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TRAINING CAMP


***


"Brandy's still training," Clarissa said.  "She's a bit shy yet but I think
she's going to make it."

I had my hand against the small of Clarissa's back.  Her skin was so silky, it
was like stroking a kitten.  We stood looking through the one way mirror as
Brandy moved back and forth between the two men who sat in chairs on opposite
sides of the room.  With the man on the left, she would kneel between his legs
and suck his cock.  After a couple of minutes of that she'd stand up and run
over to the other man, climb up in his lap, and wrap her hand around his stiff
cock to guide it into her pussy.  When she'd settle down on it she looked
upward dreamily, her face etched with pleasure.

"She's rather homely," I observed, enjoying the sensation of Clarissa's little
fingers squeezing my prick.  

"Yes," she agreed, nodding vehemently.  "Downright ugly in fact.  That's one of
the reasons I'm so optimistic about her.  Some of these kids come in here
looking like pint-sized porno queens, all made up and with high heels.  Those
are often the hardest to develop.  Brandy has never known her father, so she
craves masculine attention and is very suggestible."

"How many partners has she had?" I asked.

"Three men, well, these two men and a boy."

"How old's the boy?" I wanted to know.

"Twelve."

"Ah, I see.  Very good."

I sat down and Clarissa rested on my lap.  My cock stood up between her open
legs.  I caressed her chest, rubbing the hypersensitive little nipples. 
Clarissa had always been very "ma-nipple-able".  Even before we'd started
fucking I used to play with her nipples, rubbing and licking them, after her
bath perhaps, or when I put her to bed.  She would get the most dreamy look on
her face, which I could only compare to the hynpotic state of a chicken when
one draws a line in front of it.  She'd instinctively open her legs exposing
her small sex.  My girlfriend used to watch us sometimes, standing in the
doorway with a sardonic smile on her face.  

Now that she was older and sexually active, Clarissa was almost pathologically
hooked on any form of intercourse, even experimenting with her mother.  Then it
was my turn to watch. 

"God, that feels so good," she wheezed.  I could sense the smile on her lips.
"You always get me so fucking hot!"

I kissed the back of her neck and she ground her butt on my pelvis, positioning
herself for a sitting fuck.  

Meanwhile Brandy brought off the guy on the left, in her mouth.  Then she went
back to the other man and rode him until he came too.  She was beaming, the
little darling, and talking up a storm.  She seemed to feel it necessary to
thank the men for every little thrust, every drop of sperm, every caress and
kiss.  I could see she had quite low self-esteem.  Perfect.

I kept my right hand on Clarissa's belly, feeling my cock pressing deep into
her womb.  How hot her little cunt was, how tight it gripped.  My other hand
found her hairless folds and I strumbed her clit, it was as small and hard as a
grain of uncooked rice.  

Brandy was putting her clothes back on, so were the men, as I ejaculated.

My daughter leant back against me enjoying the post-coital warmth.  She
wriggled her butt as my cock slowly softed.  

"What next?" Clarissa asked.

"Well, how about we go watch some of the others?" I suggested.

"Okay!" she agreed.  She dressed.  Her outfit was very cute: a pair of the
tightest yellow short-shorts, black two inch heels, and lots of jewelry.  With
a sideview I admired her nipples.  When aroused like this they were still not
even an eighth of an inch long, but I fancied that they were hard enough to
scratch glass.  

"No shirt?" I asked.

She looked at me naughtily and smiled.  "Why bother?  What's to hide?"

I laughed.  She had nothing to hide.

We went to the "free form room", where advanced students were permitted to
engage their fantasies with one another.  All the students here were trained
and had passed their probationary period.  Brandy therefore was not allowed
yet.  

