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Summer Camp Counseler
BY Steve (d0nald1954@yahoo.com)

***

A girl's summer camp counselor takes his job seriously 
- very seriously, as he gives bodily comfort to one of 
his young charges. (Mg, ped, 1st, preg)

***

The summer of 2000 - the beginning of a new millenium 
and my new job as a camp counselor for a girl's summer 
camp. The girls at the camp were mostly middle-class, 
coming from a variety of suburban enclaves, well-
sheltered from the troubles of the world... from men 
like me. The girls ranged in age from 9 to 15, somewhat 
of a broad range, I personally thought. The changes 
over that many years in young girls are pretty 
dramatic. I figured there'd be at least one who had 
problems getting along with the others, one who would 
be...open...to my particular type of counseling.

It hadn't been easy to get this job; I was practically 
the only male on staff, except for one married cook and 
the aged groundskeeper. But I'd never been in trouble 
with the law, all my background checks came up clean 
and I used my smiling, coaxing ways to good effect 
during the interview with the dour spinster who ran the 
camp.

The first week of camp consisted of the usual: helping 
girls with their bunk assignments, breaking up minor 
disagreements, making sure they all had signed up for 
activities during the day. The sleeping quarters were 
the usual canvas tents on wooden platforms, 
inexpensive, but affording little protection from 
eavesdropping. Early on the fourth day, I'd noticed a 
sweet, lithe young thing, brunette with green eyes, 
crying silently on a bench near one of the tents. Her 
long, slender legs, exposed by her well-fitting khaki 
shorts, were crossed in front of her. Her bowed head 
and folded arms hid her chest from me but I guessed she 
was about 10, maybe 12.

Right then, the crying was what interested me most, as 
an opening into her confidence. Sitting down next to 
her, I placed my arm around her shoulder and pulled her 
to me, making soothing noises and gently stroking her 
shining, soft hair with my other hand. I inhaled her 
delightful, sweet aroma as she sobbed softly against 
me. After a few minutes, she wiped her eyes with one 
hand, looked up at me and simply said "Thanks."

I looked into her eyes, held her gaze for a long 
moment, reached for her hands and said "Anytime." She 
smiled, stood up, and reluctantly let her hands slip 
from mine as she walked away. The image of the gentle 
swell of her budding breasts locked inside her polo 
shirt collided with the view of her round little butt 
and long, slender legs as she walked out of my sight.

Two days later, I learned a bit about what had made her 
cry as I walked past her tent at a little after 9:00 
PM, lights out. I heard voices from inside then, hushed 
but obviously agitated. I paused and listened.

"If Kelly's not going to do it, I'm not either!"

"Oh, yes you are! Who cares what Smelly Kelly wants, 
she doesn't know what she's missing!"

"What if she tells on us?"

"You won't, will you Kelly, or we'll make your life 
miserable, right?"

"No, I won't tell" I heard the voice of the young, 
crying girl from two days earlier. "Just...leave me 
alone, I don't care what you do to each other, I just 
don't want to do those things!"

"See, she's not going to say a word. Now come over here 
so I can kiss you."

I heard some quiet shuffling as several bodies moved 
around inside the tent, then the gentle sounds of 
moaning overlaid with the quiet desperation of a single 
girl crying softly to herself. My cock began convulsing 
in my hand as I squirted cum all over the ground. I 
hadn't even realized I'd started to jerk off but 
obviously my cock realized something my mind hadn't: 
inside that tent were several horny, young girls 
learning how to pleasure each other...and one sad 
misfit who was left out.

The next day as I was walking from boating lessons to 
lunch, I took a shortcut over a hill that most people 
walked around. Sitting on a rock at the top of the 
hill, I was surprised to see, was the young girl I'd 
seen on the bench a few days before. She was wearing a 
two-piece swimsuit, very stylish and very brief, but 
still sitting dejectedly. I walked up to her and said 
"It's lunch time, aren't you hungry?"

She had heard me coming of course, but when she looked 
up and saw who I was, she smiled happily, more happily 
than I would have thought but still, it warmed me up 
inside. "No" she said, "I'm not very hungry. I think 
I'll just sit here for a while."

