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| - | PS: If you check the edit page (Just do not edit it, click cancel after), I am working on one for you, since I am in the right mood. Just find the comment (the thing surrounded by <nowiki><!-- and --></nowiki> in the "edit" page") | + | PS: Okay, I wrote one. Here, because I will create another path on this, is the story. I am also putting up the link, currently not being written, for what would happen with Loli on a camping trip with 5 guys who are more than willing to have sex with her, whether she wants to or not. |
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| | Intro: (Yes, these right now are the internal thoughts. This is not what the story would look like.) | | Intro: (Yes, these right now are the internal thoughts. This is not what the story would look like.) |
| | "Hey Loli, me and a few friends were going to go camping," x named person said. Although I, being sweet and innocent, do not notice, he is always being pervy, trying to see down my shirt, walking behind me and studying my ass, always taking creepy pics. All in all, not the kind of guy someone would go on a camping trip with if they knew his true nature. | | "Hey Loli, me and a few friends were going to go camping," x named person said. Although I, being sweet and innocent, do not notice, he is always being pervy, trying to see down my shirt, walking behind me and studying my ass, always taking creepy pics. All in all, not the kind of guy someone would go on a camping trip with if they knew his true nature. |
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| - | Richard waved me over to the side of the hall. "Hey Loli, me and a few friends were going to go camping for summer break."
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| - | "The whole summer break?" I asked.
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| - | "Oh, well, let me check to see if it is okay with my parents."
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| - | "Sure, it sounds like fun! I haven't been camping since I was a little girl. Do I need to bring anything?"
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| - | "Just bring yourself," he told me.
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| - | I arrived at Richard's house, seeing the pickup and camper. "Wait," I said. "How will we all fit into the pickup?
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| - | They looked at me strangely. "Well, only three will be able to fit in the cab, the driver and two others, unless you want to sit on someone's lap..."
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| - | "Okay, I will." I told him. Two chuckled, but I could not figure out what was so funny.
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| - | With that, we all climbed in, two of the guys sat in the back of the pickup, and I sat on one of the other guy's lap.
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| - | "I am so excited!" I said to the people in the front with me. Well, and the two in the back, as the back window was slid open and they were both looking inside, talking to the others. "I haven't been camping since I was six. And I sat on my daddy's lap the whole way there too! This is just like when I was young!" I said, feeling warm nostalgia. The guys gave me strange looks, but I didn't care.
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| - | Peter, the person who's lap I was sitting in, wrapped his arms around my waist. I giggled, then asked him what he was doing. "I just want to...keep you safe. Didn't your dad hold you when you were young?"
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| - | Richard started introductions. (I found an interesting website that has all these "fun" names to use: www.jokes4us.com/dirtyjokes/dirtynames.html
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| - | "So, you already know me," Richard said.
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| - | Peter hit him softly on the shoulder. "Yeah, Dick is a real swell guy."
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| - | I looked at Richard. "Dick? I thought your name is Richard?"
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| - | He gave me a look that I didn't completely understand. "My full name is Richard Fitswell. But I go by Dick. Dick Fitswell. Only you and the teachers use Richard. All my friends call me Dick..."
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| - | "Oh, sorry," I said, horrified that I had been calling him by the wrong name.
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| - | "Anyways, the lucky guy who's lap you are sitting on is Peter Insidya."
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| - | "In-cid-a?" I asked.
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| - | "No, In-side-ya," he corrected.
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| - | "Insidya. Where is that from?"
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| - | "India, although it was changed a little when my ancestors immigrated to the US."
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| - | "Oh, I was wondering why you were a bit darker! That makes so much sense!"
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| - | "Anyways," Dick said, continuing, "this is Justin Hermouf."
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| - | "Her-mouth?" I asked.
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| - | "No, her-m-ow-f. Justin her-m-ow-f. Eastern European, before you ask." He laughed.
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| - | "Okay, so, Dick Fitswell, Peter Insidya, Justin Hermouf." They each nodded in turn. "The two in the back?"
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| - | "Hi, I am Mike Oxhard."
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| - | "Oxhard? Okay, this one is easy. UK, right?"
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| - | "Well, nice to meet you all. Dick Fitswell, Peter Insidya, Justin Hermouf, Mike Oxhard, and Harry Cox." I said, testing each of their names. "Dick, Peter, Justin, Mike, Harry. I am Loli! I am so excited to go camping with you guys."
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| - | I wiggled again and heard a moan from Peter behind me. His lap was feeling less and less comfortable, something hard poking me.
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| - | After about 50 miles of this, I had to get off his lap, as it was not feeling that comfortable, and was making me feel a little warm between the legs. It felt almost like I had to go pee. But, not quite.