One of our very best students, Eric, was walking about the room with his hands
on his hips, checking out the girls.  His small cock was stiff as could be and
sticking straight up.  Eric was a "butt man".  His best friend Carl, who was a
bit older and better endowed, walked with him, sporting a fine erection of his
own.  Carl approached a precious little minx named Susie, who was lying naked
on the floor squirming about with her fingers in her twat.  Her eyes sparkled
like stars in the night.  She was Korean, as pretty as a picture.  

"Do you want to fuck?" Carl asked her.

She nodded and sat up, reaching for his cock.

Meanwhile Eric came up behind Alice and stuffed his dick against her butt.  He
reached around her and put a hand over each nipple.  He whispered something to
her and I saw her hand drift backward and stroke his hip.

"Ah, young love!" I said.

Clarissa went off to a young boy who had a very small penis.  He was holding a
balsa-wood airplane in his hand and winding the rubber band to make it fly.
She cupped his balls and kissed him and he drew back with boyish revulsion at
that.  I remembered myself at that age.  Even though I fucked, I couldn't stand
a girl slobbering on me.  But Clarissa really liked kissing.  She enjoyed any
exchange of bodily fluids.  "Come on, okay?" she asked him hopefully, a
beautiful smile on her face.  

"Ah, okay," he agreed, feigning reluctance.  I knew for a fact he was one of
the horniest students with the metabolism of a bumblebee.  He'd fuck and cum a
dozen times a day.  My daughter got on her knees and sucked him to a stand.
His prick was barely two inches long, but it was thick.  Clarissa didn't care
about cock size anyway.  They went into a corner and she laid out a blanket and
they got down and screwed.  He held onto his little airplane all the time.  He
made sputtering noises with his mouth like a propeller and waved the plane
around in the air, crashing and diving.  He went "Ack, ack, ack," to imitate
machine gun fire.  Quite a thing for a girl to get fucked by the Red Baron
while he was in a dogfight.  

This boy, Donovan, was a source of great pride to me.  One of the things we
strive for in our training camp is to conjoin sexuality with complete
naturalness.  So a boy or girl would ideally do all the things others of their
age normally do, with the addition of being sexually active.  Thus a boy might
play video games one moment, and be fucking some girl's face the next.  A girl
might lay aside her Barbie dolls to go stand leaning over a chair while another
student or a trainer encunted her from behind.  Fucking should be as natural
and unremarkable to them as eating, playing or sleeping.  

I was getting pretty horny and looked around for a girl to help me with my
cock.  To my delight, my very favorite pupil was not engaged.  Her name was
Cody.  She sat naked at a little work table, with her plump butt sticking over
the edge of the seat, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she
concentrated on drawing with her crayons.  "What are you drawing?" I asked her.
 "Well, a dog, silly!" she told me very adult like and sounding almost
insulted.  I looked at a bluish blob with black lines sticking out like
thunderbolts and did my best to imagine how this was a dog.  

"Would you like to take a break and fuck?" I asked.

"Yes," Cody said, laying down her crayola.  "He's not very good, is he?" she
asked me, looking up for adult approval.  

"Oh, he's a very good dog, Cody," I assured her.  "I can almost imagine him
barking!"

She giggled happily.  

Then she said, "My cunt is awfully tight you know.  You want me to squirt
something into it?"

"Oh, no, no honey, that's not necessary," I told her.  I hated to use goop,
preferring natural lubrication, and I would arouse her patiently until she was
ready.  

I lifted her up and carried her on my hip, her legs wrapped around me.  We went
to an adjoining room used by staffers.  She kissed my upper arm through my
shirt, since she couldn't reach up higher to kiss my face.  "Ooooo, your belt
is scratching my cunt," she said with a girlish squeal.  "Does that make you
horny?" I asked.  "Yep!"  She dissolved in laughter.  

Ch. 2

Two years earlier my girlfriend was watching me as I tucked our daughter into
bed.  As usual, I was playing with her nipples, and Clarissa squirmed
excitedly.  

Star said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to get her fucking?"  

