From netwander@juno.com Mon Dec 30 01:08:10 1996
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Subject: TRY #5 of GSC Complete Text Repost
From: netwander@juno.com (Netwanderer Stories)
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 1996 06:08:10 GMT

Och, curse me server to hell!

Try #5 of complete send.

Sigh

Girl Scout Camp Adventures:


By NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)


Disclaimer:  The persons, places, things, acts, etc. used in this story are 
FICTIONAL.  No resemblance to any persons living, dead, and otherwise is 
entirely coincidental.  To the authorÕs knowledge, this type of activity 
does NOT occur at any Girl Scouts of America facility.  Finally, this 
material is intended for reading and entertainment purposes only, at is 
NOT a recommendation of performing this type of activity.


Comments:  CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.  
Flames, etc. will be ignored.



Chapter 1 - How it all began


	IÕve been at or around summer camps most of my life, since the age 
of 12.  Most of my life was spent at one place, but recently IÕve found 
myself moving from camp to camp, finding positions where available.


	Last summer, I got a bunch of offers from various facilities.  
Unfortunately, the ones involving the most money were farther away than 
I wished to travel, so I ended up taking a job as an administrative 
assistant at a Girl Scout Camp  in western Pennsylvania.


	Yeah, I know what youÕre thinking.  How does a guy end up working at 
an all-girls camp?  Well, contrary to popular opinion, there are usually 
some guys at each facility, and in fact, I had quite a good reputation for 
doing that particular job.  Besides, to look at me, IÕm not exactly the most 
threatening looking person in creation.


	I suppose I should take this opportunity to describe myself.  IÕm 27 
now, about 5Õ9Ó, skinny as a rail, blond hair, blue eyes.  Unlike most of the 
protagonists in these stories, I feel no need to describe my other 
attributes, suffice to say that all body parts are in perfect working order, 
and sufficiently equipped to perform any tasks required.


	Anyway, in order to save some transportation costs, I offered to 
escort one of the buses of campers coming from near my area.  A friend of 
mine dropped me off at the bus depot, where I hopped aboard number 35 to 
pick up our new campers.


	(A digression here:  At this particular camp, which shall remain 
nameless, girls came for either 1 or 2 weeks at a time, and ranged in ages 
from 6-15, 16 and up could be staff.  The majority of the staff was 
female, the only other males besides myself was one cook and 3 guys who 
did maintenance. And the director was a bitch, which is irrelevant, but it 
feels much better to say that.)


	As luck would have it, I pulled an easy run, only one pickup, then 
straight to camp with 22 girls.  Piece of cake.  The bus rolled into the 
parking lot where we were picking up the little rugrats, and pulled up next 
to a small sea of girl scouts and their parents.  I stepped off the bus with 
my clipboard.  There was a small pause in the conversations around me, 
probably due to the unusual sight of a guy with a name badge saying ÒGirl 
Scouts of America Bus Leader.Ó  


	As I called each camperÕs name, she gave her parents one last hug, 
tossed her carry bag or suitcase over her shoulder, and climbed onto the 
bus.  Now, up until this time in my life, I had never REALLY considered 
young girls to be sexy, attractive yes, but not really sexually.  However, 
some of the smiles tossed to me by these girls on the bus put a severe 
hurting on my image of Girl Scouts as sweet, innocent girls.  Still, at this 
point, I put it down to pre-trip jitters, and imagination run amok.


	Once we had all the girls aboard, I sat in my seat up front, and the 
bus pulled away, as the parents looked like idiots waving after the bus 
and crying, like they were never gonna see their kids again.


	Now this was a school bus, the kind that has a jump seat up front in 
the center, and this is where I was sitting, facing all the campers, who 
were in the first bunch of rows, with all their luggage behind them.  (It 
never ceases to amaze me how much STUFF campers bring to camp, even if 
only for a week.  Admittedly, the girl scouts were more reasonable than 
most, but....Sorry, IÕm rambling again).


	The ride went fairly smoothly, it was only for a little over two 
hours, and by a half hour into it, the girls were singing all the classic 
camp favorites like (shudder) 99 bottles of beer.  I mostly had my nose 
buried in a book, unless called upon in that classic song ÒYouÕre wanted on 
the telephoneÓ, where I poked my head and and answered the requisite 
lines.  If you went to summer camp, IÕm SURE you know the song.  


	Anyway, during one of these rounds, I happened to notice that one of 
the campers, a girl about 13 years old, has her legs spread far apart, so 
that I could see her pinkish panties up under the uniform skirt she wore.  I 
must have stopped and stared for a second, because I caught her looking at 
me, at which time I blushed, and lowered my head.  


	A while later, when the singing had toned down a bit, I heard a 
camper in the back calling my name, saying she was feeling a bit sick.  
After the required handing out of the plastic bags, moving seats around, 
etc., I returned to my jump seat.  As I was sitting down, I happened to 
glance at that 13 year old again.  As we made eye contact, this time she 
smiled, and deliberately spread her legs open to give me the same view I 
had before.  I was shocked.  I quickly broke eye contact.


	Now, I know many of you are thinking, WHAT?  He looked away from 
a free show.  Remember, at this point, I didnÕt know what I know now, and 
I was not gonna risk my job.

	

	The rest of the trip passed without incident, and we arrived at the 
campground.  As each camper filed off the bus, I got a quick smile, or 
Òsee-ya-laterÓ.  As the 13 year old left the bus, by accident IÕm sure, her 
rear end brushed against my crotch, causing a spontaneous and VERY 
intense erection.  She didnÕt look back.


	As the campers checked in, I went over to the office and logged in 
myself, got my living assignment, etc.  Most of the camp consisted of 
tents on platforms, but in my case, RHIP and I got assigned to a small 
cabin near the office.  It was barely big enough for the bed, dresser, and 
small bathroom inside it, but hey, at least the walls were solid, and it 
was a LOT easier to mosquito proof.  I later found out that the other 
reason I got the cabin was that I could not very well use the bathhouses, 
could I?


	The first two days or so were occupied with the various details of 
getting the camp up and running, ironing out kinks in the schedules and 
suchlike, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be, you 
get the idea.  I didnÕt get to see any of the campers much, except at meals, 
and even then I was only in the mess hall long enough to grab something 
and get back to work.  It wasnÕt until the fourth day or so that I actually 
had the chance to get out and see the girls in activities.


END Chapter 1


As you may have noticed, this chapter is mainly set-up.  Sorry.  I have the 
next few chapters already set up (kind-of) in my mind, but I am open to 
suggestions for future chapters.  Please note that I will not involve 
torture, pain, snuff, or watersports, due to personal preferences, so donÕt 
expect that really.  Again, sorry.


Girl Scout Camp Adventures:


By NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)


Disclaimer:  The persons, places, things, acts, etc. used in this 
story are FICTIONAL.  No resemblance to any persons living, dead, 
and otherwise is entirely coincidental.  To the authorÕs knowledge 
this type of activity does NOT occur at any Scouts of America 
facility.  Finally, this material is intended for reading and 
entertainment purposes only, and is NOT a recommendation of 
performing these types of activities.


Comments:  CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.  
Flames, etc. will be ignored.




Chapter 2 - On the fourth day....


	Having been cooped up in the office for the first  couple of 
days of camp, it was quite a relief to actually be able to get out 
and about the camp grounds.  Just for your reference, I should 
probably describe the camp a bit, to give you a feel for the 
place.  


	The camp facility was over 400 acres in total, only about 75-
80 of which were cleared, the rest woodlands.  There were eight 
separate main areas, connected by paths; 4 housing areas for 
different age groups (6-8,9-10,11-12, and 13+), 1 central camp 
area (offices, infirmary, mess hall, staff cabins, 2 multi-purpose 
fields, and the waterfront area which housed the pool and 
lakefront (nice sized lake, about 15 feet at its deepest.)


	Each housing area consisted of a number of tents, which 
housed 2-8 girls/staff depending on layout, and a shower house.  
Each area could support about 50 campers.  Besides the main area 
buildings there was one large "rec hall" made out of a converted 
barn, which served as an auditorium, gym, arts and craft center, 
rainy day play area, whatever.


	Finally, there were some smaller areas that housed things 
like jungle gyms, mini-campsites, etc.  (Author's note: forgive 
the lengthy descriptions, but I said that this story was going to 
develop, and it will help your imagery.  Trust me on this.)


