The Third Day
"I think we're going to run out of Bisquick," Lisa Barnes told her boss.
"How is that even possible?" the director of Camp Pocahontas wanted to know.
The young woman absently twirled a finger in a lock of her raven hair. "Well, we thought we could stretch it until the next session, but apparently a bunch of the girls have started eating pancakes like they're going out of style."
"They aren't binge eating or anything like that?"
Lisa sighed. "Not that we can tell, no.
I'd
be puking if I ate that way, but I don't have a teenage metabolism anymore, either."
"Well, go across the ridge and see if you can borrow a few bags from your father, okay? Take some of the dykes with you to carry them."
"Dykes?" Lisa struggled to control her expression. "Not exactly politically correct, is it?"
"Sisterhood of Pocahontas," the director clarified, forming air quotes with her fingers. "Whatever. They're less likely to get into trouble with the boys."
The silence unnerved Lisa. She wasn't
that
much older than her charges, but it was like they were from a different planet. Normally, if you put a group of high school seniors together, they'd be chattering like magpies. She didn't think she'd heard two words total out of Sierra, Bailey, Faith or Carly the entire hike.
They were at the fence line when Lisa realized she hadn't heard anything from Camp John Smith, either. The majority of the boys might be off on a hike or other activity, but there was always
something
going on. She held up a hand, gesturing for the girls to stop, and listened carefully.
Lisa thought she heard a low murmuring, but there was nothing recognizable. One of the blondes, she thought Carly, was scenting the air like a skittish deer. "I think something's wrong," Lisa told the girls, unconsciously whispering.
The teens took the warning seriously. They just didn't react the way Lisa expected. Instead of being scared or disbelieving, they looked excited. "This is not some TV movie," Lisa reproved.
They advanced cautiously into the deserted camp. The cafeteria reeked in the worst way. Lisa looked cautiously in the open doors, but whirled back at the sound of a noise behind her; surely Faith hadn't had her hand up her skirt?
"No flies," observed Sierra, distracting Lisa.
Lisa listened carefully for buzzing, but heard none. She did hear the murmuring again, more clearly now. It sounded like it came from the athletic field.
A flicker of movement drew Lisa's eyes back to the cafeteria, but she couldn't spot anything when she stared through the doors. Damnit, now she was spooking herself! "C'mon, girls, let's look at the field. Stick together now, okay?"
They reached the corner of the administration building and cautiously peered past the split log siding at the field beyond it. One of the girls uttered a breathless sigh; Lisa was shocked into immobility.
It looked like every inhabitant of the camp was there on the field, standing close together in a large circle, apparently naked. Their bodies moved slightly, not quite randomly, in a sort of constrained Brownian motion. A chorus of low grunts and moans commingled to produce the sound they'd heard earlier.
"I think you girls should go back to the camp," Lisa said, trying to project confidence and steady herself. When she looked around to make sure they'd heard her, Lisa found the girls were already walking onto the field! Knowing in her gut it was a bad, bad idea, she hurried after her wayward charges.
Close up, it became apparent the men weren't standing side by side, but rather in a long line that circled back on itself. Like participants in an obscene conga line, each gripped the one ahead of him, shuffling slightly from time to time. The matted grass beneath their feet suggested they'd been at it for hours. A few of the lighter-skinned boys glowed red with sunburn.
Not one of them took any notice of the gaping women. A momentary sway by a boy, quickly righted by the teen behind him, revealed all of them were joined like beads on a string, impaled on a hard cock from behind while doing the same thing to the neighbor in front. The gentle movement of the gathering served only to piston cocks in and out of asses. Lisa abruptly lost her breakfast on the lawn.
Carly cried out, "Alec!" -- like she was greeting a close friend after an absence -- and darted up the line. The other girls followed more slowly behind, whispering.
"Come back, Carly!" Lisa called, wiping her mouth on an arm. She thought seriously about abandoning them, balancing her responsibilities to the girls against an inner voice screaming for self-preservation. The argument ended abruptly when Lisa recognized the back of her father's head near where the girls now stood. She raced to join them.
Carly was tugging earnestly on the arm of the young man being sodomized by Ken Barnes. "Alec! It's me! I have so much to tell you!" The boy turned his head and smiled fuzzily at the blonde, but showed no inclination to disengage himself.
"A little help here?" Lisa pleaded, trying to interpose her body between the boy and her father. "Dad! Dad! Stop it! It's Lisa -- let me help you!"
Other hands joined hers, pulling her father backwards away from the boy while a thinly-clad breast brushed Lisa as somebody started pushing Alec forward. Finally they succeeded in disengaging the two from each other.
The sight and smell of her father's erection left Lisa gagging again. It was dripping a stroganoff-colored cream, a well-churned combination of spunk and shit. Even more of it gushed from the boy's ass.
Carly screamed and Lisa jumped, fearing the attack she'd dreaded had come. She whirled around, but nothing else was in sight. "Carly?"
