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   This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are offended by
graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you are
underage, don't read any further.  Also kids, don't try this at home
without adult supervision.

   This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on reality a
little when you read it.  As is the case with most stories in this
newsgroup, in this story all the women are beautiful; gravity has never
touched their breasts nor wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the
hero in this story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and
guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, strength of character doesn't
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a
glance.  That being said, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.



















   The Camp Nurse

   Chapter 1.  The First Day

   by NightShade

   first posted 1/97, revised 12/98

   Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story line.  This first chapter
takes a while to get going, but it does, eventually.  It's called plot
development and generally makes a story more interesting.  The subsequent
chapters should contain more SEX (which is what we're all here for,
right?), but if you don't read this first chapter, you'll miss the plot.

   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   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.  I took inventory of my body, checking for wounds as I scurried for
cover behind a slight rise in the terrain as it sloped up from the lake. 
As I rolled, my sub-conscience had registered the distinctive 'click-click'
of another round being chambered.  I began to sweat.  Even worse, I could
hear the whop-whop-whop of the helicopter that brought me up here receding
in the clear thin air.  It was the only way out of here.  I was going to
die up here and didn't have a clue why.

   I instinctively tried to locate the threat because whoever was shooting
at me was really stupid.  That fucker had fired a warning shot.  My drill
instructors always told me that you don't attack a shotgun, you run out of
range or get behind something.  Then nail the bastard.  Anyone who had a
clear shot with at shotgun and missed, well, they were just plain stupid or
blind.

   I figured they were somewhere off to my left.  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 several good-sized branches fell on my back and I heard the
bark of the trees right behind me being ripped away.  SHIT!  I was dead
meat.  The fucker wanted me alive, and that scared me more than dying for
some reason.  This was supposed to have been a easy gig, but it could have
been a setup.  I didn't know any of the major players, and no one knew
where I was.  On purpose.

   I started to get up very slowly, keeping my hands in clear view over my
head.  Might as well go out like a man standing up, than die face down in
the pine needles.  Besides, if I didn't get up soon, I'd pee in my pants.
Not from fear.  It had been a two-hour flight out of Ontario Airport and
there isn't a John on a helicopter.

   "Hold it right there, you mother-fuckin' 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 one certain tone that made your bowels turn
to water, kind of like fingernails on a blackboard, only worse, much worse.
She was an ugly mother for sure, and I was face down.  Worse, she had a
shotgun.

   "Mernnfroong gdnr nddnf." It's difficult to talk clearly when your mouth
is full of pine needles and moss.

   "What did you say, you fuckin bastard?  Speak up before I blow your head
the hell 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 rather precarious situation at the time, but
that question got my dander up.  (For those of you who don't know what
'dander' is, it's a lot more comfortable when it gets up than something
else that gets 'up' tents your shorts and leaves a wet spot on your pants.
In certain circumstances, however, like the one I was currently in, dander,
when it's up, can be life threatening.  Clear?) I resented her question.

   "Are you Ms.  Crandell?" I asked her back, none too politely.

   "Nope."

   "Then it's really none of your GOD-DAMNED FUCKING business, is it?" I
yelled.  I started to get up.

   BLAM!  click-click

   She apparently didn't like my attitude.

   "Stay down, you no-good, mother-fuckin' bastard."

   I stayed down.  As I lay there, I realized that I had heard several odd
high-pitched sounds after that last shot.  At first, I had dismissed them
as birds, but they kept coming.  I couldn't locate where the sound was
coming from, but it seemed to come from all around.  Slowly turning my head
to both sides, I spied several pairs of Nikes, Reeboks and Adidas in
various pastel 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 would leave a dirty taste in her mouth.  I really
think she meant it as a derogatory description of me, too.

   One of the pairs of legs sassed back to her, "We KNO-O-O-W" 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. 
Help, I hoped, had arrived.

   "Gertie, what's all the shooting about.  I hope you didn't hurt anyone.
I warned you about bringing that, that, that THING up here."

   "I got one, Miss Crandell!" Gertie shouted excitedly, like I was rare
specimen that she could make extinct and do the world a favor, like small
pox.  "I finally got one of those slimy no-good PRE-vert bastards trying to
sneak into the camp!  I knew the little shits would show up sooner or
later."

   "Where, Gertie?  Where is he?"

   "Over there, suckin dirt."

   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 where I was lying.

   "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 and resolve 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 this after what seemed to me was enough
time for her to have re-written the entire contract, much less read it.

   Not receiving an answer, I slowly raised my head up, just so I could
look forward.  And looked directly at a set of very shapely ankles.  I had
never thought of ankles as all that sexy, but now.  Wow!  If the rest of
her looked that good, this must be heaven.

   I took not hearing a gun shot as a good sign, and I continued to lift my
head up.  Smooth tight skin, toned calves, one knee bent slightly, the
other locked.  Not a mark, not a mole blemished the evenly tanned legs. 
Her thighs seemed to go on forever and all I could think of was how they
might feel locked around my waist.  I could almost feel the firm leg
muscles straining in ecstasy.

   I shook my head to clear it of those erotic images.  There was still a
loaded weapon in the hands of the enemy.  This was no time to loose focus.
I pulled my hands under my chest and levered my upper body up.  My
movements were slow and easy.

   My eyes passed over a slight swell of feminine hips fronting for a
high-set, firm, tight ass inadequately covered by a pair of those clinging
nylon running shorts.  There wasn't even a hint of a bulge over her pussy.
Her crotch was as flat as that of a world-class athlete.  I didn't see any
panty lines, and the shorts were tight enough that if they had been there,
I would have.  I paused to pay homage to perfection.  It isn't everyday I
get to see a living epiphany.

   A few inches higher was a trim bare waist highlighted by one of the most
perfect navels God ever created.  I paused again.  My breathing was
becoming labored.  Must have been the altitude, right?  Then came the
highlight, the absolute showstoppers: a set of perfectly sized, high riding
tits tightly encased in one of those sports-bra things.  It looked like the
sports bra was gradually loosing the fight to contain them, but it was a
glorious battle to watch.

   "This is too fucking good to be true!" I thought, as I was finally
standing erect.  In more than one sense.  "If she's blonde, blue-eyed and
gorgeous, I'll know this is a wet-dream." I was still staring at her chest,
although I towered above her 5'3" frame.  I was torn.  Why spoil a good wet
dream with a shit-ugly face?  But it was becoming obvious, even to me,
where I was looking.

   I raised my eyes and looked at her face.  She was the woman of my
dreams. I had never visualized any one woman when I fantasized, but Ms. 
Crandell was all of them rolled into one tight package.  I pinched myself
to see if this was a dream.  It wasn't.  This was better than a wet dream.
It was real!