	Anyway, as I was saying, this was my first chance to get out, 
so I took the opportunity to take a quick tour of the camp 
facilities and check in with the program staff.  I quickly 
strolled around the main areas, popping in to see if the Arts and 
Crafts people had their supplies (they were making those gimp 
bracelets.)  Don't know what gimp is?  Ask a camp person.  Trust 
me, they'll know.  A softball game was going full steam among the 
older girls.  Want a treat?  Watch developing teenage girls run 
bases.  But I digress again.


	Finally, I found myself at the waterfront area, talking with 
the head lifeguard.  The campers were having instructional swim, 
and were divided into various ability groups.  The head lifeguard 
and I found ourselves distracted by a commotion at the deep end of 
the pool, where some of the more advanced campers were working on 
diving.  The commotion had apparently been caused by a rather 
spectacular dive by one camper, and the other girls were 
applauding and asking for a repeat performance.  As the girl 
climbed out of the pool, I noticed to my surprise it was the girl 
from the bus!


	Having the opportunity to do so at a 'safe distance', I took 
the time to give her a more thorough look as she mounted the 
diving board.  She was about 4' 8", no more than 90 lbs.  Long 
black hair dropped to just below her shoulders.  From this 
distance, I couldn't see the color of her eyes, and I felt vaguely 
embarrassed to find I could not recall them from the bus either.  
She was wearing a two piece red bikini that nicely showed off here 
developing curves, almost all of her baby fat having disappeared.  
The top of her bikini was just beginning to swell with her 
developing breasts, and you could see small nipples pushing out 
the fabric from the cold water (ever go swimming in the mountains 
in the AM?).  Unfortunately, I had no more time to look, as she 
dove cleanly into the water.  Single somersault, in case you were 
wondering.  Suddenly I was jerked back to reality by the lifeguard 
asking me a question, which apparently she had to repeat.  
Hastily, to cover my embarrassment, I answered the question, and 
pleaded mental fatigue from being cooped up for so long.


	On the way back to the main area from the waterfront, I found 
myself pondering the thoughts I found myself having about some of 
our charges.  In all my years of camping, I had thought about the 
sexual appeal of young girls, but only in the abstract sense.  
Suddenly, I was confronted by the realization that I was in fact 
finding some of these girls attractive, and no longer in a 
platonic manner!


	I came from a rather conventional nuclear family.  Little on 
the conservative side, never any abuse, nor alcohol problems, heck 
was only spanked maybe 5 times in my life, and only when I REALLY 
did something wrong.  The 'moral' part of me was telling me that 
this was all WRONG, but somewhere, deep in the heart of me, I felt 
that these yearnings were 'right.'  I put the matter on the mental 
back burner for a while, figuring that regardless of my feelings, 
I was not going to be taking any action on them, I could work it 
out later.


	Another of my responsibilities was reviewing camper files, 
and as a result of such, I had a dossier on each camper in my 
office.  Having returned to my office, I was idly flipping through 
the binder on my desk, when my eyes fell upon a photo of the raven 
haired teen from the bus and the pool.  Almost without conscious 
thought, I found myself reading her file.  Her name was Andrea, 
she preferred to be called Andy.  She liked swimming, diving, 
hiking, dance and rock climbing.  She was in fact 13 years old, 
having just had her birthday the previous May.  She came from a 
decent sized city in Western PA, and it was her third year at the 
camp.


	As I closed the binder, my mind flashed back to the view of 
her standing on the diving board, poised to jump, hands over her 
head.  I was able to clearly recall almost every detail of the 
scene with surprising clarity, and found myself wondering if she 
had to shave to wear the bottom of that bikini outfit.


	Just then, my reverie was interrupted, as the program 
director knocked on my office door, and asked if I could do her a 
favor...


ENDÊChapter 2

Girl Scout Camp Adventures:


By NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)


Disclaimer:  The persons, places, things, acts, etc. used in this 
story are FICTIONAL.  No resemblance to any persons living, dead, 
and otherwise is entirely coincidental.  To the authorÕs knowledge 
this type of activity does NOT occur at any Scouts of America 
facility.  Finally, this material is intended for reading and 
entertainment purposes only, and is NOT a recommendation of 
performing these types of activities.


Comments:  CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.  
Flames, etc. will be ignored.


Chapter 3 - On the ropes...


	"A favor?", I asked the Program Director.  I've learned to be 
wary when someone asks me a question like that, sometimes you bite 
off more than you can chew.  This one was fairly straightforward 
though, the staff person who handled our adventure challenge 
program was "feeling a little out of sorts" (any guesses, people?) 
and could I fill in?  Being qualified to handle such things, and 
more than ready for another reason to get out of the office, I 
gladly agreed.


	This particular morning, there was a group of 9 of the 
younger girls, aged 10 or so.  We were working on the low 
challenge course, which is a collection of obstacles that the 
girls had to pass, working as a group. 


	To digress for a moment, and answer a reader question, the 
girls were not required to wear uniforms at all times, only on 
"official" Girl Scout occasions.


	The first challenge was called the 'all-aboard' and consists 
of a platform about 3 feet square, and 1 foot off the ground.  The 
object is to get all your team onto the platform at the same time, 
for long enough time to sing a refrain of a popular song, which 
this time was "Row, Row, Row your boat."

	(Author Note:  I don't want to give away the solution to 
these problems, so in some cases I am fudging a bit.  Please 
understand!  Thanks!)


	Of course, as soon as I started the clock to measure the time 
it took to complete the problem, all the girls attempted to race 
onto the platform at once.  One of my roles during this type of 
activity was to "spot" the campers, making sure that no one got 
hurt.  


	As the girls attempted to complete the problem, many fell off 
the platform, wherein I found myself in the position to catch 
them.  As I did this, I found myself inadvertently making contact 
with the girls' lower back, thighs, rear ends, and chests.  To my 
embarrassment, I found myself growing excited.


	To my relief, the girls managed to complete the task at hand 
before I lost my composure, and we went on to the discussion phase 
of the program.


	The rest of the day passed without incident, and I retired to 
my cabin after dinner to prepare for the evening's activity, a 
dance.  I must admit, I was curious to see how a dance would go at 
an all-girl facility.


	As was becoming a regular occurrence at camp, again I found 
myself surprised.  Many girls at the dance paired off, or formed 
groups, including the staff.  I myself was working with the DJ, 
but took the opportunity to dance with a number of the female 
staff, and on one occasion found myself inside a horde of 
surprisingly provocatively dressed campers.  I escaped with my 
composure and dignity intact, and ended up quite enjoying the 
evening.


	As I climbed into bed, and began to drift off into sleep, my 
mind focused on two of the younger female staff (Bethany and 
Robin, I think their names were)who had been dancing together, and 
at occasion quite closely during the evening....


INTERLUDE CHAPTERÊ3 - Dream Sequence...


It was after 11pm, and the dance had just ended, although the DJ 
and myself were letting some music play for the staff as we 
cleaned up the lights and stuff.  Finally, all the equipment away, 
we loaded the DJ's equipment into his car, and I went back into 
the Rec Hall to turn off all the lights.  As I stepped up on the 
stage to hit the breaker, I heard what sounded like a squeak and a 
moan coming from behind the backstage curtains.


	Fearing a wild animal of some sort, this being the woods 
after all, I cautiously peeked around the backdrop.  Well, it was 
wild anyway.  Bethany and Robin, two of the female staff I had 
seen earlier dancing together were locked in an embrace, and I 
could see their tongues dancing into and out of each other's 
mouths.


	Bethany was 17 years old (I think), about 5'2", nicely built 
if a little on the skinny side, with full breasts and some amazing 
lips.  Long dark brown hair down almost to the middle of her back 
accented her eyes, which were a brilliant hazel.  She was wearing 
a light blue halter top which left her middle bare, and some jeans 
which were so tight as to look almost painted on.


	Robin was 16, about the same height as Bethany, although a 
bit stockier (but still slim by most standards).  Her breasts were 
not as developed as Beth's, but the nipples were prominent through  
the navy blouse she was wearing.  She had shorter hair, of a 
lighter shade of brown, which curled a little at the end, just 
above the base of her neck.  Her ass was tight and firm, nicely 
accented by the denim shorts she was wearing, which also showed 
off her coltish legs.


	From where I was standing, the hanging backdrop obscured most 
of me from the view of the girls or anyone who should happen to 
walk into the mostly darkened Rec Hall, and since the girls seemed 
"wrapped up" in each other, I threw caution to the winds and 
decided to enjoy the show.


