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i saw where someone cut and paste a part of this story and decided to post the full story on here. this is a story by nightshade
The Camp Nurse
by Nightshade (1997)

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A man take the job of nurse to an all girl's camp and
comes up with unique ways to keep the young campers
healthy and happy. (M/gggg, ped, 1st, oral, anal, orgy)

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Chapter 1. The First Day

BLAM! I heard the blast of the shotgun and my military
training took over. I dropped my bags and hit the dirt
and rolled to my right away from the sound, taking
inventory of my body for wounds as I scurried for cover
behind a slight rise in the terrain sloping up from the
lake. I had heard the 'click-click' of another round
being chambered and began to sweat.

Even worse, I could hear the wap-wap-wap of the
helicopter receding in the clear thin air. It was the
only way out of here. I instinctively tried to locate
the threat because whoever was shooting meant business.
Somewhere off to my left, I thought. I couldn't see
anyone or anything from where I was so I tried to crab
over a ways to get a better angle. BLAM! click-click
BLAM! click-click This time branches fell on my back
and I heard the bark of the trees behind me being
ripped away. I was dead meat.

I started to get up very slowly, keeping my hands in
clear view over my head. Might as well go out like a
man. "Hold it right there, you bastard! Where the hell
do you think you're goin'?"

It was a voice from your worst nightmare. Shrill and
angry. PMS on steroids. Pitched at just that tone that
made your bowels turn to water, kind of like
fingernails on a blackboard, only worse. And this one
had a shotgun, too. "Mernnfroong gdnr nddnf." It's
difficult to talk clearly when your mouth is full of
pine needles and moss.

"What did you say? Speak up before I blow your head
off!"

"I'm looking for the camp administrator, Janet
Crandell," I said after turning my head and spitting
out the debris.

"What for?" I don't know why, given my situation at the
time, but that question got my dander up. (For those of
you who don't know what 'dander' is, it is a lot more
comfortable to get up than something else that gets
'up' on occasion and gets cramped in your shorts, but
in certain circumstances, like the one I was currently
in, dander can be life threatening. Clear?) I
impulsively resisted her questioning.

"Are you Ms. Crandell?"

"No."

"Then it's really none of your business, is it?"

I started to get up. BLAM! click-click She apparently
didn't like my attitude. "Stay down, you bastard."

I realized that I had heard several high pitched sounds
after that last shot, like squeals or birds. I couldn't
place the sound, but it seemed to come from all around.
Slowly turning my head to both sides I spied several
Nikes, Reeboks and Adidas of all colors sprouting some
of the finest pairs of young tanned healthy legs I had
ever seen in my 23 years.

Then came 'The Voice' again: "Stay back, girls. It's a
MAN!" She said that last work like it was a dirty word.
One of the pairs of legs sassed back to her, "We
KNOOOW" in typical teenage sarcasm. I decided I liked
that kid, whoever she was. Several of the spectators
giggled, and one or two laughed outright. The sound of
running feet preceded the arrival of the 'authorities.'

"Gertie, what's all the shooting about? I warned you
about that."

"I got one, Miss Crandell! I got one of those slimy no-
good pre-vert bastards trying to sneak into the camp!"

"Where?"

"Over there."

I didn't see any of this as I was still face down in
the moss, taking no chances. I heard or sensed someone
come over to me. "My name is Janet Crandell. I am the
administrator of this camp. Who are you and what do you
want?" The questions were put forward in a very
business-like manner, but in a voice that would have
melted the heart of the toughest CEO. I also noticed
she did not ask me to get up.

"My name is Chris Mattson. I was hired to be your camp
nurse." I reached - very slowly - into my shirt pocket
and handed her my contract. There was dead silence for
several minutes. "May I get up, now?" I asked after
what seemed enough time for her to have re-written the
entire contract, much less read it.

Not receiving an answer, I slowly raised up. And looked
at a very tanned, very shapely set of legs. Not hearing
a gun shot was a good sign, and I continued to rise up
passed a slight swell of feminine hips fronting for a
smallish firm tight ass covered by a pair of clinging
nylon running shorts, then a trim bare waist
highlighted by one of the most perfect navels God ever
created, then onto a set of moderately small high
riding breasts encased in one of those sports-bra
things.

"This is too good to be true!" I thought as I was
standing up. "If she's blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous,
I'll know this is a wet-dream."

I looked at her face. She was. I pinched myself. It
wasn't. She stood all of 5'3'' at most and, with her
little girl figure, didn't look old enough to be the
administrator. "Hi." I stuck out my hand.

"Hello. Uh, sorry about the rude welcome, but there
seems to have been some sort of mistake. This is an all
girls camp...." She left my hand waving in the breeze
so I took it back. Not a good sign.

"And? What's the problem?"

"Uh, well, let's go to my office and discuss this, OK?"

We started up the path she indicated. We had to go
right past the teutonic mass of flesh holding a 12
gauge pump action shot gun who I had now identified as
'Gertie.'

As I walked by, I stayed in a meek, head bowed posture
until I was next to her. She felt invincible holding
the gun, and let me get too close. Pretending to
stumble, I reached out, grabbed the gun from her
oversized hands, and did a swift leg sweep to knock her
legs out from under her. I swear to God, the earth
shook when she landed. I stood over her, staring down
at her. I expected to see fear in her eyes, but Gertie
surprised me. All I saw was hate. Loathing. Disgust.
You get the picture. I was 'MAN', ergo I was "EVIL"

As we stared at each other, I slowly pumped the shotgun
and ejected the shells onto her body. There were five
shells in the gun and one in the chamber. Shit, she
must have reloaded the damn thing while Miss Crandell
was talking to me. I broke down the gun, and with a
final glare at her, continued up the path. I saw my
bags neatly stacked by the office door. Not a good
sign, again. However, several minutes later, after a
seriously heated discussion about sexual
discrimination, lawsuits for breach of contract, etc.,
Janet Crandell conceded defeat.

She needed a nurse for the insurance, I was a
registered nurse, I had a contract, thus, I was Camp
Rah-Rah-Rah's new nurse. I wouldn't have been such a
hard ass, but I needed this job. For all the wrong
reasons. To make a long story short, I had gone into
the Navy voluntarily because I wanted to be a SEAL. It
was what I wanted to be all my adolescent life. Once in
the Navy, I worked so hard I actually got into the
program and was almost finished with the training when
I ran into what in military terms is called a SNAFU.
You know, Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.

The Pentagon computer somehow decided that I should be
trained as a nurse, not a SEAL. Nothing could change
the decision. I appealed all the way up. My commander
appealed all the way up. Senators and Representatives
appealed all the way up. Nothing. They wouldn't even
let me graduate from the SEAL program. So I became Lt.
Chris Mattson, RN, USN.

I didn't last long at the base hospital. It had
something to do with my looks, I guess. The doctors
didn't like the way I looked, except one or two of
them, but all the women nurses liked the way I looked,
except the commander, she was just too old to care.

I suppose I should describe myself. I'm just over six
feet tall, 180 lbs. If I grew a mustache, I would look
like Tom Selleck, only better. I never considered
myself handsome, but I never had trouble getting dates,
either. No tattoos, no scars. Just your average guy.
Anyway, why I needed this job.... It seems my presence
at the base hospital was causing quite a problem.

On the one hand, the doctors weren't getting anymore of
the nurse nookie they had been accustomed to. Neither
was I, but that fact didn't seem to be relevant to the
horny bastards. And on the other hand, there were four
or five cat fights in the nurse's locker room, the last
one requiring major reconstruction surgery, as the
other nurses were apparently fighting over me. God
knows, I did nothing to encourage them. Well, almost
nothing.

They had insisted on the basis of equality that I use
their locker room to change and some of them might have
seem me naked six or seven times in the shower. Hey,
what's a guy to do? So I got excited and got a hard on.
You'd have thought they had never seen a 10" prick
before.

I mean, don't all men have one? Anyway, after the last
fight, the commander called me into her office, gave me
my decommissioning papers, and advised me that both of
the nurses involved in the fight were married and that
I may want to make myself scarce for a long - she
emphasized that word 'long' - time.

It seems that none of the nurses husbands had been
getting any nurse nookie for a long time either and
were really pissed at me. The commander suggested I
contact a placement agency she knew of that handled
RNs. I called. The agency had an immediate opening at
an isolated kids summer camp with no access, only
helicopter, and so here I was.

The staff at the agency either didn't know or didn't
care that this was an all girls cheerleading camp. Or
perhaps they just assumed that a nurse would be a
female. Or perhaps because my name is Chris and not
Christopher. Who knows. Who cares. I was here. Camp
Rah-Rah-Rah was an abandoned government facility in a
hidden valley about 5000' up in one of the endless
mountain ranges of the West.

It sat on a glacier-fed lake and was protected from the
weather by high peaks on all sides. The outlet stream
from the lake plunged over a 100' water fall about a
mile down stream, effectively sealing off the valley.
It was beautiful. The camp was originally intended to
be a training facility of some kind. Maybe the Forest
Service wanted to train the rangers how to fly fish or
something. But that's beside the point.

There were several million tax dollars at work here,
all of which the beautiful Janet Crandell had acquired
for a mere pittance at auction. The camp was entirely
self-contained with running water, huge underground
warehouses that were turned into training areas, luxury
hotel/dormitory accommodations for up to 200 people,
kitchens, satellite communications, even generating
electricity from the water fall. Typical government
overkill.

The dispensary was typical of this lavish style. There
was actually an OR with an emergency generator. The
clinic had not been used for a while, so I spent the
rest of the day getting it in shape. Mostly dusting and
organizing, familiarizing myself with the stocks. I had
intended to make a list of things to order, but after
two hours I hadn't been able to find anything to write
down. The place was very well equipped.

About 3:00 I heard the helicopter coming up the valley.
I could see the landing pad from the dispensary window
and I watched in wry amusement as Janet Crandell and
Gertie pantomimed out a scene. Janet would point at the
chopper and Gertie would shake her head 'No'. Another
firm gesture towards the chopper, and Gertie would hang
her head and shuffle a couple of steps towards the
machine. She would then turn and say something.

The whole process would begin again. Janet would point,
Gertie would plead. Shuffle, beg, point, plead. Gertie
obviously did not want to leave. But she did and the
chopper faded away for the second time that day. I felt
better about this one. The phone rang - did I mention
they had an internal phone system? - and Janet's
assistant informed me that a Staff meeting was to be
held at 4:00 before dinner.

I showered, shaved and dressed in my best nurse whites
to meet the staff and followed her directions to the
boardroom. I was early and was able to greet each
arriving staff member. Being a gentleman, I stood up as
each one came in the door. All of them had heard the
news by now, so they were all looking forward to
meeting me.

Apparently, all of them had also showered and shaved (I
guess) and were wearing the most attractive or
flattering clothing they had with them. And no wedding
rings. I could describe each of them individually, but
this is a short story. Suffice it to say that each one
of them was an ex-Cheerleader at either a major
University or pro sport team, and that there wasn't a
ounce of excess weight on any of them. And with what
they were - or weren't - wearing, I could tell. You get
the picture. They were all outgoing, smart, friendly,
confident of their womanhood, and beautiful. Excellent
role models for the young girls at the camp.

The room quieted down when Janet walked in. Or should I
say floated in. I never noticed her move, but she was
suddenly at the head of the table, calling the meeting
to order. Before she spoke, she surveyed the female
staff, and grinned a wry smile. "All right, people, a
few things on the agenda. One, you have probably heard
the news, but I would like to formally present our camp
nurse, Mr. Chris Mattson. Please introduce yourselves
and make him feel welcome." A titter of giggles swept
the room. I blushed. So did Janet. "Not THAT welcome,
ladies!"

That broke up the room, and the ice. The tension that
had been building unnoticed disappeared. When the
laughter died down, she continued. "Second, you are
probably also aware that Gertie is no longer with us.
I'm sure we will all miss her, but it does leave a
couple of holes in the roster. So we need to spread out
her responsibilities. First, I need a volunteer to take
over her campers."

A tall red-head raised her hand. "I could take some of
them. They're all the same age as my girls, so it
should fit OK."

She flashed me a shy smile as she finished speaking. A
tauny gorgeous black woman quickly spoke up, "Me, too."
Another shy smile in my direction.

"Thank you, ladies. Work it out between you. Next, is
there anyone who quilts?"

A long silence.

"Anyone? Please?"

Finally, a quiet voice spoke up behind Janet. "None of
the campers had signed up for that class, Miss
Crandell."

Several of the staff tried to cover up their smiles. It
wasn't nice, but it was funny. Janet shot her assistant
a pained smile. "OK, that takes care of that. How about
self-defense training? I know that all the girls have
to take that course." Another long silence.

Finally I spoke up. "What type of training are you
looking for? Hand to hand or shotguns?" The room broke
up. I probably shouldn't have said anything, but the
bitch had shot at me. The look on Janet's face wasn't
pretty, but I had another card up my sleeve.

"Mr. Mattson, this is a serious meeting. Please keep
your comments appropriate." All right, I deserved that.

"I apologize, Ma'am. But I have extensive training in
hand to hand fighting and weapons. Navy SEAL training,
to be exact. I could put together a program for you.
From the response of your staff for a request for
volunteers, I could include training for them as well,
if you want."

Janet's face went from surprised to relieved. When I
made the offer to train the staff as well, you would
have thought the home team had just scored the winning
touchdown. The cheers, whistles, and applauding went on
for several minutes. When it finally quieted down,
Janet said, "Well, it seems as if we have a new
instructor. And a new staff course, as well."

She looked around at all the female staff. "All staff
personnel will participate in that course," she
continued. An emphatic, over-loud whispered "YES!!!"
from her mousey assistant broke up the room again and
the meeting as well. Janet resignedly waved them away
out of the room and sat at the head of the table
shaking her head. She was smiling, however. She
motioned for me to stay as the room cleared.

"You seem to have caused quite a stir, Mr. Mattson. I
haven't seen that much makeup on my staff in the four
weeks we've been here."

"Please, call me Chris, Miss Crandell..."

"Janet."

"OK, Janet. Look, I apologize for the remark about
Gertie, but she did kind of start things."

"Don't think anything of it. She was out of place here,
but I couldn't get rid of her without a reason. You
provided that reason, so in a way, I should be grateful
to you. However, I won't have you making negative
comments about anyone in a staff meeting. I don't work
that way. Is that understood, Chris?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"That sounded like there should be a salute with that,"
she chuckled.

"Sorry. Just habit, I guess."

"Let's go to dinner. I'll show you to your table."

"My table?"

"Yes. All the staff spread out around the room and sit
in different areas. This encourages interaction between
the staff and campers. You have an assigned table in
your own area. The campers do not. They may sit where
they like."

By that time we were at the door to the dining area.
The hubbub of noise from room came through the double
swinging doors and filled the hall where we were
standing. Janet looked at me with a raised eyebrow and
a crooked smile. "Ready to face the enemy, sailor?"

"Aye-Aye, Skipper," I grinned back at her as I held the
door open for her. Apparently she wasn't expecting that
because she gave me a very pleasant and appreciative
smile as she ducked under my arm and into the room. It
was like a switch had been switched off. There was dead
silence in the room. Even the kitchen cooks stopped
banging the pots and pans. All eyes were on me and
Janet as we made our way over to what was to become
'my' table. The eyes follow us every step of the way
around to the back corner, as yet unpopulated by
diners.

"This was Gertie's area. You just inherited it. Looks
like tonight you'll get to eat in peace. Or you can
join me if you like." "No thanks, Janet, I'd better
not. I wouldn't want them to think I couldn't handle
dinner alone." "Suit yourself, sailor," she flipped
over her shoulder. I could have almost sworn she was
flirting with me.

Regardless, I was getting stiff watching her walk away
towards the food line. Or maybe it was being in the
middle of all that young stuff. You see, there was a
reason I had never had any of the nurse nookie at the
base hospital. It was all too old. I liked mine young.
18 at the oldest. There was something about a girl
turning into a woman that turned me off. Which was why
Janet interested me. She looked young. And she would
continue to look young for a long, long time. She
looked more fuckable the longer I looked at her. I
broke my stare when I felt a tugging on my pants leg.

"Hey, Mister. Can I sit with you?"

I looked down to see an absolutely doll faced innocent
young girl standing next to me. Her big brown eyes
looked up at mine and she batted her eyelids in a most
seductive manner. I just about came then and there.
This was going to be harder than I thought. "Sure. Just
let me go get my tray."

"OK. I'll wait here." I went off in the direction Janet
had headed to get my dinner. Nothing special about the
menu, mostly healthy food, as would be expected. By the
time I returned from the food line and got back to by
table, my section was full. The only empty chair was
mine. I looked around and caught one of the other
staffer's eye. I motioned to her now nearly empty
section and I made a questioning gesture of 'what's
going on?' She just laughed.

I sat down to 11 pairs of eyes. But I couldn't tell you
what they look like right then because all I noticed,
on the QT, of course, was 11 pairs of young tits. Firm,
gorgeous, unfettered youthful tit-flesh. A veritable
feast of flesh. In all my favorite sizes from grapes to
walnuts to oranges. The eyes around the table finally
caught my attention and I smiled. I swear one of them
swooned - or at least sighed heavily. I began small
talk with the whole table, letting them fill me in on
the rules, the schedules, what they liked, etc. Stuff
they knew about, non-threatening.

They didn't have name tags, but I remembered most of
their names by the end of dinner. The conversation
lagged a couple of times but picked up again. Once it
was stopped abruptly by a water glass being spilled.
The girl who spilled it had been quiet throughout the
dinner, and now sat there jerking and shaking in her
chair. A flush rose up her neck and spread over her
cheeks. She gasped audibly in an OH-OH-OH manner, and
then slumped down in her chair with a queer smile on
her face.

Being the nurse, I immediately jumped up and rushed to
her side. I picked her up in my arms and ran to the
dispensary with her. Surprisingly, only Janet followed.
Sarah, the girl, closed her eyes, rested her head on my
chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and held on
tightly. At first I thought she was scared. I didn't
know what to think, but I noticed that my shirt sleeve
was moist where it pressed into her under her legs.

She still shuddered every once in a while and clung
tightly to me. I got to the dispensary and laid her
gently on one of the beds. She didn't want to let go of
my neck. Gently prying her hands apart, I began my
examination. I called up her records on the computer to
check for epilepsy. Nothing. I check for allergies.
Nothing. I checked for anything. Nothing.

Janet had entered the room while I checked the
computer. She had this kind of amused look on her face
as she watched me work. I began to get panicked. My
first case, and I was a flop! I checked reflexes,
muscle tone, everything. I could find nothing but a
state of extreme relaxation and wet spot between her
legs that I blamed on the spilled water. The panic must
have been apparent because Janet called me over to her.
"You going to carry every girl down here after she
orgasms?" she whispered.

"WHAT?" I looked at her with disbelief. She pointed to
the wet spot on my shirt sleeve. "Smell." The tangy
aroma was unmistakable.

"You didn't see her?"

I shook my head.

"God, the whole room knew what was going on. These
girls have been up here two weeks without their
boyfriends. They get kind of horny from this point on
and for the next two weeks of their time here it will
only get worse. I kind of expected something like this
to happen, just not this soon."

"Gee, thanks for warning me!"

Janet grinned up at me. "Hey, it's been 4 weeks for me
and the staff! Why should I give you a break?"

I almost grabbed her then and there and tossed her on
the bed. Unfortunately, the bed still had Sarah on it
and she was watching us intently. I went over to her.

"Feeling better?" I asked her quietly She nodded her
head 'Yes.' "Do you need to get some rest or will it be
OK to release you?"

"Can't I stay here tonight?"

I slept in the next room and I think she knew it. "No,
I don't think that will be necessary."

"But what if it happens again?"

"Do you think it might?" Again she nodded, shyly this
time, like a scared little girl. I leaned over and
whispered in her ear so Janet couldn't hear.

