Twisted Teen Tales

                               Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 7                                

                                        Teen Tramp Boot Camp - Bambi

       The concept for Camp Fukalot started in the mind of Principal Niles Nailer almost two years ago. There was a small portion of the school's female population that drove him up the wall. They were between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, over-sexed for their age and unfortunately for the male population of the school, extremely advanced physically. You can imagine what a fifteen year-old with a set of 37Cs and still growing could do to the typical sex-crazed male students of Arnold Palmer High School. That was not the worst of it; these creatures were also uniformly bi-sexual! However, most of these lovelies shrugged off their little flings with lady love by the time they were seniors, except for a few dedicated converts to full time rug munching.

       You have no idea what kind of turmoil this caused among the female teachers, some of whom were still unmarried for obvious and not so obvious reasons. A few were plain as posts, still virgins and afraid not to be, others were borderline anorexic or approaching obesity at warp speed, a small number still lived at home and were kept under the collective thumbs of their parents, and finally there was a fairly impressive fraction that either were or were leaning toward becoming lesbians. It's amazing the damage that can be caused by a hot-boxed bisexual teen meeting up with a sexually frustrated lesbian wannabe teacher. To the teen it was just innocent fun and games, but to the desperate teacher it was a ticket away from the mundane existence of the high school pedant looked down upon by her teaching peers as well as all her students except the few that would become like her in a few years.

       On the other hand the male teachers were living in the land of milk and honies. Unlike the distaff side of the profession they were the cocks of the walk in more ways than one. What male teenager could possibly compete with a well hung, hot-looking, male teacher with bedroom eyes and his own apartment. Even the more seasoned teaching veterans were getting their share of teenage pussy that flocked to them for the real thing when it came to getting a teen hottie's pussy to drooling. So there was a major disparity that was causing a huge rift in the faculty, one that could not be tolerated. This was the genesis for the idea of the boot camp for teen tramps.

       What principal Nailer was trying to do, according to what he said, was put sex back where it belonged, in the home. There was no good reason why a hot-holed honey shouldn't be getting all the loving she needed from her parents and siblings, not to mention other relatives and close friends of the family. In that way these teens would not be creating the distractions that caused problems at school. This approach would also generate a renewed interest in sex on the part of the parents who likely had drifted away from this as a prime focus, to be replaced by work and other goals that took them away from the family.

       For six weeks at the height of summer, a dozen teenage teasers would spend twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, wallowing in sex in all its manifestations. In principle this would create a situation that caused the teens to realize that casual sex was meaningless and quite shallow. Once they accepted this view, it would be easy for them to enter the next phase which was to start bonding sexually with family members.

       He had taken a private poll and found that more than seventy-five percent of the fathers were hot to nail their teenaged daughters. Of interest there did not seem to be a correlation between the physical attractiveness of the teens and the desire of their fathers to have sex with them. Results from the mothers was a bit different. A few confessed to having strong feelings towards their daughters, and were eager to have sex with them while excluding the husband. Others saw the husband as a rival for their daughter's affections, and felt threatened. A small fraction were appalled by the thought of their daughters having sex with other family members, and the rest thought it to be an excellent idea.

       The poll made him decide to incorporate a group of mothers who expressed keen interest in having sex with their daughters; he chose five who accepted his invitation. He also added four female faculty members to the mix, each with lesbian tendencies, to give the girls a broad spectrum of sexual  partners while they were at camp.

       Each camper and her parents had signed a waiver allowing the camp personnel to utilize shall we say more advanced techiques than teenagers would normally encounter at this age. The basic staff consisted of two lesbian and six heterosexual male teachers, a bisexual female nurse, and principal Nailer who definitely was heterosexual in the extreme. What the campers did not know was that there would be visiting "counselers" and "therapists" who would also have sex with the campers. These were known as the O-mobs, where O stood for orifices, and they performed an extremely useful function as well as taking the pressure off the small number of staff members. In phase two the teens would begin to bond with their parents under the supervision of the camp staff, but this would be done at a nearby resort hotel to enhance the chances for the bonding to take hold, and also act as a second honeymoon for their distracted and harried parents.

       Principal Nailer had already selected his own personal teen tramp challenge for the summer. Her name was Bambi Jensen, a fourteen year-old budding tramp who in her first year of high school had collected the scalps of two female faculty members along with numerous seniors, all boys, and three of the hotter male teachers. When it came to sex, Bambi was a child prodigy, no doubt about it. The principal had followed her career with growing interest, and was most eager to become her "mentor" and put her on the path to more normal sexual behavior.