	Beth pulled her face away from Robin's and began to nuzzle 
the side of her neck.  I watched as Robin's hands slowly slid up 
under the other girl's shirt, and through the thin material, I 
could see her fingers gently massage Beth's breasts, rolling the 
nipples between her fingers.  Beth raised her head and let out a 
small moan (the sound I heard before).  Robin took the opportunity 
and quickly flipped Beth's top over her head.


	Beth stood up straight, revealing her breasts, which were 
indeed nicely developed with light pink aureole and eraser sized 
nipples.  They weren't revealed for long, as Robin dropped her 
head and began to work on first one, then the other with her lips 
and tongue.  Beth clearly appreciated the attention, throwing her 
head back, and reaching around to stroke Robin's back with both 
hands. 


	This went on for a few minutes, until Beth finally pushed 
Robin's head away, saying she couldn't take it anymore, and now it 
was Robin's turn.  Grinning, she slowly unbuttoned Robin's blouse, 
taking her time with each button, to Robin's obvious discomfort.  
Finally, all the buttons were undone, and the blouse swung open.  
Robin's breasts were not very large, but they were more than 
sufficient for Beth, who returned the attention Robin had been 
giving her earlier.


	As Beth sucked gently on the other girl's rapidly hardening 
nipples, one of her hands reached down and began working with the 
snap of the younger girl's shorts, opening them, and pulling the 
zipper downward.  A quick tug cause the shorts to drop to the 
ground, revealing a pair of skimpy white panties, which barely 
covered Robin's rear.


	Robin drew in a quick breath as the cooler night air struck 
her now exposed skin, and another as Beth's hands began to caress 
her cheeks.  Beth stopped, and stood up, smiling widely and 
pausing for a quick but deep kiss as she shimmied out of her 
jeans.  I'd tell you what kind of panties were revealed, except 
she wasn't wearing any...


	As Beth skinned out of her jeans, Robin hooked her thumbs 
into the waistband of her own panties and pushed them down, 
leaving both girls completely naked.  Both were naturally brown 
haired.


	Robin pushed Beth down onto a gymnastics mat that had been 
left there, and knelt down between her friends legs.  Beth lay 
there with her knees up, giving me a delicious view as Robin began 
to gently run her finger up and down her friend's cunt.  Soon, you 
could see the moisture form around the edges of Robin's young hole 
as her arousal grew, also evidenced by the moaning the prone girl 
was doing.  


	Beth's groaning and shaking grew as Robin slowly slipped one 
finger into her now wet cunt, and began to move it in and out 
rhythmically.  Robin slowly increased her pace, then added an 
additional finger.  Beth almost flew off the mat.  As Robin 
watched her friend shudder, she abruptly withdrew both fingers.  
Beth gasped in shock at the sudden loss of sensation, and begged 
Robin to continue.  Robin smiled and shook her head.


	I unconsciously held my breath as I watch Robin slowly lower 
her head to the level of Beth's soaking wet pussy.  Would she?  
Pausing only to flick a strand of hair out of the way that had 
fallen across her face, Robin dove right in.


	Beth's hips lifted off the mat as Robin worked her tongue 
around her inflamed labia, pausing to give her clit a lick or 
nibble each time she passed it.  The older girl's moaning was so 
loud, I was afraid the whole camp would be coming soon!  Robin 
added a probing finger to her rapidly moving lips and tongue, and 
the combination proved too much for Beth to bear.  Her entire body 
jerked and spasms rippled throughout her muscles as she was racked 
by a powerful orgasm.  


	Robin continued to work her fingers in and out of the other 
girl's cunt until Beth stopped shaking and settled to the mat.  
Robin took a quick look at her watch.  "Shit, we have to be back 
in the tents before curfew!  But next time, its MY turn!"  Both 
girls grinned at each other as they rapidly cleaned themselves 
off.  As they got dressed, I took the opportunity to slip away.


END INTERLUDE

	

	As I woke up the next day, I found my sheets in disarray.  
Must have been one hell of a dream!  I made my way to the mess 
hall after a quick shower.  While eating breakfast, I noticed two 
of the girls that had been dancing at the party the night before, 
and the strangest thought ran through my mind.  Naaaaahhhh......


END Chapter 3


Well, whaddya think?  I'm running into a couple of problems, not 
the least of which is ideas keep coming into my head faster than I 
can use them.  This is a real fertile environment (no pun 
intended) in which to work, and I promise to keep writing until I 
am sick of the line....


Thanks to all of you who have commented so far, keep em coming.  I 
still need name suggestions, but you MUST send a reason to choose 
that name for me to consider it!  I'm gonna use those reasons to 
match the names to the girls!  


Also, please bear with me as far as the lack of action on the part 
of our hero.  Part of this story is the story of his discoveries 
and these things take time.  I'd like to think it makes for a 
better tale in the long run.


NEXT CHAPTER:  One of our leading ladies makes her intentions 
clear, we meet the director for the first time in the story, the 
showerhouse, and maybe some other random bits!

Girl Scout Camp Adventures


by NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)


Disclaimer:  The persons, places, things, acts, etc. used in this 

story are FICTIONAL.  No resemblance to any persons living, dead, 

and otherwise is entirely coincidental.  To the authorÕs knowledge 

this type of activity does NOT occur at any Scouts of America 

facility.  Finally, this material is intended for reading and 

entertainment purposes only, and is NOT a recommendation of 

performing these types of activities.



Comments:  CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, comments, etc. are appreciated.  

Flames, etc. will be ignored.


Chapter 4 - Did someone call for Roto Rooter?


	Well, by the fifth days, things had pretty much settled into 
routine, and after breakfast, I checked in with the office to see 
what the day held.  To my surprise, there was a note from the 
director, asking me to stop by her office.


	Normally, IÊmet with the director every evening, before 
dinner, to go over the events of the day.  I knew of nothing of 
import that had happened during the day, so needless to say, I was 
wondering what was up.  Closing the door to my office, I walked 
across the main lobby, and knocked on the directorÕs door.


	"Come in."  I heard her voice through the wood of the door.  
I opened the door and entered.  Tracy (thatÕs the director) was 
sitting behind her desk.  She was an attractive woman, probably 32 
or so, about 5'11", maybe 120 lbs, long black hair, and some 
AMAZINGÊbreasts.  Dragging my attention back up to her face, I 
tried to listen to what she had to tell me.


	Fortunately, it was nothing much.  (I was afraid that she had 
somehow magically learned of my new leanings).  Apparently, the 
maintenance work had gotten a bit piled up, and me being fairly 
good with such things, would IÊmind lending a hand. ÊWell, it sure 
beat paper shuffling, and I could use the exercise.


	I spent the rest of the morning doing fairly routine 
maintenance, like clearing brush, minor repairs, and suchlike.  I 
had gotten to be pretty good friends with the head maintenance 
guy, Mike, so I didnÕt get stuck with the truly disgusting jobs, 
like trash collection.


	After lunch, I was planning on getting back to the woods, 
when Mike called me over.  Apparently, one of the showerhouses was 
having a plumbing problem, and he didnÕt trust his other guys to 
handle it, nor did he have time.  ÒNo problem,Ó I said, grabbed a 
set of plumbing tools, and headed off to the 13+ age campsite.


	Yelling to make sure the coast was clear, I went into the 
bath house, and hung a sign on the outside of the door, warning 
the girls that I was in there.  Apparently, the hot water pressure 
was low, which usually meant an air bubble somewhere in the 
system, which could cause REAL problems later (boom!).  The 
simplest way was to bleed the whole system, one segment at a time.  
I stripped down to bathing trunks, and got to work, opening valves 
at each segment of the water system and checking for air pressure.


	The way our showerhouses were set up, there were three rooms, 
one with sinks and toilet stalls, one larger room with the 
showerheads running down the middle, and a combination entry/towel 
room which also had the water heating equipment.  The entire 
building was elevated about 16 inches to allow for access to the 
plumbing beneath.  In this particular showerhouse, the pipes to 
the shower area ran INSIDE a wall, with about 12 inches of 
clearance, and OFÊCOURSE one of the access valves was at the far 
end of the wall.


