Summer camp and the glory hole

Although, the name I use is not real, the story I am about to relate, actually happened to me this summer. I am a 38-year-old woman, married with two kids, Kevin, who is 16, and Lori, who is 14. This last summer, Lori and I were going to go to the second half of our church’s summer camp in the upper Adirondack Mountains for a week. I was going as a part time counselor and all around chaperone, since the camp consisted of both boys and girls from different areas of the state.

I had taken the week as vacation from my job and was excited about going, just to get out of the house for a week. The thought of being at a summer camp brought back good memories from when I was a young girl and had attended one for two summers. I was really looking forward to it, and so was Lori. That is until two days before leaving, she came down with chicken pox of all things. Well on the doctor’s advice, I called the woman in charge at the church that was running the camp to explain that we would not be attending. She was very upset and begged me to come and still be a counselor, since two
others had already cancelled at the last minute and they would be very short handed. After a lot of discussion with my family, it was decided that I would still go and help out.

One of the other women at the church that I knew was there for the first session and she had agreed to stay with me for the second one also, so it didn’t sound too bad. Jill (The one who stayed) was younger than I was (29) but we got along well and had a lot of fun
the first day in camp. Her and I slept in a tent type wooden platform at the outer edge of the camp. On the other side there were two men from the church, who had the same sleeping setup on the boys side. John was a good friend of my husband and I knew him also. Eddy was a black guy, who was fairly new to our church and neither Jill nor I knew him very well, but he was very nice and we all got along well.

There were two barracks on each side of the campsite, which were permanent structures and held 4 kids in each one. The two barracks that housed the girls were situated just at the edge of the woods. Further in the woods were the two that the boys were staying in. There were 4 more barracks that were not needed this time. Since Jill had been there for a week already, she showed me around after lunch. The kids were all down by the lake with the two guys and the permanent camp counselor. When we went into the first barracks and looked around, I saw fairly large hole in the east wall of the barracks right over the headboard of the lower bunk. It had a red rag stuffed into it. As I pulled the rag out, Jill began to snicker, although I didn’t know why. As I looked out through the open hole, I could see only dense undergrowth and trees, since that wall was right up against the woods. The hole was definitely man made and cut in a perfect circle and even sanded smooth on the inside. The wall was very thin and I wondered why the hole had not been patched. Jill just shrugged and we moved on, after I stuck the rag back in the hole. It didn’t seem important since due to its location that wall of the structure seemed inaccessible from outside due to the dense woods.

That evening when all of the scheduled activities were over, Jill and I put on our robes and headed for the showers. The girls’ shower and locker room was outfitted with only one shower room with four showerheads. Jill was at the sinks brushing her teeth as I went into the shower. I thought she would stay out there out of modesty, but I no sooner was getting wet, when in stepped Jill. She was beautiful I must say, even though females have never turned me on, I looked with envy at her body. She had the tinniest waist, gorgeous breasts, and an all over sexy body. Not that I was considered a slouch, but the few years difference in age did show between us. Jill began talking as she was soaping herself. She brought up the subject of the hole that I had come across in the girls barracks, and asked me how open minded I was about sex.

I found the tone of the conversation very odd, but listened intently once I had assured her that I was open minded enough to listen to what she had to say. “Ever heard of a Glory Hole”. She asked. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had remembered reading a dirty story of a bar that catered to homosexuals that had a hole between the toilet stalls for one guy to stick his cock threw so the guy in the next stall could suck it. I was sure that was not what Jill was talking about here though, so I thought! Jill told me that was exactly what it was. As she went on to relate all the details to me, I observed her spending a lot more time on soaping her ample bush and her nipples became erect.

As I listened, I felt my nipples stiffen also. Jill went on to tell me that the boys would wait until dark, and then sneak through the woods to the hole, about two at a time. If the rag was in the hole, then they left. But if the rag had been removed, showing the light within then a completely different scenario would take place. As one boy acted as a look out, the other would slip his cock through the hole. The girls in the barracks would then take turns sucking them off! I was becoming a little warm between my legs as she told me of sneaking over to the small window on the North wall, which was also pretty secluded and watching the girls suck.

I was startled by a Moan from Jill. As I looked down, she had two fingers inside of her pussy and was rubbing her clit with her thumb as she related what she had witnessed. Just by coincidence, her own girl who was 15 was staying in the other barracks, which relieved her at the time.