"Then grab your pillow and hug it tight to you. You can
think of me if you want, or your boyfriend. OK?" I
grabbed one of her hands in one of mine, knelt on one
knee, brought her hand up to my lips and kissed her on
the palm of her hand. Sarah flushed, squealed, grinned
and jumped up, all at the same time. She winked at Miss
Crandell and ran back to the dining hall. She came back
and yelled "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" to me, then left
again.

"WHAT did you tell her?"

"Trade secret! You'll just have to do the same thing
she did if you want to find out, won't you?" With that,
she blushed deep red, turned and walked back towards
the dining room. About half way down the hall, she
turned back. "By the way, that was a good job in there.
You did everything right. If it had been serious, you
would have found it. Glad to have you aboard." With
that she went back and finished her dinner.

I smiled to myself as I watched her walk away. There
was a bit more wiggle in her walk this time, I noticed.
I wonder if she had noticed my erection. It would have
taken a blind woman not to. The rest of dinner passed
with no further orgasms or fainting spells. The girls
in the rest of the hall had filed out long ago, but my
area was still all there. Janet finally came over to
rescue me, claiming a 'meeting' I had to get to.

The girls actually groaned, and I realized then how
erotic that sounded. It was so close to the moan that
escapes those parted lips when you're teasing a fresh
one into her first fuck. You get them to the edge, then
pull back. Do it again, and again and again. When
they're delirious, they are yours for the picking.
Cherry picking. So it was with difficulty that I stood
up. My prick was stiff and cramped in my shorts.

I have always had to keep it aimed down, just in case
something like this happened, because if it was pointed
up, it would pop up out over my belt. That happened to
me one time in Jr. High School, but I learned quick. So
my meat was sticking down my pant leg and was kind of
swollen. I guess I underestimated the length a little
because there were several gasps when I stood. Until I
adjusted my pants leg, my Ol' John Henry was a good two
inches out in the open. I kept going as if nothing was
the matter, but even Janet's eyes were wider than
normal.

"Shall we go, Miss Crandell?" I asked, holding out my
arm to her.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Mattson. Yes." She was still shaken by what
she had glimpsed, or thought she had, or was it that
she hoped she had. Her grip on my arm was possessively
tight.

I dropped her off at her office and thanked her for
rescuing me. I almost got her in a clinch right then,
but her assistant happened by, so I said good night to
them both. The remainder of the evening I spent
unpacking my kit and finishing straightening up in the
clinic. I listened to the bells as they rang,
remembering the schedule the girls at dinner had told
me. 9:00 In Rooms. 9:30 In Beds 10:00 Lights Out. Like
clockwork I could see the lights across the way blink
out. They were all out on this side of the dormitory.

Mine soon followed and I crawled in bed for what I
hoped would be a long peaceful sleep. I couldn't have
been more misguided. Within 30 minutes I heard the door
to my room being quietly pushed open. I pretended to be
asleep, which wasn't hard, given how tired I was. For a
while I couldn't hear anything, and I was just
beginning to think it was my imagination when a tiny
hand was laid gently across my lips. "SSSShhhhhh. Don't
say a word," came an unfamiliar whisper.

A second small hand soon grasped my now throbbing cock
and began to rub it up and down. "OOOOhhhhhhh, Daddy,
that feels good. Let me kiss it for you." That whisper
was followed by a hot sucking sensation that nearly
pulled my balls back up into my groin. This kid could
give head! Or was it Janet? The size was about right.

The mysterious little nymph suddenly quit blowing me
and straddled my cock. "OOOOH Daddy, you make me so
hot. I've got to have you inside me." A small squeal
escaped as my cock was enveloped in one of the tightest
pussies it had had the pleasure to penetrate. I was
surprised when the kid took it all. Most have to work
up to it in four or five fuckings.

"OOOH Daddy! You're so BIG. You filled me all the way
u-u-u-uu-u-u," Little miss nasty collapsed on my chest.

I held her gently, tweaking her little tits and erect
nipples as she lay there until she gathered her wits
together. Then with a quick kiss and a whispered 'Thank
You, Mr. Mattson!' she was gone.

I had just begun to drift off again when the door
opened again. This time I was a substitute for "Billy".
Then "Tommy". Then "Daddy" again, twice more. Then
"Billy" was back. I asked this one if this was seconds,
and she said 'No'. I told her she may want to check up
on her two-timing boyfriend, Billy, when she got home.

For over two hours the parade kept up. For a while I
wondered if there was a schedule or something. I
thought about how ridiculous it would look if there
were a line outside my door. The only differences I
could tell in all the visitors that night were height,
weight, tits and twats. The tits I felt ranged in size
from just bare nipples only to those that were more
than a mouthful. The twats were all tight, some more
than others and all wet.

But even after what must have been twenty orgasms on my
cock, I had yet to spill my seed. These cunts were so
primed that they only took 5 or so minutes to get off,
the 3 to cool down and then gone. Slam, bam, thank you
sailor. That was a twist! And each one ended with a
kiss and a whispered "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."

I began to suspect a plot. But the last visitor was the
most memorable of them all. It was a bit longer between
visits and I was actually asleep when I awoke to a hot
mouth on my cum-coated cock. What a way to wake up! But
something about this one was different. More
experienced, maybe. Softer, fuller lips, perhaps.

When she got on board, she was quiet. I wasn't a
substitute for anyone for this one. She came almost as
fast as the others, and as she was resting on my chest,
I breathed in deep, smelling the wonderful fragrance of
her hair. I played with her small breasts, tweaking her
stiff nipples. She groaned deep in her throat and began
to rotate her hips again. Then she raised herself up
and leaned over me, propping herself up on my chest
with her hands, letting her boobs sway as she rode my
prick like a pro.

I really worked on her tits, massaging and squeezing.
My ministrations affected her and she worked harder and
harder on my cock, trying to get me off. She must have
gone through six or seven of her own shuddering
orgasms, fighting her way through them to keep humping
my log until I felt myself swelling in her. As I spurt
my cum into her belly, she pressed her lips to mine to
gag us both.

We both yelled into each others oral cavity as the
moment seized us. She lay there a long while this time,
quietly twirling the hair on my chest. Then finally,
with a sigh, she gave me a light kiss and a whispered,
"Thank you, sailor", she was gone. I was still laughing
as I finally got to sleep.


Chapter 2: The Hike

As was my practice, I got up at first light. That's
just the way my body clock works. I don't care if I've
only had 15 minutes sleep, I'm up at first light.
Normally I do my exercises nude in my room. But with
all the fresh mountain air up here, I decided to go
outside this morning. I slipped on a pair shorts and
sandals and wandered around the compound until I found
a peaceful clearing overlooking the lake.

My exercises consist of my own style of the Chinese Tai
Chi movements. I had adapted them from movements I had
picked up in the SEAL martial-arts training. I also
used the exercises as a focusing aid to meditation.
After the movements become so natural and fluid that I
don't have to think about them anymore, I can slip into
a really relaxing state of meditation. With all the
beautiful scenery around, I really got into the
meditation that morning.

So when I tell you this next part, you'll have to
understand that I really wasn't aware of this going on
all around me. Janet, the camp administrator, filled me
in later that morning. Anyway, there I was, doing my
routine in my shorts and bare feet, body glistening
with sweat in the first strong rays of the sun, the
light playing off my rippling muscles as I moved cat-
like through the slow graceful step of my routine. And,
as would be expected in a group of 100 or more people,
some of the others were early risers as well.
Apparently, one of the early risers spied me from her
window and quickly woke the others in her room and on
her floor.

The girls, ranging from 14-18, as well as the slightly
older staffers, slowly trickled out into the woods
surrounding the clearing I was in wearing whatever they
had on, which in some cases, was nothing. Believe me,
I'm really sorry I missed that, but I was totally
focused inward, meditating. Soft, lithe fingers began
rubbing and fondling moist cracks and perky nipples and
sensitive clits.

Sometimes the fingers belonged to the body being
fondled, sometimes they belonged to the person next to
them. But there was no pussy left un-petted, no clit
left un-rubbed, no nipples left un-squeezed. According
to reports, there were as many as 20-50 girls and
staffers gathered around my clearing. A good sized
orgy, if that's what you call 50 cunts and only one
cock to go around. One girl actually humped a tree,
letting a low-level branch slip between her cunt lips
and rub along her sensitive swollen inner labia. She
gave a new definition to the term 'tree-hugger.'

The moaning and groaning of all those wanton teenagers
did not affect me consciously, but subconsciously my
ears and brain picked up on those erotic sounds and
directed them to the organ most usually affected by
them. You guessed it. My cock-a-doodle-do did. Being in
its usual head down position and unencumbered by jockey
shorts or jock strap - which I never wear - my prick
began to lengthen and swell. Understand, this is not an
unusual occurrence when I do my exercises. The feelings
I get from a good work out are almost the same as I get
from great sex. (I said 'almost', OK?)

So a stiff prick didn't register to my meditating
brain. However, my stiffening wang did register in the
brains of the watching girls. While several of them had
sampled it the night before, it had been dark in my
room and, fortunately or unfortunately - you pick -
things can seem smaller in the dark. Those who had
swallowed my prick and then impaled themselves on it
were amazed at it's size. Those who had heard about the
visits to my room stared in disbelief, envy and lust.

The staffers, who I assumed knew more about pricks than
the young campers, just got plain horny and vowed to
get my sausage between their buns if it was the last
thing they did. It didn't help matters any when I
started stroking my meat, slowing bringing it to its
full potential and right out in the open. Hey, it feels
good! And I really wasn't aware of the audience. I'm
just kind of a shy guy. Honest! I don't like to get it
on in public. But during part of my routine I focus on
just my stomach and back so my hands don't have
anything to do. They just kind of did what came
naturally, and began working on my cock.

Now this is something that seemed odd to me when Janet
told me all of this. (By the way, she was getting
hotter and hotter during our meeting. I noticed she
wasn't wearing that bra-thingy she had on the day
before and that her large engorged hard pink nipples
were clearly poking through the tight thin cotton T-
shirt she had on this morning. I wondered if her tits
were sore from last night....)

Janet seemed amazed that I could keep stroking as long
as I did and not blast off. I told her I have always
been what you would call a 'late bloomer' or something.
I can get hard and stay hard for almost two hours
before cumming. For a long time I thought all guys were
like that. But I had always asked myself two questions.
The more you stroke it, the better it feels, right? If
so, then why blow it so soon if it feels so good? Janet
got outright agitated when I told her how long it takes
me to cum, and I almost thought she was going to ask me
to prove it.

Right there on her desk. With her. But she didn't. Her
assistant, who I was beginning to really dislike by
now, came in and interrupted the meeting at that point.
The first wake up bell at 5:30 had roused most of the
campers and staff from their erotic pastimes, and so,
by the time I had finished at 5:45, most of them had
left.

I smiled shyly at the couple of campers still
remaining, slipped on my sandals and went back to take
a shower in my room. I had no idea the spectacle I had
put on until I got hauled into Janet's office right
after breakfast. Which is where I learned what I just
told you. The bottom line she tried to force on me was
that I was to be confined to the dispensary or the
dining hall or the training room for the self defense
classes. Period. Sounded like prison to me, and I told
her so.

She started raving about me corrupting all the young
girls. Normally, a gentleman doesn't fuck and tell, but
since I technically only fucked the last visitor last
night - all the others fucked me - I felt I could tell
her that these young girls had already been corrupted
before I got there. By Billy twice, Tommy, Jerry, Sam,
Bob, and particularly, Daddy. That shut her up. She
then asked me to be careful of exposure, as some of the
girls were not yet corrupted, and I did agree to be
more careful.

But there was something in her eyes when she saw my
prick leap up when she mentioned the uncorrupted girls
that made a lie of her sincerity. Thinking about that
gleam in her eye kept me hard for the rest of the day.
Honest! The next few days passed in a blur. I set up my
self defense course for the campers and staff. The
nightly visits by the campers, and I suspected some of
the staff continued like clock work, including the
final unknown visitor.

I was hoping beyond hope that I knew who the last
visitor was. I was really hoping it was Janet. But she
never gave herself away other than to call me 'sailor',
which none of the other campers or staffers did. So I
was never really sure. And I had tried everything I
could think of to find out who it was. The only thing
that was unusual during that time that was reported in
the daily staff meetings was the high rate of visits to
the nurse. By the staffers!

I had 'had' to examine each one of them at least once,
some twice, and a couple had almost moved into the
clinic. I made meticulous notes of the visits, leaving
out of the reports that none of them had escaped the
exam without showing me everything, including having to
bend over and spreading their cheeks to expose their
rosebuds.

God, aren't hormones great? Horny chics will do
literally anything! I finger fucked all of them on the
pretext of doing the exam and all of them had at least
one orgasm from my fingers. Two of the horniest ones
got two fingers up the ass, but none got my cock
between their legs. I would have liked to say that none
got my cock at all, but one particularly fine looking
tiny brunette, Julie, skinned my shorts off and sucked
my cock down her throat before she even said 'Hello.'
And I was wearing a belt and jockeys, just like I'd
agreed! What's a guy to do?

I let her suck for a while until she got tired, then
gave her a very thorough exam. She was one of the ones
that got two fingers in the ass. It was obvious it was
her first time that way, and she was squealing and
moaning the whole time I pumped my fingers in and out
of her back door. And fucking back on my fingers as if
her life depended on it. She had one of the smallest
asses of the group of staffers, and all that exercise
she did kept it as tight and firm as when she was 14
years old.

I complimented her on her muscle tone and firmness and
she actually blushed. She was a little embarrassed that
she had had an orgasm from having fingers up her ass,
but I told her some women were built that way and it
was normal for her. She actually believed that shit!
And she came back for more later that day. Later that
week, Janet, unfortunately, requested that all
illnesses and visits to the nurse by the staff be
routed through her office, and I could literally hear
the groans of dismay.

They were going to have to be more inventive if they
were going to get some of my cock, but then, they were
all intelligent women, as I mentioned before. I suppose
I should mention the fact that, while I really like,
and prefer, young, or young-looking girls, I have never
had a problem getting it up for any good looking woman.
Especially the ones that really want you bad. And I
intended to be really bad with each one of them. But
they were going to have to work for it.

Which brings me to the first successful staffer to get
my cock. I finally had a free day. I had been there a
week and the staff was rotated, 4 days on, 1 day off.
Except the nurse, who had 24 hour duty. But one day a
week, when the other activities were light, I was
allowed to get out of camp, sleep late, or whatever, as
long as I had my pager. (Another tax-payer paid
luxury.) That day I decided to go for a hike.

I had seen a cabin or some kind of structure higher up
on one of the neighboring peaks and I decided to
investigate. I notified the office, packed a backpack
full of safety stuff and food and set off. It wasn't
fifteen minutes into the hike when I sensed I was being
followed. Call it intuition, call it luck, but it was
one of the things that had helped me pass the SEAL
training. I could always tell when someone was on my
tail. I stopped for a while to let whoever it was get
close enough so I could tell who it was.

I smiled when I saw the energetic bounce of brunette
hair heading my way. Julie. Good. I'll give her a run
for her money. I'll give the lady credit. She kept up
with me over some pretty rough terrain. It was kind of
a game. I would pick what I thought would be the route
that would push her to her max or a little beyond even
and she always came through. I was getting more and
more impressed with her. And a little turned on, too.
Which made it a bit more difficult to walk around, but
then, we all have to suffer a little.

Finally I angled my course at the unknown structure and
came at it from around the back and above. It turned
out to be an abandon mine shaft that had collapse years
before. The building was just a huge pile of rubble
that had survived all those years. I sat down on a rock
facing away from the direction she would come and
waited for her. I didn't hear anything for a long time,
and then I sensed her behind me.

"Hello, Julie," I said, without turning. Silence. "How
long have you known?"

"Since we left camp. You should have let me know you
wanted to come up here."

I turned and looked at her. She was a mess. Her hair
was askew, makeup (for hiking?) was smeared from the
sweat, and her thin shirt was clinging to her
unsupported tits like saran wrap to cantaloupes. I
thought she had never looked more beautiful and I told
her so. She beamed up at me, all her anger forgotten.
"So now what?" I asked her.

"Uh, well, uh, I was wondering if, ummm, you know,.."

"Julie, just say it."

She looked down at her feet. Kind of shuffled them.
Then she took a deep breath, which did wonders for
pushing her nipples even tighter against her shirt.
"Will you please fuck me, Chris? Please? God, I'm so
embarrassed, I've never had to ask before. Will you do
me?"

When she had finished I let her stand there a minute.
Her hopeful gaze faltered, then shattered, and she
turned to go. "If you really want me to, I will." I
swear, we were both naked in 3 seconds and I still had
on my backpack. I have never seen a woman move so
quick. How she got my shirt off with my backpack on
still bothers me, because it's a great trick.

She had - thoughtfully - brought along a blanket which
we spread to prevent grass stains and settled on it.
She attacked me before I was completely down. I had had
a number of women suck my cock. But Julie could do
things with her throat and mouth that made each time
seem like the best time. She couldn't get it all in,
not many ladies can, especially ones as tiny as her.
But there was only a little bit of Mr. Roger not
showing, and she was really trying to get it all down.
After several minutes with no air, she finally pulled
off and gulped a huge lungful of air. I appreciated the
motion of those lungs all over again.

"I'm sorry I'm such a poor cock-sucker. I can't seem to
get you all in. Can I try again?"

"Julie. You're doing fine. It's not you, it's me. I'm
probably just too big around and long for you to get
all the way down. But if you want to try again, please
do. I really enjoy it."

She giggled at the compliment and dutifully went back
to work. This time, however, she attacked from the top,
kneeling over my body with her legs straddling my
chest. The view was too much to resist, and I lifted my
head and gently probed her dripping pussy with my
tongue. I heard a muffled squeal from her and then I
noticed she slid her body back towards my head a little
to get closer to my mouth.

I guess she gave up on swallowing my whole prick
because now she couldn't reach. But I really don't
think she cared. I know I didn't. We stayed like that
for almost an hour. She would suck on my cock like it
was a straw in a thick milkshake, really trying to get
me to cum.

I was just enjoying the feelings she was giving me. She
liked what I was doing to her, too, because every now
and then she would let loose of my prick, lift up her
head and scream in ecstasy. It was really neat, too,
because those screams would echo back and forth between
the mountain peaks for several minutes after each
climax. We would sit there and listen to them rolling
back and forth until they would finally fade away. Then
I would get back to work and so would she. Finally, I
started focusing on her ass hole.

First I swiped my tongue over it a couple of times and
felt her shudder. But she didn't pull away. If
anything, she pushed back farther and lowered her ass
closer to my tongue. So I stuck it in. Like a little
penis. In and out. In and out. In and out. Harder.
Farther.

Finally I pulled her upright so she was sitting square
on my face. That way I could stick my tongue in as far
as it could go. I kept up the in and out rhythm of my
tongue in her ass until I heard her screams. These were
higher pitched that the others and even more intense.
She farted around my tongue when she came, but even
that smelled sweet.

She started giggling in the middle of her orgasm, not
an easy thing to do. Apparently, she thought farting in
my face was funny. I thought the sight of her giggling
and cumming at the same time was funny. So we both
laughed. She stopped laughing when I lifted her up by
her hips off my face and turned her around to face me.
I moved her body down so that she was poised above my
cock. Her eyes got big and there was a little bit of
fear in them, but she reached under her and aimed the
head of my cock into the opening of her cunt, now
dripping with the juice of her latest cum. "Ready?"

She nodded. I gently lowered her down so that my prick
was into her about two inches. Then I let her take
over. I took my hands from her hips and moved them to
her tits. We both liked that. Her little nipples were
hard as rocks, but they were as sensitive as big puffy
ones. I could press them to her chest with the pads of
my fingers and roll them around. Julie reacted as if an
electric current was being passed through her body.