	Mumbling curses at the person who designed this system, I 
stuffed myself into the wall, and began slithering down to the 
other end, a distance of about 12 feet.  As I was about halfway 
there, I heard the sound of girlÕs voices and footsteps entering 
the building.  I started to call out to warn them of my presence, 
apparently they had missed the sign, but the dust that had piled 
up in the crawlspace lodged in my throat, and I could only manage 
a choking gasp.  Before I could clear my throat to try again, I 
heard their voices as they stepped into the shower area.


	Directly in front of me, there was a small gap where the wall 
boards did not fit together correctly, and I had a clear view of 
the center portion of the shower room.


	My jaw must have hit the floor.  Directly exposed to my now 
staring eyes was a group of totally naked teens.  Any thoughts of 
calling out were quickly forgotten as my eyes took in the 
collection of bare asses, breasts, and pussies that were displayed 
in front of me.  I lost view of most of them as they spread out to 
the various shower heads, but one girl stood directly in front of 
me.


	I had seen her around camp before, but was not sure what her 
name was, and to be frank, I didn't really care at that point.  
She stood facing away from me as she washed her hair, giving me a 
perfect view of her wet ass as the water ran down.  Every time she 
tilted her head back to rinse out the shampoo, I could just see 
the sides of her breasts. ÊBased on their moderate size, I guessed 
she was 15 years old or so.


	After she finished washing her blonde hair, she bent over to 
pick up her soap from the dish on the floor, and my breath 
literally stopped as her pussy was exposed to me.  She was a 
natural blonde.  I started to breath as she stood up again, and 
began to soap her body.


	She started at the bottom, taking care to fully wash each 
foot and leg, running her soapy hands over every muscle.  Every 
time she bent over slightly, or flexed her legs, I got a 
tantalizing view of her young cunt.  Her hands moved up to her 
ass, making sure to soap the crack between her cheeks, and then 
moved up to do her back.


	As she turned to rinse off her back, I was treated to a 
wonderful view of her soaking body.  Water was dripping off her 
pink nipples, and I followed the drops down to her cunt, which was 
also dripping.  

	My eyes quickly returned to her chest as she began to soap 
each breast, running the bar over first one, then the other.  At 
this point, I had to shift within the wall space to make room for 
my erection, which was stronger and harder than any I had ever had 
in my life.  Somehow, I felt it grow even more as I watched her 
hand move down to clean between her legs.


	Unfortunately, my view was lost as she turned around to 
rinse, and then moved off to get her towel.  I had some nice 
glimpses of other female flesh as the girls walked past to exit 
the shower area.  Once I heard them all leave the building, I had 
to wait until my breath, and my pants returned to normal, finished 
up my work, and exited.  Yes, that WAS the bad valve.


	On the way out of the building, I noticed that my sign was 
laying in the muddy dirt under the shower house.  There were no 
tears in the sign where the thumbtack had been, so I knew some 
joker had removed it.  Not that I was complaining. Gathering up my 
gear, I headed back to the shop, then my cabin, so 'I' could get a 
shower.


	After dropping off the tools, I returned to my cabin, and 
found a note pinned to the door.  Reading it as I entered my room, 
I collapsed on the bed in shock.


	"Did you like the show I set up for you?  I moved your sign, 
didn't think you'd mind.  More to come.  Andy."


END Chapter 4


As you may have noticed, I'm not much for dialogue, but I'll take 
a stab at it later.  Bear with me.  Please


Next Chapter: Our hero and his lady have a chat, endless 
possibilities are revealed, and dangers are noted.

Girl Scout Camp Adventures

by NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)

Keywords: Pedo, voy, teen, MF

Disclaimers:

1> The author does not necessarily endorse, nor condone any acts
described herein, most of which are illegal in many states.

2> To the authorÕs knowledge, no activity of this type occurs or has
occurred at any Scout facility.

3> If you are under the legal age to read or possess this material, do
so at your own risk.

Chapter Five - ÒAnd on the sixth day....Ó

After the little escapade in the shower, all I wanted to do was rest
and relax, but the guys from maintenance all had the night off.  So, we
went into town and hit the local watering hole.  By the time we got
back, I was in no shape to consider what had happened that night, let
alone what to expect for the day ahead.

My maintenance work the day before had put me a bit behind on my
paperwork, so I expected to spend the morning in the office catching
up.  While I was working, the director stopped in to let me know she
was leaving camp for a few hours, therefore I was in charge.  No
problem, part of the job.

I went back to my paperwork (reviewing the medical logs.  There are few
ways to better ruin a good breakfast than by reading notes of treatment
for yeast infections.)

About midway through the morning, there was a knock on my office door. 
Pushing aside the pile of medical logs (amazing how much happens in six
days), not without a little relief, I called for the knocker to come
in.

Knocker was right, or rather ÒknockersÓ would be more accurate.  Jackie
was at the door, the head of the 13+ camper group.  She was a tall,
willowy blonde, about 6Õ2Ó, with VERY large breasts.  To compound
things, she liked to wear shirts that were always JUST large enough to
comply with the dress code.  Barely.

ÒDave?Ó she said. (ThatÕs me).  ÒIÕve got a small problem.  Got a
minute?Ó

ÒSure, whatÕs up?Ó I replied.

ÒIÕve got a camper who says she has a problem but wont talk to me.  I
wanted Tracy, but her secretary said she was out of camp.  Can you take
a shot at it?Ó

ÒMore than happy to.  Send her in.Ó

ÒOne minute...Ó  Jackie went out, and I heard her speak to someone for
a second, but I couldnÕt make out what was said.  I waited a moment,
then I heard footsteps.  In walked the camper in question, and I
struggled to maintain a neutral expression.  It was Andy!  My heart
tried to call into my throat as she closed the door behind her.

My office was rather small, so I didnÕt keep a second chair around,
just dragged one in from outside if I needed it.  Andy looked around
for a second, then perched on the corner of my desk.

It didnÕt help my mental state much that Andy was wearing some denim
shorts over what was either a body suit or bathing suit that showed off
her developing curves.  Except for those, all she was wearing was a
pair of sandals,  and for a moment, I found myself mysteriously
fascinated by the sight of her bare toes.  I forced my mind back to
reality.  ÒSo, Andrea, is it?  What can I do for you.Ó

She looked down at the desk for a second, then back up.  Clearing her
throat with a little cough, she began to speak with a soft voice. 
ÒWell, actually, I wanted some advice, and I didnÕt wanna talk to
Jackie cause of rumors, and well, you know...Ó

ÒGo on...Ó

ÒWell, there is this guy I like, heÕs like back home, and IÕm not sure
what to do about it.  HeÕs kinda shy and I donÕt wanna make him
nervous?  IÕve been thinking about him for 5 days now..  What can I
do?Ó

I took a moment to frame a reply in my mind.  It was hard to
concentrate because Andy kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, showing
off her muscles from the various sports she participated in.  Finally,
I got my thoughts together.

ÒWell, honey, I think youÕre a little young to really have to worry
about these things yet, but I promise you, when the time comes, youÕll
know just what to do.Ó

I know, it was a stock answer, and really evaded the question, but what
could I have said?  Besides, it seemed to satisfy her.

She smiled as she stood up.  ÒThanks, Dave, IÕm glad you understand.  I
just needed to tell SOMEBODY....Ó  With that, she ran around my desk to
give me a quick peck on the cheek.  Somehow, our heads seemed not quite
to link up, and her lips grazed my ear instead.  I swear I noticed what
felt like a tongue for a brief moment, but before I could react, she
was out the door, closing it behind her with a wiggle of her denim
covered bottom.

I tried to return to my paperwork, but it really didnÕt appeal to me. 
Seemed like an early lunch was in order.

Thanks to my early break, I ate lunch before the rest of the camp. 
With that, I had the time while the campers were eating to take care of
some errands around camp.  One of these was to do my laundry.  The camp
had a small laundry facility to handle the staff and campers who would
be at the camp more than a couple of weeks.  It was nice and empty as I
washed and dried my clothes.

Back in my cabin, while putting my clothes away, I noticed something
with my stuff that was that most definitely not there when I started. 
It was a small pair of girls white cotton underpants.  There was no
name tag attached, I guess someone had left them in the drier.

As I sat there with the panties in my hand, I tried to imagine whose
they were.  My mind started wandering, filled with images of teen and
pre-teen girls all modelling the underwear, a la Cinderella.  With a
small sigh of regret, I put them aside to go in the lost and found, and
put the rest of my stuff away.

After lunch period, the campers returned to activity, and finally all
was back to normal, camp, life.  Yeah. Right.