Let me tell you about Star.  She's Hungarian, but speaks excellent English.
Her real name is Dagmar.  She came to America as a high school sophomore
exchange student; my sister Brenda went to Hungary and stayed with her family.
I was a freshman in college, still living at home.  We quickly fell in love.
Dagmar decided to stay in America, and after I got her pregnant she moved to my
college town and my parents never knew we had a kid together.  Star found work
at Denny's, and after she gave birth, she did a little part time pussy
peddling.  It was enough to keep us supplied with a roof, dope and plenty of
beans.  

I don't understand why she decided to name our daughter Clarissa.  I still
don't care for the name, and both of us normally call her Rissa.  Clarissa
suggests white to me, and our daughter is definitely not fair.  She's dark like
her mother, with black eyes and black hair.  Her skin is like porcelein and she
has natural red cheeks and ruby lips.  Anyway, that's the name Star gave her.

Star is one of the most tempestuous lovers I've ever had.  She's as wanton and
shameless as a man could ever hope for.  That's why we'll never split up, even
if we never do get married.  Star has a slender frame and her tits are quite
big for her build.  Her ass is spectacular, and I'm a real ass man so take my
word for it.  

Anyway, Star said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to get her fucking," and I felt my
heart flutter.  The thought had been inchoate in me up to that time.  Sure I
played with my daughter's nipples and sometimes when I was half-crocked even
ate her out, but I'd never consciously thought of fucking her.  Maybe Star
didn't mean with me, maybe she just meant fucking in general.

"I'd like to, Mummy," Rissa piped up.  "I really want to!"  

Star joined us at the bed.  She sat on the edge and held our daughter's hand.
"Your daddy loves to fuck young girls," she said.  It was true.   "I think it
would be so nice if you started fucking."

"I could fuck Daddy?" Rissa asked.

I decided to butt out of this and let the "women" discuss it.  As I left the
room, Star was tracing circles around Rissa's nipples and kissing her on the
forehead.  "Listen," Star said as I closed the door, "We can break you in with
a man I know....."

I went into the bathroom and beat off.

Two weeks later my little girl was no longer a virgin.  One of Star's old
business acquaintances (vide: pimps) had popped Rissa's cherry and gotten her
hooked.  This guy Gabe was a good buddy to us.  I liked him.  He always had
fine weed and never came on to Star.  We did things socially.  Like I said,
Gabe was a good guy.   He told me once, "Your daughter is really hot, Rick.
You fuck her yet?  You ought to start if you aren't."

"But shit," I objected, almost choking on the rich smoke in my lungs, "Isn't
she kinda dry or somethin?"  

Gabe laughed throatily and pulled the bong back.  "Tight hell.  Tight.  Never
better.  But dry, no!"

"Daddy, when are we gonna fuck?" Rissa demanded as she swirled into the living
room where Gabe and I sat.  She was buck-assed naked with her panties in her
hand waving them like a flag at a bull.  Star walked in behind her.  I stared
at Rissa's round little pussy all glistening and hairless and at her flat chest
and baby-fatted tummy.

"She's ready, Rick," Star told me.  "You fuck her, okay?"

Gabe leant back against the couch and said "Cool."

Rissa stood in front of me pulling open her pussy so wide it almost inverted
itself.  The pink inner folds glistened from masturbation.  "See?" she
insisted.  "I'm ready, Daddy!"

I wanted to fuck her but I was a little reluctant to pull out my dick in front
of Gabe.  I've always been a little embarrassed about my cock.  It's only five
inches long when erect.  Gabe went over to Star and kissed her on the cheek,
but made no attempt to grope her.  "Yeah, do it Rick," Gabe agreed.  "Lookit
how hot she is!"

I had to agree.  My daughter was practically frothing at the mouth and was
diddling herself crazy.  Against my better judgment I let her unzip my pants
and fish out my dick.  "Oh!   Daddy!!" she warbled and then sucked me.  