   Administrator Crandell stood all of 5'3'' - at most - and, with her
clear face and youthful figure, didn't look old enough to be the
administrator.  I idly wondered if she ever wore her blonde hair in curly
pig-tails.  It would be just like an erotic Brady Bunch.

   "Hi.  Uh, Boss?  I hope." I stuck out my hand.

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

   "And?  What's the problem?"

   "Uh, well, uh, let's go up to my office and discuss this, OK?" She waved
her hands to indicate the throng of young girls who had surrounded us
during this little talk.

   When I said "OK," there was a corporate groan so full of hormones, I
thought I felt a pimple growing.

   We started up the path towards the large building she had indicated.  We
had to go right past a solid Teutonic mass of flesh holding a 12-gauge pump
action shotgun.  It had to be Gertie.  It didn't take a genius to figure
that out.  As I walked by her, I purposely stayed in a meek posture with my
head bowed until I was next to her.  Hey, it works with gorillas, and
that's the immediate image I had when I first saw Gertie.

   There was palpable hate in her glare.  She felt safe and invincible
holding the shotgun.  Stupid.  She let me get too close to her.  As I
passed in front of her, I pretended to stumble.  It took her by surprise
when I spun from below, reached out and grabbed the gun from her fat,
oversized hands.  Shocked at loosing her precious weapon, she just stood
there, her mouth hanging open.  I did a swift leg sweep to knock her legs
out from under her.  She fell hard, knocking the wind out of her.  I swear
to God, the earth shook when she landed.

   I stood over her, staring down at her.  I resisted the training I had
had to finish her.  My fist unclenched and the muscles trained to kill
protested as I just looked 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." I shouldn't have hesitated.  The
bitch had shot at me.  Self-defense, right?

   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 Ms.  Crandell
was talking to me.  I broke down the gun, and with a final glare at her,
stuck it under my arm continued up the path.

   As I neared the office, I spied my bags neatly stacked at the dock,
ready for an exit.  Even the two I had been carrying when the shooting
started.  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 gracefully conceded defeat.  Temporarily.  For the remaining part
of this session only.  She needed a nurse to meet the insurance
requirements; I was a bonified registered nurse; I had a signed and
notarized contract.  Therefore, I was the new nurse at Camp Rah-Rah-Rah.

   I wouldn't have been such a hard ass about it, but I really needed this
job.  For several reasons, not all of them honorable.  To make a long story
short, I had enlisted in the Navy because I wanted to be a Navy SEAL.  A
real one, not the kind in the movies that even Demi Moore could qualify
for. It was what I had wanted to be all my adolescent life.  Once in the
Navy, I worked so fucking hard I actually was selected for the SEAL
training program.  It was the happiest day of my life and began the best
part of my life, ever.

   The training was all I had dreamed of.  It was harder than anything you
can imagine.  The DIs ran us until we couldn't stand up and then made us
crawl back.  The next day we did it again, twice.  In between, we had
classes.  Hand-to-hand, weapons, explosives, close-in killing, tactics,
team-work.  I loved it.  Every fucking minute.  No matter what it was, what
they did, I thrived on it.  It was what I was meant to be.

   Several of the guys I thought were tougher than I was dropped out due to
injuries and dequals.  I was sorry to see them go.  I thought this was the
greatest thing ever, and now they would miss out.  But disaster has a way
of ruining a perfectly good career choice.  I had almost finished with my
SEAL training when I ran into what in to that great unique military
institution, the SNAFU.  You know, Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.

   A Pentagon computer somehow decided that I would make a good medic for
the squad and that I should be trained not just as medic, but as a fucking
registered nurse.  I was appalled, horrified.  Not at the idea of the
schoolwork.  But that my squad I had trained with would be reformed without
me and sent on active duty while I spent four years in nursing school.  I
wanted to fucking kill and blow things up -on orders, of course!  - not
carry a first aid kit.

   I appealed all the way up the line.  Nothing could change the decision.
My commander appealed all the way up.  Senators and Representatives
appealed all the way up.  Nothing.  The fuckers in the Pentagon got pissed
at all the commotion - and that they had made an obvious mistake - and
almost wouldn't let me graduate from the SEAL program.  I couldn't have
taken that blow, so I quit appealing, finished my SEAL training, went to
the Naval Hospital.  Four years later I became Lt.  Chris Mattson, RN, USN
(SEAL).

   I wasn't assigned to a SEAL squad.  There weren't any openings for a RN.
Figures.  I started my first tour of duty at a land-based hospital.  I
didn't last long.  I guess you could say it had something to do with my
looks.  The doctors didn't like the way I looked, but all the nurses did.
Well, two of the doctors liked me, but they both had tits.  The nurses'
commander, my boss, was the only person who saw me as just me.  The other
nurses all said she was just too old to care.  I didn't think so.  She was
a good person, rare in my book, and that made her special.

   I suppose I should describe myself.  I'm just over six feet tall, 180
lbs.  I've been told that if I grew a mustache, I would look like Tom
Selleck, only better.  I never considered myself all that 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 that my presence at the base
hospital was causing quite a problem.  There were numerous complaints from
the politically powerful doctors, and from several outside civilians.  On
the one hand, the doctors weren't getting anymore of the nurse-nookie they
had been accustomed to getting.  Neither was I, but that fact didn't seem
to be relevant to the horny bastards.  They had all heard of my training,
and were too chicken to attack me personally.  So they filed complaints
about me.

   On the other hand, there were four or five catfights in the nurse's
locker room, the last one requiring major reconstruction surgery.  For some
reason, the nurses were apparently fighting over me.  God knows, I did
nothing to encourage them.  Well, OK, almost nothing.  But it wasn't my
fault.

   When the first female doctors had been assigned to the hospital, the
male doctors had insisted that, on the basis of maintaining discipline, all
the doctors, regardless of gender, had to use the Doctor's Lounge.  So when
I showed up, the nurses, more for spite than anything else, insisted that I
use their locker room to change.  So some of them might have seen me naked
and erect in the shower.  Hey, what's a guy to do?  They were naked, too.
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 guys have one?

   Anyway, after the last fight, the commander called me into her office.
We had a long heart-to-heart about my future in the Navy, how she
understood how frustrated I was.  She knew that I didn't want to treat
people in the hospital, I wanted to put people in the hospital.  She then
advised me that both of the nurses involved in the most recent fight were
married to guys that were very hotheaded, jealous, and were 'connected.'
While she was sure I could probably take care of myself, she suggested it
might be safer for all involved it I was to make myself scarce for a long -
she emphasized that word 'long' - time.  It seems that none of the nurse's
husbands had been getting any nurse nookie either, and were really pissed
at me.  One of the nurses had already reported that about 20 of the
husbands had met.  The hospital commander, one of the husbands at the
meeting, had quietly told her to 'fix' the problem before anyone else got
hurt.