Right after the beginning of sixth period, the director came back.  I
had finally finished my paperwork, so I took advantage of the down time
to take a stroll around the grounds.

I was walking along one of the side trails. This particular trail went
behind one of the small clearings that we used for campfires, small
group stuff, etc.  I heard voices coming from behind the bushes that
ringed the clearing, followed by a bunch of giggles.  Feeling a bit
nosy< I stopped to listen.  I didnÕt recognise any of the voices, but
the words were clear if I concentrated.

ÒTruth,Ó said one girlÕs voice.

ÒYou sure?Ó asked another voice.

ÒYup!Ó the first voice replied.

ÒOkay, you have to tell us about the furthest you ever went with a guy,
and exactly how it happened.  And remember, you HAVE to tell the
truth.Ó  There were a few giggles.

ÒOh boy......Ó   There was a pause, followed by an embarrassed cough. 
ÒWell, the furthest I got was my boyfriend put his hand in my undies,
and I felt his thingie...Ó

There was a chorus of ÒOohs and AaahsÓ  ÒSo what happened?Ó another
voice asked anxiously.  I settled down.  This sounded like it was going
to be interesting.

The first girl continued.  ÒIt was at a school dance.  It was in the
gym, and the music was really lame, so my boyfriend said he wanted to
show me this secret spot behind the bleachers.  He took my hand and we
snuck past a couple of teachers behind the bleachers.  It was dark back
there, and no one could see in.  I thought were were just gonna like,
kiss, and stuff, since we did that before.Ó

There was another pause.  The girl who asked the question prompted the
first one to continue.

ÒWell, thatÕs what we did at first, we like kissed a little bit.  He
even kissed my neck and stuff, it felt really neat.  We did stuff like
that for a while, then suddenly, I felt him touch my boobies.Ó

I almost snickered out loud  at the way she used the word ÒboobiesÓ,
but I held it in and listened as she continued.

ÒI was really scared at first, but it felt kinda good, and I started to
feel tingly, you know, down there...  He started to move his hand
around a little, and the tingly feeling got stringer, specially when he
kissed me at the same time.Ó

ÒAfter a few minutes, it got to be a little uncomfortable, you know,
down there, so I told him to stop.  When he stepped back, I noticed the
bulge in the front of his pants.  It was dark, but my eyes were used to
it, and I could see it was big.  My sister told me that happens when
guys get excited, and I was kinda curious, so I reached down and
touched  it.Ó

ÒHe jumped back really fast, and I was scared I hurt him.  I asked him
if it hurt, he said no, he was just startled, it felt really good.  It
took me a minute to get up the courage, but I reached down and touched
it again, and this time I kept my hand there, and rubbed it a bit, like
he did my boobies.Ó

ÒWhile I was rubbing his thingie, I felt his hand touch the front of my
skirt.  I got scared again, but it felt so good, I didnÕt want him to
stop.  When he pushed down a little, the tingly feelings I had got so
strong I almost fell down!  We just stood there like that for what
seemed like hours.Ó

ÒFinally, we took our hands away from each others privates.  I thought
we were done, but he told me his brother told him it felt REALLY good
if the boy touched the girl WITHOUT clothes, and he asked me if that
was okay.Ó

ÒAgain, I got scared, but I knew he wouldnÕt hurt me, but I could only
nod yes.  I closed my eyes, and I felt him push up the front of my
skirt.  His finger ran up my leg and touched the front of my panties. 
The tingly feelings were REALLY strong now.  He pushed the middle of my
panties aside, and as soon as he touched me, I let out a gasp, cause it
felt sooooo good.Ó

ÒI musta scared him, cause he yanked his hand back, like I did.  I told
him it was okay, it felt really good, but before I could ask him to do
it again, the music stopped and we had to go back to the gym before we
got caught.  Okay, I told.  WhoÕs turn is it now?Ó

Another voice spoke up ÒSSSSSH!  SheÕs coming back.Ó  I heard the
sounds of what must have been the counselor returning.  I continued on
the path.  Never did find out  what group that was.

Thankfully, dinner was uneventful, and I retired to prepare for the
evenings activity.  The night before the end of each week, we always
had a campfire to say goodbye to the girls who were leaving.  We gave
out little awards and such.  It was always a really good time.

As it got dark, we all gathered in the the big fire site, where Mike
had a large bonfire already going.  We sang songs, gave out the awards,
and generally just hung out.  After the ceremonies were ended, everyone
went back to their tents.

One of the less enjoyable aspects of my job was night patrol.  This job
rotated among the Upper staff, and consisted of walking around camp
until ÒlateÓ in the AM, at least until 2.  This night, it was my turn,
so after making sure that all of the kids were away in tents, I
released the staff to go out.  (Staff also rotated who stayed behind
with each group of kids)

The night went surprisingly peacefully, all the staff got back before
curfew, except one.  One of the counselors from the 13+ group had not
come back yet.  Her friends said her boyfriend from back home had
picked her up.

I had a pretty good idea what was going on, and took a walk to the
parking lot.  Sure enough, there were distinct moans coming from a van
parked at the end of the lot.

I walked up to the van, which was rocking gently.  The windows were
fogged, but I found a small patch on the side window that was clear and
peered in.

It was a little dim, but I could still make out the scene inside the
van quite clearly.  Nikki, the counselor was on all fours on a mattress
in the middle of the van, naked except for what appeared to be a garter
belt.  Her firm breasts, which were larger than I expected were hanging
down and swaying from her motion.  She was moving back and forth in a
steady rhythm, as her boyfriend, who I couldnÕt see, pounded into he
from behind.  Based on her expression, though, he must have been good.

As I watched, their tempo increased rapidly, and I heard grunts and
moans coming from both of them.  Suddenly, with an almost animal roar,
he lunged forward.  Her head arched back, and she let out a long moan,
slumping forward onto the mattress.

Deciding I had been nice enough, and that the show was over anyway, I
slipped away from the van, then walked back towards it, making sure to
make plenty of noise.

From inside the van, I could hear movement, and what sounded like
cursing.  I announced in a loud voice Ò20 minutes past curfew!!Ó

About a minute later, the side door popped open, and Nikki stepped out.
 She was wearing a white blouse and jeans.  The buttons on her blouse
were buttoned wrong, and the snap to her jeans was undone.  She only
had a sock on one foot.  Her hair was in disarray, and I noticed she
had very attractive blue eyes.  I stared at her sternly for a few
seconds.  ÒWeÕll decide what to do about your missing curfew later. 
For now, please go back to your tent.Ó  She didnÕt reply, just hurried
past me.

As I walked back to camp proper, I heard the van leave behind me. 
Nothing else happened, and I returned to my cabin to sleep.  What a
day.

NEXT:  Chapter 6, in which a new player enters, the cook gets dessert,
and our hero gets to play Doctor.

Girl Scout Camp Adventures

By NetWanderer (netwander@juno.com)

Usual Drivel:

1> If any of the following statements apply to you, PLEASE STOP
READING.

I am under the legal age in my state to own/read erotic material. I
think that erotic material is wrong. Jerry Falwell is my Idol.

2> If you don't like this material, yer choice.  Flames will be
cheerfully forwarded to the nearest circular file.  Asbestos underwear
is wonderful stuff.

Chapter 6 - "Enter Player, Lunch May Be Late"

The changeover days at camp were always some of the most frantic, with
new campers arriving, other campers leaving, sometimes even staff
coming and going.

Fortunately, the first changeover was always the easiest, as very few
girls stayed for only the first week, and there were not many new
arrivals.  On this particular day, 9 campers were leaving, all from the
youngest group, with 6 new campers, also all headed for that group.  In
addition, there was one counselor, Kate, arriving from England, where
she had been delayed by school obligations.

Tracy was taking care of the camper changes, while I took the camp
wagon to the nearby train station to pick up Kate, who had flown into
New York, and taken Amtrak from there.

Traffic was light, and I arrived several minutes before the train was
due to come in.  I parked the wagon, went inside, and sat on a bench to
wait for the train.  As I waited, I amused myself by watching women
walk by and imagining them naked, or in various sexual positions. 
However, after my recent camp experiences, I found myself also looking
at their teen-age and younger daughters, and imagining the
possibilities.

All too soon, my daydreaming was interrupted by the PA system
announcing the arrival of Kate's train.  I hurried down to the arrivals
platform.  I had no idea what she looked like so I was carrying a sign
with her name on it so she could find me.

