There were ten women in this event. Caitlyn had just won two events. Tara was a close second. I was third. I was behind but I only entered three events so it was pretty much win or go home. And I didn’t have a fancy backflip to help me win this one.

  The Sybian Rodeo was run just like a real rodeo. Each contestant would have three minutes to reach the highest level they could withstand from one to ten. Country music blasted through the PA and all the girls wore plaid shirts tied up bearing their tight midriffs.

  My outfit was about as simple as you can get, but it was still super adorable. My tie-front plaid shirt, with the camp logo over my left breast, was sexy without being old-fashioned, and my short daisy dukes with the dark green Camp Jameson initials on the right back pocket completed the sultry country girl-next-door look. Sara went all out buying this outfit for me. It even came with cool brown leather harness cowboy boots. It was perfect for driving a pickup to the hardware store, or riding a mechanical bull, or in this case a Sybian.

  My eyes fell on Avery as he sat at the judge’s table. He nodded to Travis and then he announced the beginning of the Rodeo. There were three rounds. I was in the second round. Five women were in the first round then five in the second. The winner of each round would then compete against each other.

  I was feeling shaky from being hungover this morning. Avery warned me to get a good night’s sleep like he knew we were going to stay out late ahead of time. If I had any hope of winning at all, I would have to ride the Sybian twice. I had no idea if I could win this because I’d never been higher than a level two.

  “Wait, why didn’t you enter this? You’ve been talking about this from the beginning of camp,” I said.

  Sara gave me a small smile. “You need to win this. Not me,” she said.

  “What if I don’t win?” I asked Sara, who was standing next to me.

  “You keep going until you do. You only entered three events,” Sara winked. “This is a must win. No one’s ever scored higher than an eight in this rodeo and whatever is under that sheet looks like a monster, it’s huge. Remember just relax, don’t clench your muscles together. You’ll cum faster that way. Keep everything loose and ride it until you can’t stand it anymore.”

  The loudspeaker crackled to life as Avery addressed the crowd.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 5th annual Camp Jameson Sybian Rodeo!” The crowd applauded and cheered vigorously. “I would now like to present to you this years Sybian wonder horse…the Arabian Fabian…the Black Beauty…the Country Clogger…”

  “What’s he doing?” I asked.

  “Shh, he’s on a roll,” Sara quipped.

  Was he drunk? I’ve never seen this carefree side of Avery and I couldn’t fight back the smile that spread across my face as he continued on.

  “The Canter of Canterbury…the Italian of Stallions…friends and neighbors…I give you….Teeaaa cup!”

  Was he serious? With a name like Tea Cup how bad could it be? The sheet lifted high in the air as one thousand pounds of mighty hydraulic dynamite sat center stage.

  “Can you believe that thing cost $75,000 for Avery to make? It’s his own design,” Sara said, grinning.

  My eyes scanned the very ornate piece of machinery. It was a large black rocking horse with a v
ibrator sticking up from the authentic leather saddle. It had glowing blue eyes and spitfire out of its nostrils. Its legs displayed in mid gallop and actually moved in animated motion. Its bridle was handcrafted leather with real golden inlays, and it was bigger than a Clydesdale. It was pulsing and you could feel it hum and vibrate from ten feet away. Saying it was intimidating was a total understatement. I only had one experience with the Sybian and it was nothing like that mustang. Most Sybians are about the size of a large suitcase, but this thing was mammoth.

  “Holy fuck,” I sputtered.

  The first woman, Clarissa, approached the Sybian with fear in her eyes as she shimmied out of her shorts and underwear, leaving her in just her tied plaid shirt with the Jameson logo. Colt helped her step up over and mount it sliding the phallus slowly into her hoo-ha. Colt had lubed the shaft up nicely. The bell sounded and before she knew it the Sybian…I… er…mean Tea Cup bucked to life. Travis clicked the timer and the scoreboard that stood high above the stadium-like stage sprung to life.

