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THE USUAL WARNINGS:
This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind. If you
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read
any further.
This is a fantasy. You will have to loosen your clench
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in
which physical acts and human responses are not limited
to, nor necessarily based in, reality. Some acts and
responses in this story may be physically impossible
and/or physiologically improbable.
Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful -
gorgeous, even. Gravity has not caused breasts to
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces. The
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs,
morals, or unwanted pregnancies. Guilt is a four-
letter word. Most important of all, neither strength
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus. This can
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.
For those of you who didn't understand the preceding
statements, GO AWAY!
This story is intended for the salacious entertainment
of consenting adults. Do not try to do any of the
things described in this story. You could injure
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her
father....
If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY! This story
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain.
If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited
where you are, GO AWAY!
By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure
that results from reading this story. If you don't, GO
AWAY!
You have been warned!
If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for
it.
So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy
the story!....:)
NightShade
The Camp Nurse
Chapter 7. The Party
by NightShade
first posted 4/97; revised 12/98
[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an
all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains
out west. The only problem is that Chris is a male.
Let the fun continue.]
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. 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. Whatever
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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