As people got off the train, I looked over each one, trying to guess
which was Kate.  As I was peering at a redhead who had just stepped
off, I felt a touch on my shoulder, "Are you from the Girl Scout Camp?"

I turned to where the voice had come from and almost dropped my sign. 
Holding  a backpack and smiling was one of the most gorgeous women I
had ever seen.

Kate was about 5'7", maybe 100 lbs.  She had light brown, straight hair
that hung across her face in a curl.  Her eyes were a clear brown,
setting off a face that could easily qualify for the cover of any
magazine.

Her face was so beautiful, I almost didn't look at the rest of her, but
my base instincts got the better of me, and I managed a quick scan
before I stuttered out "Yes, um, hi!  I'm Dave, the Admin Asst.  You
must be Kate!"

She was wearing a tight grey knit shirt that showed off her breasts,
which were just the right size for her frame.  It was obvious she was
not wearing, nor did she need, a bra.  Sweatpants covered her legs, but
could not conceal the curves beneath.

Once I got my eyes back in my head, I took her pack and we went to the
wagon.  The drive back to camp passed quickly as we talked about the
differences between England and the US, camp, etc.  After we arrived at
camp, I turned her over to Jackie, who would be her supervisor.

Interlude: "Now We're Cooking"

(Author's Note:  I actually found out about this incident after the
summer, but its included here for chronological reasons.  I'm still not
sure why there was a video camera in the kitchen.  No, the tape is not
available.)

Because of everything else going on on changeover days, we liked to
keep everything else as simple as possible.  Breakfast was usually
cereal, milk, toast, etc., and sandwiches for lunch.  The kitchen crew
took advantage of this by scheduling an easy morning, and usually
cooked up something special for dinner to welcome the new campers.

Breakfast had just finished, and cleaned up, and only the chef, Tom,
was working in the kitchen, slicing some meat for lunch.  Tom had been
with the camp for about 3 years, my age, he worked the ski resort
kitchens in the winter, and camp in the summer.  To help him out, the
camp hired a bunch of 16-17 year olds, and usually one older girl, as
assistants.  Often campers would help out, also.

Tom was a good looking guy, fairly muscular, a little on the tall side.
 Perpetually unkempt blond hair and blue eyes made him look like the
stereotypical "surf dude", so everyone called him the Big Kitchen
Kahuna.

Anyway, as Tom was slicing, one of his workers, Tiffany, came into the
kitchen.  I hate to say it, but Tiffany as the stereotypical mall
chick.  Not all that much in the way of brains, but a body to kill for.

She was 17, about 5'5", 95 pounds tops, a good portion of which was
taken up by her chest.  When she came into the kitchen, she was wearing
a bright pink tank top, cut low in front to expose her cleavage.  A
grey towel was wrapped around her waist.

"Hey, Tom...." she said.

"Hey, you're off.  What are you doing here."

"I was out tanning on the lawn, and I got a little hungry, so I came
here  for a quick snack"

Tom went back to slicing, "Help yerself."  Tiffany turned around to
rummage through a rack of snacks on the far wall.

As she bent over to look at a lower shelf, her towel slipped from her
waist, and fell to the ground.  So did Tom's jaw, as the piece of
sandwich he was nibbling on fell from his slack hand.  Tiffany was
wearing a "thong" style pink bikini bottom.  The back strap of the
bikini was wedged in between her cheeks, so far in to be almost
invisible.

Tiffany turned around to pick up her towel, and noticed the expression
on Tom's face.  She smiled, and struck a modelling posed.  "Like what
you see?"  Tom could only nod as he stared at the tiny pink triangle
that made up the front of the bikini bottom.

The 17 year old left her towel and walked in front of Tom, standing
close enough that her breasts were just touching Tom's shirt. 
Hesitantly, Tom lowered his face to hers, as her hands reached up his
back.

Their mouths locked, tongues visibly duelling every so often.  After a
couple of moments, the two broke off, winded.  Tom cleared off the
table he was working on, as Tiffany lifted her tank top up and over her
head.  She was wearing a matching bikini top that only barely covered
her extended nipples with two pink triangles.

Tom finished clearing the table, and Tiffany gave a little leap and sat
on the edge.  She gave a little cry as her nearly bare bottom came in
contact with the cold stainless steel.  Tom grinned as he moved his
mouth back to hers, using his hands to stroke her sides.

Tiffany moaned slightly as she tried to unbutton Tom's chef coat by
feel.  It took a few moments, but neither of them seemed to be in any
hurry to break up their oral battle.  Finally, the last button was
undone, and she ran her hands over his exposed chest.

Her back suddenly arches as Tom brought his hands up from where they
had been caressing her back and sides, cupping her bikini covered
breasts.  His thumbs gently stroked the erect nipples through the
fabric.

Tiffany threw her head back as Tom moved his mouth away from hers and
shifted it to the side of her neck.  With a playful shove, she pushed
Tom backwards so she could remove his coat.  The coat fell away to the
floor and Tiffany smiled as she admired his smooth, muscular, chest.

Grinning wickedly, Tiffany licked her fingertips and used the moistened
digits to stroke Tom's nipples, causing him to gasp.  "Only being fair,
" she said, "you did it to me."

Tom replied, "Fair's fair, huh?"  With that, he slipped his thumbs
under the shoulder straps of her bikini top, sliding them down her arm
slowly.  As his thumbs moved, he kissed each inch of newly exposed
flesh as the top slowly lowered.  Finally letting the straps drop, Tom
reached around and pulled the knot on the back of the top, and tugged
it away, dropping it on the table.  Pausing for only a moment, he bent
his head to the exposed breasts.

Tiffany's breasts seemed even larger out of their confinement, and Tom
didn't seem to mind as he switched from one to the other, using his
tongue to excite the eraser shaped nipples poking out from half-dollar
sized aureolae.  Tiffany quivered and let out little moans as he sucked
one of her nipples into his mouth, while playing with the other between
his thumb and finger.  He hands, which had been clutching Tom's back,
now dropped to hang limply at her sides.

With one shudder, Tiffany roused herself, and as Tom continued to work
his magic on her breasts, her hands touched the sides of his chest,
trailing downwards until she reached the waistband of his slacks.  With
a quick flick, she undid the button and zipper, and Tom's trousers fell
to his ankles, leaving him standing in his white boxers, which showed
an obvious, and large, erection.

Not missing a beat, Tom stepped out of his trousers and kicked them
away.  His hand left Tiffany's breast, and quickly moved down, causing
to her shudder yet again as it passed her belly button.  Finally, the
hand came to rest on her thigh, just above the knee.  He began to inch
it up her thigh slowly, as she spread her legs apart.  A damp spot
clearly showed in the center of her pink bikini.

So as not to be outdone, Tiffany started to caress Tom's dick through
the boxers.  The lump became even more noticeable, as the tip began to
edge its way towards the elastic waistband of his boxers.  Not waiting
for it to arrive, Tiffany slipped her hands inside the material and
pulled down, leaving Tom completely naked.  Tom's dick, easily 8" long
and 1 1/2" wide sprang free.

Finally pausing, Tom removed his face from where it was buried between
Tiffany's breasts, and smiled, as he moved his free hand down opposite
the hand still working its way up her thigh at a maddeningly slow pace.
 Both hands stopped at mid-thigh, as Tiffany fruitlessly tried to slide
her hips forward.

With her small hands, Tiffany began to stroke Tom's engorged cock,
making a fist with one hand at the base and moving up, then repeating
the process, one hand after the other.  Tom was barely moving as he
concentrated on the sensations that Tiffany was creating.

Taking advantage of Tom's lack of motion, Tiffany used the opportunity
to slip off the edge of the table and kneel down in front of him.  As
she looked up at him, she stuck out her tongue and lapped up a drop of
pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his penis, which throbbed as if
it had a life of its own.  With an elfin grin, Tiffany opened her lips
and engulfed the head.  Tom closed his eyes as her lips worked their
way down his shaft, finally stopping as the head hit the back of her
throat.

Tiffany sucked in her cheeks and slowly withdrew the organ from her
mouth, stopping as she reached the tip, then repeating her actions.  As
her head began to move faster, Tom began to rock his hips in rhythm,
thrusting his dick into her eager mouth.  Both began to moan as their
motion, now completely in sync reached a frantic pace.  Suddenly, with
one final spasm, Tom thrust forward and with a loud groan, explosively
came into Tiffany's mouth.  Her throat worked as she swallowed the
cream that must have flooded from the now softening dick, which finally
slipped from her slack lips.

