So Grace had kept swimming, even in the frozen depths of winter, and her name had been first on Coach Rod's signup list that spring. Armed with an idea of what to expect and better conditioning, it had been amateur a joy and Grace wasn't looking forward oral to going back to school. The best part was that it didn't even cost anything, since she was on the swim team. How big Parker College could afford to put on the camp was an open question, although there were rumors that other attendees paid enough to more than offset the Hardcore costs. The once Grace had raised the subject with Jeni -- one of the paid swimmers -- there'd been some vague mention of a sponsorship or scholarship or something, and they'd let the subject drop. Now it was nearly the end of summer, and Grace would have to spend the next few weeks looking like a zebra or something. The camp didn't spend a lot on uniforms, and the white T-shirts and navy shorts ran slightly on the large side, meaning there was no way the tan lines on Grace's arms and thighs wouldn't show in anything she wore. "Well, come on," Grace snapped, trying to fight off her sulk. "I don't want to do extra push-ups if we're late, and you still have to change." She'd changed before lunch, but Jeni had put off switching out of her suit so she could catch some rays. The two women left the relatively secluded side of the cabana and walked towards the oversized "log cabin" that housed the locker rooms and workout equipment. They were surrounded by the bustle of the others blowjob also headed to their afternoon training sessions; there were the familiar faces of the other students, coaches with the same utilitarian outfits but the largely-symbolic heavy whistles on lanyards, and the current rotation of visiting guest coaches. Sarah stood up slowly, oral her skirt falling back to cover her thighs. Not angry nor disgusted, just solemn. And when we walked into the clubhouse, we found it to be a dance like any other, except that most in attendance were naked. She broke her kiss and looked down at the results of her handy-work, a small coo escaping from her throat as she licked her lips. They reached the front door and Tyrone held our daughter tightly, kissing her deeply while sliding both hands under her amateur skirt to lift her by her bare ass cheeks, pulling her firmly against his covered but very prominent erection. He is one of the underlings who roughly raped me this afternoon, the strong one who triggered my Reflex and then put his penis in my anus. She started to shake her breasts ever so quicker. Hardcore I was willing to go first but afraid that after giving him a blow job he would turn on me, pull his pants up, and call me a fag. He quickly tucks it in and covers the blowjob bulge with a sweatshirt. “That was a cruel trick you pulled on me, but I’m glad that you did it, where did you get that thing from, and how big did you control it?” These parties are just for fun.