   She put me on an indefinite leave of absence.  The commander quietly
suggested I contact a placement agency she knew of that handled RNs.  I
did. The agency said they had an immediate opening at an isolated kids
summer camp with no access, only helicopter, and I was perfect, just what
they were looking for.  Within the hour, I was airborne and, here I was. 
The staff at the agency either didn't know or didn't care that Camp
Rah-Rah-Rah was an all girls cheerleading camp.  Or perhaps they just
assumed that a nurse would be female.  Or perhaps because my name is Chris
and not Christopher.  Who knows?  Who cares?  I was here.

   Camp Rah-Rah-Rah was built in 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
300' waterfall 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 she had
turned into a year-round training area, luxury hotel/dormitory
accommodations for up to 200 people, kitchens, satellite communications,
even a self-contained unit generating electricity from the water fall.  It
was typical government overkill.

   Janet explained all this to me as she took me over to the medical
building.  It was a good-sized out-building, attached to the main housing
area by a long corridor.  I felt like a giant walking next to her
diminutive form, but she never seemed to notice.  I lugged my bags, the sum
total of my earthly belongings, and fell in love with her voice as she gave
me the nickel tour.

   The dispensary I was in charge of was typical of the lavish style of the
rest of the compound.  There was actually a small OR with an emergency
generator.  The clinic had not been used for quite a while, so I spent the
rest of that first day getting it into shape.  Mostly dusting and
organizing, familiarizing myself with the medical 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.  As I was beginning to notice about all the
things Ms.  Janet Crandell did, this place was very well equipped.

   About 3:00 I heard the helicopter coming back up the valley.  Thinking
perhaps that she had changed her mind, I went to the window to see what was
going on.  I could see the landing pad from the dispensary window, I
watched in wry amusement as Janet Crandell and Gertie pantomimed out a
dramatic scene worthy of the best silent pictures.  Janet would point at
the chopper and Gertie would shake her head 'No'.  Another firm gesture
towards the chopper by Janet, and Gertie would hang her head and shuffle a
couple of steps towards the machine.  She would then turn and say
something, holding up her clasped hands in supplication, begging, only to
collapse against Janet's resolve.  Then the whole process would begin
again. Janet would point, Gertie would plead.  Point, 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 leaving.

   The phone rang - did I mention they had their own 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. I 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, if not
all the shooting.  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 in the bunch.

   I would describe each of them individually, but this is a short story.
Suffice it to say that each one of them was either a current or an
ex-Cheerleader at a major University or pro sports 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 exceptionally
beautiful.  Excellent role models for the young girls at the camp.

   The buzz in 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 sexual tension that had been
building around us disappeared.  When the laughter died down, she
continued.

   "Second, you are probably also aware that Gertie is no longer with us."
There were a few repressed cheers, which Janet glared at with honest
disapproval "I'm sure we will all miss her, but it does leave a couple of
holes in the class roster.  We will 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 tawny, gorgeous black woman quickly spoke up, "Me, too.  I'll take the
other half." Another shy smile in my direction.

   "Thank you, ladies.  Work it out between you." She looked down at the
teaching schedule.  "OK.  Next, is there anyone who quilts?"

   There was a long silence.

   "Anyone?  Please?"

   Finally, a quiet voice spoke up behind Janet.

   "None of the campers had signed up for that particular 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, well, that takes care of that.  Now, how about the 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 do have extensive training in hand to hand
fighting and weapons.  Navy SEAL training, to be exact.  I could put
together a training 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 suspicious to 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 self-defense 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 "YESSSssss!!!" 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 really 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, and I mean anyone, in a staff meeting, or
anywhere else for that matter.  Do you understand, mister?  I don't work
that way."

   "Yes, Ma'am."

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

   "Sorry.  Just habit, I guess."

   "Well.  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.  I feel this encourages informal interaction between the staff and
campers.  You have an assigned table.  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 staff stopped banging the pots and pans.  All
eyes were on Janet and me as we made our way over to what was to become
'my' table.  The silent eyes follow us every step of the way around the
large room to the far back corner, as yet unpopulated by diners.

   "This was Gertie's area.  She never seemed to attract that many diners.
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 on my own."

   "Suit yourself, sailor," she flipped over her shoulder as she walked
away.  With that wiggle in her hips, I could have almost sworn she was
flirting with me.  Regardless, I was getting stiff just watching her walk
away towards the food line.  Or maybe it was being in the middle of all
that young hot stuff.  You see, there was a reason I had never taken
advantage of any of the freely available nurse nookie at the base hospital.
It was all too old for my taste.  I liked mine young.  18 at the oldest. 
There was something about a girl turning into a mature woman that turned me
off.  I don't know.  I always associated mature with my Mom.  And fat.  Not
obese, just rounded, padded figures.  I liked mine lean and mean.

   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 -literally - than I thought.

   "Sure.  Just let me go get my tray."

   "OK.  I'll wait here."

   I went off in the direction Janet had gone to get her dinner.  There was
nothing special about the menu, mostly healthy food, as would be expected.
I piled up my tray with what was apparently a surprising amount of food
from the looks of the food servers.  I grinned at each one as I went by,
and they just blushed and piled on more food.  Way to a man's heart and all
that...

   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 color they
were right then because all I noticed, on the QT, of course, was 11 pairs
of fresh 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 around the whole table, getting even the shyest ones
to speak up.  I let them fill me in on the rules, the schedules, what they
liked, etc.  Stuff they knew about, non-threatening.  They didn't have
nametags, but I remembered most of their names by the end of dinner.  The
conversation lagged a couple of times but with a well placed question, it
picked up again.  Once it was stopped abruptly by a water glass being
spilled.  The girl who spilled it had been rather 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 just scared and tried to comfort her and held
her close.  I didn't know what to think might be wrong with her, but I
noticed that my shirtsleeve was moist where it went 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 examining
tables.  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.  I began to get nervous.  It didn't help that I was
being watched.

   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.  And work, and work
some more, without a result.  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.

   "Are 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 shirtsleeve.

   "Smell it."

   The tangy aroma was unmistakable.

   "You didn't see her?"

   I shook my head.  I had honestly not been aware that she had been
stroking herself under the table.

   "God, the whole room knew what was going on.  These girls have been up
here two weeks without their boyfriends.  Some - most of them are pretty
sexually active.  They get kind of horny from about this point on.  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 really 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
to the door and yelled, "Thank you, Mr.  Mattson" to me, then left again.