Tom looked down with a satisfied smile, clearly ready to return the
oral favor, when from the dining hall came the sounds of campers,
arriving to help set up for lunch.  Quickly, the two dressed and
cleaned up the evidence of their tryst.

END interlude (This DOES explain the large budget expense for meat that
week.)

Return to normal time line:

Every day after lunch, we had health call, during which the nurse on
duty administered any medication, checked on ill campers, and otherwise
made sure all campers are healthy.  If I had time, I tried to help out
when I could, issuing meds and treating minor problems, like poison
ivy, scratches, etc.

With changeover completed, I had some time on this particular Sunday,
which was a stroke of good luck, as there seemed to be a longer line
than usual.  Apparently, the middle aged girls had decided to play a
little pick-up soccer after they finished eating, and I got to treat an
assortment of cuts and scrapes.  Last in my line was Hillary, a camper
who complained her ankle hurt.

I asked her to hop up on the desk I used as my exam table, and stretch
out her leg.  Sure enough, the ankle was slightly swollen.  As I gently
checked the ankle, I noticed that the hem of her baggy shorts had
fallen open, allowing me a partial view between her legs.

The view was not good, but I could see enough to be pretty sure this
girl was not wearing any underwear.  I had to quickly shift in my chair
to cover up the evidence of my discovery.  As I tried to subtly shift
her leg to get a better view, I must have squeezed a little to hard, as
she let out a squeak and yanked her leg away, closing the gap.   With a
sigh, I told her she's need to check with the nurse to see if she
needed x-rays.

Next Chapter: Rainy days and Wednesdays, wet t-shirts, and an
unexpected visitor to my cabin.

Girl Scout Camp Adventures:

by NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)

Disclaimer:  If you are under the legal age in your state to own or
read erotic material, please stop here.  This story contains graphic
descriptions of consensual sex between adults and minors of both
genders.

Chapter 7 - "Rainy Days and Wednesdays get me....."

The Great Flood.  Day 3.

Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a little, but its understandable. 
In the minds of camp staff, extended rain ranks right up there with the
black plague on the list of "things we do NOT want to see at camp this
summer." Unfortunately, nature has her own plans, and seldom takes ours
into account.

The camp awoke Monday morning to the gentle patter of raindrops
striking the tents.  This was actually treated with some enthusiasm, as
on a rainy day schedule, wakeup was pushed ahead 1 hour.

Monday came and went under a gray drizzle, and when the same was
repeated Tuesday morning, the enthusiasm had lessened considerably. 
The weather did not improve on Tuesday, either.

On Wednesday, we awoke to the same gray skies as we had for the
previous two days.  At breakfast, the girls were even more fidgety than
usual, due to the forced inactivity.  There are only so many uses for
popsicle sticks.

After breakfast, the staff called a "washout" conference.  As the kids
cleaned their areas, the staff met to discuss ways to deal with the
situation.  As the rain was light, and the weather fairly warm, we
decided to offer some modified outdoor activities, and let the campers
choose, while praying that the rain didn't return to some of the
downpours we had had in the last 48 hours.

Each staff member came up with an activity, and the campers gathered in
the dining hall to choose.  For my part, I decided a nature walk might
be interesting, seeing what came out from the rain.  Besides, I had a
faint hope that no one would decide to hike, and I could slog back to
bed for a while.

To my surprise, when the selection was done, there were 5 campers that
had elected to come along.  I gave them instructions on what to wear
and told them to meet me back at my cabin in 20 minutes.

As I waited for the girls, I changed into some sturdier rain gear, and
planned where to go.  Camp was in a mountainous area, with many trails.
 Soon, the girls arrived, and I examined my little troupe.

Joy was 8, tall for her age, with brown hair and eyes.  Holly was 10,
about the same height as Joy.  She had blond hair, and hazel eyes, set
in an elf-like face.  Linda was 12, about 4' 11", black hair, green
eyes.  Dana was also 12, brown hair, hazel eyes, and a little shorter
than Linda.  Finally, the oldest, Randi was 15, almost my height, with
blond hair and blue eyes.  Also, we picked up another counselor,
Denise, a 20 year old from England.  Apparently, no one had chosen her
pottery class.

Each of us took a day pack along with some supplies and water.  We
headed towards the edge of camp, where I knew there was a trail that
led to a point which had what was supposedly a great view of a nearby
valley.  On the way, we stopped at the dining hall for some sandwiches,
in case this became an all day event.

Despite the rain, it was quite warm, and after the first mile, all of
us were overheated in our rain gear.  With the cover of the trees that
lined the trail, the slowing rain had become a light mist so we decided
to shuck the rain clothes and deal with a little dampness.  We tossed
all the gear into a trash bag from my pack and hung it in a tree to
pick up on the way back.

After a quick rest stop, we pressed onward.  Denise took the lead and I
brought up the rear.  We kept an easy pace, which allowed me to admire
the girls' moving under their shorts and jeans.  Dana had an especially
appealing wiggle motion to her walk, which made her hips sway slightly
from side to side.  She was wearing fairly tight jeans, so you could
see her muscles move with each step.

As we walked on, we stopped to identify various trees and plants, and
at one point, picked some wild raspberries for a snack.  At one such
stop, I noticed that the light but persistent mist was beginning to
soak into my t-shirt.  Having realised this, I leaned up against a tree
and looked around to see if it was having a similar effect on my
companions.

The exercise and the mist had combined to cause almost everyone's shirt
to tighten like mine.  Joy's shirt was oversized to start with, so I
couldn't tell what was underneath, but Holly was wearing an older camp
t-shirt from several years ago, and the now tightened too-small shirt
clearly showed her budding mounds, which had yet to seriously develop.

Linda was wearing some type of bikini top under her t-shirt, but it was
clear that when she finished developing, she would be something
special.  Dana apparently was a late bloomer, as I could not make out
anything under her black T-shirt.

The outline of Randi's bra was clearly visible through her shirt, and I
wondered just what that bra contained.  Finally, I looked at Denise. 
She was wearing an all-white T-shirt, which was just a little snug. 
Here tits were a little on the small side, but through the white
fabric, I could see her nipples, the size of pencil erasers.  I
imagined them in a state of arousal, and shuddered.  Before I derailed
on this train of thought, we moved on.

About noon, we reached a clearing about halfway up the mountain that
had a spectacular view of the wooded valley below.  This was as good a
place for lunch as any, so we stopped decided to eat and rest, then
turn around and head back.  By now, the rain had stopped and the sun
was shining.

While we were eating, we chatted idly about the last few days at camp
and such, until eventually, the conversation died into a comfortable
silence.  We rested for a while, until Dana spoke up.  "Do you guys
hear that?  It sounds like water."

Everyone held perfectly still and tried to listen.  The sound of what
appeared to be water could be faintly heard from around some rocks at
the far end of the clearing, where a small train continued on.  Our
curiosity got the better of us, so we packed up our trash and went to
take a look.


As we moved ahead, the sound of water rushing got louder.  I mentally
reviewed the trail maps, but I couldn't remember any mention of streams
or springs, only a lake much farther up the mountainside, almost at the
summit.

Deep in thought, I almost walked into Joy as she stopped suddenly after
rounding an outcropping.  The sound of water was much louder here, and
the source was quite obvious.

Apparently, all the recent rain must have flooded the upper lake, and
the excess water had come cascading down the mountainside.  A natural
rock trough in the side of the cliff had formed a pool, about 3 feet
deep of crystal clear water.  The water came from overhead, as it
tumbled from a rock outcropping, hanging over the trail, about 20 feet
up.

As we stopped to look, the sun came out from behind a cloud and passed
through the mist generated by the falling water.  A rainbow formed near
the surface of the pool.

Linda dipped her hand into the pool water.  "It's Warm!" she exclaimed.
 The rocks and water had been warmed by the sign at higher levels, and
the water kept that heat, so the pool was at a very pleasant
temperature.  Holly looked at the water, "Let's go swimming!"

"We don't have any bathing suits, silly, and we can't get our hiking
clothes wet," replied Linda.

Holly thought for a second.  "We could go skinny dipping!".  She
smiled, and the other girls started to nod.  Denise and I both spoke up
at once.  She pointed at me and said, "Remember him??"