       Now normal is a state of mind as well as something within the bounds of society and ones belief. Her parents had been part of the principal's poll and as a result, Bambi's mother, Ellen, was one of the five chosen as sex assistants. Bambi's father had been tremendously exthusiastic about the opportunity to become more closely bonded to his nubile daughter, who he confessed drove him crazy with lust as she wandered about the house in her undies that showed more than they hid. The poll also indicated that her parents had drifted away when it came to having sex regularly. However both were involved in various brief flings, his at the office, hers at the local gym where her personal trainer did more than tone up her body.

       Bambi stood five feet four, weighed almost exactly one hundred pounds stripped, and measured 33B-22-32. She was just beginning to develop hips and her backside was rounding into form very nicely. She was cute as a bug with curly, blonde hair cut shoulder length and brown eyes that positively sparkled. Her legs were currently her best feature unless one includes her pink, pouty pussy that had absorbed more than its share of hard cock and wet  tongues over the last year or so.

       Principal Nailer had decided to put Bambi through the meat grinder before stepping in and taking what was left of the teen tramp under his wing so to speak. He had her housed with the more senior tramps, some of them two years older than her and vastly more experienced. They quickly put her in her place despite her looks and talent when it came to things sexual. For the first few days, the tramps were put through their paces by the staff during the day and left to their own devices at night.

       After a day featuring hours on their backs taking what seemed like miles of hard cock interspersed with hot tongue action as well as fisting from the lesbian staff members, the last thing that most of them wanted at night was more of the same. That was not true in the case of the group including Bambi. Instead they drew straws to see in what order they would get to spend a few hours while Bambi's fast, wet tongue soothed their swollen, tired cunts and distended assholes. Bambi was lucky to be allowed more than a few hours of sleep and it began to show after just a few days.

       On the third night, the poor little, totally exhausted darling had been cuffed and then spanked by each member of her group in order to make her get busy eating pussy. She was chowing down on a sixteen year-old porker in the making when they received a surprise visit from one of the O-mobs that principal Nailer was employing to really put the pressure on his student-tramps. In principle, thanks to the waivers everyone had signed, there was no such thing as nonconsensual sex at the camp. Still in all, the O-mobs came awfully close in the way they manhandled the teen tramps.

       This group of men had been instructed by Nailer to really give Bambi a thorough going over in all three holes, and they did so with great vigor. This is not to say that the other three tramps escaped a good pounding, for they were well and truly nailed and renailed by the gang of hard-cocked strangers. However they were more than just a little bit jealous of the attention Bambi received once the other three had been given a good dose of stiff pricks. There were twelve members of the mob and they each took one more turn on the blonde fourteen year-old tramp, rotating from one hole to the next  until they flooded her insides with more of their virile cum, which was the product of their lusts, her hot tight body and the little blue pills they had downed an hour before launching this foray. Once they finally left, Bambi  passed out and it took some serious shaking the following morning to rouse her for another day of serious prodding from both sexes.

       Just before lunch while she was being assaulted by the two lesbian staffers, each using their favorite dildo to stretch her cunt and anus to their limit and a little beyond, poor little Bambi fainted dead away just as the heavy-set teacher with the beginngs of a moustache was building up a good head of steam. They had to carry the teen tramp over to the infirmary to have her looked over. The nurse diagnosed her problem as too much sex and not enough liquids to keep her at something akin to equilibrium. An IV was administered and while Bambi was rehydrating, the nurse took this opportunity to sample the teen tramp's hot tight pussy, which was hot but no longer tight. To make the most of the situation, she clambered onto the examining table and had the teen eat her pussy until the IV was finished.

       Poor Bambi missed lunch while she was having a different kind of lunch. She was weakened to the point she fell prey to the trio of male teachers who took her to their quarters and gave her the pounding of her young life. There was something about her boyish hips, not quite womanish ass, her cute face and those nice pert tits that really got the juices flowing for almost anyone who came into her path, male or female. What blew her away that long afternoon was after her three holes had been filled to the brim with hot cum, she ran into her mom of all people. The sparks flew and almost set the camp on fire. They got into a sixty-nine and it took half the staff to finally pull them apart. Bambi was now madly in love with her mom and just wanted to spend the rest of her life eating that perfect pussy that had brought her into the world. Unfortunately it was not to be, for the principal had his own agenda for the teen tramp and he held all the cards.

       He arranged for Bambi to be rotated among the other groups with the admonishment to make sure she got everything she deserved for being the youngest tramp in camp. The other teens were very inventive in what they did to the young teen. They stole scraps from the garbage and let them ripen in the heat of the day before forcing them down Bambi's throat just before her spankings. One group determined that it would be much better if they spanked her budding breasts instead of her badly bruised bottom. Another group collected their urine and made her drink it while they fisted her tired, stretched cunt well into the night. Probably the most painful thing she endured were the enemas that she took almost every night. Some were laced with harsh detergents, others with ice cubes to make her insides feel as if they were freezing solid as the enema was adminstered. One even had half a scoop of very fine sand that irritated her anal passage for days afterwards, not to mention the periodic bleeding that it caused.