She shuddered and bucked. He eyes rolled up in her head
and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She took in
huge gulps of air, trying to get oxygen into her
system. Finally she came back to her senses. She looked
down at me. "Never. Never before. God, what are you
doing to me?"

"You want me to stop?" I asked teasingly.

"If you do, I'll kill you!" she said with a grin.

I looked down between our bodies. "So, are you just
going to sit up there, or are you going to ride the
pony, little girl?"

She looked down between her legs and saw most of my
prick still outside of her. She looked back up at me
with an almost pleading look and then let herself slide
the rest the of the way down until our pubic hairs
meshed. "OH! OH! Oh Ohhhhhh God!" She was still for a
minute. Then she shook her head as if to clear the
cobwebs.

"Satisfied?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm happy if you're happy!" I quipped back.

She rolled her eyes in response. Then she started the
rocking motion which would make my stiff rod stir
around in her honey pot. She started slow until she got
used to the feel, and then she took off. She rode the
rail for several minutes. When I thought she was close
to the next peak, I touched my finger tips to her hard
nipples and gently rubbed them around her chest.

This time she didn't scream. But every muscle in her
body contracted at the same instant, including her cunt
muscles. It was great! She wasn't moving except to
quiver and shake, and yet her cunt muscles were milking
my cock like she was kneading bread. I was beginning to
get worried until she suddenly gasped in a tremendous
breath. And collapsed on my chest. After a while I felt
tears wetting my chest and I turned her face to mine.

"What's the problem, Julie? Did I hurt you?"

"Oh God, Chris. I'm so terrible. You didn't cum. But I
tried so hard. What's wrong with me? Aren't I sexy
enough for you?"

Can you believe women? You fuck their brains out for
two hours and then they worry they're not sexy! Go
figure! I quietly explained to Julie about how long it
takes me to cum. She asked me if I ever came. I said I
did. She asked me if I had cum with anyone at the camp.
I said I had. She asked who. I chided her for being
indelicate with her questions, but she persisted. I
told her I didn't know, and why. She was quiet a moment
and then she grinned.

"You really like little girls, don't you." It wasn't a
question. It was a statement.

"I like all kinds of girls," I protested.

"But especially the little ones. Like the little
campers. Like me." I was silent.

"And Janet...." She let that last statement taper off.

I think I might have gotten away with denying it if my
prick hadn't been still buried up to the hilt in her
cunt. But when she mentioned Janet's name, it twitched.
Best lie detector in the world. Her eyes widened. "Does
she know?"

"Know what?"

"How you feel about her."

"How do you know how I feel?" I asked her.

"Women know these things."

"Bullshit."

"OK. It's in your eyes. Your smile. I mentioned her
name, and you lit up like a little kid seeing the ice
cream truck. Plus I just about got whiplash when your
cock jerked. See, I told you, women know these things."

I groaned. "I'm dead, aren't I."

"What do you mean?"

"She won't have anything to do with me if she finds out
about the campers and the exams and this here
today...."

"What makes you think she doesn't already know?"

"Huh?"

"Who do you think told me where you were going today?"

"I didn't think about it." Now I did. "Is she really OK
with this?"

"I don't think she thought we were coming up here for a
picnic. She even gave me this." She reached into her
bag and started to hand me something. Then she
hesitated. I held out my hand and she shyly handed it
over. "I don't know if I'm ready for that."

I looked at it. It was a tube of KY jelly. Anal
lubricant. I just about came right then. Thinking about
that virgin ass hole squeezing my stiff dork as I
plunged in and out... I jerked her off of me and laid
her on the blanket beside me on her stomach. She didn't
resist. But I did notice a small smile play across her
lips as if to say "Gotcha!"

The jelly was in a squeeze tube and I poked it into her
butt and forced some of the cool gel inside her rectum.
She shivered as she felt it slide into her and moaned
deep in her throat, like a animalistic growl. She moved
cat-like into a crouch, her shoulders and head resting
on the ground and her hips raised up in the air, an
inviting target. I gently probed her rosebud with my
finger and it slipped readily in up to the second
knuckle. Julie moaned and moved back against my hand,
forcing the rest of my finger in. I wiggled my finger
around a bit and then pulled it out.

"Oh, nooooo," she wailed.

I slipped two fingers into her back door and the wail
turned into a moan of such animal lust that several
animals in the area went into heat. I plunged them into
her and held them there for several minutes as she
ground her hips back onto my hand. With my free hand I
slicked up my now rampant cock. I let her fuck herself
on my hand for a while and then swiftly I switched my
cock for my fingers in that virgin hole.

"Oh noo EEEEEEEEE, oh God it so BIG!" And that was just
the head of it. I let it set there for a minute,
several, actually, until she grew accustomed to the
size.

When I noticed her breathing stabilize and her hips
grinding back towards me, I eased forward a little. To
my surprise, she sucked in the whole thing up to the
hilt! "Julie, are you sure this is your first time?"

"Yeah, I don't think I'd forget something like this."

"Good or bad?"

She was silent.

"Neither. This is absolutely fantastic. I haven't
stopped cumming since you slid in. It's like it belongs
there, even though I know that's not right."

"Says who? 'Normal' people who only use it to shit
with?"

Julie giggled. And came. "Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me hard.
Fuck my ass." Julie began to urge me to begin moving
with very vulgar words and actions. She started
whipping her head around and moving her ass in
counterpoint.

I started to pull out a little bit. Then plunged back
in. Julie squealed like stuck pig and went berserk. If
I hadn't had a hold of her hips with a firm grip she
would have wiggled completely off the end of my cock.
As it was, the only way I could keep her under control
was to stand up. It wasn't hard, she weighed less than
100 lbs. and I simply leaned back and stood up.

That forced her completely down onto my prick, jamming
it all the way in. With her supported on my cock, I
wrapped both arms around her thrashing body and held
her while she writhed and wiggled and did all kinds of
erotic sexy movements with her body.

When she would begin to settle down, I would torture
her by lightly caressing her ultra sensitive nipples,
sending her into even more convulsions. I hadn't been
paying much attention to my own state, but apparently
her movements were too much for my cock.

Suddenly I felt it swell and begin to spurt sticky
white juice into her dark tunnel. This time it was my
screams which echoed around the hidden valley. We
collapsed on the blanket, totally spent, listening to
the fading echoes, relaxing in the afterglow of truly
tremendous sex. We were just beginning to nod off to
sleep for a brief post-coital nap, when we heard
raucous cheering and clapping coming up from the
direction of the camp. Julie and I looked at each other
in disbelief and confusion.

"Na, couldn't be..."



Chapter 3: The Skipper

Julie and I napped for about an hour after we stopped
laughing. There was a small stream where we cleaned up.
Then we ate a light lunch and started back down the
mountain. It only took about 100 yards for Julie to
realize that she was too sore from her losing her anal
virginity to make it back down the hill before darkness
fell. Nothing was broken, but her tiny hole was
stretched and the tissues were bruised. She bravely
tried to go on, but it was obvious she was in too much
pain.

We combined our backpacks into mine and I picked her up
in my arms. She gave me a very unchaste thank-you kiss
and wrapped her arms around my neck. Fortunately, she
was only about 100 lbs. or so, and I had no problem
carrying her.

There was an overgrown path that led from the abandoned
mine down to the lake and I followed this down, even
though this route was much less scenic than the one I
took to get to the mine.

About 10 minutes into the descent, Julie had wiggled
her body into such a position that my hand was directly
supporting her compact little ass. She kept her face
buried in my chest with her eyes closed and I could
feel her breathing speeding up. Another wiggle or two
and my thumb brushed along her damp slit up between her
thighs. Julie expelled her breath in a rush and groaned
into my shirt. I kept my thumb still for a few moments
and then rubbed it a bit harder against her hot, humid
crotch. She shuddered and let out a small cry. But her
arms tightened around my neck and she pressed herself
back against my marauding digit when I moved it away.

It wasn't intentional, on my part at least, but the
edge of her shorts just kind of slipped out of the way,
and suddenly my thumb sank into the hottest cunt on the
mountainside. Julie tipped back her head and screamed.
Loud. Right in my ear. We were far enough down the
mountain that there weren't any echoes anymore, and it
felt a little odd that she was the only one screaming
without the mountains climaxing along with her.

After she finished cumming, she whimpered to herself,
thrust her hips down on my thumb even farther, and laid
her head back on my chest. I took that as a sign that
she liked it, so I kept my thumb in her pussy. It
actually made a good grip to hold her with. I didn't
try to give her a smooth ride down the hill, as I
noticed that she seemed to react quite a lot to the
jolts and bumps of walking down a rough path. I didn't
jump over any logs or anything, but I didn't avoid any
obstacles either. Julie came with regularity, about
every quarter mile or so, announcing the event with an
ear-shattering scream of ecstasy.

Walking into camp was like the ending scene from a
Rocky movie. The nearly deaf and very tired hero
stumbling out of the jungle carrying the damsel in
distress in his arms. The rest of the campers and
staffers were even waiting for us in two long lines
like a gauntlet of succulent flesh. It was a sight that
made my prick forget it was tired. Two of the staffers
standing next to Janet took Julie from my arms at the
head of the gauntlet.

She staggered when she tried to stand on her rubbery
knees and I thought Janet was going to attack me right
then. She was certain I had hurt Julie or allowed some
harm to come to her. But before she could move, Julie
bent and kissed the tip of my semi-hard prick through
my shorts. Looking up she gave me a wink and said,
"Thank you, Mr. Mattson" in the trademark line I had
come to expect from my night time visitors. Her smile,
and a silent 'Thank You' directed at Janet reassured
the administrator that she was OK.

Janet turned to me and gave me a look with her
expressive baby blue eyes that I couldn't decipher.
There was relief that Julie was not harmed, just tired,
but there was also a hurt look in there somewhere, but
I didn't know why.

She was quiet and withdrawn at dinner and then that
night there were no visitors for the first time since
my arrival. I was so tired, I didn't even miss them.
Much. But carrying another person down a mountain is a
lot of work, especially when there is a lot of wiggling
and shouting going on.

I must have been asleep an hour or so when I suddenly
woke up. To the most heavenly feeling of my hard cock
sliding down a tight, hot, wet throat. All the way
down. With lots of suction and tongue action. In a very
determined manner. Whoever it was meant business.

I must have groaned or moved or something, because the
blow job stopped and I heard "Hi, sailor. In town for
long?" With that, the mouth returned to its task. I
leaned back in the dark and enjoyed the wonderful
feeling.

After a while I expected her to stop. The only change
she made, however, was to get more comfortable and
straddle my torso. If she had been a bit taller, or if
she would scoot back a bit, it would have been the
classic '69' position.

I pulled on her hips to move her lower lips closer to
my mouth, but she resisted.

"You're going to cum in my mouth, dammit. I need to get
you all in."

"Use your hands on the lower shaft and just suck on the
top. It works just as good and you can pump with your
fist better than your neck."

She tried it. "Like that?"

"Oh yeah, lady, just like that."

I dove into her hot steamy cunt with my tongue and
returned the favors she had been bestowing on me for
the last 30 minutes or so. I immediately noticed
something different. No hair. She was completely bald
as baby. She must have just shaved it, too, because she
was extremely smooth and smelled a little like baby
lotion. I tongued the shaved area around and above her
cunt lips to show my appreciation of her haircut. Then
I centered on her clit with one finger in her fuck
tunnel. She groaned as her first orgasm flooded through
her system a while later. And a while later after that.
And again later.

Finally, I felt that tingling in my balls that preceded
my own orgasm. I gave her a slight squeeze on her ass
to let her know and she lunged down on my prick instead
of pulling off, forcing my first explosion of thick
seed to cum deep in her throat.

I groaned as I felt myself empty into her. The second
spasm forced even more sticky white fluid down the
gullet of my mystery lover. Then a third. A final blast
of cum juice and I felt the stiffness in my prick begin
to subside.

My mystery lady again surprised me. Instead of coming
up for air, she began to suck me hard again right away.
Now, I've never had a problem getting it up more than
once, but usually there just isn't time in the night or
desire on the part of my satiated partners. Never an
unsatisfied customer. And, true to form, I rose to the
challenge at hand, or mouth, in this case.

Coming up off my prick, she turned herself and settled
herself back down over my prick, enclosing it in her
tight cunt. With a couple of wiggles she made herself
comfortable. Even in the dark I could tell she was
smiling. Almost smirking.

"You really are amazing, sailor, you know? You don't
cum in the mouth very often, do you?"

I shook my head, forgetting it was dark. But I'm glad
it was, because I was blushing. I didn't know how to
tell her that that had been the first time I had ever
had anyone last that long so that I could cum in their
mouth. It was my first complete blow job and a great
one at that.

"Cat got your tongue, sailor? Why so serious?"

I was silent. It wasn't that her milking cunt was
completely distracting me, -well, sort of - it was that
I didn't trust myself to say anything. I was afraid to
say anything that might let me find out that this
magnificent fucking machine setting on my cock wasn't
the woman I fantasized about. I mean, it was still a
great fuck, but I felt like I was making love with this
mystery woman, and I wanted so bad for the two them,
Janet and this incredible body, to be the same person.
But I was afraid to be disappointed.

"We need to talk." I started to pull her off my prick.
She fought me off.

"Whoa! I'm fine right here. What's your problem? Not
getting enough pussy?" she said teasingly.

She was bordering on being downright flippant.

"I need to know who you are. Uh, I think I have
feelings for you."

"How can you have you have feelings for me if you don't
know who I am?"

"Well, I think I know. At least, I know who I want you
to be."

"Oh." She paused. "And who would that be?"

"I can't say."

"Why?"

"Because if you, the most incredible body I have ever
been with, are not who I want you to be, I would hurt
you, and I don't want that. Part of my feelings for you
have to do with the things we do here, understand? So I
need you to tell me who you are. And it's not fair. You
know who I am. That way, if you're not my dream girl,
at least I can pretend you are and not hurt you."

"Gee, thanks." She ground around on my cock for several
minutes before continuing. She may have climaxed, but
she was so tight and her muscles so active normally, I
may have missed it. I wasn't touching her anywhere else
and it was dark, so I couldn't tell for sure.

"I can't tell you either. Sorry."

"Why not?"

"There are 150 girls and women in this camp. All of
them horney, some of them are even fucking the trees.
If one woman was to claim as her own the only prick for
a hundred miles around, there would be a riot. A big
riot. It would be better if, during the time at camp,
there weren't any sticky feelings around screwing up a
good program. Can you live with that?"

In a way, I was insulted. I was just a prick to satisfy
150 cunts. But the more I thought about it, the more
excited I got. I think she felt my response, because
she started giggling. I was going to have to stop
having meaningful conversations with women when my cock
was stuffed up inside them. No way to lie.

"I think it's kind of sexist."

"Liar."

"OK, so it does turn me on. But what about my feelings?
What about us?"

"I feel like you do."

"So tell me who you are!"

"No."

Nothing is more frustrating than a stubborn woman. I
tried another tactic.

"If you feel the same way, how can you let me fuck all
those others?"

Ha! Gotcha there!

She was silent and stopped moving for a long time.
"That was a low blow, sailor. But if you want to know,
it's better for you to fuck them with my knowledge than
to do it behind my back."

"Do you really mean that?," I asked unbelievingly.

"You bet. Because they will get to you, one way or
another. And then you would feel guilty and I would be
hurt if I found out, and I find out everything that
goes on in this camp. Besides, it may even help some of
them with their problems." She started fucking me
again. "I've got to get going. I've still got one to go
after this."

I didn't know what she meant by that, but I had one or
two more questions. Talk about looking a gift horse in
the mouth. "OK, I'll agree to stuff my feelings, but I
need two or three things from you. One, I want to know
who you are after we're done here at Camp Rah-Rah-Rah,
and two, I have to call you something. What do you want
me to call you in here during your visits? And three,
are there any restrictions on who I can fuck here?"

She placed her hands on my chest and grabbed two
handfuls of hair. She didn't pull, but she let me know
that she could. A deep throaty laugh came up from her,
starting just above where my cock ended. "OK, I'll try
to hold off until after camp. And you can call me
'Skipper'. That seems fitting. OK, 'sailor'? As to
restrictions, any girl that comes here is old enough to
fuck in my opinion. Just don't force anyone."

Her laugh, the grip of her hands on my chest hair, the
thought of all that young cunt being offered to me, and
her request to call her 'Skipper' confirmed my deepest
hopes and dreams. It was Janet! I knew it. She knew I
knew it. And I could still boff the campers with her
blessing.

I blasted off inside her.

It was so unexpected, it caught both of us by surprise.
I had only been hard for an hour or so. She stretched
her body out on top of mine and laid down with her head
next to mine. I could feel her stiff nipples grinding
into my pectoral muscles as she snuggled in like a soft
cat. She didn't let me out of her tight pussy, though,
and kept up a constant squeezing and milking action.

"The thought of all that underage pussy must really
turn you on. Or was it me?"

"It was you, Skipper," I answered and my cock didn't
betray me for once.

Or maybe it really was the truth.

We lay there cuddling and kissing for a while, and she
was like a little girl, licking all of her dried juices
off of my face. My beard tickled her tongue and she
started a giggle fit. It was one of the most erotic
feelings I have ever experienced as her whole body got
into the act. Her diaphragm and pelvic muscles
convulsed in the most pleasurable way imaginable and I
got up to full stiffness.

My prodding member brought her back to her senses and
suddenly she was quiet.

"Good, you're hard again. Now we can finish."

By now it was very late at night. Only once before had
I gone two rounds with a girl and then there had been
four of them. Never had I gone three rounds, but my
pecker was sure up for it.

"What do you mean 'finish'?" We've already done
everything."

"Not quite." As she said this she gently pressed a
small tube into my hand. I recognized the shape from a
similar tube Julie had given me earlier in the day.
Anal lubricant. I was going to have to order in a
bigger supply if they were going to keep stealing it
from the infirmary supplies.

She nudged me off the bed and I felt her kneeling down
where I had been laying. What little light there was
gleamed off of a pair of pale white moons waving in the
night. I sat on the bed behind her.

"Skipper, have you done this before?"

"What kind of question is that? That's none of your
business." She almost sounded indignant and might have
pulled it off, but for her salacious position.

"No. I just meant that this can be uncomfortable for
someone as small as you."

"and as big as you?" she finished for me. "Don't
flatter yourself, sailor. It'll fit. And besides, Julie
said you were very gentle with her on her first time. I
know you'll be careful with me."

"on your first time," I finished for her. She didn't
negate my statement. "God, is there anything you women
don't tell each other?" I got no answer, but I realized
Julie must have told Janet about our conversation on
the mountainside and about my feelings for her. That
would explain her change of attitude after shunning me
the evening before.

I spent several minutes preparing the target. As it was
dark, I had to do it all by feel, which was just fine
by me.

The first thing I did was tenderize the target. I don't
usually like rough stuff, but the way she had been
teasing me all night, and her refusal to tell me who
she was got to me. I swatted her swaying cheeks with my
open hand. Not hard, but hard enough to turn that ivory
skin a hot pink and to make a loud SWACK! Or at least
it would have if I could have seen the colors. I just
used my imagination in the dark.

"Ooooww," she moaned. But she didn't move. "Have I been
naughty, Daddy?" she asked in a seductive little girl
voice.

I didn't know whether to play her game or not. I
decided not to. "No, Skipper, and let's not play games
until I know who you are. I just decided to warm your
backside before I butt fuck you. Sometimes it helps to
relax the muscles, if you know what I mean."

"Oh. Well, I am pretty tense." She let that hang there.

SMACK! No sound. SMACK! Still no sound. SMACK! Still
quiet. I swung harder, and switched cheeks. KA-SMACK! A
low groan. I spanked her bottom several more times
before I stopped and rubbed my hands over the soft
smooth skin of her buttocks. It was warm. A trip to the
exposed slit told me she was wet. Sopping wet.

"Are you cumming from this?"