"Kelly" I said, "...uh, your name is Kelly right?"

She smiled brightly and nodded her head, "Yes and 
you're James!"

"Yes, I am" I replied. "Are you OK? Is there anything 
you need to talk about? Are other girls treating you 
badly?"

She sobbed at that moment, her face momentarily 
darkening, her chest heaving up and down for a few 
seconds. I couldn't take my eyes off of her crotch as 
her legs began swinging back and forth in agitation. 
When I looked up at her face, I realized she had 
noticed I was staring at her slender, young body and I 
flushed, starting to panic that I might have tipped my 
hand entirely too soon.

"It's OK" she said. "At least you're a man. I don't 
mind if a man looks at me that way." Then she flushed 
and looked down again. I was certain then that I not 
only knew what was going on but had a perfect opening 
to get inside Kelly's pants.

"Kelly", I said, "I do think you're very pretty and I 
was checking out your body. How old are you?"

"Almost twelve" was her answer.

"Hmm. Are other girls trying to make you do things with 
them that you don't want to do?"

"Yes!" she said, looking up into my eyes. Her breathing 
was quicker now and I noticed that her nipples had 
hardened, as had my cock.

"Why don't you want to do them?"

"Because. They're girls. That's supposed to be for 
boys, not girls!"

I paused and weighed my options. I knew if I went too 
fast, pursued her too quickly, that I would lose her. I 
quickly decided.

"Kelly, let's walk down to lunch. I understand how you 
feel and I want to help you. I want to help you feel 
better. I want you to feel good about yourself...and 
your body...and what you do with it with other people. 
So, let's go down to lunch now and if you still want to 
talk about it, if you still want my help, slip out at 
midnight and I'll be waiting for you, OK?"

Kelly smiled brightly, leaned over and gave me a quick 
kiss on the lips and said "OK! See you then!"

As she dashed down the hill, her cute little ass 
wiggling back and forth, I pulled out my cock and 
jerked off on the stone where those sweet, round 
buttocks had been sitting moments before.

Later that night, I pulled on a pair of silk boxers and 
a flimsy t-shirt and stepped out of my cabin into the 
warm, summer's night air. The cicadas were almost 
deafening, they were all I could hear as I stepped down 
the gravel path toward Kelly's tent. 

I stopped in front of it, pausing behind a tree that 
would conceal me well enough from an unwanted passerby 
if I held very still. Several minutes later, I caught 
my breath as Kelly slipped open the door to her tent 
and stepped out quietly. By the light of the half-moon 
I could just make out that she, too, was wearing 
nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair of underpants.

Kelly stepped lightly down the stairs and onto the 
path. I made a "psst" sound to her and she came to me, 
behind the tree. She hugged me, pressing her slender, 
young body against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, 
buried my nose in her hair, and reveled in the 
sensation of my erection pressing against her abdomen, 
nothing separating our nakedness save two thin layers 
of cloth.

I broke the hug, gave her a quick peck on the lips and 
said "C'mon, let's go."

"Where to?"

"I know a place, come on!" I whispered. I took her hand 
and led her off down the path. She walked along beside 
me, smiling in the half-moon light. I turned off the 
main path, down a narrower, rougher one. We came out 
onto a pond, fifteen minutes later, far from the camp. 

"Come on," I said "let's go swimming!" I pulled off my 
t-shirt and looked at her expectantly. She smiled at 
me, nodded her head, grasped the hem of her own t-shirt 
at both sides of her body and pulled upwards, taking 
off the shirt and exposing her upper body to me in the 
moonlight. My cock twitched as I saw her nipples 
proudly erect upon the gentle, low swell of her near-
pubescent breasts.

I looked her in the face, saw the willing trust in her 
eyes, and pulled my sleek boxers down around my hips, 
past my knees, to my ankles, stepping out of them. 
Kelly's eyes widened when she finally saw the erect 
fullness of my manhood gleaming by the moon's light. 
She licked her lips, looked at me, and I said "Your 
turn" with a wink and a grin.