       After a month in camp taking everything that the staff, mothers, lesbian teachers, O-mobs and her sister tramps had to offer, Bambi had lost eight pounds from her lithe body,which now gave her a wraith-like appearance, accented by the deep black rings under her eyes from sleep deprivation. Her ass was a mass of bruises covering the spectrum of colors, her pert tits were also bruised and swollen, one larger than its mate because most of the camp attendees were right handed , and her cunt and asshole were a set of gaping wounds that drooled all kinds of secretions almost around the clock. Now it was time for her to face principal Nailer, the last obstacle before she would be reunited with her loving parents, who were due to meet her at the resort in two weeks to celebrate her return to the family. 

       He had kept close tabs on the young tramp and knew that she was getting as much cock in one day as most newly weds got in the first few weeks of their marriage. Add to this all the other penetrations made with dildos and fists by her female peers and the others at camp, and it was not surprising that her sore cunt and asshole looked as if they had been blown out. Now for the next two weeks Nailer would do his best to make her cringe at the thought of any strange cocks pounding away inside her asshole and cunt. Of course he and certain trusted female personnel would not be the only ones giving the young tramp a send-off she'd never forget.

       Bambi was immediately introduced to the prayer bench, which was Nailer's name for the fixture that he used to restrain those tramps that he selected for corporal punishment. The wooden piece  featured a padded portion that supported the tramp's body when she was bent over, her wrists tied securely to the front rungs at its base, and her legs spread and ankles tied to the back rungs. A thick leather strap was used to hold her in position while she was being whipped with one of the various implements from the principal's collection. For Bambi he reserved the cane for her morning whipping, usually concentrating on the backs of her legs and the crevice between her bruised ass cheeks, and a thick wooden paddle with a series of holes drilled through it to increase the speed at which it could be wielded as he pounded Bambi's ass cheeks prior to taking her into his bed for her nightly dose of hard cock.

       Bambi quickly found out why it was called the praying bench. After a few strokes of the cane on the backs of her legs she would pray to god, any god, for relief from the pain. To his credit, the principal never overdid her punishment, despite the temptation to just lay one more good one down that sexy split between her colorful ass cheeks, or make her scream by cutting one more into the super sensitive region behind her knee, his favorite spot. After two days, Bambi's back side got relief so it could heal. This is not to say that he ever drew blood, that was never his intention. Nailer liked to describe the beatings as little reminders of what might occur if the recalcitrant tramp continued down that treacherous path to perdition.

       For the next two days Bambi, who was blessed with a body as limber as a gymnast, was bent backwards across the padded bench, her thighs wide spread, exposing her well worn cunt for the flogger he employed to whip that swollen clam until the poor girl could barely pass pee. He liked to use a rubber hose on the insides of Bambi's firm thighs, enjoying the way the flesh moved when he pounded it. In this arduous position the undersides of her budding breasts was also available for punishment and they received his undivided attention at her evening beating. One night it might be the hose, another time a three-foot long wooden pointer. Later while he rested, preparing to give her asshole a good pounding, he would tit fuck her swollen boobs as she begged him for mercy and sobbed almost hysterically from the pain of his cock boring between her sore, swollen tits. Naturally being restrained by handcuffs significantly diminished her ability to resist anything he chose to do to her naked body, be it outside as well as within.

       Nailer loved to do Bambi in the morning as soon as he woke her up. What made it such fun was just before he let her get to sleep he made her drink all the water she could hold. By morning she had a very full bladder, but unfortuntely she had to hold it until Nailer finished nailing her, which he deliberately prolonged. He  would fuck her in the male superior position, putting as much weight on her distended bladder as he could, watching her face for signs that her bladder was about to burst or worse still for her, empty itself onto the principal's bed sheets and mattress.

       She only did that once. For her punishment he made her consume one gallon of piss that he collected from all the women in the camp because their piss was highly acidic due to the diet they consumed. Then he collected all of her piss until he had a gallon of recycled pee, now approaching a dark amber color, and made her consume it once more. That was why she would rather have her bladder back up into her kidneys, risking uremic poisoning, than piss in his bed again.

       Nailer would play a game with his little tramp, fucking her hard until he felt he was on the verge of shooting off inside her.  So he'd pull out and make her suck his cock, desperately trying to make him spurt, but he had too much self control. Then back into her cunt for another good pounding, usually leaving a nice big load of very virile swimmers behind that would head for her still maturing, but very fertile womb. However mother nature may have already intruded based on the fact that after over four weeks at camp, little Bambi hadn't had her period. She was now approximatly two weeks late, time to get very, very nervous if you're a fourteen year-old who has been taking perhaps a dozen cum blasts in your cunt every day for nearly a month.