It was so exciting to me that I almost didn't get into her cunt in time.  When
we did come, my girlfriend and Gabe were standing side by side watching us
raptly, and both of them began to applaud.   

Well, that was two years ago.  

The idea for the "training camp" came six months later.  

Ch. 3.

"You know, I'm not the only one fucking," Rissa announced one morning at
breakfast.

Star put her coffee mug down and said, "Well, I don't imagine you would be.  I
mean, this is the 20th century."

"But shit Mom," Rissa went on, "When I told Ruby about it, she looked at me
like I was geek or something.  She said, 'Well, I've been doing it for two
years, you mean you just started?'  Mom, that's awful, how come you didn't show
me how sooner?"  Rissa was very upset.  Her mouth was all crinkled and her lips
frowning and she was crying so hard her tears almost shot out like venom from a
bull-frog.

"Well, honey, two years ago you were probably a little too young," Star tried
to reassure her but Rissa stood up angrily and stomped out of the room.

I shook my head.  What can you do?  Star said, "I really should have suggested
it sooner.  Jack, I know you like young girls, I guess I should have faced
things earlier."

"That's okay baby," I assured her.  Rissa was being unreasonable.  She was
fucking now, after all.

And Rissa knew better, too.  She came back to the kitchen, no longer crying,
but her eyes were still red.  "I'm sorry, mummy," she said, using that term for
the first time since she rid of her cherry.  "I was wrong.  I'm sorry."

At this point Rissa had only fucked me and Gabe, at least so I thought.  I knew
she wanted to fuck a lot of guys, she had the same drive as her mother.  

The next day Rissa said, "I asked around at school today and there's seven
girls in my class who fuck."

Star said, "Well, that's nice dear.  How many girls are in your class?"

"Eleven."

I could hardly believe it.  Approximately two-thirds of her classmates were
sexually active.  

"How many boys do you think?" I wondered.

"Oh, I don't think any," Rissa said.  "They're dumbbells, Daddy.  They want to
play war at recess and think it's funny to fart in the lunchroom.  They're a
bunch of dorks."

"So, who're the girls fucking?" I asked.

"Well, some of the teachers, and, well, you know, guys."

I tipped my cereal bowl up to my face and drank down the milk and Captain
Crunch.  Then I drank my orange juice.

I looked at Rissa sternly, expecting her to say more.

She fidgeted and finally said, "There's a group of girls and they....we, well,
I joined see?...and there's a place we can go where boys from high school come
by."

Star was very interested.  She herself loved younger guys, high school aged.
Always had liked young stuff.  

"The Principal, Mr. Addams, and the Vice Principal, Miss Leslie, they let us
come to their house after school.  But we have to come one by one, and not too
many at a time, and the boys have to come through the woods and leave their
bikes out of sight.  Then we get to fuck whoever's there."

This was quite a revelation to me.  I hadn't thought about how difficult it
must be at her age to structure a good sexual environment.  

Rissa went on, "Mr. Addams told me once he is going to start a school for sex,
so other people can learn.  I think that'd be great, don't you Daddy?"

"Learn about sex?" I mused, chewing my toast.  "Why, yes."

That was the germ of the idea.  I called the Principal that afternoon and the
next day we got together, him, his girlfriend Miss Leslie, myself and Star.

"Look at 'em go!" Miss Leslie exclaimed with delight, her high firm bosom
swelling against her maternity dress.  "You'd never guess how old they were,
would you?"

Star said, "Well, actually I would, I mean, they're young!"

"Of course, of course," Mr. Addams agreed, shaking my hand as I watched
gape-jawed.  Two youngsters rutted on the carpet like creatures possessed.
"Call me Hank," he told me.

"Boy's name is Peter, the girl is Samantha."

"There are more in the other room," Carol Leslie told us.

I went with her and we saw two other couples on the floor fucking.  "The girl
over there we call 'Big Tits'," Carol said.  "She's the oldest girl in the
'club'.  Her partner is Jeremy."

