Wendy's Welcome Intrusion

At the eighth-grade camp, voluptuous Wendy sneaks into a boys' cabin to have a sexual romp with handsome Richard, but studious Jake is the biggest beneficiary!

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction, but this story has a grain of truth to it as it was inspired by an actual incident. The “Wendy” character and her amorous antics at an eighth-grade camp were well known among my sister and her classmates nearly 50 years ago.

Part One

My name is Jake Clapham. Having been born in Canada in the early 1960s, I grew up during marvelous times in suburban southern Ontario.

During my formative years, Canada had a largely homogenous white population so there were zero divisive racial issues nor serious religious conflicts. There was no violent crime to speak of where I lived. Kids (and adults, too) could safely walk anywhere at any time without any fear of anything bad happening to them. People knew their neighbors and generally got along with them. Homeowners could and would go away for the day—and sometimes longer—without bothering to lock their doors. There were no bad guys lingering about. Two-parent families, each with a stay-at-home mom to raise the kids, were the norm. Social media had not arrived to rot children’s minds and turn them into recluses. Kids amused themselves by playing outside for hours on end. In my neighborhood we routinely had games of hide-and-seek with 20 or more participants. Sadly, that has all slipped away over the intervening decades—and it makes me melancholy to think about what has been lost and the carefree fun and freedom future generations of Canadian kids won’t experience as I did.

Our public school system was once the envy of the world. It had standards that each student had to attain. Academic inertia was not tolerated. If you graduated from high school—which was not a certainty—your diploma truly meant something. Now it’s just a piece of paper with little value. The same thing applied when one graduated from the eighth grade. If you had successfully done that, it was irrefutable proof that you could read, write, spell, and understand grammar and punctuation competently. There was no doubt you could do basic arithmetic in your head. You also had a good grasp of general science, Canadian history, and world geography. All these years later, I can still recite the names of the four major Japanese islands from learning them in a fifth-grade geography unit, plus all the countries of South America and their capital cities from my eighth-grade studies.

My local school board also seemed to have an abundance of money to spend quite liberally. For example, that same fifth-grade class that learned so much about Japan had four consecutive Thursdays of free swimming lessons during the winter at my city’s new and first indoor pool. Every school year featured plenty of single-day field trips, too, with educational excursions to museums, zoos, and various children’s attractions. We didn’t know how good we had it.

The highlight for the grade six, seven and eight classes each year was undoubtedly the multi-day trip to Patterson Lake—an educational campground located about half an hour’s drive from my school. Each of these grades had the camp reserved for a June weekend. Students arrived by bus on Thursday evening to get acquainted with the layout of the camp, play some frivolous games, have a campfire, and move into their overnight lodgings in cabins that were built to hold four occupants. In many cases, it was the first time that some students had not slept in the same place as their parents. That was a thrill for some kids, but an unnerving experience for others. Friday and Saturday would be chock full of activities such as archery, canoeing, orienteering, and various nature studies. On Sunday morning we were bused back to the school. There were breakfast, lunch and dinner buffets for everyone. The cost to each student was zero. How could you beat that?

The eighth-graders looked forward to the trip to their third weekend at Patterson Lake as much as the sixth-graders did for their first one. Although each cabin had four beds (two sets of bunk beds), they had only foam rubber padding on them. Thus, each student was required to bring a sleeping bag to put on top of it. One’s cabin mates were determined by the two eighth-grade teachers. I don’t think it was done by lottery as I noticed that the rare cadre of boys who might present trouble were never placed in the same cabin together. Obviously, there were collections of separate boys’ and girls’ cabins that had quite a distance between them. I recall the restrooms were located in the same building where we ate, which made them about a 100-yard walk from anyone’s cabin. Therefore, it was wise to do your business before you retired for the night.