"Oooohhh, yessssss. I didn't know I liked this, even
though it hurts. Or maybe it's just you. God, I hope
it's just that it's you. You make me feel so hot.
Anything would make me get off."

"Shit, you should have told me it hurt. I didn't mean
to hit you that hard."

"Oh shut up, you big sissy. It didn't hurt bad, it hurt
good. Now get busy. We haven't got all night." Which
wasn't exactly true. We did, and had used most of it up
already.

She was really pushing me into this. I slid the tip of
the tube of lubricant into her tight puckered hole and
squirted some jelly into her rectum. The cool gel
brought a moan and a shiver from the kneeling form, but
she didn't move away. She even shoved back on my finger
as first one and then two fingers stretched the tight
sphincter.

"It feels good but funny, like I'm full or I have to
take a shit. But it doesn't hurt."

That last was for my benefit, I was sure. I kept moving
my fingers in and out until she really got into it. I
could feel her own hands busy on her clit and in her
cunt, but she was starting to grunt and groan in time
with my thrusts into her ass.

I slicked up my cock. I debated whether or not to warn
her. I decided not to. I kneeled up behind her, still
frigging her ass with my two fingers. I don't think she
noticed, she was so far into what was happening to her
ass.

I smoothly pulled out my fingers and replaced them with
the head of my cock.

"oh. OH!" She stayed quiet for a minute. "That's feels
bigger that I thought it would."

I held completely still, allowing her time to stretch.
I could hear little grunts and panting, like Lamaz
breathing exercises. I started to pull out.

"Stop, damn you! Just give me a minute, OK? This is
something I have to do." She didn't explain why. But
soon I felt her beginning to breathe easier and then to
push back against me. Unlike Julie, where I just slid
in up to the hilt, I had to fight for every glorious
quarter of an inch with this tight ass. And it was a
glorious fight into a glorious ass.

It took a while, but finally I was in up to the max. We
were both sweating profusely. I leaned over her bent
back and whispered in her ear. "We can stop now. I'm in
you all the way."

"Don't you dare, chicken-shit. You're going to finish
in all three holes tonight, if I have to die doing it."

I suddenly realized what she was doing. She was giving
me a night so special, I would never forget it. Anybody
I fucked after this would just be ordinary sex. If this
was truly Janet I was buried in, it would explain her
hurt look when I brought Julie back in that afternoon.
She, and the whole camp had heard as I had climaxed
inside Julie like I never had with the mystery lady. In
her own way she was telling me she was laying claim to
me, putting her mark on me.

Well if she wanted it, who was I to refuse her? I
started to slowly pull out of her. Just a couple of
inches at first, and then I slid it back in.

"Ooophhhh! Do it again!"

I obeyed the Skipper. I let it slip out of the super-
tight canal, and then pushed back in. And again. And
again. Slowly, she began to loosen up and her breathing
deepened. She started pushing back in counterpoint to
my thrusts, pulling away when I pulled out, shoving
back when I pushed forward. I was almost coming all the
way out to my cock head on each motion by now.

Suddenly she raised up on both elbows and squeezed down
tightly on my prick. She was motionless for what seemed
like several minutes and I held still behind her.

"I wouldn't have thought it possible.."

"What?," I asked after she didn't elaborate.

"I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and I
got it from having a ten foot log shoved up my ass!
That's what! Now do it for me again, sailor. And that's
an order!"

I did my best, and, with her willful cooperation, I did
it to her again. At least four more times. It seemed
she got more sensitive with each climax, never quite
coming down from the last one before exploding into
another one higher and harder than the one before. I
don't know how she hung on for the whole 2 hours or so
we were locked into position like that, but she did.
She didn't quit or hold back. If anything, she got more
greedy for the orgasms, pushing herself and me to
greater and greater exertions.

Finally, just as her fifth and biggest orgasm was
sweeping over her, we both felt my cock swell in her
shit chute and empty into her. The feeling of my hot
sticky spunk filling her sent her even higher and she
fainted and collapsed on the bed, her mission
accomplished.

My cock was still stuck in her and I had to follow her
back down to the bed. I gently rolled over onto my side
and pulled her still hot body to me. Slowly she came to
as I toyed with her tight swollen breasts and snuggled
back into me. We lay there for a while in utter bliss
until we heard a scratching noise at my door.

"Psssst. Uh, Ma'am. Are you still there? It's almost
light." I recognized the administrator's assistant, if
not by her timing, then by her mousy voice.

"I'll be right there."

She rolled away from me and I slipped out of her ass
hole with a loud "POP!" Then she farted. I could almost
see her blush. She sat on the edge of the bed for a
minute and then got up. I started to get up to help
her. I also figured I'd be able to see her in the light
from the hallway.

She pushed me back down. "Nice try, sailor." She got
almost to the door when she stopped. I thought she was
in too much pain, but instead she turned around and
came back to the bed.

She lightly kissed me and said, "Almost forgot. 'Thank
you, Mr. Mattson'," in that sexy little girl voice.
Then, "Goodnight, sailor. And I do mean I had a GOOD
night."

"Me, too. Goodnight, Skipper." Believe it or not, I was
hard again from her saying that. God, she was sexy!

I skipped my exercises that morning for the first time
in years.


Chapter 4: The Assistant

I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast
just in time to take my place at my table after a
hurried shower and shave. Janet was not at her place. I
noticed the somber atmosphere of the girls around me
and chalked it up to her absence - she really did light
up the whole camp, and that was not just my biased
opinion. Breakfast went by quietly and then again
lunch. By dinner Janet still hadn't shown up, and I was
concerned.

But the quietness had a different cause, as I found out
after dinner. I was sitting under one of the huge old
redwoods that populated the valley, watching the last
of the light reflect off of the lake. I heard light
steps coming up from the direction of the camp and then
a quiet soft voice. I turned to look at one of the
younger girls standing by my side.

"Mr. Mattson?"

"Yes?"

"May I sit down with you?"

"Sure!"

Instead of sitting on the ground as I expected, she
pivoted and plopped her ass down in my lap. She ground
it around a couple of times and then looked up at me
with those big innocent clear brown eyes. Boy, can
looks be deceiving!

"Are you feeling better today?"

I thought fast. Why was I not feeling better yesterday?
Then I remembered that there were no visitors last
night. They must have told the girls that I was tired
or not feeling well. "Yes, I'm feeling much better,
thank you. Why?"

"Oh, good!," she gushed. "It's my turn tonight and I
was hoping you would be OK." Suddenly she realized what
she had said and blushed.

"What's your name?"

"Melody."

"Well, Melody, tonight when you come in, kiss me on my
nose so I'll know it's you and we'll do something
special. OK?"

"But we don't have that much time to.." She again
blushed.

"We'll make time. Thank you for your concern." I kissed
her on her forehead and helped her up, copping a
satisfying feel of her tight little ass on the way up.
She giggled and wiggled it against my palm and then
impishly leaned over to give me a kiss back, pausing
and holding herself bent over at the waist until I got
a complete view of her 14 year old tits. Or what there
was of them. When I sighed and grinned she finished her
kiss and stood up, giving me an instant replay on the
way back up.

"Later, Mr. Mattson," she called.

I could hardly wait for later. "Bye, Melody."

But later came. Finally. The bells rang and the camp
quieted down. The lights were out, but for some reason
I couldn't sleep. Anticipation, I guess. I never
realized how much I looked forward to all those tight
pussies getting off on my prick each night. A guy could
get used to this, you know?

But the visits started, right on schedule. The first
couple of fucks were straightforward kiss, suck, fuck,
"Thank you, Mr. Mattson" jobs. I did notice, however,
that I was being used less and less as substitute and
that they were actually fucking my prick. In fact, I
was only Daddy once that whole night.

Melody was the fifth girl. I felt a kiss on my mouth
that quickly moved up to my nose. She even nipped it a
little with her teeth, just to make sure I wouldn't
miss the signal, I guess. A girlish little giggle and
she snuggled into the narrow cot beside me.

"So what are we going to do?," she asked.

"Well, first, take off your nightshirt."

"Oh, Mr. Mattson, that would be naughty! I would be
naked," she gushed as she lay back down next to me,
soft young bare skin on my skin. They must teach speed
stripping as a course here, with Julie as the
instructor.

I let my hands roam over her tight young body, exciting
both of us with little touches and pinches and probes.
Her tits were what you would call perky. Just beginning
to develop, they were slight mounds topped by hard
kernels of nipples. They were at that painful stage
were they always itched or ached, so I was particularly
gentle with them.

As it was, her nipples were so hard and sensitive she
came just from my gentle explorations. I also found a
bald pussy, not the first one I had noticed that night.
She shuddered again as I toyed with her lower nub
between her cunt lips. She was biting my arm to keep
quiet and I knew I was going to have a hickey the next
day.

"Melody, straddle my chest like you were going to get
on my prick, but face the other way."

She did so quickly and quietly. These kids recuperate
much faster than us old folks.

"Now slide this way." I pulled on her hips to move her
towards my head - and mouth. She was still sitting
straight up. I lifted her hips gently and lowered her
cunt down on my mouth.

"OH! OH! OH! OH! Mr. Mattson! What are you doing? It
feels so good! OH! OH! OH! Yessssss! Nobody has ever
done that before. OH! SSSHIT! Don't Stop. AArrgggh!"

Several hissing and shushing noises came from the
hallway. There really was a line out side my door. If
that's never happened to you, you have no idea what
that will do for your ego. Mine sure felt healthy.

Melody kind of fell forward and gagged herself by
swallowing my stiff prick. But her hips never stopped
wiggling against my nose and chin, urging my tongue to
greater depths inside her. I obliged to the best of my
ability, which was considerable. She finally shuddered
and collapsed on my abdomen, breathing heavily. I could
feel the two knots of her nipples pressing on my
stomach.

When she started to come around, I lifted her small
frame and flipped her around so she was lying on my
stomach on her back. I slip her down until my prick
head was butting up against her cunt lips.
Automatically, she reached down and guided it into the
tight opening. She took over from there, sensing what I
wanted. She slid down its length and began to fuck
herself with my hard cock. There wasn't as much contact
with her clit in this position, but it did hit the G-
spot better. I reached down and found her excited clit.
I pinched it lightly between my thumb and fore finger
and urged her to reach her climax.

When she came, she twisted almost all the way around
and kissed me hard, stifling her screams into my mouth.
She tasted her own juice on my lips and she came again.

"So that's what I taste like."

"You tasted good. I liked it. And what we did, too."

"Me, too." She pulled herself off the bed. She leaned
over and lightly kissed me. "Thank you, Mr. Mattson.
Thank you very much!"

She was headed out the door when I whispered to her.

"Melody!"

She turned back to me.

I reached up and found her nose. I rubbed it gently.
"Let's keep it out little secret, right?"

You would have thought I had just given her a million
dollars. In some ways, I suppose a genuine secret is
worth that much in self esteem to a 14 year old girl.
Her kiss that time was not so light and almost started
us off again. If it hadn't been for the impatient girls
in the hall way, I just might have fucked her again.
But she would be back another night.

I heard considerable whispering and discussions as the
rest of the visitors tried to find out what happened
with Melody. She became something of a celebrity and I
prepared myself to make an explanation to the Skipper
when she showed up later that night.

I had not seen Janet all day, and had been refused
access to her, unless it was an emergency. A lonely
heart didn't qualify, so I had suffered through the day
without her. But I knew she was going to come in later.
She hadn't missed a night.

But a half hour passed after the last girl had gotten
herself off on my stiff member, then an hour. Finally,
I heard the door creep open.

"Uh, Mr. Mattson?"

My heart sank, but not my prick. It was the assistant.

"Yes?"

She shuffled closer to the bed in the dark. "Uh, I was
told to tell you that 'The Skipper can't make it
tonight.' She said she was sorry, and something about
it was her fault for trying to swallow 'a ten foot
log.' She said you would understand. Do you?"

I did. Her ass was sore. "Is she alright?" I was
concerned.

"I think she's just sore. She didn't sit down all day
and has to lay on her stomach to sleep." She giggled.
"She called you 'an insatiable satyr'. From her, that's
a compliment."

"But she's OK?"

"Yes, but she won't be here tonight." Her message done,
I thought she would leave. While not unattractive, she
didn't seem the type to hang around. For whatever. But
she didn't leave. She kind of stood there and shuffled
her feet.

"Was there anything else?," I asked her.

"Well, I was wondering, uh, since, you know, since,
well, you know, well, since she's not, you know, like,
well."

"Would you like to take her place?"

"Oh yes! That's what I want. I want to take her place."

"In my heart or on my prick?"

"Oh! On your thing, silly." I expected her to move, but
she just stood there.

"Well?"

"Uh, don't laugh at me, but I don't actually know what
to do."

"You've never done it before?"

"Oh, yes. In high school and a couple of times in
college. But I've never, well, I've always just kind of
been there for the guy. They always did everything. I
don't know what to do."

I smiled in the dark at her honesty. I forgave her all
her interruptions and swore to make this a good time
for her.

"You could start by sitting down." I patted the cot so
she could hear where to sit in the dark. She sat. "Now
take off your night shirt and sandals." She shivered in
the cool night air. I touched her lightly on her side,
just above her hip. A safe place to touch a skittish
woman. "Now, what do you want to do?"

She was quiet. Then I felt her hand sliding around my
stomach gradually moving down. She bumped into my hard
meat much earlier than she anticipated and kind of
gasped. Her hand pulled away and then found it again,
this time on purpose.

"Oh, my! It's bigger than I thought." She played with
it gently, stroking it up and down, then becoming more
and more urgent until I cried out in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let me
kiss it." Before either of us realized what she was
doing, she had my rod in her mouth. It was obvious she
had not done this very much, if at all, but her
enthusiasm was arousing. She just about rubbed it raw
with her teeth until I got her to cover her teeth with
her upper lip and tongue underneath. She also got the
head down her throat part way without gagging. She kept
coming up and asking if she was doing it right. She
tried so hard, and, by the time she was tired, was
getting to be a pretty good cock sucker, too. I told
her that, and I could feel the heat from her blush.

She lifted her head up from my cock and stretched out
next to me on the cot, never letting go of my prick
with her hand. But now she held it gently and caressed
it like a lover.

I felt her looking up at me. I tipped my head towards
hers and our lips met.

"Do all men taste like you do?"

I laughed. "Only men who have had twenty or so girls
sitting on their pricks!"

"Oh." Silence "I liked it. Does that mean I like
girls?"

That was a loaded question. I changed the subject.
"What would you like me to do for you?"

She caught her breath. The big question. Decision time.
In a shy voice she asked, "Would you make love to me?
Show me what to do? I want to do something, but I don't
know what or how."

I rolled over so I was on top of her. Kissed her lips.
Then her eyes. Then her ears. I spent a long time just
caressing her and kissing her. I felt the tears rolling
down her cheeks and licked them away. She cried some
more. I drew my lips along her neck, down along her
jugular vein into the depression at the base of her
neck. I buried my face there and traced gentle designs
with my tongue on that sensitive area. Then I did the
other side.

She had stuffed one of her hands in her mouth to muffle
her screams. This poor woman was so tense she was
orgasming already and I wasn't even to her tits. I
avoided those for now and concentrated on her long
smooth arms. Each finger received a lingering kiss with
special attention paid to the palms of her hands. She
was now sobbing, jerking around on the cot under me.

I was afraid what would happen when I started on her
breasts, so I flipped her over on her stomach. The
sudden move surprised her until I ran my tongue down
the length of her back. She screamed into the pillow,
beating her fists into the mattress. She would have
kicked her feet but I was sitting on them.

I decided what this woman needed was a massage. I
happened to know how to give two kinds of massages,
both erotic. One was good, the other very good. I
didn't think she would last if I gave her a very good
one, which included the anal areas I didn't think she
was ready for. Yet. So I started on a sensual back rub
that had the effect of calming her down. Apparently
this was something she could deal with, something she
knew. Her breathing returned to normal as I worked my
way down her back. And reached her buttocks.

My rod had been resting on the crease between those
cheeks for most of the massage, but she didn't seem to
have noticed. As I began to rub and move the deep
muscles in her ass, her breathing began to get ragged
again. I did her butt, then moved down her one leg then
back up the other. I did spend extra time on her feet
and toes and was rewarded with another orgasm, but a
slower, gentler one this time. It felt like she almost
enjoyed that one.

I moved up the side of the bed and quickly flipped her
over. It wasn't like a kung foo thing, but it happened
before she was aware of it. I started to massage her
upper chest and shoulders, still avoiding her breasts.
She noticed, because she started to thrust them up at
my hands, brushing them against my wrists as I worked
higher up. She began to grunt and pant in an
animalistic way, writhing on the bed in the ancient
movements of sex and seduction.

"Oh, God. What are you doing to me? I've never felt
this way before. I want you to touch me, squeeze me
hard, play with my boobies. Please... Please...
Please," she pleaded.

I gently captured her swollen dancing nipples in the
cracks between my fingers as I palmed her entire
breasts. I applied pressure gently as I squeezed my
fingers together over those soft mounds. I had always
thought of the assistant as mousy, an ordinary, plain
girl. From the way she dressed and walked, I imagined
small, saggy tits and the same for her bottom, kind of
flat and droopy. Boy, was I wrong!

She was just a beautiful girl with a poor self image.
Because the guys in her life didn't know how to make
her feel special, she didn't think she was. Jerks. All
of them. I may have my own quirks and kinks, but at
least I made each person feel special. Not like some
kind of jerk-off bag to squirt sperm into.

Her tits were a bit larger than I like, and softer. But
they felt terrific. I told her so and she started
crying again. I continued down her body, describing
each rib, each smooth curve of her trim body in the
most erotic language I could think of. When I got to
her mons, there was no hair.

"Is this for me?," I asked her, indicating her shaved
mound.

"Yes. Most of the girls are shaved now. For you. Do you
like it? I hope so. I haven't felt this naked since I
was 12."

"It's beautiful. Lovely, so smooth, so kissable." I
proceeded to do just that and she squealed a bit. The
aromas coming from between her legs told me she had
really been enjoying herself, and that I would have to
change the sheets before getting any sleep tonight. But
I didn't mind. I kissed a little lower. Her legs parted
automatically, spreading her cunt-lips wide open. I
frenched them.

She arched her back into my mouth, forcing her cunt
hard on my lips. I grabbed onto her legs to hold her
there, and feasted on the delectable nectar she was
producing in quantity. I could hear her sobbing softly
but I didn't stop until she went limp in my arms. I
laid her gently out on the bed and lay down beside her
still form.

She rested quietly for a while. She wasn't unconscious
because her hand drew little designs in my chest hair.

"Thank you, Chris, uh, Mr. Mattson. Thank you."

"You're welcome, but is that all you want?"

"There's more?"

"If you want, yes. But it's OK to stop now. I'm fine.
Only if you want."

Her hand seized the hairs on my chest and pulled a few.
Ouch!

"I want more. Please. Now!"

I laughed and gently kissed her forehead. Then I kissed
her lips and she tasted herself, probably for the first
time. "Ummmm. Good!" she whispered.

I rolled her on top of me and helped her sit up. I
cupped her swaying tits in my hands and held them
firmly, the nipples rubbing into my palms. She began
rutting on my stomach.

"What do I do now?," she asked timidly.

"Move down a little." Her old boyfriends really were
jerks.

She slipped down and bumped into my cock. She
automatically raised up a little to slide over it, but
as she passed over the head it slipped up inside her
hot box. She froze.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm scared. It's always hurt before or I've been
disappointed."

"It always hurts the first time. But that's over now.
And it wasn't your fault you were disappointed. Blame
your taste in men, maybe, but other than that, it was
all their fault you weren't satisfied. Go ahead. Let it
just slip inside you. We'll go slow and make sure it
doesn't hurt and that you like it. OK?"

