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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.
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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.
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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......"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!"
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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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