   "WHAT did you tell her?"

   "That is a 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 more than a little 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 had 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 within a minute of each other. I
wondered absently if the little minxes were that obedient at home.  My
light soon followed and I crawled into 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 quietly push open.  I pretended to be asleep, which wasn't hard,
given how tired I was.  For a while I couldn't hear anything at all, 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.

   "OOOOHhhhh, 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.

   "OOOOOOOOOhhhh, Daddy!  You're so biiiig.  You filled me all the way
u-u-u-uu-u-up"

   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 were 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,
then 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.

   The last visitor was the most memorable of them all.  The time between
visitors was a bit longer 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 with 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 firm
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.  I focused on the
stiff flesh of her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefingers,
first firmly, then with increasing pressure.  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 the other's 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
fell asleep.

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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 of sleep, I'm up at first light.

   Normally I do my exercise 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 routine consists 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 used the exercises as
a focusing aid to meditation, preparing me mentally for each new day. 
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 that all of this was going on all around me, right in
plain view.  Janet, the camp administrator, filled me in later that
morning.

   Anyway, there I was, doing my routine in my shorts and bare feet.  My
body glistened with sweat in the first strong rays of the sun, little wisps
of steam writhing up from my heated back in the cool mountain air, the
light playing off my rippling muscles as I moved cat-like through the slow
graceful step of my routine.  As would be expected in a group of 100 or
more people, some of the girls were early risers, too.  Apparently, one of
those 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
wore, anyway - 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 its 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 legs 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 really 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 had always been
what you would call a 'late bloomer' or something.  I can get hard and stay
hard for almost two hours before coming.  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
come, 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 was
beginning to really annoy me, 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 just be a bit more careful of exposure, as
some of the girls were not yet corrupted, and I did agree to that.  But
there was something in her eyes when she saw my prick leap up when she
mentioned those 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 clockwork, including the same 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 almost 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 taxpayer-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 go
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 mineshaft that
had collapsed 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, her
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, defeated.

   "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 quickly.  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 that 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 lung full 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 too 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 come.  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 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
that would make my stiff rod stir around in her honey pot.  She started
slowly 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 come.  She
asked me if I ever came.  I said I did.  She asked me if I had come 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 an 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, weaving slightly back and forth, 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 immediate 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 biiiig."

   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 firm
hold on her hips 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
that 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.

   "Nahhhhh.  Couldn't be......"

   =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   Chapter 3 - The Skipper

   Julie and I napped for about an hour after we stopped laughing.  There
was a small stream nearby 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 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 both 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 of her delightful little
ass and my thumb brushed along the 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
favorably to the jolts and bumps of walking down the 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 have scooted 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 come in my mouth, damit.  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."

   Of course, that let her move her ass within range of my mouth.  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 as completely bald as baby.  She
must have just shaved it before she came in to visit me, 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 come 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 the 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 sensuous
wiggles she made herself comfortable.  Even in the dark I could tell she
was smiling.  Almost smirking.  A real shit-eating grin.

   "You really are amazing, sailor, you know?  You don't come in anyone's
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 long enough so that I could come in their
mouth.  It was my first complete blowjob 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, and all, 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 even 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 horny, 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.
Very messy.  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.

   "So I just supposed to be a big prick and fuck anything that crawls into
bed with me?  And you're OK with that?  I think it's kind of sexist,
myself."

   "Liar."

   "OK, so it does turn me on.  But what about my feelings?  Yours?  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.  And besides, it kind of
excites me to think about you and all that young pussy."

   "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 you had done it
behind my back, 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 - for now, 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 and cannot 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 to
this camp 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 - I hoped.
She probably 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 lay
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 lightly swatted her swaying cheeks
with my open hand.  Not hard, but hard enough to turn that ivory skin a hot
pink over time and enough swats 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." Her voice was very quite, like she was exerting a lot of
control not to scream in pain.  I grimaced into the darkness.  Pain was not
my thing.  I liked little girls.

   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 truly was 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!" She was quite for several minutes.  "All right.  Do it
again!"

   I obeyed the Skipper.  I let it slip out of the super-tight canal, and
then pushed steadily 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 the rim
around 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.

   "AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE!" She shuddered on the end of my prick for a long
time.  "God, 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 greedier
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 she
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 to go any farther,
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 appointed 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 in the process.  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."

   Later came as it always does.  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
kind of used to this, you know?

   But then 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 for their boyfriends or fantasy lovers and that they were
actually fucking my prick.  And me.  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 after stripping off her nightshirt, her
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 where 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, her breathing rapid, but steady.  These
kids recuperate much faster than us old folks.

   "Now slide back 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?  Oh, it feels so
good!  OH!  OH!  OH!  Yessssss!  Nobody has ever done that before.  OH! 
SSSsssshhhhiiiitttt!  Don't Stop.  AAARRrrrggggghhhh!"

   Several hissing and shushing noises came from the hallway.  There really
was a line outside 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 forefinger 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 taste good.  I liked it.  And I liked 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
our 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 shy
developing 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 hallway, 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 the next couple of days 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 I had been refused access to her,
unless it was an emergency.  A lonely heart didn't qualify, so I had had to
suffer 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.  Very sore.  Served the greedy lady right. 
"Is she all right?" I was concerned.

   "I think she's just sore.  She didn't sit down all day and she 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 just 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, Sandra?"

   "Oh yes!  Could I?  You wouldn't mind?  I really would like to, if it
were all right with you.  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, uh, don't actually know what to do."

   "You've never done it before?"

   "Oh, yes.  I started in high school and a then did it a couple of times
in college.  And I'm mar...." She stopped herself short.  Then went on. 
"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 to make it good for
me. Everybody says you'll help me."

   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.  She jumped out of her skin.  So much for 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 she 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 put her 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 cocksucker, 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 in one night!"

   "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 next?"

   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 fu 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, about the size of large oranges,
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, and she brought her
knees up to her chest, spreading her cuntlips wide open.  I frenched them.
She arched her back to force more of herself 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.  I want to feel the 'big one.' 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!  Is that
really me?" 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.
There was no sag in them at all.  She began rutting on my stomach.

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

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

   She slipped down and bumped into my cock.  She gasped as it bored a
little into her ass hole.  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.
Just let it 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 ass holes I had been
dipped into in the last few days, but it must have felt like she was
splitting in two to her.  She didn't cry out, but it was an effort on her
part to get each inch of me into her.  But she did.  And suddenly, 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 and
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, maybe she didn't, but she most definitely 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 pantsuits, 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 shorts 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!  I'm cominnnnnnngggg." 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.  And if you find you like it, go
for it, like you just did with me."

   Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of the best blowjobs
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 still detectable.

   The rest of the day passed.  I would like to say without incident, but
during the morning the intimate fondling and feels by the staff became a
bit more insistent and frenzied.  I was in an almost constant state of
arousal the entire day.  The engorged head of my cock was clearly visible
and on open display below the cuff of my shorts.  Along with several inches
of shaft.  The staffers made sure my one pants leg was rolled up as far as
it could go.  Julie even slipped her tiny fingers under the rolled up cuff
and pulled out a testicle.  I tried to shift it back in under cover, but
after each of the next ones did the same thing, I gave up.  Some thing was
up and they wanted it hanging out.  Who was I to fight it, anyway?

   Then the campers started coming up to me.  They seemed kind of shy at
first, but didn't seem to mind that I was hanging out for them to see.  In
fact, several of them copied the example of their leaders and began
fondling and feeling it when they came up to ask me a question.  Or
whenever they happened to pass within arm's reach, or could find some
excuse to sit and grind on my lap.

   I was puzzled about what was going on.  I noticed the campers were
younger, but I figured the older girls all had a class or something.  The
innocent faces of the little teenagers enflamed me and I was getting
desperate to fuck something.  Just when things would be ready to get out of
hand, one of the staff would come over and take me firmly in hand.  It
didn't make me any less horny, but I understood that any fucking to be done
today was at their discretion, not mine.

   It didn't help that Janet stayed in my line of vision the whole time,
but never let me get close to her.  She never touched me.  She just watched
the whole teasing 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 particularly soft way or another.  It was hard not
to plow those tight cunts when they had me firmly in the grasp of their
small hands and looked up at me with those delightfully devilishly smiling
eyes and asked me the most mundane question imaginable.  I was in heaven
and hell at the same time, 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 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 was beginning to love these little sex games they were
playing, that Janet was directing.  It kept everything on a friendly level
with everyone knowing what was going on, and no one got their feelings
hurt.

   I knew all secrets had been ripped 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 onto my cock.  Some of them even
began kissing and fondling each other while I was servicing them.  I'm sure
a lot of activities continued on 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?"

   "No, not yet.  I don't think she's ready for that.  Yet.  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 imagining 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 may be ready by now." She was teasing, as
she was lying directly on my rock hard cock.  It must have been giving her
a stomachache, 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 last time, but I
loved it, too.  I'm going to learn how to relax like Julie told me and take
that monster all the way up there.  And love every fucking inch.  Do you
mind taking me back there?"

   Did I mind?  She was offering me the finest ass I had ever fucked, and
she wanted to know if I minded?  Did she think I was crazy?  Hell, no, I
didn't mind.  But I didn't want to appear too anxious.

   "Umm, you're sure about this?  I'd hate to hurt you again.  You don't
have to do this for me.  I just want you.  Just you, anyway."

   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?"

   "Oh, God!  Yesssssss.  Can't 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 it's alive.  God, I love this.  Almost as much as in my
cunt.  In some ways, more, too.  It's different, like.  And it doesn't hurt
now, either."

   She still hadn't moved.  "Pull up a little and then slide back down,
Skipper.  Fuck yourself in the ass." She did, and I slipped my hand under
her open and empty pussy.  I let her impale herself on my extended middle
finger as she slid back down my shaft.  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 those 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 girls?  In broad daylight and
all?  I mean, what about the exposure?  Suppose one of them had been
shocked?"

   "Hey, none of those little girls had ever seen a real prick before. 
They were curious and had asked me what a man's thing was like, was it hard
or soft, hot, sticky, and so on.  I just thought I'd let them have a chance
to see a real good one."

   "You mean that those girls were all virgins?" I thought back to how
young they all had seemed to be.  And so curious and eager and...  She
giggled as my prick seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her ass.

   "Well, they are virgins for now.  Who knows if they will still be intact
by the end of camp." She slid up and down a bit on my cock.  "But before
you get to do any them, I have one more chore for you to take care of.  If
you're up for it, so to speak."

   "Your cunt?" I asked, hopefully.

   "Well, that, too, but I didn't think that was a chore, you bastard!" She
pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in mock anger.  "No.  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 outgoing
blonde with high thrusting knockers.  I had heard comments about a silicone
job, but something didn't quite 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 always 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 suggestion."

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

   "Sailor?  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 to make her happy,
short of a commitment," 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 backpack.  A canoe had already been loaded with food
and a sleeping bag.  Just 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 she said
nothing.  In fact, she actually sounded cheerful and would have fooled me,
but I had seen that peculiar something in her eyes.  We loaded the rest of
our gear in the canoe and took off across the glassy lake.

   About a mile into the trip, we both began to work up a sweat.  We took a
break and removed our sweatshirts.  That left 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 sunscreen on her shoulders.  As I touched her, I felt a
twitch or a shudder, as if she reflexively wanted to pull away.  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
sunscreen 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 in a nice clearing.  We pulled
the boat up, unloaded our gear and set up a small camp.  I 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.  She stripped off her shorts and
joined me in the water.  I don't know if it was intentional on her part or
not, but her suit was not meant for water.  It was white and flimsy and
turned almost transparent when it got wet, exposing her charms to anyone
who looked.  But I didn't.  OK, I tried real hard not to, but would you be
able to not look at a nearly 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 bikini 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.  That was working itself farther and farther between
her cuntlips as we jumped and splashed in the cool water.  She was as good
as totally naked.

   It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take her up on her
blatant offers for contact and, I knew, sex.  Somehow, I knew I had to make
her ask for it.  Beg 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 warm 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 it suddenly got very dark.  And
wet.  A storm had blown in over the lake and was sitting right on top of
us. Our backpacks were waterproof and everything else but the towels and us
were undercover, but we were getting soaked.  I know we had just been in
the water, but somehow this was wetter.

   I went over to the canoe and called to Diane.  I tipped the canoe over
and pushed her under it, then crawled in behind her.  It was quite roomy
underneath, but there was no way we could lay there without touching each
other.  I spread the bench cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag
as a pillow for our heads.  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 for the night 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, that she wouldn't have enjoyed it.  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.  Or any contact, for that matter.

   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, herself 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
nipples showing through her clothing 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.  As Diane got older
and her nipples more prominent, 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 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 to Diane was to instill in her
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 by the mother exploring her own body in the
bath tub.  Later, when she was older and had been caught diddling herself
she had poured burning hot water, not quite scalding, over her vaginal
area. She had been burned 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 lying 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 just 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 that side of your
life."