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| - | "Umm, Peter, do you have something in your pocket? It keeps poking me..." I said, not wanting to make him feel bad, but needing something to change.
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| - | "Umm, sorry, but, I don't think I can go the whole way on your lap," I told him, feeling bad. "Dick...can you stop? I will just ride in the back with Mike or Harry. One of them can come sit up here on Peter's lap.
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| - | "No thanks. You can sit in the back with them, and they will just stay back there."
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| - | I watched the mountains roll by, the evergreens making the air smell wonderful after the city. Even better than the strange little mirror tree hanging things you buy at the carwashes.
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| - | To the left, I saw a deer bound down the side of the mountain. "Look," I said, pointing at it. It was gone before anyone had a chance to see it, but I also realized my mistake as my hat flew of my head. I jumped up in the bed of the pickup to try to catch it as it briefly plastered itself to the camper. By the time I got to the back of the pickup, it had already broke loose and blown around the side.
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| - | However, mistake piled on mistake as suddenly I was unable to see, tangled in my own dress as the wind caught it, lifting it, bunching it around my arms and head.
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| - | I lay down in the back of the truck, more than a bit scared and shaken, my body quaking from fear. I kept imagining myself falling out of the back of the truck.
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| - | "What the hell was that?" Harry screamed at me to be heard over the rushing wind.
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| - | I explained to him, while being forced to yell just to be heard. "I saw a deer. I was trying to point it out for you guys, then the wind blew my hat away." I looked longingly at the camper. I liked that hat...
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| - | He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, obviously torn between wanting to watch the road and wanting to talk to me, causing his eyes to look at my chest, rather than my face. "Does it look like there is anywhere to stop?" he asked. I looked at the road again, a narrow, two lane, windy thing. I admitted he was right.
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| - | We drove a few more miles, and now, without even the covering of my dress, the cool mountain air felt more than a little bitey. I notice my nipples harden, and noticed that Mike and Harry noticed too.
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| - | "It's okay," I told them. "They do that when they get cold." They nodded at me, giving me that look again, the "dumb girl" look. I sat in the back, waiting for us to find a place to stop so I could put some clothes on, shivering slightly, huddled in on myself. Mike and Harry, being gentlemen, scooted in closer, wrapping their arms around me, trying to help me stay warm. Their arms, across my chest, around my stomach, helped me feel better. I finally found myself laying down across Mike's lap, his hands covering my breasts, rubbing them, especially the nipples, as Harry ran his hands across my panties. It was a bit puzzling, as those still covered me, but it felt better to not be so exposed to the biting wind. I almost asked Mike to stop, that my nipples did not hurt, and him doing that sent strange feelings through me, but I decided not to bother. They were only trying to help.
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| - | In what seemed like forever, the guys massaging me, trying to help me keep warm, we finally found a wide part of the road, and was able to turn off and stop.
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| - | The guys all helped me out, all of them. Strangely, my flower between my legs was all wet, so I went off a little and went potty. The guys just stared, as if they had never seen anyone go potty before. As I was winding down, Peter came over and pulled his wee wee. I laughed, watching him.
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| - | "No fair, I can't stand up! You shouldn't be allowed to either!"
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| - | He shook his head. "No, you can stand up, you just need to know what you are doing."
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| - | He came over, and waited until I stopped. "Well, we can go back to the camper, and I can show you."
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| - | "But, it is dirty down there. I just went potty!" I told him, horrified at him seeing the dirty spot.
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| - | "No, you are not dirty down there. Pee is completely fine. No germs or anything in it. Well, as long as you do not have some infection. You don't have an infection, do you?"
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| - | "Can I touch?" He said. I nodded yes, not sure what he wanted to do.
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| - | He placed his finger and his thumb on either side of my flower's entrance, and then spread it open. My mouth dropped open as he did that, shocked that he would open my flower.
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| - | "Okay, here," he said, pointing at something, "is where the pee comes from in a girl." The other guys crowded around, but I could not see where he was pointing.
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| - | "But I can't see," I said, then sighed as I realized I sounded a little whiney. Dick grabbed a little hand mirror and passed it to me.
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| - | Peter helped me guide it until I could see where he was pointing. I gasped. Above the big hole was a little hole. He was saying the pee came out of the little hole.
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| - | "Wow, and you mean I can pee like you? But, it is still a hole, while your wee wee is all pointy."
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| - | "Okay!" I agreed. I shook my head. "But, how do you know this?"