For an answer she let a bit more slip in. Before I
could say anything she grunted, and forced a little bit
more. To me it didn't seem that she was that tight,
given the young pussies and tight assholes I had been
into in the last few days, but it must have felt like
she was splitting in two to her. She didn't cry, but it
was an effort on her part to get each inch of me into
her. But she did. And it was like a switch went off in
her head.

Suddenly she was the all-American cheerleader. The
cheers started out clean enough, like the old: Push 'em
back Push 'em back. Harder! Harder, and the one that
goes: Do it again Do it again We like it We like it.

They started out, like I said, clean and somewhat
quiet. But after her first climax riding in the saddle,
she got loud. And dirty.

Between cheers of: Push it in Push it in Harder harder
and Give me an 'F' Give me a 'U' Give me a 'C' Give me
a 'K' Fuck me!, Fuck me!, Fuck me!, I was beginning to
hear peals of laughter coming from outside my window.
My companion either didn't know or didn't care. Her
yells got raunchier and louder with each climax, and
she had quite a few. Her hips never stopped swirling
and thrusting, rubbing her clit on both the up and down
strokes. With and between each orgasm, I swear I could
actually feel her cunt muscles tightening up. I guess
the old saying about 'use it or loose it' was true in
this case.

She finally shrieked and collapsed to a thunderous
round of applause and laughter, not at her, but at the
situation. Two of the staff came in an carried her away
back to her room, both very solicitous of her. They
both asked if I needed them to come back and help with
any unfinished business, but I was already asleep, a
big grin on my face.

I think I had finally answered her loaded question if
she liked girls or not. Maybe she did, but she liked
men, too, and that was what was important. To me,
anyway.


Chapter 5: The Canoe

Janet was at breakfast the next morning. She smiled a
shy greeting at me and I noticed she sat down very
slowly and gently. I grinned back at her and she
noticed me watching her sit. She blushed a beautiful
shade of pink, then got up her nerve and blew me a kiss
across the room. I don't think any of the campers
noticed it, but a couple of the staffers grinned
knowingly in my direction.

I got a call to come up to Janet's office for a 10:10
staff meeting that morning. I thought the time was odd,
but she was a busy woman, and she had to make up for
lost time the day before. I cleaned up for the staff
meeting, and got there on time. Walking in to the outer
office, I didn't see anyone. I went on into the
conference room.

Sandra, the mousy assistant, was mousy no more. She
stood there in the room, leaning up against the table.
Her hair wasn't in a bun, but hung in sexy waves around
her face and over her shoulders. She was wearing
makeup, just a touch, to emphasize her lips and eyes.
But that wasn't the big change. It was what she was
wearing. Or wasn't wearing.

Gone were the tweeds and pant suits, the efficient
business clothes. This morning she was wearing a half-T
that was about two sizes too small. And no bra. The
bottom edge of the short shirt showed most of her large
soft tits that jiggled with each breath she took. And
she was breathing fast.

She was also wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts
that were high cut on each hip and made of a slippery
nylon fabric. Even though they were loose, they clung
to her body like paint. It was obvious she wasn't
wearing any underwear and that she was damp in the
crotch.

She let me gaze at her for a moment, grinning and
blushing at the visible effect she was having on me.
The right leg of my short was bulging out and suddenly
became too short to cover all my parts. Sandra licked
her lips when she saw the large purple head pop out
into the daylight.

She had apparently not yet taken the speed stripping
course at the camp yet, because she simply launched
herself at me from her position at the conference
table. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs
wrapped around my waist. She didn't say a thing. She
just kissed me real hard several times, and then just
held on. Tight. Waiting.

What was I to do? I struggled to get my shorts down and
free the monster that had grown in my pants leg. She
helped me by wiggling around. She wouldn't let go of my
waist with her legs, however, and I was wondering how I
was going to get into her pussy, when the situation
kind of took care of itself. Her loose shorts slipped
to the side and suddenly she was crying in joy as she
felt it slide easily into her cunt. She was even
tighter than last night. With the workout she had had
last night and now again this morning, I felt sure her
cunt muscles would be sore. But she didn't seem to
mind. I looked down at her face and her eyes were
screwed tightly shut. She was totally focused on this
fuck.

She was a little heavier than some of the petite little
girls and women I had had ride my cock like that so I
turned her around and eased my butt onto the conference
table and supported our weight by leaning against it.
It also provided her with a more stable platform for
her increasingly wild screwing motions. It was when I
looked up from watching her tits bounce and her face
contort that my prick jerked and almost unsaddled the
morphed assistant.

Janet was standing just inside the door watching us
fuck. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw her, but
then she gave me a smile that let me know it was OK to
keep going. In fact, she gave her own tiny breasts a
squeeze through her tight top with one hand and
caressed her cunt through her shorts with the other as
she stood there watching. I just about came when she
seductively licked her lips with that tiny pink tongue,
running it around her lips two or three times. I
remembered what it felt like on my prick and a shiver
went down my back.

Then I just about started laughing. Here I was, fucking
a beautiful woman who I had just helped, I hoped, the
night before to get over a self image problem, while at
the same time fantasizing about another woman's mouth
on my cock. I didn't think it would help Sandra's image
if I laughed, or if she found out what I was thinking,
so I made a face at Janet to let her know I knew what
she was doing. She grinned wickedly and stopped
fondling herself. She didn't stop watching.

"Uh, Sandra..."

"Call me Sandi. I don't feel like a Sandra anymore.
Sandra didn't get fucked enough. Sandi is going to get
fucked a whole lot. I feel like a Sandi," she
interrupted me.

"OK, Sandi," I replied. "What time is the meeting? The
real staff meeting."

"10:30. I hope I left us enough time. I wanted you to
be early. What took you so fucking long to get here?"
She paused. "God, I'm sorry. I don't know what came
over me. Having your cock in my cunny just does
something to me, you know?"

"Don't apologize, Sandi. It feels good being inside
you. But do you think it's fair to the others to have
'special' meetings like this?"

A bit of Sandra came back. "Fair? Fair? Do you think
it's fair that all the other girls get all the
attention, that they get picked for the pep squads? All
I ever wanted to be was one of them, but." She tapered
off and buried her head in my chest.

I kissed the top of her head. I knew what she was going
to say, so I finished for her. ".but you never tried
out, did you."

She sobbed, and shook her head. "I knew I wasn't good
enough."

I reached down and grabbed her chin and lifted her head
up. "And now.?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw a fire
burning in them. She stopped crying. And she never
stopped rotating her hips around on my cock. "From now
on, I'm going to go after what I want. Like this." She
indicated my hard prick by squeezing it with her
internal muscles. "And if that isn't fair, tough shit.
They can make their own arrangements."

I smiled. Janet smiled. I kissed Sandi's forehead.
"Good girl," I said. Then I leaned down and whispered
to her. "If you want me to come early, just ask. I will
do anything I can for you. OK?"

"Oh, Chris! Thank you! OH GOD! I'm CUMMING!" Sandi
clung to me like a leech on a cock. I could feel her
cunt actually sucking me deeper into her body. She
shuddered and throbbed on my rampant cock for several
minutes and then lifted herself off my tall member.

"Thank you, Mr. Mattson." She leaned down and cleaned
my cock with her tongue and mouth, even sucking my
balls clean. Three times. She only jumped slightly when
she felt Janet's tongue cleaning the insides of her
thighs. But the groans she made with her mouth around
my prick just about set me off. Janet was hampered by
Sandi's shorts, but it was obvious that both of them
enjoyed what was happening. And that it would happen
again, later. Without the shorts.

Sandi paused in her cleaning efforts and looked up at
me with a question in her eyes. I could see the first
edges of doubt about her sexuality creeping back in.

"Both. It's perfectly normal to like both, Sandi.
You're an attractive woman. To both men and women.
Enjoy it."

Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of
the best blow jobs I had ever had. She had learned a
lot in the last day or two. When she stuck a finger up
my ass and massaged my prostate gland, I surprised all
three of us and filled her mouth with a bucket of cum.
She didn't waste a drop and only had to share with
Janet because Janet immediately kissed her hard on the
mouth and stuck her tongue in to get some of my gism.
They dueled at length before Janet pulled back and
sighed.

"Think we can cancel the staff meeting, Sandi?"

Sandi groaned. "They're already on their way. We'll
have to straighten up, Miss Crandell."

"Why, Sandi! How can you call me 'Miss Crandell,' when
I'm standing here with your pussy juice on my face?
Call me Janet, OK?"

The two women hugged. I was forgotten, my semi-stiff
cock still hanging out of my shorts.

"And you," Janet said to me, "put that thing away. It's
caused enough 'trouble' for now."

The staff meeting was anti-climatic. Although a couple
of the staffers with sensitive olfactory senses did
sniff the air and give me a queer look. Apparently the
pungent aroma of Sandi's secretions were detectable.

The rest of the day past without incident, except that
during the morning the fondling and quick feels by the
staff became a bit more insistent and frenzied. I was
in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day,
with the engorged head of my cock visible and on
display below the cuff of my shorts. The campers didn't
seem to mind, in fact, several of them started to copy
the example of their older leaders and began fondling
and feeling it whenever they happened to pass within
arm's reach, or could find some excuse to sit and grind
on my lap.

Janet watched this process with an amused grin on her
face. Several times during the day I swear she told
some of the younger campers to come over and 'torment'
me in some soft way or another. It was particularly
hard not to plow those tight cunts when they had you
firmly in the grasp of their tiny hands and looked up
at me with those delightfully smiling eyes and asked me
the most mundane question imaginable. I was in heaven,
and I think Janet knew it.

And then it stopped. Like a light going off. Right
after lunch. The girls would come right up to me, stand
a smidgen away from me and not touch. Time after time.
I wasn't sure which was more exciting: The touching or
the tantalizing. It didn't make any difference to me, I
was as hard as a rock, regardless. I loved these little
sex games they were playing. It kept everything on a
friendly level with everyone knowing what was going on,
and no one got their feelings hurt.

I knew things were wide open when the first girl that
night kissed me on my nose and said, "I want what
Melody got," and then stripped and sat on my face. So
did the second girl and the third. But this type of
service took longer and it was getting late. The last
several of the nocturnal visitors began coming into my
room in pairs. One would sit on my face, the other
would climb on my cock. Some of them even began kissing
and fondling each other they were getting serviced by
me. I'm sure a lot of activity continued on after they
left me back in the dormitory later on that night. And
when they were all done, the Skipper visited me.

She slipped in and was naked in my arms before I heard
her. She was just suddenly there and, at first I
thought it was a dream. But dreams don't feel that
good, and this felt tremendous. We kissed and I tasted
a new flavor.

"I see you had another meeting with Sandi, Skipper."

"Uh-huh. I thought she need a good chewing out." She
laughed.

"She didn't seem too upset about it, though."

"Did she do you, too.?"

"Oh, God, yes. She really is a fast learner, you know."

I was silent. "Next time, can I watch?"

I caught a jab in the ribs. "Would that turn you on,
sailor?"

"Just thinking of the picture of the two of you making
love to each other gets me hard." I hugged her to me
tighter. "Thinking of you makes me even harder,
though." I thought about how sore she must have been
after our last bout. "What would you like to do
tonight? Or do you just want to cuddle?"

"Cuddle? That's for wimps. Unless you can't get it up,
sailor. Then I'll just go back to Sandi." She was
teasing, as she was laying directly on my rock hard
cock. It must have been giving her a stomach ache it
was prodding her so hard.

"So what's your pleasure, Ma'am?"

She leaned down and kissed my chin. "I want it up my
ass," she said finally in a quiet, but firm voice. "It
hurt like hell, but I loved it. I'm going to learn how
to relax like Julie told me and take that monster all
the way up there. Do you mind?"

Did I mind? Offering me the finest ass I had ever
fucked? Did she think I was crazy? Hell, no, I didn't
mind. But I didn't want to appear too anxious.

"You're sure? I'd hate to hurt you again."

She lifted herself up and positioned her asshole over
the tip of my cock. She lowered herself gingerly down
until about three inches were inside her. She had pre-
lubed her ass with enough gel so that some of it leaked
out and ran down the exposed shaft of my cock,
preparing it for deeper penetration. With a determined
grunt she took the rest of my throbbing prick deep up
inside her rectal recesses.

"Was that better?"

"Hey, it's always good for me. Was it better for you?"

"Yesssssss. Can you feel it? I can't stop the spasms.
They just ripple through me, one after the other. They
start at my shitter and go to my toes and fingers and
the tips of my nipples. My hair feels funny, too, like
its alive. God, I love this. And it doesn't hurt now."

She still hadn't moved. "Pull up a little and then
slide back down." As she did, I slipped my hand under
her and let her impale her self on my extended middle
finger. With my thumb I found and pressed on her clit.
She went wild. I thought my finger would break she was
squeezing it so hard. She was laughing, sobbing ,
yelling, blubbering and so on all at once. Until her
system finally spent itself of all her built up tension
and she relaxed on my chest.

"Sailor?"

"What, Skipper?"

"Watching all the girls tease you all day really turned
me on. I didn't realize how much."

"Do you think it was a good idea with the campers?"

"Hey none of those girls had ever seen a prick before,
so I let them have their chance to see a real good
one."

"Those were all virgins?" She giggled as my prick
seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her ass.

"Well, they are for now. Who knows if they will be by
the end of camp." She slid up and down a bit on my
cock. "But before you get them, I have one more chore
for you to take care of."

"Your cunt?" I asked, hopefully.

"That, too, but I didn't think that was a chore, you
bastard!" She pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in
mock anger. "I need you to 'fix' one of the staff.
Diane. I don't know what's wrong with her."

I tried to picture Diane in my mind. All I got was a
faceless blonde with high thrusting knockers. I had
heard comments about a silicone job, but something
didn't match up with her personality and a boob job. I
also didn't recall her being one of the active
participants of my torture earlier that day. Or of her
coming in for an exam earlier. She was friendly enough,
cheerful, outgoing, well spoken. But not horny? Give me
a break. She was either tremendously self disciplined
or had a wire loose somewhere.

The Skipper was continuing, "I want you to spend some
time with her. As much as you need. I would suggest a
canoe trip across the lake, if you don't mind my
suggestions."

"You're all right with this?," I asked, still not
believing my luck or this woman's attitude.

"Do you love me?," she asked me quietly.

"Yes," I answered immediately. I didn't have to think
about it. It was true.

"Then I'm all right with it. Do what ever it takes,"
she instructed.

"But first, roll me over and fuck my ass off, will you,
sailor?"

Always obey the skipper, my training manual said. So I
did.

The next day after lunch I wandered down to the docks
to find Diane waiting for me with a back pack. A canoe
had already been loaded with food and a sleeping bag.
One bag. Diane stared at me hard and with a bit of a
look of distaste or loathing when she saw the single
bag, but said nothing. In fact, she actually sounded
cheerful and would have fooled me, but I had seen her
eyes. We loaded the rest of our gear in and took off.

About a mile into the trip, we both began to work up a
sweat. We took a break and took off our sweatshirts,
leaving me bare-chested and Diane in the tiniest bikini
top I had ever seen. She sure wasn't shy about showing
her body! She was extremely fair, as some blondes are,
and I leaned forward to rub sun screen on her
shoulders.

Just as I touched her I felt a twitch or a shudder, as
if she reflexively pulled away, but then she relaxed,
looked over her shoulder at me and gave me such a
smoldering look that I would have jumped her right then
if it hadn't been that all the pieces didn't fit right.
I grinned back at her, finished applying the sun screen
and indicated the far shore. I swear she looked puzzled
that I hadn't done anything.

We got to the far shore and found a beach and a nice
clearing. We pulled the boat up, unloaded our gear and
set up a small camp. I had left the sleeping bag in the
boat. When that was done, I unrolled a towel on the
beach, stripped to my bathing suit and called over my
shoulder as I dove into the cool water, "Last one in is
a rotten egg!"

She responded to the childish dare, stripped off her
shorts and joined me in the water. Her suit was not
meant for water and turned almost transparent, exposing
her charms to anyone who would look. But I didn't. OK,
I tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not
look at a near naked woman playing in the water with
you? I tried to studiously force myself to look
directly into her eyes when I looked at her. But it was
hard.

I had thought her top was small. Her bottoms almost
didn't exist. They were essentially a string around her
waist and a second string through her crotch with a
wide patch of thin cloth in the front. She was totally
naked underneath. The string had long ago buried itself
between her cunt lips and they were clearly visible as
she jumped and splashed in the water.

It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take
her up on her blatant offer. Somehow, I knew I had to
make her ask for it. Otherwise she would consider me
just another aggressive male.

When we got out of the water, I collapsed on my towel
in the sand and lay there soaking up the sun. I had my
head turned away from her, but I could tell by the
shuffling and rearranging that she was surprised we
were not doing the dirty deed. I grinned to myself. It
was like a game.

I don't know how long we lay there, but suddenly it got
dark. And wet. A sudden storm had blown in over the
lake and was sitting right on top of us. The backpacks
were waterproof and everything else but us and the
towels were undercover, but we were getting soaked. We
had just been in the water, but somehow this was
wetter.

I went over to the canoe and called Diane. I tipped the
canoe over and pushed her under it and then crawled in
behind her. It was quite roomy, but there was no way we
could lay there without touching. I spread the bench
cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag for a
pillow. We lay down side by side on the makeshift bed
and prepared to wait out the storm.

It didn't stop. It was finally too dark to go back that
night. We were stranded at the other end of the lake.

I think we finally got tired of not talking. I know
Diane was not a normally quiet person, and I have been
known to talk as well on occasion. I think it may have
started when she finally stopped avoiding me and put
her arm up around my neck. It wasn't in passion, but
for comfort. I grinned at her and leaned back and
closed my eyes. I think that was when she started
talking. I think she asked me why I hadn't done
anything to her. She knew what was going on at camp,
even encouraged her girls to take advantage of their
scheduled visits. So why had I not tried anything with
her?

I had to think about that one. I told her I got a sense
that she really didn't want me to do anything. She may
have expected it, she may have even accepted my
advances out of a sense of duty or obligation to
someone or to me, but I didn't think she really wanted
to have sex.

Why do they always cry? At least I knew I was on the
right track when I felt the salty drops falling on my
arm. But I had no idea how screwed up this young woman
was. Her story was simple, but devastating.

As a little girl, she had always wanted to be a
cheerleader. Her mother, also a beautiful woman, had
been a cheerleader in high school and had then gotten
married early and had Diane. As Diane developed into
the gorgeous creature she was, her mother encouraged
her and helped her as much as possible. Except for two
things.

The first was that, for some reason, Diane's mother was
convinced that the evidence of nipples showing was in
extremely bad taste and worse, wicked. So as soon as
Diane began to develop nipples her mother would put
tape on them before the games so they wouldn't show.
She began using heavier and heavier tape, which not
only caused Diane considerable embarrassment, but was
painful to remove. And it wasn't always successful. One
night, after a particularly rousing cheer, the dreaded
nipples popped through the tape. Diane's mother and
father had attended that game. Both of them came onto
the basketball court and dragged her home. She was
incredibly embarrassed by their actions.

When they got home, her mother locked her in her room
for about an hour and then flung open the door and
stormed into the room. She had made her take off her
sweater and bra and then her mom ripped the tape from
her breasts. She then held up two small cylinders. They
were about a quarter inch around and about a half inch
long. They were sections from wooden dowel. Her mother
pressed one of the dowels against her right nipple,
forcing it to invert on itself. She pushed until the
dowel was flush with the front surface of her breast
and then put a piece of tape over it to hold it in
place. She repeated the process with the other breast.

Diane was in tears. It hurt. Terribly. But her mother
said that this was the only way she could be a
cheerleader in public ever again. So she suffered
through it, finally getting so she would insert the
plungers herself before the games.

The second thing that her mother had done was to
instill in Diane an absolute fear of any and all
pleasurable, as is sexy, feelings. She had done this by
spanking not only her fingers, but her clitoris when
she was a little girl and had been caught exploring her
own body in the bath tub. Later, she had poured burning
hot water, not quite scalding, over her vaginal area
when she was older and had been caught diddling
herself. She had been caught ten times, until she
simply lost the urge to masturbate.