       The principal had other fish to fry, or is it other tramps to fuck, so he often turned Bambi over to the tender mercies of his nurse who loved to give the tramp enemas when she wasn't using her Big-Boy strap-on dildo to rearrange Bambi's insides. If she got too busy she'd loan the young teen tramp out to one of the lesbian-leaning teachers for fun and games. The more unattractive the teacher, the more aggressive she would be with poor Bambi. An hour or so of steady cunt lapping until Bambi's tongue was swollen and sore, followed by a good sound thrashing with a strap or just a heavy hand was par for the course. Sometimes she'd be handed off to one teacher, then another, each one exacting her tribute in the form of cunnilingus or anallingus, the latter not Bambi's cup of tea so to speak.

       With a week to go principal Nailer finally allowed Bambi and her mother to have a sort of session. The teen was bent over the prayer bench face up, and her mother was allowed to eat her swollen pussy which had taken a terrific pummeling that afternoon from the flogger and the rubber hose as well. He had done this deliberately to make their meeting as frustrating for them as possible. While this was happening he used the pointer made of hickory on the undersides of Bambi's tits, beating them until they were nearly twice their normal size and the area that took the beating was livid, an ugly shade of black and blue that would be almost completely healed by the time the family had its reunion.

       Two days later he had the nurse inject Bambi with a special cocktail of methamphetamines and sex stimulants, then turned her over to his top O-mob for an all night session. When they returned the battered and totally fucked out teen back to him, he knew she was broken at last. Her eyes were wide open but unfocused, her mouth was slack and drooling, besides the fact that she failed to respond to any form of stimulus. According to the  O-mob leader, she went into this comatose state about four hours before they finished doing all the things they had planned for her. He did however get some excellent footage of the two dogs taking turns on her while she was on all fours. This would go into the principal's private collection, joining the other hot tapes he had obtained over the years from various students either willingly or otherwise. Bambi's ordeal had finally ended and for the next four days she would rest and recover so as to be in condition to join her parents at the resort where they were eagerly awaiting her so she could be welcomed back into the family as an equal sexual member.

       All's well that ends well, and so it was with the reunion of Bambi and her parents. Her father, who had spent most of the last six weeks having farewell sex with the various women that worked for him, was absolutely amazed at the changes that had taken place in his wife and daughter. She had lost nearly fifteen pounds and was eager for his big cock after a diet consisting of mostly pussy and an occasional gangbang from men who seemed more interested in getting at the young tramps who displayed their tight, rounded naked bodies every chance they got.

       However it was his darling daughter, Bambi, who really got his juices flowing. Despite losing ten pounds that she didn't have to lose, she was still one hot piece of teen fuckmeat. When she stripped down to display her well whipped ass and tits that were still slightly swollen from the beatings they'd gotten from principal Nailer, his cock began to harden immediately. He lost it when she pried her pussy lips apart to show him her newly tightened cunt, compliments of the alum and astringent solution that the nurse used on her blown-out twat, and told him it was now his private snatch except for when her mom wanted to use it.

       In no time flat the three of them were naked and lying on the bed, trying to arrange themselves into positions that allowed them access to each other. Bambi and her mother were quickly locked into a torrid sixty-nine, their hot, wet  tongues and lips working furiously on the cunts that were shamelessly presented for them to meet, greet and eat. Meanwhile Bambi's dad took turns ass fucking his daughter and wife, finally blowing his load all over Bambi's back as she gobbled her mom's gash like there was no tomorrow. Then he rolled away and watched the action as he recuperated and planned what his next move was going to be.

       For the better part of two days and two nights the trio fucked and sucked until they were exhausted. Bambi lost track of the number of times her father pumped his hot cum into either her cunt or asshole. She also had no memory of the times she had sucked her mother's cunt and licked her asshole while her father's cock worked to widen her asshole. She does remember appearing by the pool in the skimpiest bikini her parents could find for her to wear, and being the center of attraction. An hour later she was marched up to their suite and while her mom sat on her face and made sure she licked every square inch of her cunt and asshole, her father pumped two loads of cum into her tight twat and then mom sucked it out and they exchanged it until she swallowed it all.

       By the time they got home, the family had bonded as well as three people could. Bambi was now a dutiful daughter always ready to please her parents and their friends in any way they suggested. The sex was always fabulous and the number of experienced sex partners she now had at her beck and call was more than she could have possibly imagined for a little girl of fourteen. School was now just school, not a place to pick up sex partners; she was well beyond that stage. However she still had a soft spot in her heart for principal Nailer and on certain occasions she would arrange to get herself into a bit of trouble just so her former mentor could have the chance to put her rapidly developing naked body through the mill for old times sake.

                               (Finis-rolf palsy)