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 THE USUAL WARNINGS: This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you
are offended by descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you
are underage, don't read any further.  Also, don't try the acts described
in this story at home, unless you are really a sicko, Houdini, or fucking
nuts.





   The Camp Nurse

   Chapter 6.  The Party

   by NightShade

   4/97



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "First he rubs his hands all over my butt, real gentle like.  He draws
circles and traces the shape of my panty lines and bikini bottoms.  It kind
of tickles and it makes me itch down there in my cunny.  Sometimes he does
it for a real long time.  He says that that's supposed to show if anyone
has touched me back there.  I think he just likes to play with my ass.  I'm
not supposed to look back at him, but keep my eyes closed, but once I
peeked.  He was standing just behind me off to the side, rubbing my ass
with one hand.  His other hand was inside his robe, and it was moving
really fast.  The robe fell open and I saw his hand wrapped around his
pee-pee.  It was a little bigger that Bobby's, and all red and purple, but
it was a lot smaller than yours, Mr.  Mattson!  A lot smaller!" She
giggled. "That's how I know he just like to play with my bottom cheeks."

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

   "Since he can't get his lips inside my ass crack, he uses his tongue in
there.  That makes me tingle even more, and I usually get really wet,
especially when he tries to stick it where you are now.  He always yells at
me that I am going to make a mess on the couch, but I can tell he isn't
mad. Then he licks up all the juice, sticking his tongue all the way up
inside me.  That's when he checks to see if I'm still a virgin.  With his
tongue.  His licking me down there really makes me even more excited.  One
time a little while ago he touched my crazy button down there and I got so
excited something happened.  I got a really big light in my head and my
body just tensed up, kinda.  I got so tense I farted right in Daddy's face,
and some of my shit went right in his mouth.  I heard him groan real loud,
that time.  I thought he would be angry and Daddy pretended to be mad, but
I saw afterwards that he had shot his stuff onto the backs of my legs and
all over the back of the couch.

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

   All this time Muffy had been sliding her tight forbidden cunt around and
around the head of my stiff cock.  It was driving me crazy.  Occasionally,
she would press the shaft between her cunt lips and slide all the way down
to the base and back up.  This usually caused her to stutter and stammer,
what with all the direct stimulation to her clit.  Gradually she had
lubricated my entire dick with her cunt juice.  I held onto her spongy
tight little ass cheeks which had been so well examined by her father and
let her move as she wanted.  Suddenly, in the middle of a sentence, she
lifted up and tilted her pelvis towards me.  She settled her tight little
ass hole over the tip of my monster cock and let herself slowly be impaled
on it.  She kept a death grip around my neck.  So I kept one on her ass. 
Fair's fair!

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

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

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

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

   "Last year Daddy began to examine my boobies, too.  Once, when he spent
so much time taking the temperature of my nipples with his lips, I was sure
he had found out that Bobby next door had been sucking on them that
afternoon.  But he didn't say anything, just that he would really have to
keep a good eye on them for a while.  He did seem real concerned about the
lines my bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one around the
house.  Only a T-shirt and some panties.  Then he took me shopping and
bought me some special shirts to wear.  They were real tight and made of a
very thin material.  They rub up against my nipples and make them stand
out. I feel sexy when I have them on.  I think he likes to look at me when
I wear them.  And now I don't even wear panties around the house.  Daddy
has his robe on all the time now at home and likes to examine me all the
time, but especially at night time just before bed after my shower.  And
now he examines me in his bed, so I won't make a mess on the couch.  I have
to get up on my knees and lay my head down on the mattress.  I get goose
bumps all over and get really wet in my cunny just kneeling there with my
ass up in the air.  It feels so naughty."

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

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

   "Just before I came to camp I almost got him to plug me.  He was doing
his examination of my butt on his bed and had kneeled up behind me.  I felt
his pee-pee on my butt.  I know that was it, because his hand was wrapped
around it and he was slapping it, kinda like, on my ass.  I don't think he
knew he was hitting my butt.  It didn't hurt.  It felt hot and it felt
good. I jiggled my butt around all of a sudden and he must have let go to
grab at it to keep his balance, because all of a sudden I felt his thing
between my legs right at the entrance to my hole.  I sort of leaned back
and it slid right up inside me, but he got scared and started shaking.  I
think he spurted up inside me, too, because I was awful wet that night.  He
must have sucked most of it out later, because when he check with his
tongue, I was still a virgin.  But next time I'm going to trick him.  I'll
tell him he can check me better if I'm bending over him with him on his
back.  Then I'll trip and fall or something and land right on his pee-pee.
But you can bet, one way or another I'll come back next year and fuck you
good.  OK, Mr.  Mattson?"

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

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

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

   Three days and three fuck-filled nights later the last helicopter full
of campers lifted off, leaving the staff waving at the retreating machine.
There still remained several days of hard labor cleaning up the camp and
getting ready for the next session.  The days passed in a blur of activity
as I was assigned to a different staffer each morning and afternoon. 
Somehow the tasks I was assigned to help with were never that long and left
plenty of time for other activities.  Such as fucking.  I always asked if
they wanted to do something else, like go for a walk, just talk, cuddle,
anything.  They only wanted to fuck.  Being the gentleman that I am, I
bowed to their wishes and desires and fucked their brains out.  You know,
it never got boring, either, doing the same thing day in and day out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Will it fit me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I pick you, Sandi."

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

   "Then I pick Janet," I continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I hadn't realized how individual each camper's aroma was because I had
always had the use of my eyes.  But subconsciously I had been cataloging
each one by several attributes.  One of which was the taste and smell of
cunt juice.  And this one had a slight taste of cinnamon and brought to
mind a scene in the rec room.  I had been shooting pool by myself one
afternoon when I felt a body, a very firm body, pressing up against mine as
I leaned over the table.  I took my time with the shot - I missed - but all
the while getting a tremendous back rub with a pair of small firm tits. 
And a ball massage by a pair of very inventive hands.  It felt so good I
just stayed in position for several minutes.  Gradually, this limber
creature wound her body around mine, legs entwined with mine and maneuvered
her body under mine so she was laying on the pool table.  The dark green
felt highlighted the Nubian skin tones of her naked body as she continued
massaging my prick with her supple feet.  Not a word had been said.  I
slowly made my way down her body with my mouth, dwelling on all the soft
firm curves, bumps, nubbins and depressions until I met the soft tissues of
her secret areas.  And smelled cinnamon.  It was a glorious cunt, more
versatile than most.  She demonstrated some of her talents for me after we
were satiated.  Sitting on one of the corner pockets, she had spread her
legs along the bumpers.  And had me shoot a couple of billiard balls at her
cunt, which she caught with her wide open lips and swallowed up inside her.
Both of them.  She said they acted like Ben-Wah balls, only bigger.  She
stood on the table a danced a sexy dance, bringing herself off a couple of
times in the process.  I was astounded.  I knew they stretched to
accommodate large objects, but that was bigger than I thought.  I probed
her afterwards, and she was as tight as before, if not tighter.  Amazing.

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

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

   "Oh, shit.  How did you know?"

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

   She hugged me tight and sighed as she used me to get off one more time.
"I know.  We all know.  It's Janet, isn't it?" she whispered in my ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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