Erica gives in and masturbates on the path.

The sun was still in the middle of its journey across the sky, beating down on top of me and leaving no shadows. I was completely exposed in front of our cabins, and I hoped nobody would come by and see what I was about to do.

I sat back on the dirt path, spread my legs and let my hand which was already situated over my bald, soaking wet mound do its work. I was already worked up from the events of the day and the slow build up to my eventual humiliation. It didn’t take long for me to lose myself in the pleasure. My fingers plunged into my sopping hole, and, unfettered by any modesty, I moaned sensually as my fingers worked themselves deep inside me.

My other hand pinched and twisted my rock hard nipples, as I thought over to my coming humiliation. I imagined myself forced to finger myself in front of the entire camp, watching me pleasure myself for them all as I was not allowed to do it anywhere else. That thought coursed through my head as I lay back and my hips bucked wildly as I came. I pulled my fingers out and squirted a powerful jet of juices onto the foot of the porch, probably not far from where I came last night. This was probably my strongest orgasm since coming over here.

After my heavy breathing slowed, I raised myself up on my elbows. The girls were doubling over from laughter.

“Now Erica, you have to answer honestly, were you imagining yourself masturbating for the entire camp?” Carrie asked, sharp as ever to my condition. I could not help but feel the pit in my stomach as I nodded, ashamed.

"Maybe we should find the counselor?" Tammy asked, clearly enjoying my humiliation.

"Or find her a bigger audience?" Sarah gave another suggestion, sharing Tammy's glee.

I simply sat there, getting more and more worried about what they would do to me.