   "But 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 she thought I
might 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 do.  But I like all kinds of sex.  Including anal.  But it's only
good 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.  If
you had, I could hate you.  But every single one of my girls is madly in
love with you.  And your cock.  They tell me everything, and not one of
them has hinted that you made them do anything they didn't like."

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

   "Chris, would you kiss me?" I almost didn't hear her.  She had turned
her back to me and I could feel her weeping silently.  It was the kind of
thing that women do that just breaks your heart.  You'd do anything to stop
them from crying like that.

   I leaned over her 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 she wanted.  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.  Damned if she wasn't 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, Chris."

   I looked up at her in the dim light.  "That's part of the fun, Diane. 
You want it.  I want it.  You'll get it.  But it's more fun if you don't
know when.  Or would you rather I just attack you?"

   "No.  No, you're right.  God, this is hard.  Just- just keep going I
guess."

   "You sure?  I can stop, if you don't like it."

   "That's just it.  I do like it.  Please, don't stop.

   I focused on her navel, next.  She began to move, but microscopically.
But it was movement.

   "Lower, Chris.  Suck my thingy.  Please stop teasing me."

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

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

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

   "Yes, damit!  Now just do it." She paused, embarrassed by her tone. 
"Please, Mr.  Mattson?"

   The last plea was done in such a little girl voice I couldn't have
refused.  And I had no intention of refusing her.  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
above 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 there was not orgasmic response from her.  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.  I was
beginning to think it was hopeless.  Then it started.  The first change
came about 6:00 am.  Suddenly, I got a reaction out of her.

   "Ooooooohhhhhh.  God, Chris, look!"

   I raised my head.  "What happened?"

   "My nipple popped up!  All by itself!  God, it feels so different.  So
good!"

   An hour later the second nipple popped up.  They were fantastic,
standing about an inch out from her large 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
old 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 another 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. It was a good two inches long or longer and about as thick.  It
took a little convincing on my part that it wasn't a male 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 come.

   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 of my hips
buried it to the hilt.

   Nothing.

   I had expected some reaction, at least.  She didn't even sigh or
anything.  I looked down at her face.  It looked like she was gritting her
teeth.

   "Hey, 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 the attack on her mother. 
But then she smiled as she realized her teeth were clenched.  Her face
softened.

   "It's so hard for me to let go.  And this has never worked before.  I'm
afraid..."

   "I know.  Just 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 their tight pussies?"

   "What?  And miss out on this fantastic piece of ass?" 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.  There's nothing like a
horny woman."

   She gave a short laugh.  "You're a baaad boy, Mr.  Mattson!" And then
she started moving her hips on her own, experimentally at first, trying 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 those six
hours, she was finally 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 place 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 OOOOHhhhhh!  YYYYeeessssss!"

   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 come.

   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,
taking in 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.  It was just 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.  I realized that the sounds were coming from Diane.
And that she had just about squeezed my prick off with that climax.

   "Wow!  Do it again, Chris.  I want to 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 now, Chris, or we'll never make it back before
dark.  It's getting late." She was energized from her orgasms and looked as
fresh as when we had started out.  All those sleepless hours before...

   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 headway.  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 at me as I lay in the bottom of the canoe.  In my best Ricky
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 that left the subcutaneous nerve endings and blood
vessels nearly exposed.  Kind of like jacking off with sandpaper, or so I
would imagine.  I was never stupid enough to do that.  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 hers, 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 help
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 fingertips, 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,
several pairs of hands and eyes and at least one tongue scrutinized me with
extreme care.  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 areolas, 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
pederast's 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 walk 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.  More, in fact.  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
gently stroking my cock with her two tiny soft hands.  It is absolutely
Pavlovian.

   Back in the dispensary that evening, time seemed to dragged by.  I did
the inventory in the clinic, bandaged a few knees, wrapped a sprained
ankle, and dried more than a few tears from the 'regulars'.  A normal
evening.  I tried to focus on each camper and task at hand, but my mind was
elsewhere.  I was torn between the thoughts of virgin twat and those
beautiful clear blue eyes.  Both of those thoughts kept my cock hard and
stiff, and elicited more than a few knowing giggles from my dispensary
patients.  Apparently, everyone in camp had known 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, a bit huskier than normal.  The
Skipper sounded as if she was already excited about this.  Maybe I wasn't
the only one who liked young girls...

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

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

   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.

   She led the shy girl forward a little.  "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 face. 
Damn!

   Kim stood shyly by herself at the edge of the pool of light in a light
blue baby-doll nightgown.  She was wearing the top only, no bottoms, 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, her bare tush right on the edge of the mattress.
Kim was one of the older girls.  She must have been 16 or 17 years old.  I
moved my arm and put it around her back.  She was trembling.  I pulled her
gently to my side, and buried my face in her soft hair.

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

   "Uh-huh," came the quiet reply.

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

   She nodded.  I grinned.

   "And you need to tell me things out loud, how you're feeling, if you
like something or don't like something, or if I'm too heavy, or if it hurts
you, right?  Don't worry about not using the right words.  Between the
Skipper and I, we are pretty good at translating screams and grunts and
moans.  Besides, it turns me on when I can hear my lover's excitement.  If
I can't hear what you're thinking or feeling, how will I know what you
like? So tell me, OK?  Now, do you under...."

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

   With Kim in my arms, I began to explore the quivering, eager young body
plastered to my chest.  She had smooth skin, but then, they all had smooth
skin.  Her medium-length hair that smelled so good 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.

   As I ventured further, I encountered a shoulder strap with a bow on the
top of each shoulder.  The satiny feel of her nightgown ended with a fancy
ruffle 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 softly back on the
bed beside me.  This allowed me to explore her frontal areas.  She was a
vision!  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."

   I held her hand to the tiny bow and she held it lightly between her
fingers.  She looked at me with her big brown eyes.  I could see the
indecision and the lust.  I blew gently across those turgid nipples poking
though the thin fabric.  First one, then the other received my airy
attentions.  That was all it took.  Together, we pulled the end of the bow,
and she pushed up her swelling tits in invitation.

   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 even more.  She began moaning into my
mouth.  I rearranged myself along side of her on the bed.  She gave a small
catch of her breath as she felt my heavy swollen cock flop down across her
leg.

   "I-Is that your thing?"

   "My what?"

   "Your thing.  You know, your penis?"

   "Yes, and that'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 held 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, and
very sensitive, it seemed.  I felt it swelling up in my hand as her arousal
grew.  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 hand slipped shyly down and
touched my now hardened prick.  She had her eyes tightly closed as she
gently explored it and, as she tried to reach her hand around it, I felt
her catch her breath again.

   "Does it really fit in me?"

   "Perfectly, Kim.  It will fit perfectly."