For my eighth-grade adventure at Patterson Lake, my cabin-mates were Ralph, Danny and Richard. Ralph Tanner was pleasant but not too bright. Danny Molson was an average, very cheerful boy who would laugh at the slightest thing or comment that amused him. Richard Fanelli had acquired the reputation of being an eighth-grade Romeo. With a slightly swarthy complexion, Richard was undeniably handsome. He had girls by the dozen constantly seeking his attention. Smartly, he didn’t keep any particular one as a regular girlfriend. He seemed to change his current female companion as often as he changed his socks. I envied him, of course.

Richard’s latest conquest was Wendy Redfern. What God hadn’t given the 14-year-old Wendy in the academic smarts department, He more than made up for it when He doled out physical attractiveness. She was busty and beautiful, full of life, and, according to all the scuttlebutt, very easy to persuade. Rumor had it that she had provided sexual treats for at least half a dozen boys at my school and even more from the high school that I would be attending in a few months.

After the 62 eighth-grade students had enjoyed a barbecue and a campfire, we were allowed to go on a hike through the nearby woods. It was heavily chaperoned by the two eighth-grade teachers and the six parent volunteers to make sure no one got lost and everyone behaved themselves. If any boy or girl was getting especially friendly with a member of the opposite sex during the half-hour hike, an adult intervened. I laughed when one overzealous parent cautioned a very timid girl named Bonnie Irvine for the high crime of just walking closely alongside of me. Frankly, I hadn’t even noticed Bonnie slightly behind me and to my left when she was admonished. “Try to control yourself, Bonnie!” I kidded her once the chaperone moved out of earshot. She just smiled at me. I think her saw her blush.

I hadn’t done anything during the hike, but Richard certainly had. Somehow, he and Wendy had eluded the scrutiny of the adults and had quietly moved off the pathway and into the dense woods. The two of them were out of sight for about ten minutes before they scampered back amongst their hiking peers. Their short absence had gone unnoticed by the fun police. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces. Richard winked at me when I saw him return.

The hike ended and we went to our respective cabins. It was 9 p.m. Before we headed to our sleeping quarters, we were told we could use the showers, first-come-first-served, beginning at 6:30 the following morning, and that we absolutely had to be present for breakfast no later than 7:30 a.m. as the formal camp activities would begin shortly after 8 o’clock. We said our good-nights to the teachers, the parent volunteers, and our fellow classmates.

For the four of us in Boys’ Cabin #8, the night was far from over.

Part Two

All four of us usually stayed up well past 9 p.m. on a typical school night, so not one of us assigned to Cabin #8 was the slightest bit sleepy. The rules allowed us to keep the lone ceiling light on until 10 p.m. if we wanted to quietly chat or do something else, such as reading. Richard definitely wanted to do something else, but no book was involved. Without informing the three of us of his plan, he stealthily waited by the cabin door for Wendy to arrive! The second our light was turned off, Wendy, clad in flannel pajamas, scampered from her cabin into ours and merrily jumped into Richard’s arms.

“Are you out of your mind, Richard? And you too, Wendy?” asked Danny before he began to giggle. “Don’t you realize we could all get into serious trouble for this?”

“Nah, we’re safe,” insisted Richard. “The light is off. No teacher or parent will come in here now.” Then he spoke to his comely visitor. “Wendy, my bunk is the lower one near the window. Come join me, please, so we can finish what we started during the hike.”

Under the circumstances, I figured Richard had to be the coolest customer I had ever encountered. Wendy wasn’t the brightest penny in the jar, but the fact that Richard had the moxie to convince her to sneak into our four-person cabin for a casual fuck was utterly mind-blowing to me!

Because of the darkness of the cabin, I could only see Wendy’s silhouette as she cavalierly discarded her pajamas, so I didn’t see much at all. However, fate was about to intervene. I could hear someone approaching Boys’ Cabin #8 for a final inspection.

Danny heard him too. “Someone is coming,” he announced. “I think it’s Mr. Davenport!” Danny was correct. Mr. Davenport was one of the two eighth-grade teachers at my school. He liked me because I was a diligent scholar and because I had a good sense of humor. He was probably my favorite teacher ever. He had the reputation of being very easygoing. However, I figured Wendy’s presence in her birthday suit would severely test the limits of Mr. Davenport’s patience and tolerance.