I, for one, was amazed at her persistence. I would have
quit after being burned once, maybe twice. But it did
confirm my suspicions that there was a passionate woman
hidden deep in this body beside me. Now, how to dig it
out?

"Diane, what can I do for you?," I asked into the
darkness. "What would you like me to do?"

"Nothing. Nothing works. It all feels like blah."

"Can I at least give it a try?"

She looked at me. "Why? Why bother?"

"Because I care about you. I hate to see you missing
this side of your life."

"What about Janet? I thought you cared about her."

'DANGER!DANGER! Dive! Dive!' went off in my head. I
answered carefully, but honestly. "I care about Janet
very much. But we both think I may be able to help
you."

"How? By fucking me up the ass? It doesn't work, I've
tried. No, thank you," she said bitterly.

"That was a cheap shot, Diane."

"Sorry. But I've heard that's what you like."

"I like all kinds of sex. Including anal. But only if
the partner is willing. Have you ever heard of me
forcing anyone?"

There was a long silence. Finally, "No. That's always
puzzled me."

We lay there a while. The rain still dripped on our
roof, the canoe, but we could hear the sounds of the
forest around us and the lapping of the waves on the
beach a few feet from our spot. It was surprisingly
warm in spite of the storm and we were both still in
our bathing suits.

"Chris, would you kiss me?"

I leaned over to kiss her and she turned her head away
from me. In the faint light I could see her flushed
cheeks.

"Not there. Down there."

Bingo! She had asked for something. I held myself in
check so I wouldn't seem to be rushing and began to
wander down her lovely body. I got to her chest and
nuzzled one of the swatches of cloth up and over her
breast, baring it to my lips. I suckled on her tit and
sucked out the wooden plunger. She was still wearing
them. I spit it out.

"Not there, either."

I moved over to the other tit. Sure enough, I sucked
another chunk of wood out of it.

"Lower. Stop teasing me."

I focused on her navel. She began to move, but
microscopically.

But it was movement.

"Lower. Suck my thingy."

"Your 'thingy'?," I asked her.

"My vagina and clitoris." She paused. "Suck my cunt!
There, is that what you want to hear?"

"Is that what you want me to suck?," I fired back.

"Yes, damnit! Now do it. Please?"

The last plea was done in such a voice I couldn't have
refused. And I had no intention of refusing. I lowered
my mouth to her cunt lips and immediately got my tongue
caught under her bikini bottom. I untied to two sides
and drew away the insignificant covering. I urged her
legs up and she slipped them over one of the crossbeams
of the canoe over our heads. It lifted her knees up and
out, spreading her wide open before me. I lowered my
mouth back down to her now exposed box and began to
feast.

I went slowly. Something told me I would be there a
while, but at that time I had no idea how long that
would turn out to be. Diane's cunt was dry. Well, not
dry, but not wet, either. As I licked and sucked and
poked and prodded she would occasionally sigh, but
other than that, there was no response. Occasionally
she would shift to another position to get comfortable,
but no response. But she never asked me to stop,
either. Of course, if I had been in her place with a
guy willing to eat my pussy all night long, I wouldn't
have asked him to stop. I guess.

Anyway, that was exactly what I did. I ate her all
night long. Of course, it didn't seem that long as I
was busy doing what I love almost more than fucking.
But first light came and we were still at it. The first
change came about 6:00 am. Suddenly, I got a reaction.

"Oohhh god, Chris, look!"

I raised my head. "What happened?"

"My nipple popped up! God, it feels so good!"

An hour later the second nipple popped up. They were
about an inch out from her firm breasts, standing stiff
and angry red in the morning light. She was staring at
them in amazement.

"I never thought I'd see them again." She spoke of them
as if they were her friends who had gone away. In a
way, they were.

"Diane, kiss them," I instructed her.

While I went back to work in her pussy, she did that
incredibly sexy move women do and cupped her breasts
and brought them up to her lips. Her pointed little
tongue sneaked out of her mouth and flicked against the
right nipple. She stiffened and arched her back. She
flicked her tongue against the left one and stiffened
again.

I had lifted my head when she stiffened the first time.
As I bent again to my task, I got a huge surprise. And
I do mean huge. Her clit had stiffened as well and
popped up. It was about the size of my little finger,
and it was a good two inches long or longer and about
as thick. It took a little convincing on my part to
myself that it wasn't a cock, and I sucked it into my
mouth. I got a little squeal. I sucked harder and
rimmed it with my tongue. I got a louder squeal. I
bobbed my head up and down on it, sucked it and nipped
it with my teeth. She came. A small, short, tiny
shuddering orgasm, but she did cum.

I licked up her flow of cum juice and began tongue
fucking her in earnest now. Even though my jaw was sore
and my tongue was beginning to ache, I kept going. At
eight o'clock she had her second orgasm. Still nothing
to write home about to Mom, but for her it was earth
shattering. When she finished trembling, she lay still.
I continued petting her cunt with shriveled fingers and
a tired tongue.

Suddenly, she lifted those strong cheerleader legs and
raised the canoe off of us and kicked it out of the
way. She grabbed my ears and pulled me up to her so we
lay face to face, with me on top of her.

"Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me now."

That was going to be easy to do, as when I had slid up
her body, my hard cock had partially penetrated into
her pussy. A slow thrust buried it in to the hilt.

Nothing.

I had expected some reaction. But she didn't even sigh
or anything.

I looked at her and it looked like she was gritting her
teeth.

"Diane, relax! I won't tell your mother if you enjoy
yourself. But don't quit on me now!"

She glared at me reflexively, defensive of my attack on
her mother. But then she smiled as she realized her
teeth were clenched. Her face softened.

"It's so hard to let go."

"I know. Take your time. I'm in no hurry."

"What about all those young girls who didn't get their
turns last night? Don't you want to get back to them?"

"And miss this?" I gave a sharp thrust into her cunt.
This time she gave an imperceptible groan. "Besides,
they'll just be hornier when we get back."

She gave a short laugh. "You're a baaad boy, Mr.
Mattson!" And then she started moving her hips to fuck
herself on my cock.

I have mentioned it takes me a long time, about two
hours, to orgasm and that I can stay hard between
bouts. So when I say I came three times, that
calculates out to a six hour fuck session. But by the
end of the six hours, she was beginning to come alive.
I heard moans and groans and she was beginning to
shriek when she came. But I was just about at the end
of my strength. I was thinking of renaming the camp to
Camp Raw-Raw-Raw.

When she pushed me off of her and rolled me onto my
elbows and knees, I didn't resist. When she kneeled up
behind me, it still didn't register. The slick finger
up my ass got me wondering what was going on, and when
she bellied up to my ass, I began to squirm. I wasn't
into this. I told her so. She told me she wouldn't tell
anyone, but that if I let her do me, she would let me
do her. I was still unsure, but by that time I felt the
slender shaft of her clit slide into my ass. She
groaned. It was too late. I was deflowered.

"Oh, God. That feels great! Ooohhh, you're so tight.
It's like you're sucking on it and squeezing it and OH
YEESSS!"

Diane didn't stop thrusting even as she came and it led
her to her next climax, and then again. Finally, she
leaned over my back, rubbing her now firmly erect
nipples into my straining back muscles. She reached
around and grasped my still hard cock. She had
lubricant in her hand and it was a tremendously good
feeling as she jerked me off while fucking my ass.

To say I didn't enjoy it wouldn't be true, but I didn't
think I would do it again. But the feeling of her hard
breasts pressing into my back and her hand slicking up
and down my prick only augmented the strange feeling of
being invaded from behind. It felt good, but I didn't
cum.

After her fourth or fifth building climax, she pulled
out. She knelt down as I had been and offered up her
ass to me. It was gorgeous. Full and round, her fleshy
orbs quivered with the spasms of her last orgasm. I
didn't have to be invited twice. I brought the head of
my rampant cock to her tiny tight pink orifice, and
pushed it in.

She grunted, but did not pull away. I stopped and
rested until I felt her begin to push back on the rest
of my shaft. I slowly eased forward. She expelled her
breath in a great big whoosh and began to immediately
lunge back and forth on my cock. Her head was whipping
her long blonde hair into a tangled frenzy. Her boobs
were jiggling like mounds of firm Jell-O. She fucked
herself for a while and then froze.

The whole forest got strangely quiet. Then I heard a
sound like I had never heard before. It started out as
a high pitched whine that slowly dropped in pitch like
the sound that the WWII bombs made when they fell from
the airplanes in the old movies. As the sound came into
normal range, it changed to a Whoop, Whoop, Whoop,
Whoop sound, each whoop rising in pitch at the end like
the song of the whooping crane. The whooping finally
faded and I realized that the sounds were coming from
Diane. And that she had just about squeezed my prick
off with that climax.

"Again, Chris. Do it again! That was great!"

The second time came sooner, but the noise she made was
the same. After this one she pulled off my prick.

"We'd better get back, Chris. It's getting late." She
was energized from her orgasms and looked as fresh as
when we had started out.

I looked at my watch. It was about three o'clock in the
afternoon. We still had about three hours to get back.
We loaded the canoe and pushed it into the water. I
started to get in the back as before, but Diane had
other ideas. She directed me to lay down on my back the
floor of the canoe with my legs up and over the sides.
She got in and straddled my cock, letting it slide up
into her cunt. She shoved off and began to paddle
towards the camp. With each stroke, she shifted the
paddle from one side to the other. As she shifted, she
would lift up on my cock and then plunge back down.
After a while she looked down at me.

"Well, don't just lay there, grab onto my tits!" Of
course, I complied. She paddled a bit longer and then
sang her climax song again. The canoe coasted for a
while. She panted, trying to catch her breath. I could
feel the tension leaving her body as she became more
and more relaxed after each cum. And she got more
energy.

She lifted up and let my cock slip out of her, and I
thought that was the end of it. But she reached down
and held me upright and then settled back down, this
time letting me slide up her shit chute. She turned and
paddled away from the camp this time, like a sail boat
would tack into the wind to make head way. She paddled
and fucked herself until she sang her song again, and
then she shifted me back into her cunt and paddled back
towards camp.

Back and forth we tacked all afternoon, the cries of
the falling bombs and whooping cranes resounding up and
down the hidden valley throughout the journey home. For
my part, I held on to those smooth orbs as long as I
could, but eventually gravity, the gentle rocking of
the boat as it meandered back to camp, and the lack of
sleep got the best of me. I must have passed out and
gone to sleep. Not the worst way to go, if I do say so
myself.

The bumping of the canoe against the dock roused me
slightly from my sleep and I looked up into the
concerned faces of the staff leaning over looking down
into the canoe at me. In my best Ricci Ricardo
impression I looked up at Janet and said' "Oh Lucy, I'm
hooome." And immediately went back to sleep.

Mission accomplished.


Chapter 6: Virgin Territory

I was out for a long time. I don't remember any
visitors that night, but I do have a vague recollection
of a soft, warm body or two cuddling next to mine in my
bed. Come to think of it, I don't remember getting out
of the canoe and into the bed. I was, however, rousted
out of bed every 6 hours for Diane's 'therapy'.

It seems that Diane's nipples re-inverted about every
six hours, and she needed to have sexual stimulation
reapplied to them or, more specifically, to her cunt.
Somehow the other girls, with a lot of helpful input
from Diane, decided that the best stimulation would be
in the form of a hard fuck. Now, normally I wouldn't
mind the horrible chore of having to boff a beautiful
woman four times a day, but there was a small, or
rather a large problem. My pecker was raw. Rubbed raw.

It hadn't been noticeable when Diane and I had been
fucking for 12 to 18 hours straight, but apparently,
her cunt juice acted like a skin softener and
moisturizer. Maybe that's why that part of a woman is
always so soft and tender. Ever hear of chapped cunt
lips? Or a crunchy one? Neither have I. But after
having been marinated in that delectable sauce for that
long and having been that active, the outer layer of
skin of my prick had been debrided and left the
subcutaneous nerve endings and blood vessels nearly
exposed. Kind of like jacking off with sandpaper, or so
I would imagine. So when they woke me up and began
licking and sucking on my cock to get it ready for her
therapy session, I screamed in pain and fainted dead
away.

My prick, however, single minded as it is, performed
great, but it did it without my participation. Diane
had to do all the work that first time, not that she
minded. The rest of the staff thought I was sleeping
and they were kidding Diane that she had worn me out.

Mock congratulations were offered and there was much
more kidding as they declared her the unofficial best
fuck in camp. Some asked her what it was like to screw
a sleeping man, some commented - jokingly - that she
must be a lousy lay to have me fall asleep while she
was in the saddle. It wasn't until she had slipped off
my member that they saw the blood. At first they
thought it was her, and checked her out thoroughly. But
there was no injury they could see and were about ready
to dismiss it when the staffer, Julie, I think, who was
cleaning me up, started yelling.

A few of the exposed surface vessels had burst. Nothing
serious, but you would have thought it was the end of
the world. Some of the girls started crying, one
started screaming hysterically. Only Julie and Janet
kept their heads. Julie kept cleaning me up and
discovered the minor, but messy, nature of the injury
and stopped the bleeding, while Janet cleared the room,
swearing the weeping and wailing women to secrecy and
silence.

There was as much chance of that happening as having an
annual snow sculpture contest in Malibu Beach, CA.
Within seconds it seemed the entire camp was gathered
around the dispensary, holding vigil. I heard later it
was quite lovely. Someone got the candles from the
dining hall. A guitar strummed softly. A quiet All-
American girl hoe down. Soft singing muffled the
occasional sobs of the heart broken. Very touching.

All sarcasm aside, I was deeply moved when I heard
about it. However, during the event the only thing I
remember is having a dream about falling bombs, wild
birds whooping and an incredible sucking vagina on my
penis. Pretty much my usual dream stuff.

Janet wrapped my stiff swollen cock in an oil rich
lotion to replace the lipids leeched out by the
extended marinating. She and Julie, and eventually some
of the rest of the staff, took turns swabbing and
soaking my penis in the healing fluid. In order to
expose as much of the roughened skin to the balm as
possible, they felt I needed to be fully erect. So they
gently stroked the shaft with their soft finger tips,
gently luring it to its full swollen length.

What my amateur nurses didn't, and couldn't know, was
that those were the very exact motions I used as an
adolescent to train my cock to hold off for two hours
before spewing my wad, and to come back to attention
almost immediately. And in my exhausted state, I must
have reverted to that age, because every two hours I
blasted off. Like clockwork. Like Old Faithful. It got
to be a contest to see which of the girls could catch
my jism in her mouth. I love a girl who really gets
into her work.

And every six hours, Diane came in for her therapy. The
second time, at twelve hours, there was almost a
mutiny. But Janet sided with her and Diane agreed to
hump me only until her nipples popped back out. Which
was, for her , too soon. She didn't get to get off, but
then, neither did I. After she had reluctantly un-
impaled herself from my rampant member, I was
scrutinized with extreme care by several pairs of hands
and eyes and at least one tongue. There was no visible
set back to the healing process and peace was soon
reestablished in the camp.

Later, when I heard that Janet had been willing to
sacrifice the possible well-being of my precious penis
for the benefit of a couple of inverted nipples, I
nearly got angry. But only nearly, because at the time
she told me, she was performing an incredible sexual
act on me, and anger would not have been appropriate or
appreciated.

By the time I got back around to thinking of it again
and bringing it up, she pulled that frustrating female
thing of looking at me with that look that says, "We
already discussed that. Don't drag up old issues." Some
day I'm going to figure out how they do that.

Except for the visits by Diane and the constant
stroking by the endless volunteers at my bedside, I was
left in peace for the next 36 hours. Which left me
fairly horny. I mean, all that fore play and only one
fuck every six hours. I had been used to a lot more and
was ready and raring to go. The first ones to help me
out of my pent up state were the two campers who just
happened to be stroking my prick when I finally felt
strong enough to fuck somebody. Or some thing. I really
didn't care in the state I was in.

I leaned over to kiss one of them, pulling her on top
of me. She saw the gleam in my eye and squealed. A
recent alumnus of the speed stripping class, she was
nude and settled on my prick before her partner knew
what was going on. The partner tried to push the first
camper off her perch, kind of a Queen of the Mountain
game, until I slipped a finger up inside her shorts.
She kind of froze in her tracks and got a glazed look
in her eyes. She was slower getting naked, being one of
the younger campers, but soon her smooth naked pussy
lips were being caressed by my lips, my tongue
skewering her and giving her a song to sing.

The song was soon heard all over the camp and a cheer
went up. It was a cheerleader camp, after all. That
night and the two nights thereafter the visitors came
in as before. Although they did seem more eager, if
that were possible.

But there was still the problem of Diane and her
nipples. No matter what they tried, they couldn't get
them to stay out. I had had a lot of time to think
about it and thought I had a solution. I talked to the
arts and crafts instructor, and described to her the
design of what I had in mind. She fired up her furnace
and soon I had a pair of odd shaped pieces of jewelry.
Her workmanship had been outstanding and when I asked
her how much it would cost, she said "Two hours," with
a wicked twinkle. I gave a big tip on top of the
payment. She deserved it.

When Diane came in for her 'therapy', Janet was there,
as always. I think she was getting jealous of the
regularity with which I was fucking Diane.

"I think I have a way to keep your nipples out, Diane,"
I said. I showed her the jewelry. They looked like two
small wide funnels with no drain spouts. Just a 3/8"
hole in the center with two small notches 180 degrees
opposed to each other. I fit them up to her tits, and
they fit exactly over her areolae, leaving the tiny
buds of her nipples exposed.

She looked at me curiously.

"How's that supposed to keep them up?"

With a wicked grin, I held up the second half of the
puzzle. Even Janet gasped as she saw what I had in my
hand. Two barbell piercing studs. But both of them
agreed it would work. And I could smell the scent of
cunt juice filling the office. Someone was excited
about piercing Diane's nipples and it wasn't just me!

Of course, before we could pierce them, we had to
capture them out in the open, so I gallantly
volunteered to go in after them. I took a circuitous
route, probing with my prick as far up her cunt as I
could shove it, trying to flush them out. The attempt
was laborious, requiring several advances and retreats,
but it was not in vain. The two future shish-kabobs
poked up nicely and Janet was able to grab a hold of
them and gently pull them out.

First she threaded the stiffened nipple through the
center hole of the small funnel, and pressed it firmly,
cupping the tip of Diane's tit in the concave ring.
Then she deftly pierced each one and inserted the stud,
sterilizing and cleaning thoroughly as she went along.
When she was finished, it looked as if Diane was
wearing tiny metal pasties.

We waited for an hour and the cure seemed to have
worked. The studs rested in the notches of the internal
rim and held the nipples proudly out. The only side
effect we could determine was that Diane seemed hornier
than normal. She drooled from both mouths, upper and
lower, had a glazed look in her eye, and had a mini-
orgasm with every fourth or fifth step.

I silently took a bet with myself that Diane would soon
take up jogging, which she did that next summer. Became
world class, too, but had a hell of a time getting
through the metal detectors in the airports on the way
to the international meets.

With the problem of Diane solved and camp routine back
to normal, it was suddenly the last week of the
training for the campers. Sandi, the administrator's
assistant, came up to me after dinner on the first
night of the last week. A big grin split her face. With
the makeup and clothes she was now wearing, she was
getting to be one of the hottest women in camp. She had
really come out of her shell. The smile just added to
her natural appeal.

"So. Is the mighty Mr. Mattson ready for tonight?," she
asked seductively.

The way she said it, I understood she was referring to
my prick as the 'mighty Mr. Mattson'. But I hadn't
heard a word about anything special going on. I grinned
back. "I'm always ready, Sandi, especially for you."