   I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked in the lonesome nipple that
was poking up at me, pleading for attention.  A long slow shudder passed
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 freed from its tit duty,
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.

   "Huh?  You mean I can I have more than one?  Oh, I didn't know.  It felt
so good.  I don't want you to stop.  Yes, please go....OH!  OH!  OH!"

   My finger on her clit rudely interrupted her, this time with a bit more
pressure.  I grinned to myself at her innocence.  And got back to work.  I
figured it would take about one more new experience for her innocent pussy,
and she would not refuse me her virginity, no matter how big she thought my
pecker was.  I knew just what that experience should be.  I lowered my face
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 flailed
vainly 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 all reason.  Her knees automatically snapped up to her tits,
opening herself up to my tongue, my fingers and, eventually, my cock.

   Her cunt was mine.

   I built up her tension level by eating her delicious cunt for quite a
while, never quite letting her go over that edge she teetered on.  By the
time I was done with her pussy, she was delirious with passion, far past
any point of return.  Her writhing young body was wound like a spring,
waiting for that big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't. 
Each near-climax pushed her a little higher and left her wanting, and
taking, just a little more.  She was throwing her head back and forth on my
pillow, gripping the sheets with her hands.  Her hair had become unbraided
from her orgasmic thrashing and it 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.  Please, do me.  Please.  Don't tease me any more.  Do me. 
Now! Please?  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 tight, wet pussy lips.  I
let it rest there impatiently while the lubrication leaking from her pussy
coated it.  A gentle nudge opened the sealed portal and the head of my cock
forged into the tight canal.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt her vaginal
tissues staining to adapt to the monster invading her pussy.  But she did
not tell me to stop.  I honestly doubt if I could have at that point.

   Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow the lips of 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 contented sigh.  She arched her back with a small gasp and then
slowly but determinedly slid herself down on my cock, easily accepting
about three-quarters of it inside her.  She had felt no pain.  She was now
a woman.  And she wanted to fuck.

   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 liked using my hand
that way, especially with first-timers.  With my hand right there, 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 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 it was my
opinion that Kim was a natural born wild woman.  Most of the time, 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. I kept up a constant circling motion right on her sensitive nubbin. 
Her wild actions increased, if anything, and she went over the top again,
this time fainting dead away with a sharp piercing 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 next Saturday night."

   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 when 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, sailor, I wish you had been my first.  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 didn't do a good job?"

   "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 just 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 tinkling laugh and 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 dragging
herself back to reality from a very pleasant place, 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 grinned.  "Yeah.  We'll just have till next time to really pervert
them, huh?" Her soft laughter filled my heart again, and a silent bond
built between us.  We would always share a passion for the young ones. 
Together.

   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. 
"What's the hurry, Skipper?  Is there a rush?  Just 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.  That should be easy.  Two tonight, two tomorrow and two the
next night, right?  We should be able to make them all enjoy the experience
and have time to spare!"

   "Wrong, sailor.  That's six tonight, six tomorrow night and six the next
night.  And I'm going to get mine each night, too, you little girl fucker,
you.  I'm so horny right now I can hardly keep from jumping on your fat
cock."

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

   Grinning, I reached out and found the Skipper.  Her tense body was
covered in a light shirt.  I ripped it off her smooth shoulder in a single
jerk, tearing it right down the back.  I proceeded to take just about every
obscene liberty with her I could think of without penetration.  Skipper
just stood there and let me, teasingly helping me, taunting, encouraging
me, urging me to violate her any way I wanted to.  So I did.  By the time I
was done, we were both gasping for breath.  Finally, I pulled her to me and
I kissed her hard and viciously.  I was getting sick and tired of this
fucking cat and mouse game.

   She melted into my arms, her resistance gone.  I felt tears running down
between us as she gave herself totally to me.  She had always kept
something back before.  But now, she was all mine.  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 it.  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.

   "You better see who's next, Skipper," 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, actually.  On the second night, one of the younger girls 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 so fast it wasn't funny.  I hadn't
realized how strong she was until she actually lifted me bodily off 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.  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."

   "Oh, but I want 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 bends me over the back of the couch, lifts my skirt up over
my head and pulls down my panties.  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 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.  It kind of tickles and it
makes me itch down there in my cunny.  Sometimes he does it for a 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, but a lot smaller than yours, Mr.  Mattson!  A lot
smaller!" She giggled.  "That's how I know he just like to play with my
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.  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.  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 excited.  Once 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.  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 it was until later when I
was with Bobby from next door and he showed me what happens when a man
shoots off.  Daddy always keeps me bent over the couch for a long time,
until he groans.  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 her story, 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!

   "Will you take my virginity in that hole, Mr.  Mattson?  Would that be
OK.  I know it's not the real thing, but do you mind?  That way I can say
I'm not a virgin anymore, but Daddy won't know.  OK?"

   I didn't trust myself to say anything.  This luscious 12 or 13 year old
was 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.

   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.  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 matter.  As she
started to lift 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.

   "The last couple of times Daddy examined my boobies, too.  Once, when he
spent so much time taking the temperature of my nipples, I was sure he had
found out that Bobby next door had played with 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 seemed 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.  He bought me some real small thin shirts.  They rub up
against my nipples and make them stand out.  I think he likes to look at
them like that.  And now I don't even wear panties around the house.  Daddy
likes to examine me all the time now, but especially at nighttime.  And now
he examines me in his bed.  I have to get up on my knees and lay my head
down on the mattress.  It feels so naughty."

   This last statement caught me by surprise.  Did she know her Daddy was a
pervert?  As she continued, she answered my question.

   "I know now what he is doing.  I'm not really stupid, but I was only 5
when he started the examinations.  And I really like them, too.  But I wish
he would just fuck me and get it over with.  I love my Daddy, but I want 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 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 jiggled my butt
around and he must have let go to grab at it because all of a sudden I felt
it between my legs right at the entrance to my hole.  I 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.  But 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.
Then I'll trip and fall or something and land right on his pee-pee.  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 my
knuckles, got up, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Mr. 
Mattson." How she walked out I'll never know.

   The Skipper leaned over and handed me a wet rag to clean up.  "If you
want to order in a gag or two for next year, I'll understand," she said,
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.  The goodbyes,
particularly as each nightly visitor came for their last scheduled visit,
were poignant, tender, and energetic.  I got no sleep, as the schedule
seemed to fill the entire night.  Each goodbye ended in an orgasm and
tears. I felt bad for them, but most of them would be back next year.  They
swore they would be.  The older ones were the worst.  They would be
graduating and wouldn't qualify to come back.  I kept all of the notes with
their telephone numbers, addresses, and their promises of love and showed
them all to the Skipper at the end of every night.  She worked her special
magic with the heart-broken girls and each one left camp with a satisfied
smile on their face.  I didn't want to know how she consoled them.  I liked
what I imagined she did too much.

