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taken from webshots - most would qualify as ENF
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here they are - oops. I guess one is an ENM
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ENF, EUF, ENM whatever - they're fun. What are those campers thinking?
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one more...
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great pics,but i dont think that last pic of the first part doesnt belong there.
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I wasn't sure whether to include the last pic (first set), but you notice all the girls are in bras - it looked like a good time and they were getting naked too.
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I wrote a story of my own on the same idea. I don't think it quite hits the mark either, but since Klondike asked, "What are those campers thinking?" here is one possibility of what went through their minds, and what happened afterwards. Roxanne Banzai Summer Camp by Roxanne L Green Originally writing under the name Bonnie Belkin Copyright, 2000, 2004 by Roxanne L Green. All rights reserved. You may archive a personal copy for your own use, but you may not send it to anyone else, or post it on any other site, regardless of whether it is a pay or free site, nor may you make any other use of this story without my express written and signed permission. The summer of 1961, before I started college, I was a camp counselor. There were a dozen of us, six gals and six guys, about the same age. We were up there all summer. The kids came up on Monday and went home on Friday. We had the weekends pretty much off. One weekend, the camp director and his wife went into town. There was a campsite by the lake, about a mile away if we walked by the side of the county road, or about two miles through the woods. Camping equipment, canoes, some equipment and stuff for a rainy day, and some food was in a shed at the campsite. The counselors hiked from the camp to the campsite as soon as the tail lights of the director's car rounded the bend. We brought beer with us. No more food, just beer. After eating, we built a bonfire and were shooting the shit. We got to talking about games, and one of the guys suggested strip poker. Someone else said there wasn't enough time. The guys were talking about other variants of stripping games. Everything the guys proposed, the gals declined. But we were getting silly, and one of the girls mentioned a banzai stripping game. The guys were up for anything with the word strip in the title. She said it was just cutting cards. Low card threw one garment into the fire. The game ended when there were at least two gals and two guys naked. I don't know what possessed me, but I said i didn't want to burn my boots. One of the guys said that we wouldn't burn footgear, just clothing, so I said OK. Actually, it was the beer that said ok, not me. The guys were all in favor. I'd said I'd play, and the gal who suggested it got talked into it, possibly against her will. The guys worked on the rest of the gals, and one by one, they all agreed. The first low card went to one of the guys who threw his pants into the bonfire. When the gals lost, we threw our shirts. The guys all threw their pants in first. My blouse went after 4 or 5 had already lost once, and one of the guys had burned his shirt too. By the time I burned my pants, two gals were braless, and three of the boys were down to their Jockeys because they didn't have undershirts. I tossed my bra into the fire on the next draw. The next draw saw two boys low. One burned his Jockeys, and the other got down to them. The boys had fewer clothes, and three of them were naked before the first girl gave it all up. By then, only one girl still had her jeans, and one still wore her panties and bra. I'd been getting pretty good cards up til that point. Then I drew a three. I sweated as people drew, until the last gal drew a two. I kept my panties for the night. Saturday morning, we woke up in less than fine shape, and realized we were mostly naked, with no clothing to get back to camp. We fooled around in the water much of the day. Some skinnydipped, I didn't. That was a mistake; when I finally came out of the lake, it was almost as if I was naked. Saturday night was more beer, and some petting and pairing off. I had gone pretty far sexually, but I'd never gone all the way. Until that night. I never did know how many virgins we'd started with, but by Sunday morning, there were no more. Walking back to camp, we took the route by the road, because we were suddenly afraid the camp director would get back before we did, and that he might see us. The scariest thing of the whole weekend was walking along country road S16 in just my panties and boots. There were people with sunburns in strange places by the time we got to camp, and we beat the director back by fifteen minutes. The rest of the summer things were pretty wild. |
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Glad to see you joining us from ASN.
That story reminded me of a great story from Byron's old stripping board from like 5 or 10 years back. The details were a litle different though. Was that your story? It was more of a beach party than a summer camp thing and I don't think it had any sex just burning clothes until everyone was naked and i think the girl who was telling the story brother interupted the game. PS: I'm Robert at ASN. |
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