Of course! Skinny dipping time.

You pad carefully, your bare feet finding cool mud as you navigate through the forest to the nearby stream. Your mind is on only one thing: getting clean. Your skin aches with the prospect of washing off the day's filth, and even though the aftertaste of Lawrence's ass is still on your tongue, your heart thumps with happy anticipation.

At last, you reach the pond. You can't believe that it was only yesterday you were admiring the naked bodies of these boys who would become your tormentors - and only yesterday when they first tossed you in the water, causing the trip's first round of mortification. So much has changed in such a short amount of time. You literally shake your head, trying to dislodge recent humiliations from your memory (even as your pussy tingles when you think about what you've experienced).

Casting your eyes all around to be sure you're alone, you strip off your thin white dress. You carefully fold it and place it on a rock, cherishing the garment like precious treasure. And finally, finally, you step into the cool, clear water.

At first, you remain close to the water's edge, ready to jump out of the pond at a moment's notice. You run your wet hands over your arms, chest, neck, and face. You relish getting clean, enjoying this natural bath more than the finest spa.

After a few minutes, you're satisfied that you've cleaned away the grossest grime. Unable to hold yourself back, you wade deeper into the water, eventually pushing yourself all the way in and enjoying a nice, long swim. The cold water now feels perfectly comfortable, and you glide through the water gracefully, reclaiming the sense of joy that your naked body usually brings you.

It seems like hours pass, though you're sure it's really only minutes. Your arms start to tire, and you pull yourself back to the shallow end of the pool. Finally, your body and mind clean, you allow yourself to consider the events of the past day. Masturbating in the tent next to Patrick, the beginnings of your punishments as you allow the boys to cum all over you, getting spanked, enduring Lawrence's and Thomas's sadistic abuses, begging like a dog, masturbating in public...

As the memories wash over you, your pussy tingles again. You remember the feeling of touching yourself in front of the boys and the ecstatic pleasure you nearly achieved even as their hands poked and prodded you all over. You also remember the feeling of total letdown as Patrick denied your orgasm.

But of course, Patrick isn't here now, is he?

You grin, as you lean back in the warm sunlight.

You gently run your fingers against your lips, pressing into your clit. You tingle and gasp with the excitement of touching yourself outdoors. Looking around again to be sure no one is watching, you slowly rub yourself, pinching your nipples and biting your lip. The sensation is slow, deep, and satisfying, and you play with yourself for a long time.

You won't be able to build to climax here in the water, so after a while you reluctantly climb out of the pond, water dripping off your shining skin. You return to where your dress is and sit nearby. You close your eyes, eager to continue where you left off.

You really go to town on yourself now, plunging your fingers deep into your wetness and pressing hard against your clit. You imagine Patrick's gorgeous cock in your ass and Arnold's black member in your pussy. You toss in an image of Lawrence licking Thomas's ass just for fun, but all these vivid dreams melt away into an explosion of color as you bring yourself to a hard and heavy orgasm. You yelp out loud, breathing deeply and rubbing yourself silly, as you cum once more in rapid succession.

Your eyes remain closed as you catch your breath, satisfaction coursing through you. Again, it seems like hours (though you know it's only a few minutes), and you finally push yourself up and put your dress back on. The lazy afternoon sunlight enchants you as you stare dreamily at the idyllic pond. Your eyes gently close, and the physical and mental exhaustion you've carried today start to catch up to you.

Before you know what you're doing, you've nestled yourself into a snug and safe position by the pond. You close your eyes and drift gently off to sleep.