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| - | When I came to, I was laying across the three guys. My shirt slightly askew, pulled up a bit. My stomach was a bit cold from the exposure. A strange taste in my mouth, salty and a little bitter. My panties all bunched up, wedges right up my bottom, probably from when I moved around in my sleep. The stars were starting to come out. I looked up at them as I turned over, staying on my back. The guys didn't complain. In the city, we never really get to see many stars, with the city lights washing them out, and the city smog making them hard to see anyways. But here, in the mountains, there was not all that smog. There was not all those lights. The sky seemed to be filling up with stars. I wiped my mouth, embarassed as I found sticky liquid there. ''Oh my god, I can't believe I drooled all over them!'' I thought to myself. ''Strange that it is so sticky though.'' I had never remembered my pillow being sticky. Just wet. I quickly wiped my mouth off and wiped it along my top, hoping the guys did not notice.
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| - | That immediately set them off about how there was only two beds, and they were not gay. Like a den mother to a bunch of arguing kids, I finally assigned one to one bed and the other two to three other bed.
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| - | That set off more arguing, both telling me they weren't going to sleep in the same bed, and asking where I was going to sleep.
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| - | “Fine,” I said, interrupting their protests. “I will sleep in this bed, between you two, so you won't touch each other. Okay?”
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| - | “Now I need to get cleaned up before I go eat.” I said, heading over to my bag. I grabbed a small bag and stuffed my clothes in it while I got ready.
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| - | When I turned around, all five of them were staring at me. “You need to separate your dirty and clothes from your clean clothes,” I told them, not sure why they were staring at me so hard. Men. Can't even understand such simple concepts.
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| - | “Sorry, I really need to go,” Justin said.
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| - | “Oh, it's fine,” I told him. “When you have to go, you have to go.”
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| - | “You don't want to go out and wait?” He asked, a bit hesitant.
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| - | “Hey, we are friends, right? Everyone has to go, and I want to finish quickly so we can go eat.”
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| - | “Huh?” I asked. “Did I do something wrong? I tried not to disturb you.”
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| - | “Oh, thank you,” I told him, then hoped into the shower.
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| - | "Umm, what are you doing?" Dick asked me as I took off my clothes, then settled down on the bed.
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| - | "Going to sleep? Is something wrong?" I asked him, wondering what the problem was.
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| - | "Yes. I guess I toss and turn a bit when I sleep, and when I try to sleep with something on, it always gets all twisted and uncomfortable. I looked at him. "Oh, sorry, do you want to switch with one of the guys?" I asked, as he was one that would be on the same bed as me. "I am sure I won't roll over on you or something." I said, trying to reassure him that my tossing and turning would not affect him. "But, I am a deep sleeper, so...I can't say that I will not bump you or something. Is that okay? I have slept in the same bed with others, and they didn't wake up beaten up or anything," I said, a joking tone to my voice.
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| - | "Because I sleep naked too," he said. Sudden agreement came from the rest of the guys that they also slept naked. "It is a relief that you are okay with that," he said. "Normally girls don't like guys sleeping naked, so we were worried that we wouldn't be able to. It is nice that we can all be ourselves."
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| - | So, off they go camping. Loli, and 5 guys. Strange justifications ensue on how it seems innocent from Loli's point of view, but eventually she finds herself being fucked by all 5 guys.
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| - | Loli is splashed by mud, completely covering her. She strips at camp, not thinking anything of it, as when she was camping before, she had been a young girl, and had bathed naked with the boys in the stream, and had changed with the boys with no problems. She is too innocent to think of the fact that all her female parts are now fully developed, not very aware of her own body and others thoughts about it. She also does not take into consideration the male parts of the other campers are also now fully developed, so the guys quite happily join her in her stream bath to wash off the mud. It will have sexual encounters, but I still need to figure out how to write about them "innocently".
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Well, as you can imagine, by the end of it, naked guys tied to trees, raped within an inch of their lives, could be found all over the camp. And Loli? Well, she already went home. We are still not sure how the guys will make it back to, well, anywhere, tied to trees, no clothing, and exhausted half to death.
Oh, you want a story about "Loli" going on a camping trip with lots of guys? Sigh. Okay, if you really do not like this one, I can make a different one that will get you all hot and bothered.
HA! Fooled you! No story here. Maybe I will write one later=P
PS: Okay, I wrote one. Here, because I will create another path on this, is the story. I am also putting up the link, currently not being written, for what would happen with Loli on a camping trip with 5 guys who are more than willing to have sex with her, whether she wants to or not.
Hmm, debating on one more element. Do I want to have other campers involved in some way? Too bad the blindfold scene left her not wanting to do that. Then again, maybe I can find another way of introducing it, if I decide I really want to. Also wondering if I want to create an alternate "camping", one that Loli is not a willing participant? I haven't decided on this yet.
