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in every post punk bar
there's a dressing room wall
where the rock boy band
will make its mark
a hundred different pictures of private parts
and some girl going down
-Amy Ray, "Lucystoners"


Lucy Stone was a suffragette at the turn of the century. She refused to take on her husband's last name when she married and I guess, in that day, it caused quite a stir. Actually, now that I think about it, doing so today still causes a stir in some circles -- or at the very least, a raised eyebrow and inquisitive smirk.

In some schools of feminist thought, sex-positivity, pornography, sex work, etc., are all believed to be tools of the patriarchy. Well, I'm a card carrying feminist -- I have a degree in Women's Studies (with distinguished honors, nonetheless) from a reknowned research university and work for the most trusted reproductive rights organization in the nation -- and I say if liking to fuck or be fucked makes me a tool of the patriarchy, then color me Black & Decker and use me, motherfucker.

Sometimes different aspects of our identities join together to reveal the ultimate irony. For example, I am pro-sex, pro-gay, pro-choice activist and I was also an Assistant Den Leader for the Cub Scouts. And never was the irony of this equation so great than during the summer of 1996.

Each year, our local cub scout council ventures up in to the woods of upstate New York for a one-week retreat for a residential cub scout camping experience. I'm talking green army tents, latrines, mess hall ... the whole nine yards. I'm also talking about a camp that is staffed by scores of horny overgrown college-aged Eagle Scouts that haven't seen pre-menopausal women in 10 weeks. This gives entirely new meaning to on your honor. Yeah, you get my drift.

This was the same summer that marked my sexual reawakening -- i.e. I realized that just because I considered myself a lesbian, I didn't have to lick pussy all the time. And pussy is definitely in short supply at Boy Scout camp anyhow.

So, never being one to miss out on an opportunity, I set my sights on a cute, 20-something leader of a neighboring camp site. Granted, I knew him because he was from the same district our pack was from ... and to add points to the fucked up factor of this story, he had been in my aunt's scout troop since he was in the second grade.

So, besides the fact that my aunt referred to this guy as her "adopted son," he also had a girlfriend who was a leader for another unit -- MINE. We were actually even tent mates, but quite honestly, when I set my sights on something I want, I will stop at nothing to get it and loyalty meant nothing to my wanton cunt.

My ex-boyfriend once told me that any girl could get any guy she wanted, because no guy in their right mind will turn down sex. For the most part, I think that statement is true, even for me, and I'm certainly no hottie.

So, it was the second or so night of camp and a bunch of us counselors were just hanging out. I walk up to this guy J. and I stand close enough to him that my breasts were just barely brushing his chest and I whispered "I want you to fuck me." Then he did what seems to be universal male sign language for "I'm interested" and grabbed my crotch. We smiled at each other for a second and then I walked away.

Later that night, well after lights out and while everyone was sleeping soundly, I heard him come into our camp and whisper my name. My tentmate -- his girlfriend -- slept so soundly that one summer, we carried her on her cot into the middle of the parade field and she remained asleep, so I knew she wouldn't hear me leave the tent.

J. and I walked to a long deserted camp site that was in disrepair and hadn't been used for years. Each site was set up with a large wooden lean-to, and although decrepit, it would keep us off the ground. We stood in front of the lean-to for a minute or so, just looking at each other and J. moved closer and put his hands squarely on his hips. There was something about the matter-of-fact way he did that, that made me want to submit to him.

He began to kiss me, slowly and deeply, as he fumbled with the buttons on the front of my shirt. Buttons undone, I peeled the shirt away and he undid my bra and massaged my tits roughly -- squeezing them just hard enough to make me gasp. He pulled at my nipples and they responded by stiffening. He took each nipple in his mouth, one by one, and nibbled, alternating gentle bites with bites hard enough to turn my areola bright pink with pain. At this point, I completely submitted and all I could do was wrap my arms around his head and let him have his way.

(Remember, I was still fairly new to this heterosex thing -- my only other experience wait actual heterosexual intercourse was with the guy with the micro-penis I mentioned a couple of journal entries ago.)

He laid me down on the floor of the lean-to and undid my jeans. He yanked my panties and jeans off in one motion and straddled me, pinning my hands over my head. I could feel his hard-on bulging through his pants and pressing into my stomach. He stood up over me and took off his boots, then his pants, until he was naked from the waist down.

He had an average sized-cock, which sprung erect from a mass of bushy dark hair and it glistened with beads of pre-cum and I whimpered with desire. He pulled me up so I was sitting on the edge of the lean-to and he stood on the ground, his cock just inches from my face. "Suck it," he ordered, and I did as I was told.

I took his dick into my mouth and he used both hands on the back of my head to guide me. I grabbed his ass for leverage as he fucked my mouth. At a couple of points, he thrust into me so hard that I almost gagged, but I nevertheless didn't complain. He was grunting in pleasure with each thrust and I could his salty pre-cum filled my mouth. He stopped thrusting abruptly and told me to lay back. I obliged immediately.

He stuck two fingers in my mouth and pushed my legs back over my head. Without warning, he thrust the same two fingers into my exposed cunt. Holding my legs back, he finger-fucked me harder and harder until I could feel my pussy juices streaming down the back of my thighs into the crack of my ass. I moaned low with pleasure and begged him to fuck me. He stopped finger-fucking me long enough to stick them back in my mouth and said, "suck them clean." I did as I was told.

With my legs still back over my head, he thrust his cock inside my steaming cunt. My pussy felt like a big, gaping hole after his reckless finger-fuck, and I wanted his dick to fill every inch of that hole. I moaned loudly each time he thrust his cock into me and this concerned him. He covered my mouth with one hand to keep me quiet and continued to fuck me even harder. He alternated between short, quick strokes and long, slow thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping into my asshole and felt my pussy opening wider and wider to his every stroke.

When I had quieted my moans, he removed his hand from my mouth and slipped a finger into my asshole, which was slick from my pussy juices. He continued to thrust his cock into me and just held his finger still in my ass, which was enough to send me over the edge. My hips bucked as I began to climax, and he steadied himself and continued to fuck me through my orgasm.

I could tell he was getting close because his pace was quickening. Between thrusts he said -- half-asking, half-ordering -- could I swallow him. I nodded obediently. He pulled out and I sat up quickly. He thrust his dick, slick with my pussy juices, into my waiting mouth and no sooner had he done so, did he cum forcefully, coating the back of my throat with his hot, salty semen. I gulped his cum hungrily and lapped at his cock, making sure I hadn't missed a single drop.

When I was done, we dressed quickly and quietly and returned to our respective tents. We saw each other at flag-raising the next morning and went about our duties as if nothing had happened between us as at all, although we both silently acknowledged that there were another 5 nights of camp left to go.

I had just enough time left to complete my merit badge in sex ...