Wendy predictably panicked and headed to nearest bunk to jump into the sack with Richard—which probably would have made the situation worse if we had been dealing with any other adult at the camp. However, Wendy chose the wrong bunk and ended up with me! I didn’t have more than a moment to enjoy this unexpected and excellent windfall. Mr. Davenport, carrying a flashlight, opened the cabin door, took one step inside, noticed the pair of girl’s pink pajamas on the floor and shined his light on all four bunks. The look on his face when he saw I had Wendy Redfern as a bedmate was priceless.

I intended to tell him the situation was not what it seemed. Unbelievably, Mr. Davenport just smiled awkwardly and said to five people now occupying the room, “This is a routine bed check, boys. I can see you’re all fast asleep and nothing is going on here. I was 14 once myself, you know.” Then he quickly shut the door and moved to the next boys’ cabin on his route.

After about ten seconds of awkward silence, Richard asked the other occupants. “Did that really just happen?”

“I think so,” replied Ralph. “Wow! He doesn’t care that we have a naked girl in here with us. How about that, huh?”

“I’ll remember that for tomorrow night,” Danny joked. “Maybe we can smuggle four girls in here!”

“Why stop at four?” I added. “Let’s try for eight--two naked girls for each of us to enjoy!”
Wendy then said her first words since she arrived—and they will linger in my mind forever. “Why do you need two girls, Jake, when you have me in your bed?” After which she hugged me tightly, pressing her terrific breasts against my chest, and gave me a world-class kiss on the lips!

“What?” said Richard who was clearly annoyed that I had managed to steal his latest girlfriend without even trying.

Wendy said to him, “Richard, we had a nice little fuck during the hike. I got into Jake’s bunk by mistake, but I really like it here. I’ve always admired Jake for being so smart and funny. I want to give him a fuck now.”

“Hooray for me!” I exclaimed happily. I quickly continued the long kiss with my voluptuous classmate. Wendy helpfully assisted as I discarded my own pajamas while I remained lying down. I had never had sex in my life—and I certainly expected my first encounter to be more well-planned than this one. Nevertheless, I intended to enjoy the crazy randomness of it all.

Wendy positioned herself directly on top of me and began fondling my penis. “Let’s get that good and hard,” Wendy said loud enough to be heard by everyone. “You can play with my tits in the meantime, Jake!”

I did just that. Wendy did her job well as my dick became rigid within 30 seconds. I moved from fondling Wendy’s breasts to sucking on them. What a wonderful, thrilling experience this was for me! I could just sense that Richard was seething at Wendy—but at that moment I certainly didn’t care. Neither did Danny. “Can I be next, Wendy?” he asked in a half-serious way.

“Yeah, sure Danny,” Wendy quickly agreed. “I’ll fuck all four of you before you go to sleep—and then I’ll spend the night with the boy I like the best. Does that sound fair to everyone here?”

Wendy got enthusiastic yesses from three of us and a tepid “Okay” from Richard who was not liking the way his salacious plan was working out.

Wendy was obviously very experienced at this sort of thing. She stopped giving me a hand job shortly thereafter and deftly mounted me. I didn’t have to move an inch. She placed my fully erect penis into her vagina and began to ride it. It was a fabulous sensation. My only regret was that I could barely see her features—and even that small glimpse was because there was a bit of moonlight illuminating the cabin through its window that evening. The parts of Wendy’s body I couldn’t see well, I could still explore with my hands and tongue—so I did.

As we fucked away with Wendy clearly in charge, I particularly like squeezing the cheeks of Wendy’s behind—which was definitely an underrated part of her anatomy. We got into a pleasant rhythm of her moving up and down on my shaft with the two of us joyfully moaning almost simultaneously. When I moved my hands from her bum to her waist, my penetration of her pussy became deeper and more satisfying. I knew a climax was approaching.

“Go ahead and come inside me, Jake!” Wendy said sweetly. She kissed me and added, “Don’t worry. I’ve taken the necessary precaution; I always do. You won’t be a daddy in nine months.”