She blushed. Bright red. She still wasn't used to her
new erotic persona. It made her even more appealing.
"N-N-No-o. N-N-Not me tonight," she sighed,
disappointedly. "You haven't heard?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"The next three nights are for the 'new girls'."

I furrowed my brow. I had not heard the helicopter
bringing in any new girls. "New girls?," I asked.

Sandi blushed even deeper. She reached up and pulled my
head down so she could whisper in my ear. I could also
see right down her blouse at a set of cute firm mounds
of flesh and was going to reach up and touch the erect
nipple of one of them, but that thought actually left
my head as she whispered, "Yeah, 'new girls'. Virgins.
Tonight the visitors will all be virgins. New girls."

I nearly came right then. Three nights of virgin
territory. A pederasts wet dream come true. I noticed
Sandi looking at me with a funny look and this time it
was my turn to blush. I didn't need to , but I followed
her gaze down and I saw my cock, which had sprung up
iron hard at the thought of all those cherries. It had
found its way out over the top of my shorts, and
spurted a great big glob of sperm onto the bare flesh
just above Sandi's tits.

"Why, Thank you, Mr. Mattson!", she teased me, wiping
the creamy white fluid off her chest with her fingers
and then licking them clean. "I'd say he was ready,
wouldn't you, Janet?"

I whirled around. I had not heard Janet come up behind
me. She looked down and saw my exposure and watched
Sandi finish her special dessert. Gently, she took the
exposed part of my cock in her hands and covered it up
with them. She had to move her hands up and down
constantly to keep the whole thing covered completely
and conscientiously did her best to protect the campers
from seeing my exposure. "I asked you to keep this
under cover, Mr. Mattson," she said sternly. Her looks
and touch belied the tone of her voice. Her eyes were
dancing in the evening light, laughing at my obvious
excitement of the coming - or cumming - events of the
next three evenings. She was excited, too.

We separated when I could finally fit back into my
shorts. It took a while, because the fact that it was
Janet who was holding my prick in her tiny soft hands
was as arousing to me as the thought of all the cherry
picking. She didn't seem to be in any rush, either, and
kept up a patter of small talk about this and that for
quite a while. To this day, the only things I can
remember from that conversation are the feel of her
hands and the clear blue color of her eyes as they
gazed up into mine. For me, right then, nothing else
existed. She still teases me about it.

But I still react the same way whenever she holds me
like that.

Absolutely Pavlovian.

Back in the dispensary that evening, time dragged by. I
did the inventory in the clinic, bandaged a few knees,
wrapped a sprained ankle, and dried more than a few
tears. A normal evening. But my mind was elsewhere.
Torn between the thoughts of virgin twat and clear blue
eyes. Both of those thoughts kept my cock hard and
stiff, and elicited more than a few knowing giggles
from the dispensary patients. Apparently, everyone in
camp knew but me. Figured.

The first timid knock came at the door after an
eternity of waiting.

"Come in," I said softly. I caught a brief silhouette
against the hall light as a pair of figures slipped
into my room.

"Hello, sailor," came a familiar voice.

"Hello, Skipper. You're early tonight." The other
figure giggled.

I felt her move close to my ear. "I figured you might
like a witness that the girls were all here
voluntarily."

I grinned and whispered back, "Thanks. And this just
wouldn't happen to excite you, too, no?" A quick jab in
my ribs confirmed my suspicions.

"This is Kim, Mr. Mattson. This is her first time."
With that she turned on a small light above my bed and
melted into the deep shadows. I tried, but I couldn't
see her. Damn!

Kim stood shyly by herself at the edge of the pool of
light in a light blue short baby-doll nightgown. Top
only, no bottom, I noticed right away. She shifted
uneasily from one foot to another, and there was a
gleam in her eye.

"Hello, Kim. Why don't you come over here and sit down
next to me." I held out my hand to her and she took it.
She followed my soft tugs and sat gingerly down next to
me. Kim was one of the older girls. 16 or 17 years old.
I moved my arm and put it around her. She was
trembling.

"Kim, are you sure you want this?," I asked her.

""Uh-huh," came the reply.

"Well, if you want to stop at any time, all you have to
do is say so, OK?"

She nodded. I grinned.

"You need to tell me things out loud, how you're
feeling. I can't hear what you're thinking or feeling
if you don't tell me, OK? Now, did you under...."

My question was stopped as she launched herself into my
arms, wrapping hers around my neck and shoving her
talented young tongue down my throat. I took that to
mean she understood.

With her in my arms, I began to explore the eager young
body plastered to me. Smooth skin, but then, they all
had smooth skin. Her medium length hair was up off her
neck in a braid. I freed my mouth from hers and kissed
the exposed areas of her neck. I felt her shiver and
her arms tightened around my neck.

I encountered a shoulder strap with a bow on the top of
each shoulder. The satiny feel of her nightgown ended
with a ruffled just above her firm ass as my hands
continued down her back. I got her to relax her
strangle hold on my neck and laid her back on the bed
beside me. This allowed me to explore her front areas.
She was a vision and I took a moment to drink in her
youthful beauty.

The nightgown was fastened by a single bow in front of
her smallish tits. Her dark pink nipples were clearly
visible through the material, and it was obvious she
was excited. Or very cold in the middle of July. She
caught at my hand as I tugged at the bow, indicating a
slight hesitation on her part.

"Should I stop?," I asked softly.

"No. Please don't stop. I, uh, I'm just a little
scared."

As I pulled the inadequate covering away from her chest
with a firm tug, I leaned down and kissed her deeply. I
cupped and squeezed her firm rubbery tits until I felt
her relax and begin moaning into my mouth. I rearranged
myself along side her on the bed. She gave a small gasp
as she felt my swollen cock flop down across her leg.

"I-Is that your thing?"

"My what?"

"Your thing. You know, your penis?"

"Yes, it's my cock, my pecker, my prick, my John Henry,
the Mighty Mr. Mattson, among other names. No one calls
it a penis but my doctor."

"Oh." She giggled at the variety of names, especially
the last one.

I was still. Well, kind of. I had her tit in my hand
and I kept kneading it gently, but firmly. Her little
tits were firm and hard, but very sensitive, it seemed.
I felt them swelling up in my hand as her arousal grew.
But I waited for her to make the next move.

It took a minute or three, but gradually the burning
spot of contact on her thigh captured her curiosity and
her small hand slipped down and touched my now hard
prick. She had her eyes closed tightly as she gently
explored it and, as she tried to reach her hand around
it, I felt her catch her breath.

"Does it really fit in me?"

"Perfectly, Kim. It will fit perfectly."

I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked in a lonesome
nipple which was poking up at me, pleading for
attention. A shudder past through her body and she
grasped me a bit tighter and began stroking up and
down. A natural rhythm. I sucked and she stroked. The
excitement in her body grew. I felt her nipples harden
even more, one against my palm, the other in my mouth.

I switched teats. This brought another groan,
especially as the air chilled her moistened flesh. My
hand, now free, ventured down her flat stomach. I
trailed my fingers across the smooth surface, tracing
erotic patterns in the tiny hairs, dipping occasionally
into the depression of her navel. She was humming
unconsciously, and it was a tune I loved to hear.

I followed my fingertips with my tongue and began to
bathe her tummy with my saliva. The cooling of the
moisture brought goose bumps to her skin, roughening
the texture.

My free hand again ventured lower, this time to her
secret places. Her humming went up a note or two in
pitch and urgency and her breathing was a bit ragged
now. Her stoking hand became irregular in its up and
down motion and finally she abandoned altogether her
grip on my prick for one on the mattress as my
fingertips brushed across her clit. She stiffened and
cried out as a small taste of the orgasmic events to
come coursed through her slender frame.

"Oh!, Thank you, Mr. Mattson," she sighed.

I looked up at her now open eyes, tiny tears leaking
from the corners of them. "Are you finished? Should I
stop?," I asked her.

"You mean I can I have more than one? I didn't know. It
felt so good.

I don't want you to stop. Please go....OH! OH! OH!"

She was rudely interrupted by my finger on her clit
again, this time with a bit more pressure. I grinned to
myself at her innocence. And got back to work. One more
step, and she would not refuse me her virginity, no
matter how big she thought my pecker was. I lowered my
mouth to her smooth hairless pussy lips and breathed
deep. She smelled fresh and young, but with a
distinctive fragrance of musk. I love that ready to
fuck scent a young girl gives off.

Her eyes were closed tight again after her last mini-
climax, and she was not aware of my intentions until
she felt my tongue begin to wiggle its way past her
cunt lips and up into her pussy. At first her hands
moved listlessly down as if to push my head away and
she protested quietly, saying that she was dirty down
there, etc. Then the feelings from her awakening cunt
shorted out her reason and her knees automatically
snapped up to her tits, opening herself up to my
tongue, my fingers and, eventually, my cock.

She was mine.

I built up her tension level by eating her delicious
cunt for quite a while. By the time I was done, she was
delirious with passion, far past any point of return.
Her young body was wound like a spring, waiting for the
big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't.
Each climax went a little higher and left her a little
higher. She was throwing her head back and forth on my
pillow and gripping the sheets with her hands. Her hair
had become unbraided from her orgasmic thrashing and
fell softly around her shoulders. She looked beautiful.
Delicious. Fuckable. I judged she was ready.

I knelt up between her legs. She sensed my movement and
opened her eyes.

She had a look of desperation in them.

"Please. Do me. Please. Don't tease me any more. Do me.
Now! Fuck me, Mr. Mattson."

What can I say? When they ask me so nice, I can't say
'No", can I?

I did her.

The fat tip of my cock lodged up against her pussy
lips. I let it rest there impatiently while the
lubrication from her pussy coated it. A gentle push
opened the portal and the head of my cock forged into
the tight canal. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her
tissues staining to adapt to the seeming monster
invading her pussy. But she did not tell me to stop. I
doubt if I could have at that point.

Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow
her cunt to close around the rim of my cockhead. Again
I stopped for a moment to let her adjust. It also
allowed the barrier membrane a little further up her
canal to begin to tear loose a bit because of the
stretching. Another gentle nudge forward, and the tip
of my cock was resting against her now dangerously thin
hymen. I waited patiently for her to get comfortable,
and as I waited I felt the membrane give way, not with
a rip, but with a sigh. She arched her back with a
small gasp and slowly but determinedly slid herself
down on my cock, easily accepting about three quarters
of it inside her.

She had felt no pain. I placed my hand down between us
and grabbed onto the base of my cock. I didn't want to
go too deep into her this first time. I could also use
my thumb to rub her clitoris, keeping her in a mindless
fucking state for the duration of our coupling.

When she realized I was knee deep into her, she went
wild. I never moved from my knees, never had to jerk or
thrust. Some of her moves were a bit unexpected and
unusual as this was her first experience, but this kid
was a natural born wild woman. The only parts of her
anatomy not in motion were her neck and shoulders and
they were the only things touching the bed.

Everything else was a tornado of action, whipping her
cunt up and down on my cock. She started screaming as
she hit the big one, but she didn't stop moving. My
thumb wouldn't let her as I kept up a constant circling
motion right on her sensitive nubbin. Her actions
increased, if anything, and she went over the top
again, this time fainting dead away with a sharp
scream. Her body refused to obey her mind, however, and
her cunt muscles kept a firm, almost painful grip on my
cock.

She slowly came back around and hugged me tight around
my neck, her lithe body wracked with sobs.

"That was wonderful. I didn't think I could get it all
in me." she sobbed into my ear. "I feel so good. God,
is my boyfriend going to be surprised when I get him
into the back seat."

I hated to tell her she hadn't taken in the whole
thing. I had never met a girl or a woman who could on
their first time. I'm just too big. But after I told
her I didn't go all the way in, she didn't seem to
mind. In fact, she seemed more determined to take it
all the next time. Whenever that would be.

She left with a wet kiss and a sexy, "Thank you, Mr.
Mattson." I was already looking forward to her next
visit. The last three inches always surprised them, and
I loved the look on their faces as they stuffed
themselves like gluttons at a buffet. Pure ecstasy.

The light flicked out, and I was lost it the sudden
darkness.

"God, I wish you had been my first. But I think you may
have spoiled her for life." The Skipper slipped down
onto the bed beside me, finding her way in the dark by
soft gentle touches.

"Would you rather I hurt her?"

"Oh, no! But she is going to compare the next couple of
lovers she has to you, and, unless their name happens
to be Clark Kent, they won't be equipped like you. I
hope her boyfriend doesn't disappoint her too much.
You're almost too good, sailor."

"Hey, I'm just an average guy doing the best I can."

A sharp jab in the stomach registered her disbelief of
that statement.

"You're far from average, sailor," she said softly,
almost to herself. Then, with a short shake of her
head, as if bringing her back to reality, she got up
off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She brought
back a wet rag and a towel to dry with.

"Here. Clean up. It's nicer for the new girls if you're
clean for them. They're nervous enough without having
you smell like the previous girl."

I began to clean up, getting ready for the next one. I
sensed her waiting, tapping her foot unconsciously as
she stood there in the dark. "Is there a rush? How many
new girls are there?"

"If you do them all like Kim, you'll almost make it.
There are six new girls."

"Oh, OK. So, two tonight, two tomorrow and two the next
night. That should be easy."

"Wrong, sailor. Six tonight, six tomorrow night and six
the next night. And I'm going to get mine each night,
too. I'm so horny right now I can hardly keep from
jumping you."

I shook my head in disbelief. Eighteen. Eighteen
virgins. I didn't think there were that many over the
age of 12 years old in the whole of California, much
less good looking ones, much less just the LA area.
Well, there would be 18 fewer by the time camp was
over.

Grinning, I reached out and found the Skipper. Her
tight body was covered in a light shirt which I ripped
off of her in a single jerk and I proceeded to take
just about every liberty with her I could without
penetration. She just stood there and let me, helping
me, encouraging me, urging me to violate her any way I
could and wanted to. So I did, and by the time I was
done, we were both gasping for breath. Finally, I
pulled her to me and I kissed her hard and vicious. I
was tired of this fucking cat and mouse game.

She melted into my arms, her resistance gone. I could
have done anything to her at that moment, including
turning on the light above my bed and establishing her
identity. I knew it. She knew it. She knew I knew it.

But I didn't do anything. To this day I don't know why.
I gently sat her tight naked butt on my knee, pulled my
fingers out of her cunt and asshole, brushed the hair
away from her sweaty face with my lips and tenderly
licked the tears trickling from her eyes.

"Better see who's next," I told her. "You know I can't
fuck you if it gets too light in here." She gave a
small sob. "And Skipper, I need to fuck you. Bad!"


Chapter 7: The Party

Three nights later there were 18 fewer virgins in the
greater LA area. Well, 17, technically. On the second
night, one of the younger girls had stopped me just shy
of that final nudge which would have disintegrated her
maidenhead.

Muffy (yes, that really was her name!) had cried out
"Stop!" in mid stroke and the Skipper was on me faster
than an 18 year old virgin male ejaculates. I hadn't
realized how strong she was until she actually lifted
me bodily off of the girl, who wasn't struggling.

Muffy was lying quietly, tears streaming down her
cheeks. The Skipper quickly checked and confirmed she
was still intact, and breathed an audible sigh of
relief. She began to comfort the small girl, stroking
her forehead and cheeks with the back of her hand. The
girl reached up and caught her hand with hers and
brought it to her lips and softly kissed it. Then she
launched herself at me in the dark, finding her target
like a Patriot missile over Tel Aviv. She wrapped her
small arms tightly around my neck, her tears dropping
onto my bare shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mattson," she said softly.

"That's OK, Muffy," I answered. "It's nothing to be
sorry about, though. I wouldn't want to do anything you
didn't want to do." Since I wasn't balls deep inside
her pussy, I felt I could lie with impunity. The female
lie detection system was disabled, so to speak.

"Oh, but I wanted to! I really do! I'm just sorry that
I couldn't let you break through it and really fuck me
good. I want to soooo bad. But Daddy will check for it
as soon as I get home and if it was gone, he would get
real mad and not let me come back next year."

"He'll check it?" asked the Skipper. I could hear the
incredulous expression that must have been on her face
in her voice.

"Yeah. He gives me 'examinations,' as he calls them. He
bends me over the back of the couch, lifts my skirt up
over my head and pulls down my panties around my
ankles, sometime all the way off. Then he thoroughly
examines my bottom, checking for 'hot spots' with his
lips and tongue. He says those are the most sensitive
areas of skin he has and that he can tell if I have
been messing around or been bad."

I couldn't see the Skipper's face in the dark, but it
must have been showing as much amazement as mine at
Muffy's tale. But I had to keep reminding myself that
this was her father, someone she trusted. She believed
he was doing what he was doing for her own good, for
the simple reason that he had said so. She had had
nothing to compare his behavior to, at least, not yet
anyway, as she was just in Middle School. I shook my
head in continued disbelief as she continued.

"First he rubs his hands all over my butt, real gentle
like. He draws circles and traces the shape of my panty
lines and bikini bottoms. It kind of tickles and it
makes me itch down there in my cunny. Sometimes he does
it for a real long time. He says that that's supposed
to show if anyone has touched me back there. I think he
just likes to play with my ass. I'm not supposed to
look back at him, but keep my eyes closed, but once I
peeked.

"He was standing just behind me off to the side,
rubbing my ass with one hand. His other hand was inside
his robe, and it was moving really fast. The robe fell
open and I saw his hand wrapped around his pee-pee. It
was a little bigger that Bobby's, and all red and
purple, but it was a lot smaller than yours, Mr.
Mattson! A lot smaller!" She giggled. "That's how I
know he just like to play with my bottom cheeks."

"After he gets done with his hands, he brings his face
down next to my bottom and feels it all over with his
lips. By now I'm really wet between my legs and he uses
his fingers to spread it around my upper thighs and
over my butt. Daddy says he can sense where the nasty
boys have touched me better with his lips. But he can't
really, because Bobby really likes my ass, too, and
Daddy couldn't tell."

"Since he can't get his lips inside my ass crack, he
uses his tongue in there. That makes me tingle even
more, and I usually get really wet, especially when he
tries to stick it where you are now. He always yells at
me that I am going to make a mess on the couch, but I
can tell he isn't mad. Then he licks up all the juice,
sticking his tongue all the way up inside me. That's
when he checks to see if I'm still a virgin. With his
tongue.

"His licking me down there really makes me even more
excited. One time a little while ago he touched my
crazy button down there and I got so excited something
happened. I got a really big light in my head and my
body just tensed up, kinda. I got so tense I farted
right in Daddy's face, and some of my shit went right
in his mouth. I heard him groan real loud, that time. I
thought he would be angry and Daddy pretended to be
mad, but I saw afterwards that he had shot his stuff
onto the backs of my legs and all over the back of the
couch.

"I didn't know what that white stuff was on the back of
my legs until a couple of days later when I was with
Bobby from next door and he showed me what happens when
a boy shoots off. Daddy always keeps me bent over the
couch for a long time, until he groans. Daddy pays a
lot of attention to my clitty each time now and I get
off a bunch of times. It seems to make him really
excited when I cum, because he almost always groans at
the same time. Then I know he is done with the
examination."

All this time Muffy had been sliding her tight
forbidden cunt around and around the head of my stiff
cock. It was driving me crazy. Occasionally, she would
press the shaft between her cunt lips and slide all the
way down to the base and back up. This usually caused
her to stutter and stammer, what with all the direct
stimulation to her clit.

Gradually she had lubricated my entire dick with her
cunt juice. I held onto her spongy tight little ass
cheeks which had been so well examined by her father
and let her move as she wanted. Suddenly, in the middle
of a sentence, she lifted up and tilted her pelvis
towards me. She settled her tight little ass hole over
the tip of my monster cock and let herself slowly be
impaled on it. She kept a death grip around my neck. So
I kept one on her ass. Fair's fair!

"I'm still sorry you can't fuck me in my cunt. But will
you take my virginity in my other hole, Mr. Mattson?
Would that be OK? I know it's not the real thing, but
do you mind? I always wanted to try it that way, too.
That way I can say I'm not a virgin anymore, but Daddy
won't know. OK, Please, please, please?"