  Everyone alternated their eyes from her to the scoreboard above. Some of her friends cheered for her. She started off at level 1. Then Colt, who was running the control switch, progressed it up one level at a time slowly.

  Clarissa bucked and writhed as the vibrating shaft pulsed, spun and moved inside of her. Then Colt increased the intensity up to level 6 and everyone could see the strain it took on her. Her face clearly showed pain and she stood up. The mechanical monstrosity came to an abrupt stop.

  The crowd cheered for her and Colt helped her step down. She winced. Her score remained on the board as the next contestant Lucy, stepped up and waited for Colt to replace the latex phallus with one fresh from a new package. He then quickly lubed it up then helped her into the stirrups and up over the horse.

  Lucy only made it to level 5 before she could no longer take the beating it was giving her and rose up off it with her legs trembling in the stirrups.

  Then Tara stepped up to it. She let Colt lower on another latex rod and she mounted it with a smile without waiting for him to lube it up. She was already very wet. Determination reflected in her eyes.

  The saddle started rocking and tilting side to side as Tara relaxed her body around it. She had the right idea. Just let yourself move with it. Don’t try to fight it. Go with it.

  Tara closed her eyes and threw her head back. The relentless vibrator pushed further into her as it spun and vibrated. She had just passed level six and she didn’t seem to be tiring. She lowered her hand and her fingers found her clit and began rubbing. Wow, this girl could take a fucking.

  She cried out in pleasure and after her release she couldn’t take much more. She made it to level 8.25. It was intriguing to watch. Ivy and Katie followed but neither one could hold out past level 6. Tara was the winner of the first round.

  The second round began with Becca. The crowd hissed as she barely made it to level 6 and she clutched her abdomen in pain as the mighty machine tilted and twisted. Just when I thought Colt had shown everything it could do, he’d press a sequence into the controls and the horse would give something new.

  “Uh-oh. Looks like contestant six has a cramp,” Travis announced into the microphone.

  “Too bad, Becca. Nice try,” he added. The crowd applauded lightly for her.

  Caitlyn, dressed as a bright blue cowgirl, made it to level 7 as cheers for Smurfette rocketed from one end of the stadium to the other.

  After that, I couldn’t watch anymore. Holy hell that looked painful for her. I didn’t remember it being painful. I remembered really enjoying myself. I don’t suppose it was on the level of intensity that these women were experiencing. A shiver ran up my spine. How was I going to win this?

  I could hear the hard slapping of the saddle smacking against their asses and the force that the Sybian was pushing into them as it spun and pulsed. It wasn’t gentle by any means; it was terrifying. I swallowed nervously, trying to find the courage to approach this beast. I had never been fucked that hard by any man and certainly not by a piece of machinery that could hospitalize me.

  I let my gaze wander back to see that Kennedy was dismounting the mechanical device after a very brief try at level 5. Amber held her own and tied with Caitlyn at level 7. This was it.

  My name was called and I shook myself and redirected my focus to Colt standing beside the powerful mustang. He smiled his wide smile of encouragement and I slipped out of my daisy dukes and black panties and let Colt help guide me into the stirrups and up on the massive stallion. I slipped down on the fresh vibrator and felt it fill me. It was larger than any cock I had yet experienced in my life. That alone was challenging.

  “You have to beat level 7, Aria, to win this.”

  “No pressure,” I said nervously.

  “I’ll start low then I will increase it one level at a time up until level 7. After 7, I will increase it in quarter increments. After 9.5 I’ll increase it by tenths. Keep your thighs relaxed no matter how hard it pushes into you. That’s the only way to win this. Stay limber, and don’t forget to breathe. You’ve got this,” he encouraged. I nodded.

  “Ready?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  Colt switched on the mean machine and the loud hum pulsed into my body like a vibrator normally would. Not too bad so far, I thought. I took in a slow deep breath and once I got acclimated to the speed, he sped up.

  I kept my thighs relaxed no matter how hard I wanted to fight against it. The mechanical cock seemed to thrust deeper and twirled inside of me with every increase in level.