“If you say so, Wendy…” was all I managed to utter before I let loose with a sizeable ejaculation that probably lasted 20 seconds from the first eruption of cum to the final dribbles. I did not keep my satisfaction a secret.

“Wendy Redfern, you lovely girl!” I said between deep breaths. “That was the greatest experience in my life! Thank you very much.”
“What a gentleman you are for saying that, Jake.” She replied. “You were a great fuck, too. You have a nice firm dick to ride. It was one of the best I’ve had in my pussy.”

I was going to ask Wendy exactly how many guys she had screwed, but I wisely kept my mouth shut as that would have been a tacky question—and she still had some horny boys in Boys' Cabin #8 to add to her total. There was some confusion about whose bed Wendy would next visit, but she ended up with Danny who was on the upper bunk above Richard. Danny insisted on giving Wendy a standard, missionary-style fuck. He seemed to have some experience doing that. Danny only lasted about three minutes before he climaxed inside Wendy’s pussy just as I had.

“You were good too, Danny!” Wendy critiqued him while squeezing the last few drops of jism from his shaft. “I hope you enjoyed the fuck.”

“How could I not enjoy that?” Danny asked her before characteristically laughing. “The only part I didn’t like, though, was wallowing in Jake’s cum.” I hadn’t even thought of that, so Danny’s complaint made me laugh.

Ralph added accurately, “I guess I’m next, Wendy—and my dick will now have two loads of cum to wallow in.”

Ralph proved to be well-versed in fucking techniques. He descended from the bunk above mine sporting a huge erection—certainly bigger than mine. (Now I had another cabin-mate to envy.) He got Wendy to get on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor and gave her a thorough doggy-style screwing. While thrusting away, Ralph informed all and sundry, “Wendy, other than my cousin Peggy from North Bay, you’re the first girl I’ve ever fucked. I always screw Peggy this way when she comes for a visit. She likes it a lot.”

Danny and I both grimaced at that sordid tidbit. “That’s way too much information, Ralph!” I quickly said.

“Yeah, screwing your cousin is just gross,” Danny opined. “The next time she comes to our city for a visit, I’ll happily fuck her, though. Just give me a call!”

I’m not even sure Ralph heard our two comments. He was likely too busy focusing on ramming Wendy’s inviting young pussy. After about five minutes, he apparently finished his business successfully. He congratulated himself by announcing. “That was one of my best cum shots ever. Wendy, you’re a better fuck than Peggy is. You have nicer tits to fondle. I didn’t mind being third.”

Richard had gotten over his anger and did wave Wendy over to his bunk. Apparently, he had expended himself sexually during the hike and didn’t have much jism in his balls left over. Still, he managed to screw Wendy in a side-by-side position and had a second orgasm. “I gave you my best shot earlier tonight, Wendy,” he said as an apology to her.

In the darkness I could barely see Wendy rise to her feet. “Thanks a lot, fellows. This was fun times four,” she stated. “I’ve decided I’ll sleep with Jake, though. He’s a real gentleman and he has a great penis. It’s just lovely to ride.”

Wendy promptly returned to my bunk where I gladly welcomed her with several kisses. She resumed her position atop me and we screwed a second time. This time it was slower and more loving and passionate then our first frenzied fuck. I ejaculated, firing more seed amongst the growing puddle of cum in her well-used vagina. I pulled my dick from her pussy. We shared one final, lengthy kiss before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Part Three

I had brought a seldom-used, small alarm clock from home that I had set alongside my bunk. From it, I knew it was a few minutes past 5 a.m. when I awoke. I pleasantly found Wendy fast asleep with her arms around me. Last night had proven to me that the rumors about her were accurate: Wendy Redfern had the morals of an alley cat! I didn’t care, though. I had thoroughly enjoyed my first sexual experience. It had been courtesy of a very willing and sexy 14-year-old girl—and I got to fuck her twice! My balls were aching because of the unfamiliar strain of multiple ejaculations over such a short span of time. I was tempted to give her a third blast from my penis while she was slumbering, but I thought that would be rather ungentlemanly—and I honestly wondered whether I had it in me. I did take the naughty liberty of fondling and licking her tits for a few moments before I woke her up with a few gentle shakes of her shoulders.