   There still remained several days of hard labor for the staff cleaning
up the camp and getting ready for the next session.  The days passed in a
blur of activity.  I was assigned to a different staffer each morning and
then again, a different one in the afternoon.  Somehow the tasks we were
assigned to do never took that long and that left plenty of time for other
activities.  Such as fucking.  I always asked them 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 tried my best to fuck their brains out.  You know, it never got
boring, either, doing the same thing day in and out, in and out, in and
out.

   The evenings weren't boring, either, as the visits continued.  But I
noticed that the bodies lying in bed with me were a bit 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 wanted it hard, rough, even.  They really groaned and moaned
when I first entered them from behind and I could get really deep inside
them.  Several wanted it up the ass, too.  From their tightness and
shortness of breath, I knew it was the first time that way for most of
them. Only Julie took me in without a whimper.  I asked the Skipper about
the differences in the staff's behavior, as I noticed she was behaving the
same way.

   "I'm not sure.  Maybe because it's finally sunk in that this session is
coming to an end, and they're going to have to go back to their normal dull
lives.  I guess we're all realizing we're not going to get laid as well or
as regularly as we have been.  So, being the greedy bitches we are, we're
storing it up." She snuggled in close and held on to me tight.

   "Is that what you're feeling, Skipper?  Like it's going to be over?  Do
you want it to end?"

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

   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.  There was a lighter mood among the women 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 other's pussy.  My presence didn't seem to embarrass them at
all as they continued to plow each the other's furrow with busy fingers.

   "Weeellll, Hellllooo Mishter Mattson.  I hope shyou are - OH, OH, OH,
YES!!!!  Damn tha' was a good one, Sandi.  You do have magic fingersh,
lover." Diane shuddered, shook herself, and then continued.  "I hope you
are feeling well tonight.  You are going to be the guesht of honor, did
shyou know tha'?" She giggled and then kind of slid down the wall into a
twitching heap on the floor.  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.  It was a lovely sight as her soft up-turned boobs jiggled 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 have anything
with me."

   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.  "You got everything else you need right
there." She clasped her palm right over my crotch.  Her other hand took the
handcuffs from Sandi.  "I think thes'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?  By the way, where did these come from."

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

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

   "It's a special party tonight.  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 till the next camp."

   When my cock hadn't been engaged, I had vaguely 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.

   "Well, then, I pick you, Sandi."

   She dissolved in a quivering mass of giggles.  "Oh, damn.  You can't,
lover boy." She really sounded as if she regretted having to turn me down.
"My husband wouldn't understand." She giggled again.  "I'm going to have
enough explaining to do as it is, don't you think?  I mean, he always
wanted me to be sexier, and more aggressive.  Boy, is he going to get his
wish, and then some.  All 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.

   "Ok, then I pick Janet," I continued.

   "Sorry, Stud.  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'll pick Janet." 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.

   "Nope, Stud.  It 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 Diane and me 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?"

   "Nope.  We'll be starkers.  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 how well she is doing what
she's doing to my cock right now." I looked down at Diane as I spoke, but
kept my hand firmly behind her head so she couldn't let me out of her
mouth. Or her tight throat.  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 has
the biggest boobs in the camp by far.  And they have metal tips, thanks to
you.  That would be 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 you up after each girl, and I get to clean up the
girls." She blushed as deep as I had ever seen her at that.

   "I'll bet you're planning on enjoying it, too, aren't 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.  I squeezed it firmly as I
used it to pull her up close to my side.  I lifted it up, bringing her up
onto her tiptoes.  She gasped, trying to catch her breath.  Leaning down, I
kissed her nose.

   "It's all right with me, Sandi.  You should enjoy anything that brings
you or others pleasure.  But make sure you don't forget about me tonight,
OK?  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 wickedly 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 about this 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 walked in, one beautiful naked girl on each arm
guiding me.  My 10" prick pointed 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 through a tender 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 to the vertical on its own.  That only
happened on special occasions.  Like with Janet.

   "OK, Studly.  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
blindly 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 the two long 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 them 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.  You understand, don't you?"

   She hugged me tight and sighed as she used me to get off one more time.
"I know.  We all know.  I was hoping I could take your big pool cue home
with me and see what we could do with those balls.  But, 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 part of the 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 only 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 hellcat on
my cock.  And her pussy had little bumps inside it that made fucking her a
unique experience.  She hated cunnilingus, so I never got near her cunt.

   I had thought I would recognize Julie by the unique noise she made when
she came, but I found later she had a ball gag in her mouth - probably
another of Sandi's toys - which kept her quiet.  The girls were getting
devious.  I wasn't sure how I felt about her obvious relief at not being
picked.  Over the last couple of days, she and Diane had developed a sudden
and strong mutual attraction to each other.  Julie went crazy when Diane
stuck her swollen clit up her ass.  When Julie orgasmed, she clenched her
butt hole so tight that Diane went crazy.  Two people who belonged
together, I guess.  When I said I would really like to see them together,
Julie grinned, and said that Janet had already made arrangements for them
to spend several weekends with her.  Apparently Janet liked Diane's clit,
too.  Now, all I had to do was identify and pick Janet.

   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 followed 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 other naked
ladies I had just fucked and/or eaten were watching us.  "So, did you just
get here?  I missed you on the platform.  Did you turn shy suddenly?  Are
you going to take your turn now?"

   "Are you sure you want me to?  I thought by now you would be tired of
doing it with me.  Or with anybody, for that matter."

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

   "Your cock, yes, your heart, no, huh?  That's dangerous talk in front of
witnesses, sailor.  That almost sounds like a commitment to me.  What do
you think, ladies?" Several voices assented with her.

   Shit.  Did I want to say it out loud?  In front of witnesses?  Awww,
what the hell.  Yes, I did!

   I got down on one knee and the room got very quiet.  I couldn't see a
thing, but a gentle hand on my prick pivoted me so I was facing in another
direction.  I hoped I was facing her.  I leaned forward and located two
very 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.  "That is, 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 the cat that ate
the canary and nodded "Yes." She was offering me the chance to fuck all the
staffers, and all the willing campers and all the willing virgins, and to
do them with her blessing.  And help, if I knew my 'Skipper'.  But best of
all, she was offering me herself, and that was almost more than I could
handle.  Maybe Sandi could loan us some toys....

   As soon as I said, "Yes," the entire room erupted in shrieks and cheers
and pandemonium.  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.

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