  The giant beast swayed side to side as I passed level 5 and I tried to keep my breathing steady when Colt announced I was at level 6. I had never experienced anything like this before. Then the horse itself began to spin in the opposite way that the vibrator was moving. Fire belched from its nostrils as I rode it for dear life. Sweat glistened my brow. Two more. I could do this. Jesus, this thing was beating the hell out of me.

  Colt called out, “Level 7.” I gasped and my head was spinning as it jolted me in pleasure and sank deeper into me as it rocked from side to side. It was hitting my G spot and I wanted to cum right then and there. I could here the cheers for ‘mousetrap girl’ racing through the crowd.

  “Come on, Aria. Not much farther, hold on. Focus on my words and use them to distract you from the beast,” he coached.

  “Aaahhh,” I felt the sounds slip out of me as I twisted jolted and turned, all the while, the machine pumped faster and harder than I ever thought was possible. My eyes rolled back in my head. I thought I might pass out at any second.

  “You’re at level 7.25, Aria.” Colt said.

  “Keep going, you can do it,” Sara cheered. I could feel my legs start to stiffen.

  “7.5, Aria,” Colt encouraged. I looked down to him out of the corner of my eye to see him advance the controls. I could no longer fight it. It felt like it was ripping me in two and felt wonderful at the same time. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain and I was experiencing it first hand.

  “I’m raising it to level 8.”

  “Please, no higher…no higher,” I sang.

  “You just passed 2 minutes and 25 seconds, you’re almost there,” Colt said.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the stadium and the cheering around me. I felt the increase in the speed and it was bittersweet. I was moving in all directions now as the vibrator slammed into me, twisting with every thrust. I focused on Avery for a minute but the thought of him being the one who thrust into me was about to make me cum so I quickly thought of chemistry. I hated that class. Elements, what were the elements again on the periodic chart? Seriously, was I really going to think of chemistry at a time like this? My breathing paced rapidly in short tiny bursts as I held on.

  “Keep going,” Colt urged.

  Okay, I could do this. Fuck chemistry. What was the song that Sheldon always sang on The Big Bang Theory? It was something about a goddamn kitty. I swear my insides were vibra
ting out. I rose up. I couldn’t take anymore.

  “8.5, Aria. You’ve won,” Colt cheered. The machine stopped suddenly and I broke through my internal chant. My insides clutched and I had to take a deep breath before I climbed off the thing. Jesus that was freaking hot as hell.

  That thing beat the shit out of me but I loved every minute of it. Did that make me a sadist?

  The crowd roared and I could hear catcalls from Ethan and Wren. I smiled up at Colt as he helped me down from the machine. I wrapped a towel around my waist and fell to my knees as Travis announced me as the winner of the round and that there would be a short break before the third round commenced.

  I didn’t know if I could do it again. Once was beyond the extreme already. I looked around to see that the other events had concluded. Most of the camp had gathered to the stadium seating and watched every moment of my ride.

  Night had spilled out over the camp and the lights were at full glow on the back courtyard, illuminating the Sybian on the main stage so that nothing would be missed. The fires around were burning high and a small crowd of people moved to the one nearby. People were drinking and enjoying themselves in the last days of camp. The mood was electric and the chatter and laughter seemed to ring out over the grounds. Everyone was enjoying the festivities.

  Sara and Colt shoved two doubles of whiskey at me and I downed the first.

  “This will help keep you relaxed and numb any soreness for a little while, anyway. Tara goes first, then by the time it’s your turn, you’ll be nice and loose,” Sara said.

  “My easy bake oven feels three miles wide,” I panted up at her.

  “It’s between you and Tara now and there’s a good chance that she won’t make it up that high again. The second time can be more brutal. You’ll both be sore, so we’ll just take it as it comes.”

  I sat in a chair, leaning my head on Sara’s shoulder, still feeling the raging behemoth between my legs like a phantom.

  “Round two,” the PA rattled.

  Tara climbed up to the Sybian and dowsed it in lubricant this time. She lowered herself onto it and tilted her head back.