“Wendy,” I softly whispered as she began to open her eyes. “It’s just past 5 o’clock. You need to get back into your pajamas and out of this cabin while the getting is good. If anyone in charge sees you leaving here, tell him you’re returning to your cabin. Say you were heading back from the washroom and got disoriented.”

“Good idea, Jake. You really are a smart boy!” she said. Then she kissed me. I kissed her back and fondled her breasts some more. I was truly tempted to extend her stay, but I said, “You really do have to go now, Wendy. Last night was great fun for me, but all good things must end.”

We both got up together. I stood by the door as she quickly put on her pajamas. That’s all she had in the way of clothing; she had come to Boys’ Cabin #8 barefoot. I opened the door and Wendy sprinted toward the girls’ cabins. To the best of my knowledge, she got to hers without being spotted. I’m sure she had an interesting chat with her three cabin-mates before they reported for breakfast.

I was among the first in line for the boys’ showers as 6:30 approached. I really needed to have one after my sexual exertions. When I was finished, I saw Mr. Davenport in the distance. He saw me, too, and waved for me to come to him. I figured he was going to lay down the law regarding my surprise bedmate. I expected the worst. For the second time, he greatly surprised me.

“Jake,” he began. “I was the most flabbergasted person in the world when I discovered Wendy Redfern cuddled up with you last night…”

“I hate to interrupt you, sir,” I began, “but the situation wasn’t what it seemed.” I made a point of explaining that Richard had invited Wendy into the cabin without telling me, Ralph or Danny. Most importantly I informed him that Wendy had jumped into the wrong bunk a moment before he opened the door. “Honestly, sir, it wasn’t my idea at all. You have to believe me.”

“I do believe you, Jake! Nobody could make up a tale like that one. That story is too crazy to be a lie!” he said with a smile. “Also, I actually did expect to find Wendy in your cabin—but with Richard, not you. I saw they had gone off together during the group hike last night, but I didn’t want to embarrass either of them. Then, later on, I thought I spotted Wendy entering Cabin #8, so I was going to tell both Richard and Wendy to start behaving themselves. Then I saw Wendy in your bunk instead of Richard’s and I was thoroughly confused. As I said last night, I was 14 once myself. Boys that age will be boys—especially if girls like Wendy throw themselves at them.” He paused for a moment and added, “I assume Wendy left Cabin #8 in embarrassment not long after I did.”

“Well, no,” I confessed. “Wendy serviced all four of us and then spent the next seven hours sleeping with me in my bunk because she liked me the best. She sneaked back to her cabin shortly after 5 o’clock this morning.”

Mr. Davenport took a few moments to process that information. He eventually said, “Well, aren’t you four the luckiest 14-year-old boys in Canada!” I had to agree.

I was about to head back to my cabin, but Mr. Davenport stopped me. “Jake,” he said, “you are one of my favorite students, and I appreciate your complete candor about all of these nocturnal shenanigans, so I’m going to tell you something that I probably shouldn’t.”

“What’s that?” I naturally inquired.

"Before I showed up at Boys’ Cabin #8 last night, I saw someone leave Girls’ Cabin #2. She wasn’t heading in the direction of the washroom, so I intercepted her. It was Bonnie Irvine. I asked her where she was going. She admitted she was on her way to Boys’ Cabin #8 to try to have a sexual fling with you.”

That news astonished me—and boosted my ego exponentially.

Mr. Davenport continued, “You’re a healthy teen, Jake, but I doubt you could have handled both Bonnie and Wendy at the same time. I think I likely did you a huge favor by shooing Bonnie back to her cabin.” He patted me on the back and suggested, “I suspect she might be worth approaching for a romp tonight, though. I don’t think you realize this, Jake, but I see it every day on her face: Bonnie seems rather smitten with you.”