"He is....?" I asked.

"A sophomore.  Very dedicated.  He's here every afternoon."

"Big Tits" was a bit of a misnomer.  What tits she did have could have been
sliced off with a paring knife and both plopped in a sherbet bowl without
overflowing the rim.  She did have a hint of hair on her pussy, which turned me
off a little.  Star never let hair show on her pussy.  

The four of us adults went to the kitchen to talk.  "I hear you are going to
form a school?" Star began.

"But there is a problem with money," Hank said, nodding and business like.  "We
need to advertise, solicit, set up a compound.  I think we need at least
$50,000 to get started."

Carol held his hand lovingly and said, "We need privacy, Rick.  Someplace where
parents can bring there children and no one's going to snoop around."

"Idaho," Hank said.  

"That's 300 miles away," I objected.

"And God's Country," Hank countered.

"Yes," Star said.  "Remote, free."

We kicked it about, discussing financing, structure, the buildings, etc.

I could see how this would work for Hank and Carol, being teachers.  They had
the summers off.  Star had no fixed employment so she could go anytime.  And I
could do it too, I finally realized.  I work cab 3 days a week and drive a
transit bus 21 hours a week.  I could become seasonal, and go off in the
summer.  Our house payment was minimal, thanks to my Dad making a down payment
much larger than necessary.  Star and I signed papers with Hank and Carol, we
got a few parents in school to pool their money with us, and in March I went to
Idaho and purchased a nice lot.  360 acres on rolling timbered grounds, with
two buildings already in place.  

We very discreetly advertised all winter long and soon had over twenty couples
willing to make a commitment, including several who would help with
construction.  When we gathered in March, we were almost like an Amish
community, cobbling together a barn, a dining hall, and several training rooms.
 Our little project was about to bear fruit.

Ch. 4.

Star handed me the list of students.  They were arranged by age, oldest on
down.  On the left side were the girls, on the right the boys.

There was one girl too many.  I wanted equal numbers.  Star objected.  All the
students were suitable, she said.

Hank arrived at my office all grimy from working in the garden.  Behind him
came Carol, with their little boy in her arms.  He was adorable.  Just a little
bundle in white blankets.  

"When do we fuck some students?" Carol asked excitedly.  "I'm so fucking horny
with Timmy sucking my tits all day.  I want some cock!"

Star told her, "Well the busload should be here in about an hour.  But really
Carol, slow down, I don't know how many of them already fuck, and we're going
to need to have them fill out forms and stuff."

"Yes, honey, be reasonable," Hank told his Vice Principal girlfriend, "You're
going to get plenty of cock soon enough."

"I want pussy too!" Carol said.

We all had a good laugh.

The parents would be there, some at least.  I looked forward to our first day
of Training Camp.

Soon the bus arrived, driven by our new friend Pablo Caroles.  He spoke broken
English.  An old gristled man with gnarled fingers and hair growing out of his
nose, Pablo had kicked in $75,000 to our venture.  He was one of those
interesting Idaho freemen types.  Wore a gun all the time.  

I was impressed by the people who got off the bus, parents and children alike.
They were all "beautiful people" sorts, i.e. upper middle class, well dressed.
The students were not all exactly pretty or handsome, in fact quite a number
were absolute dogs, but we were prepared for that and it really did not matter
a bit.  Sexual development didn't depend on looks.  It depended on cock arousal
and open cunts. 

One or two of the students were doing their best to steal the show.  There was
a young girl who got off the bus naked and had the biggest dildo shoved up her
little cunt you ever did see.  She was vaingloriously proud of herself. 
Another interesting specimen was a boy who was masturbating as he stepped off
the bus, and he made fanciful little Michael Jackson moon-dancing moves.  As
they all lined up for inspection I thought he came, but I never saw anything
come out, so wasn't sure.   

(To be continued)







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