Without hesitation, she pulled off her thin, white, 
cotton panties, dropping them to the ground and 
stepping out of them. Though I couldn't see enough 
detail in the soft moonlight, I was sure that her 
untouched womanhood was bare of a single pubic hair. 
She stepped toward me, I took her hand, led her into 
the warm, welcoming water of my private pond. The water 
shimmered around us, mirroring the moonlight, as I took 
her deep enough for her feet to leave bottom. Clinging 
to me, her arms encircled my neck as we embraced, 
kissing deeply, my tongue probing deep into her mouth, 
feeling out her lips, her teeth, her throat, our saliva 
mingling together. 

Kelly's legs wrapped around my waist as she hoisted her 
body, buoyed by the water, higher upon mine. My cock 
began poking between her legs, against her butt, 
sliding into position against the opening of her 11-
year-old crevice, pressing against the gateway to her 
womanhood, striving to penetrate into the realm it so 
desperately 
desired to own.

Sucking on her tongue, releasing it, I whispered into 
Kelly's sweet young ear "Is this better than what the 
girls back in your tent are doing, now?"

"Oh, yes, they have no idea!" she sighed as she pressed 
tighter against me, wiggling against my erection, 
taking it slightly into the opening of her underage 
sex. "Are you going to put it in me?" she whispered 
into my ear, licking the lobe at the same time.

"If you want me to. But if I do, I'm not taking it out 
until I cum inside you", I replied.

"What's cum?" she innocently asked.

"Cum is my sperm, it's what makes babies, sweetheart. 
Once I stick my cock inside you, I'm not taking it out 
until I know I've done my best to make a baby inside 
your belly!"

I felt her body collapse against mine, relaxing so much 
I had to grip her tighter, which forced her down 
further onto my hard penis, my cock head now entering 
between her spread labia. The warm water of the pond 
engulfed us as she spoke into my ear "Make a baby in 
me."

I shifted my hands to her hips and began pressing down 
upon them, thrusting my hips upward at the same time. 
My cockhead suddenly slipped all the way between 
Kelly's 11-year-old pussy lips as she gave a small 
grunt and a sigh. Relaxing the pressure on her hips, I 
eased my cockhead back out of her labia, put my hands 
on her hips, and pressed in again. Each time I did 
this, she let out a soft moan until my cock finally 
began slipping into her tight, underage cunt. 

My cock pushed up against her hymen as I fought the 
impulse to just force my way into her. She gave out a 
small cry every time I pushed up against it, a little, 
tiny bit further each time, not wishing to hurt her. I 
asked "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I think it can go in farther, just keep doing 
that" she gasped, as I pushed up against her hymen once 
more.

Four pushes later and suddenly her hymen tore, letting 
my cock slide another two inches inside Kelly's 11-
year-old pussy. She let out a little cry, but I held 
her tight for a moment, the warm water caressing both 
of us as I caressed her. After a moment, she relaxed 
and whispered in my ear "Keep going."

I grasped her narrow hips, my fingers pressing into her 
soft, young buttocks as I pushed my prick deeper into 
her tight, twitching pussy. I kissed her, then looked 
into her eyes and said "I'll bet none of the other 
little girls have felt anything this good, have they?"

Kelly smiled, her eyes losing focus as her pussy began 
twitching against my cock, contracting against it as I 
continued fucking her tight little twat, pushing in and 
out, in and out...

"No!" she said, "Nnnnoo-o-oo-o-o-o!" as she began 
cumming, her orgasm making her tight, hairless pussy 
contract against my cock, over and over as she breathed 
in great, ragged breaths, her legs wrapped tightly 
around my waist, her arms encircling my neck as she 
came, again and again, against my cock, my cock inside 
her, pushing and thrusting, the warm, silent water of 
the pond making waves around our bodies as my balls 
began rolling, contracting.

I felt the tightening in my loins, just as she began 
going limp in my arms, nearly passing out from the 
pleasure of her first orgasm, I began cumming, 
squirting my semen into her 11-year-old womb, thrusting 
my crotch against hers, trying with all my might to 
squirt my sperm as far into Kelly's tight, young pussy 
as it could go.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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