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SYNOPSIS
`Welcome to Camp Hell` is a love story. An unusual love story to be sure. It’s the story of Jack and Cassie, but mostly it’s about Cassie and her adventures on the rocky road of life.
Every decision we make is nothing more than a crossroad or maybe a turn on our way to where we now are. How we arrived at this place was determined by the roads we chose to take some time in our past. Like most of us, some of the roads Cassie chose were smooth and some were rocky as hell.
Cassie discovered that she had a high and a super active libido. In other words she like sex a lot and a lot of sex. After Cassie met Dale Rogers her sexual experiences heated up. After she met Dale’s father, the senator, things really got hot.
For Dale and his father, nothing was off limits as far as sex was concerned. Nothing was taboo and Cassie happily followed where ever they took her.
The story is told by Jack Blake and by Cassie to Jack when she frankly confesses all that she has done. You may be a little shocked by her candor, but you will appreciate her frankness. In her words:
“I discovered I like sex. And that I liked a lot of sex,” she said looking at me over the top of the beer bottle. “That first time was the summer before I went away to college. Except for the times mother nature called a halt to it, I fucked every chance I got. I set my parameters very low. The only thing the guys needed to fuck me was a dick and the opportunity. How I kept from getting knocked up is a wonder. If they wore a condom it was fine and if they didn’t, that was fine, too. I set no age limits. I even fucked an old man who had to be at least seventy. Maybe even older. I never asked for proof of age.” She paused and looked at me again. “Does it bother you to hear that I was a teenage slut and that I stayed a slut, Jack?”
This story has it all. Rough sex, sweet sex, girl-girl sex, group sex, and interracial sex. Every type of sexual activity allowed by the publishers is here.(with a few possible exceptions)
I’m Shooter and I think you’ll like this yarn.
EXTRACT
“Do you like the wine, Jack?” Cassie asked me. I had drank nearly half of it and
hadn’t tasted it, so I lied.
“Yes, it’s very good,” I said. “Fruity with just a hint of…something.” She knew I
was faking it. She laughed and motioned me to sit beside her on the huge sofa.
“There is something you should know, Jack,” she said scooting closer to me. “I take
large bites of life. I take large bites of everything in life. I like you and I want to
make love with you.” I swallowed the wine in one large gulp. I had thought about it. I
longed for it and I assumed that it might happen at some point maybe two or three dates
down the road. “You do want me, don’t you, Jack? You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
Oh hell yes I did! More than taking my next breath. I tried to speak, but I think it
came out as a moan. Apparently it didn’t matter that I was inarticulate. She rose and took
my hand leading me to a bedroom.
I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but I may as well have been. Sex with Cassie was a
brand new ballgame. First we fucked. Like animals we went at each other. Hot raw sex. Then
we made love and until that night I didn’t know the difference.
I’m not hung like a bear, whatever that is, and I never considered myself a stud,
but with Cassie I felt like one. She took me upward to places I never dreamed of before.
When I came, she slowly and lovingly got me hard again. She used her hands and her mouth
as well as her whole body to get me up. My cock was standing up, at attention in record
time.
Unlike most of the women and girls I had been with, Cassie had no qualms about
telling me exactly and graphically what she wanted. “Eat my pussy, Jack,” she directed me.
“Suck on my clit…there, that’s it. Now bite it, Jack. Put your finger in my ass.” Cassie
was the player and the coach. She called every play and I was happy to give her what she
wanted. Cassie made no demands that I wasn’t willing to perform.
We had been at it for over an hour when she allowed me to take a much needed rest.
It was while I rested that her phone rang.
“Hello…Hi, Dale,” she said.”No, I’m busy tonight. None of your business, Dale,” she
said without any heat. She listened a moment. “Yes, Dale, I’m with a man…Yes, I’m fucking
him and I fully intend on fucking him some more…No, Dale, not tonight.” She lay back on
the bed and glanced at me with a smile. Her legs were spread and my cum was leaking out of
her gash. “Yes, Dale, I’m well aware we have a date tomorrow. I’ll see you then. ‘bye.”
She hung up. “Sorry, Jack,” she said leaning down to kiss me. “I’ll let the machine get
any other calls that may come.’
“That was Congressman Rogers, I assume,” I said, aware that I was feeling an
unreasonable jealously. It was unreasonable for two reasons. One was the glaring fact that
we had only started dating and I had no claim on her or her time. The second reason was
even better. I was there with Cassie and he wasn’t, but he would be.
“Yes it was,” she answered. “Dale seems to feel possessive about me. He would like a
commitment from me without giving one in return. Maybe someday I’ll tell you all about
Dale Rogers.” She slowly stroked some life into my cock as she spoke.”
“Rogers isn’t serious then?” I suggested.
“Oh Dale is very serious,” she said laughing and taking my cock in her hot mouth.
She gave me head for a couple of minutes then took her mouth from my now rock-hard cock.
“He wants me to be available anytime he wants some pussy. He’s serious about that. He’s
serious about fucking me, but not much else. Congressman Rogers is not the marrying kind.
” She mounted me and put my cock at the entrance to her wet hot cunt. “Hang on ol’ boy,”
she said shoving herself down on my cock. “Here we go again!”
Cassie fucked me hard, riding my cock like a bucking bronco. I could tell she was
having an orgasm even if she hadn’t screamed out that she was cuming. I could feel some
internal muscle milking my cock as I shot-off again.