I sat there silent with my mouth hanging open. I didn't
trust myself to say anything. Of course, I had a tiny
lemon-sized tit sucked all the way in it, too, so
anything I said would have been muffled. This luscious
12 or 13 year old was already half way down my cock,
stuffing it into an extremely warm and wonderful place,
and she was asking me if it was OK? "HELL, YES," I
wanted to shout. But she was dead serious, and I didn't
want to embarrass her by laughing, which was my next
impulse. I also didn't want to give up sucking her tit.

Fortunately the Skipper stepped in and saved the day.
Or night. "This time is for you, Muffy. You don't have
to do anything at all. Mr. Mattson and I would never
say anything to anyone about what happens here. You
just do what you feel like."

Apparently, she felt like getting fucked up the shit
chute, because shortly thereafter she was down to the
root of my cock. Muffy was the only new girl to get all
10" the first time. That alone made her stand out. Her
seeming lack of distress at being crammed so full was
another thing that made her time with me that night
memorable. As she started to lift herself up and down
on me, she took an arm from around my neck, grabbed one
of my hands and placed it over her cunt, in between us.
Then she re-attached herself to my neck. I made a fist
with my hand and let her rub her clit up and down
across my knuckles. She seemed to enjoy that a lot. She
finally continued her story. Her voice quivered a bit
more now, though.

"Last year Daddy began to examine my boobies, too.
Once, when he spent so much time taking the temperature
of my nipples with his lips, I was sure he had found
out that Bobby next door had been sucking on them that
afternoon. But he didn't say anything, just that he
would really have to keep a good eye on them for a
while. He did seem real concerned about the lines my
bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one
around the house. Only a T-shirt and some panties.

"Then he took me shopping and bought me some special
shirts to wear. They were real tight and made of a very
thin material. They rub up against my nipples and make
them stand out. I feel sexy when I have them on. I
think he likes to look at me when I wear them. And now
I don't even wear panties around the house. Daddy has
his robe on all the time now at home and likes to
examine me all the time, but especially at night time
just before bed after my shower. And now he examines me
in his bed, so I won't make a mess on the couch. I have
to get up on
my knees and lay my head down on the mattress. I get
goose bumps all over and get really wet in my cunny
just kneeling there with my ass up in the air. It feels
so naughty."

This last statement caught me by surprise. Did she know
her Daddy was a pervert? As she continued her story,
interrupted only by her groans and grunts from her
exertions sliding herself up and down on my pole, she
answered my question.

"I know now what he has been doing. I have for a couple
of months, maybe longer. I'm not really stupid, you
know, but I was only 5 when he started the
examinations. And I really like them, too, so I don't
want him to stop or get in trouble. I get tingly and
all wet between my legs and he makes me cum all the
time now. But I wish he would just fuck me and get it
over with. I love my Daddy, but I want to start to fuck
other guys, too. But as long as he checks with his
tongue I don't dare." She paused, and sighed.

"Just before I came to camp I almost got him to plug
me. He was doing his examination of my butt on his bed
and had kneeled up behind me. I felt his pee-pee on my
butt. I know that was it, because his hand was wrapped
around it and he was slapping it, kinda like, on my
ass. I don't think he knew he was hitting my butt. It
didn't hurt. It felt hot and it felt good. I jiggled my
butt around all of a sudden and he must have let go to
grab at it to keep his balance, because all of a sudden
I felt his thing between my legs right at the entrance
to my hole.

I sort of leaned back and it slid right up inside me,
but he got scared and started shaking. I think he
spurted up inside me, too, because I was awful wet that
night. He must have sucked most of it out later,
because when he check with his tongue, I was still a
virgin. But next time I'm going to trick him. I'll tell
him he can check me better if I'm bending over him with
him on his back. Then I'll trip and fall or something
and land right on his pee-pee. But you can bet, one way
or another I'll come back next year and fuck you good.
OK, Mr. Mattson?"

She shuddered with her final climax from the ass
fucking and from my knuckles rubbing on her clit, got
up, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thank you,
Mr. Mattson" in that sing-song seductive way little
girls have. How she walked out without cramping, I'll
never know.

The Skipper leaned over silently and handed me a wet
rag to clean up. Then she whispered, "If you want to
order in a gag or two for next year, I'll understand,"
and then burst into a quiet fit of laughter.

So, you see, technically speaking, there were only 17
virgins less after camp.

Three days and three fuck-filled nights later the last
helicopter full of campers lifted off, leaving the
staff waving at the retreating machine. There still
remained several days of hard labor cleaning up the
camp and getting ready for the next session. The days
passed in a blur of activity as I was assigned to a
different staffer each morning and afternoon.

Somehow the tasks I was assigned to help with were
never that long and left plenty of time for other
activities. Such as fucking. I always asked if they
wanted to do something else, like go for a walk, just
talk, cuddle, anything. They only wanted to fuck. Being
the gentleman that I am, I bowed to their wishes and
desires and fucked their brains out. You know, it never
got boring, either, doing the same thing day in and day
out.

The evenings weren't boring, either, as the visits
continued. But I noticed the bodies in bed with me were
a bit more mature, and there seemed to be something a
bit more urgent about their lovemaking, as if they were
anxious for me to cum with them. The visitors now also
wanted to do a lot more kissing and holding than the
campers had done, and liked sex in different positions,
rather than just sitting on my cock and playing bronco
buster. Most liked the missionary position and made me
take it slow and steady. But they all, without
exception, wanted it doggie style, too. That way they
really groaned and I could get really deep inside them.
I asked the Skipper about the differences in their
behavior, as I noticed she was behaving the same way.

"I'm not sure. Maybe because it's finally sunk in that
this is coming to an end, and they're going to have to
go back to their normal lives and not get laid as well
or as regularly as they have here." She snuggled in
close and held on to me tight.

"Is that what you're feeling, Skipper?"

She didn't answer me, but I felt the hot tears on my
chest. Her sadness touched me deeply and I resolved to
try to make her happy. A hour later her ecstatic
screams filled the night air. At least she had
forgotten her sadness for a while.

Sandi and Diane approached me after dinner on the last
evening. Tomorrow we would all be ferried back to
civilization. All the work had been done, and there was
a lighter mood among the others I couldn't quite put my
fingers on. As usual, I was the last to know.

"We'll see you at 7:30 for the costume party, OK?"
Diane said.

"Party. What party?" I was right. The last to know.
Again.

"Every session the staffers have a blow-out party to
celebrate the end of camp. It's fun! Don't worry about
a costume," Sandi giggled, "I have already arranged for
it."

"Will it fit me?"

The two visibly struggled to keep from laughing
hysterically. Finally, Sandi managed to get out "It
will fit. Just meet us at the door to the practice hall
at 7:30." The two burst out in laughter as they walked
away, having to stop several times to lean up against
the wall for support.

I met them promptly at 7:30 in front of the huge
practice hall. They were both drunk, or at least real
tipsy, which surprised me, as Janet was a real stickler
for the no alcohol rule, and I didn't think there was
any in camp. But there apparently was a cache hidden
somewhere, and it had been well depleted by these two.
They were also both completely naked and had a hand in
each others pussy. My presence didn't seem to embarrass
them at all as they continued to plow each the other's
furrow with busy fingers.

"Wellll, Hellllo Mishter Mattson. I hope shyou are -
OH, OH, OH, YES!!!! Damn tha' was a good one, Sandi.
You have magic fingers, lover." Diane shuddered, shook
herself, and then continued. "I hope you are feeling
well tonight. You are going to be the guest of honor,
did shyou know tha'?" She giggled and then kind of slid
down the wall into a twitching heap on the floor as
Sandi's fingers had worked their magic again.

Sandi looked down at Diane, grinned, licked her fingers
clean and then grinned up at me. "I never did it with a
girl before," she whispered in a loud voice. "Before
this afternoon, that is." She just kind of stood there
swaying, lost in her own world. I was tempted to just
let her stand there swaying, as it was a lovely sight
with her perky little boobs jiggled just a little with
each change of direction. But I was curious about the
party.

"About the party, Sandi. Do you have my costume? I
don't see anything."

Both girls thought this was hilarious. After several
minutes, after Diane had struggled back to her feet,
they silently brought their other hands, the dry ones,
out from behind their backs, where they had kept their
surprise hidden. I thought they had been diddling their
ass holes, but Diane had a blindfold, and Sandi had a
pair of handcuffs.

"Thash it!" Diane announced. "I think i'ul fit, huh,
lover?" She doubled over laughing, her metal capped
boobs bobbing wildly. Apparently, this action sent her
over the top as she collapsed into a twitching heap
again, moaning and rubbing her own cunt.

I looked at Sandi, who seemed more sober. "That's it?
Kind of kinky, isn't it? Where did they come from."

She looked right at me with her blurry eyes. "They're
mine. I use them sometimes." She gradually realized
what she had said, and began to blush, even as drunk as
she was.

"Why, Sandi, you never cease to amaze me." She just
grinned. "So what's really going on tonight?"

"A party. But it's special because of you. All the
girls know you don't have anywhere to go after camp, so
tonight you get to pick who you want to stay with."

I had wondered what I was going to do after the camp
was over, but I figured I would work that out as I went
along. I was really hoping that Janet would arrange
something. Apparently she had, but not like I wanted.
Typical Janet.

"I pick you, Sandi."

"Can't, lover boy. My husband wouldn't understand." She
giggled again. "I'm going to have enough explaining to
do as it is, don't you think? He always wanted me to be
more sexy. Boy, is he going to get his wish, and then
some. Thanks to you, Mr. Mattson." That last softly
spoken sentence was direct not to my face, but to an
area just below my belt, which she was busily undoing.

"Then I pick Janet," I continued.

"Doesn't work that way." My shorts slid down my legs. I
kicked them off. "You have to pick the girl during the
party."

"OK. Let's go in." I started towards the door. I
stopped short when she firmly grasped my balls. It
didn't hurt, but I'll be damned if I was going anywhere
without them.

"Doesn't work that way, either," she said. Diane looked
up and saw my cock jutting out, got to her knees and
began to suck on it. "You have to wear that" - she
pointed at the blindfold - "and these," she held up the
handcuffs. "Whoever you pick to go home with, that's
it. We all agreed. Everybody but me and Diane are in
the contest. You can only use your mouth and your
thingy to identify who you pick."

I thought about it. "I have some questions, Sandi,
before I agree to this hair-brained idea. First, will
the girls have clothes on.?"

"You'll be wearing more than anybody with the blindfold
and cuffs," she answered.

"OK. Next, I know why you can't let me go home with
you. But why not Diane? I just might have picked her,
given what she is doing to my cock right now." I looked
down at Diane as I spoke, but kept my hand behind her
head so she couldn't let me out of her mouth. Her eyes
were closed and she had a dreamy expression on her
face. The only indication that she had heard me was an
impish wrinkling of her nose accompanied by a slight
squeeze of my balls with her soft hand.

"Diane thought it would be too easy for you to identify
her. She had the biggest boobs in the camp and they
have metal tips. Kind of a dead give-away. So she
volunteered to be on the cleanup team with me."

"Cleanup team?" I asked. This was getting more and more
confusing.

"Yeah. She will clean up you after each girl, and I get
to clean up the girls." She blushed as deep as I had
ever seen her at that.

"Planning on enjoying it, are you, Sandi?" I teased
her. For the first time since she had come out earlier
in the camp, she started to withdraw into her shy shell
again. I reached over to her and gently grabbed one of
her aroused nipples. And squeezed firmly as I used it
to pull up close to my side. She gasped, trying to
catch her breath. Leaning down, I kissed her nose.

"It's all right, Sandi. Enjoy it. But make sure you
don't forget about me tonight. Maybe you and Diane
could trade off...?" She nodded. "Now, two more
questions. Do you have the keys for these things?" I
indicated the handcuffs.

"Oh. They're a trick set, only for show." She showed me
how they worked by clicking them on herself behind her
back and then releasing them in a very practiced
manner. I grinned at her and she blushed again. She had
used them a lot.

"OK. Last question. Is Janet one of the contestants?"

That sobered her up. I was serious and she knew it.
"Yes," was all she said.

"Then let the party begin!" I said. I took off my shirt
and let her put the cuffs on my wrists behind my back.
I tried to find the secret of getting them off, but I
couldn't. Sandi had used them a lot! Diane got up off
the ground to place the blindfold over my eyes. I bowed
a bit to let her reach up. It also gave me a great view
of her gorgeous tits as they flattened slightly as she
raised her arms. She noticed me looking and took her
time. Grinning at me, she finally put it in place over
my eyes. It was a good one. It was comfortable and I
couldn't see a thing. I heard the doors open and we
walk in, one beautiful naked girl guiding me on each
arm. My 10" prick lead the way.

A silence settled over the room. Then one of the girls
whistled. Lewdly. Others joined in, and soon we were
marching into the party to the tune of a raunchy band.
I was slowly paraded blindfolded through a gauntlet of
female flesh. Hands caressed my chest and ass as I
passed, but no one touched my prick. Honor among
thieves, I guess.

After several minutes, I was gently guided to a stop
with my knees up against a platform of some kind. I
kind of sensed the others gathered around. What ever
was going to happen was going to happen in front of a
crowd. Never one to shrink from a challenge, my cock
grew even harder and began to rise from the
perpendicular on its own. That only happened on special
occasions. Like with Janet.

"This is the first one. Oh, they picked numbers by
lottery, in case you wondered. Good luck." Sandi gave
my rising cock a gentle squeeze and urged me up onto
the platform on my knees. As I crawled forward I met a
pair of legs, one on each side of my knees. I grinned.
Bending over, I brought my mouth unerringly to a moist
opening between two longs legs. And knew instantly who
it was.

I hadn't realized how individual each camper's aroma
was because I had always had the use of my eyes. But
subconsciously I had been cataloging each one by
several attributes. One of which was the taste and
smell of cunt juice. And this one had a slight taste of
cinnamon and brought to mind a scene in the rec room. I
had been shooting pool by myself one afternoon when I
felt a body, a very firm body, pressing up against mine
as I leaned over the table.

I took my time with the shot - I missed - but all the
while getting a tremendous back rub with a pair of
small firm tits. And a ball massage by a pair of very
inventive hands. It felt so good I just stayed in
position for several minutes. Gradually, this limber
creature wound her body around mine, legs entwined with
mine and maneuvered her body under mine so she was
laying on the pool table. The dark green felt
highlighted the Nubian skin tones of her naked body as
she continued massaging my prick with her supple feet.

Not a word had been said. I slowly made my way down her
body with my mouth, dwelling on all the soft firm
curves, bumps, nubbins and depressions until I met the
soft tissues of her secret areas. And smelled cinnamon.
It was a glorious cunt, more versatile than most. She
demonstrated some of her talents for me after we were
satiated.

Sitting on one of the corner pockets, she had spread
her legs along the bumpers. And had me shoot a couple
of billiard balls at her cunt, which she caught with
her wide open lips and swallowed up inside her. Both of
them. She said they acted like Ben-Wah balls, only
bigger. She stood on the table a danced a sexy dance,
bringing herself off a couple of times in the process.
I was astounded. I knew they stretched to accommodate
large objects, but that was bigger than I thought. I
probed her afterwards, and she was as tight as before,
if not tighter. Amazing.

Blind folded, I caressed that amazing cunt with my
tongue. You'd never think a guy's cock could get up
inside that tight hole, much less a couple of billiard
balls. I spent a long time licking and then, when she
had cum at least once, slid up her body so I was laying
on her with my cock fully embedded in her cunt.

"Hello, Cue Ball," I whispered in her ear after I had
rocked on her pelvis for a while. I didn't want to give
away my secret.

"Oh, shit. How did you know?"

"Nobody has a pussy as long and tight as yours. But,
you know, as good as you are, I can't pick you.
Understand?"

She hugged me tight and sighed as she used me to get
off one more time.

"I know. We all know. It's Janet, isn't it?" she
whispered in my ear.

I nodded and gently kissed her. She rolled out from
under me and squealed as Sandi began her cleanup. It
didn't sound as if she was stopping her, either. Sandi
had made another friend, I guess. In the meantime,
Diane was thoroughly cleaning me off. When she was
satisfied I was clean, which was a long time after I
would have stopped, the next girl straddled my cock.
And then the next. And the next.

All 24 of them, including the cook, who, against the
stereotype, had one of the leanest bodies in camp. In
fact, she was the one I didn't identify by smell. Her
body was like a young boy's: No flared hips, no thin
waist, no tits. Her musculature was firm. But she was a
hell cat on my cock. And her pussy had little bumps
inside it that made fucking her a unique experience.
But she hated cunnilingus. So I never got near her
cunt.

I had thought I would recognize Julie by the noise she
made when she came, but I found she had a ball gag in
her mouth - probably another of Sandi's toys - which
kept her quiet. The girls were getting devious.

But as I finished fucking and identifying the last of
the 24, I still had not identified Janet -or the
Skipper, who I was almost convinced positively was, in
fact, Janet.

"Well, who do you pick?" Sandi asked me. She had
cleaned up about 3/4 of the girls and had taken to
diluting any juices on my cock with her own when she
cleaned me. Of course, she had to apply the juices
directly from the source, and got fucked in the
process, which she obviously and vocally enjoyed. Diane
saw what she was doing and follow suit. It delayed the
contest a little, but no one seemed to mind.

"I can't pick yet. I haven't met all the contestants."

"Are you sure? How do you know? You're blindfolded."

"Believe me, I know. Now, quit playing around and get
her up on the platform."

"Her? Her, who?" she asked innocently.

"Janet. Janet Crandell. I want to fuck Janet Crandell.
Now!" I exploded at her. "NOW!, DAMN IT NOW!" Cutesy
was fine but I had had enough foreplay. I was just
getting into being angry when I felt a soft hand on my
arm.

"What's the matter, sailor, don't you like the game?"

I melted. "Uhh, Hi, Skipper." I paused, aware that 26
others were watching. "Did you just get here? I missed
you. Are you going to take your turn now?"

"Do you want me to? I thought by now you would be tired
of doing it with me."

"Never. Don't ever think that. No one could take your
place in my heart."

"Dangerous talk with witnesses, sailor. Almost sounds
like a commitment to me." Several voices assented with
her.

Did I want to say it out loud? With witnesses? What the
hell, yes! I got down on one knee and the room got very
quiet. I couldn't see a thing, but a gentle familiar
hand on my prick pivoted me in another direction. I
hoped I was facing her. I leaned forward and located
two familiar firm breasts. I kissed each nipple
lightly. As I was doing this, Sandi undid the handcuffs
freeing my hands. I let them hang loose by my sides.

"Skipper, I pick you. Forever." I paused. "If you'll
have me."

I felt the blindfold being eased up off of my eyes. The
lights in the huge hall were very dim, but even so, it
took a little time for me to adjust to the
illumination. And what I saw were a pair of clear blue
eyes and I knew I was lost. Forever.

"I'll have you, sailor," said the Skipper/Janet.
"Forever." She hugged me tightly. "But first, we have
to discuss a full time contract with you for the rest
of this year and next year. You did want to come back,
didn't you?"

I looked at this amazing lady in my arms with a
questioning look. Did she mean what I thought she
meant? She just grinned like a cat that ate the canary
and nodded "Yes." She was offering me the chance to
fuck all the staffers, and all the campers and all the
virgins, with her blessing. But best of all, she was
offering me herself, and she was more than I could
handle. Maybe Sandi could loan us some toys....

As soon as I said "Yes!" and the entire room erupted in
shrieks and cheers and pandemonium and the staffers
began piling on top of us. Janet and I ended up on the
bottom of a huge pile of writhing feminine flesh, my
cock embedded in her cunt, someone's finger in my ass
and a tit or two in my mouth. It was the best fuck of
the night.

END
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