The girls were crestfallen.  I didn't want to disappoint them, and
luckily, I came up with an idea.  We knew no one else was going to come
up from camp, so I could go further along on the trail, and make sure
no one came from that way.  Them I could come back in 2 hours or so,
and the girls would have the pool to themselves.  I wanted to do some
exploring anyway, and we had been going at a slower than usual pace for
me, so I welcomed the opportunity.

I outlined my idea to the girls.  Denise was a little uncomfortable
with the idea, but the eager looks on the girls faces persuaded her to
go along.  I offered to take one of the walkie talkies we had brought
along just in case, and with the that, she agreed.  I picked up my pack
and told the girls to give me 10 minutes to check the trail ahead, and
if I didn't come back to have fun.  I left around the bend.

Just past the pool, the trail turned and banked sharply, then climbed
quickly, and 10 minutes later, I was about 30 feet above the pool
level, and had crossed back over the stream that fed the waterfall.  I
paused, and bent to splash a little water on my face.

As I straightened up, I noticed a flash of light through some trees in
front of me that were growing on the outer bank of the trail.  I
stepped between them, hopped on a branch, and leaned forward.  From
here, I had a clear view of the mountainside, most of the way down.  A
thought struck me, and I readjusted my seat, leaned out a bit further,
and turned.  As I guessed, from here I had a fairly clear view of the
pool where I had left the campers.  I could see them standing at the
side of the pool and talking, but could not hear them.

Inspiration struck.  I could monitor the trail quite well from where I
was perched, and was invisible to the people below.  I recalled I had
idly tossed a pair of binoculars in my pack, and, adjusting myself on
the branch, reached around and extracted them.

Bringing the nocs to my eyes, I quickly focused on the pool below. 
Through the lenses, it was as if I was standing right on top of them.

As I fine tuned the focus, Denise looked at her watch and said
something to the other girls.  Everyone looked around nervously, and no
one moved for a couple of moments.  Finally, Holly said something to
the others.

She sat down on a fallen log and removed her shoes and socks.  Walking
over to the pool, she dipped her toe in and smiled broadly.  She said
something else to the other girls, then reached down and pulled her
shirt out from the waistband of her shorts.  I held my breath as she
unzipped the front of her shorts, but she was covered by the bottom of
her shirt as she slipped them off.  Again, her hands went to under her
shirt, and I saw her pale pink panties come down, the T-shirt still
covering most of her body.

My pulse quickened as she grasped the bottom of the T-shirt and lifted
it over her head, revealing her body, which was just on the edge of
puberty.  In the sunlight, I could see the small mounds where her
breasts were just starting to develop, nipples just tiny bumps on her
chest.  My gaze travelled down to between her legs, where I could just
see the outer lips of her 10 year old pussy.  She turned around to step
into the pool, giving me a wonderful view of her naked ass, before she
stepped in to the water.  With a smile, she playfully splashed some
water towards the others who were still watching.

Seeing her safely in the water, Randi and Dana were next to join in. 
Randi quickly removed her shoes, shorts, and t-shirt, pausing to stand
clad only in a white bra and panties.  As she reached around and
unclasped the bra, I noticed idly that  she had no tan lines.  I made a
mental note to find out where she did her sunbathing.  In one motion
she pulled down her panties and stepped into the water pool, not giving
me the opportunity for a good luck, but I could see enough to determine
she was a natural blond.  The water only rose above her belly, above
which her teenaged tits stood out firmly, nipples visible against brown
auroelae.

While I was watching Randi, Dana had removed her jeans and t-shirt. 
Dana was indeed a late developer, with small mounds just beginning to
show on her chest.  As she removed her pink panties, I could see the
barest fur around her naked pussy, which, surprisingly, had very full
lips.  She slid into the waist high water.

Joy and Linda looked a little uncomfortable but, clearly not wanting to
be left out, started to remove their clothing also.  Under her T-shirt,
Joy was flat chested, with only tiny nipples to indicate where things
would be happening in a few years.  Under her jeans, she was wearing
little "Pocohantas" underwear, which she folded neatly as she removed
them.  As she stood, I could just make out the outline of her
undeveloped womanhood.  Linda was wearing a bikini under her clothing,
with boxers, and decided to forgo the au natural look.

I watched the now naked youngsters play for a while in the water,
admiring the way it glistened of their firm young bodies as they moved
through it.  Then, I looked around for Denise.  When I located her with
the binoculars, I nearly came in my pants.  She had removed her clothes
and was standing directly under the falling water.  Her head was back
and she was letting the water flow down her body in a scene akin to a
magazine shoot.  My eyes eagerly followed the glistening trail of water
as if flowed down her face and lips, over her neck, and across her
breasts, which, while small, were perfectly shaped.  From the action of
the water, her nipple stood out fully an inch from her tits, almost
vibrating from the liquid's motion.  Along with the running water, my
gaze travelled further down, to where just the tip of her pubic bush
was visible above the water.



As  I continued to observe the girls in the water, I could no longer
contain myself.  Looking around, I checked to be sure that I could not
be seen from the trail.  Returning my attention to the scene below, I
reached down and unbuttoned my jeans.  Slipping them down, I removed my
hardening rod from its now confining prison.  With my free hand,
stroked up and down the shaft, using the pre-cum oozing out for
lubrication.  Between the scene below, and the risk of discovery, it
didn't take long before my hand increased its pace.  Finally, I felt
the pressure build, and with a grunt, shot my come into some nearby
leaves.  As I cleaned myself up with a tissue, my watch went off,
indicating it was time to head down.  Apparently the girls had reached
the same conclusion, and were beginning to exit the water and dry off,
my view covered by their towels.

I tucked myself back into my pants and started down.  As I arrived at
the bend just before the pool, I announced myself and waited for the
all clear, which came shortly.  Stepping back around the rock, I was
back at the pool.  The girls asked me what I had seen on the trail, and
I answered "Some really nice views..."

We paused to take a last look at the waterfall, which had already
slightly diminished from the stoppage of rain.  Then, we set off back
to camp, arriving around 4.

I stopped back at my cabin for a quick shower and a change of clothes
before dinner.  Being away all day, I grabbed something from the
kitchen and caught up on the days paper trail.

That night, each division had its own evening activity planned.  The
youngest group was having a campfire, while the oldest group was
tie-dying t-shirts.

The middle groups were hosting some campers from another camp a few
miles away in a volleyball mini-tournament.  We usually would have
these mini-events 3-5 times a summer with each age group.  I decided to
sit in on the game, which was using our only field with good night
lighting.

When I got there, the oldest girls from each camp were playing against
each other.  I recognised Dana as one of the players on our side of the
net.  Both teams were wearing their "uniforms." Ours consisted of a
light green T-shirt with the camp logo on the front, and dark green
shorts which also had a logo patch.  The other camper had brown
jogging-style shorts, with white t-shirts tucked in.  They also had
logos on their clothing, on the leg of the shorts and just above the
right breast.

Because of the way the field was laid out, and the direction I had come
from, I was looking directly towards the lights, which were at the far
end of the field from me.  When I perched on a pile of logs to watch
for a while, the players were silhouetted by the back lighting.

After the end of one match, which we won, the players switched sides of
the net, so that the the team from the other camp was between the
lights and myself.  As one of the campers set up to serve, I decided I
was going to stay a little longer, since I had noticed that the light
passed through the white T-shirts as if they were transparent.

The one girl lifted her arm to serve, and as she did so, her breasts
were perfectly displayed through the thin material.  She was about 5'0"
but apparently had spent her growth hormones in other areas.  My
attention slowly turned from the score, to the players.

Every time one of the players jumped for a return or dove to dig out
the ball, I was treated to a wonderful view of their heaving tits as
they bounced and swayed.  Only one player was wearing a bra, so the
delightful mounds were free to move naturally.

All too soon, the game ended and the girls from the other camp headed
to their buses, while ours hit the showers.  I thought about trying to
find a way to look into the showerhouse, but decided the risk was too
great.  Instead, since I had late patrol that night, a nape was in
order.  I stopped by each of the other units, but the youngest were
already in bed, and the oldest had completed their activity.  With mild
amusement, I noticed that in addition to t-shirts, some girls had dyed
other items of clothing, such as bras and panties.  Perhaps some of
them might be persuaded to model their new designs?  Just a thought.

I grabbed a coupla hours shuteye before patrol and this time, everyone
was back early, and there were no escapades.  I returned to my cabin
around 2:30 am, undressed and crawled into bed.  I was tired from the
long day, but my mind was still filled with the images of the day. 
Idly, I started stroking myself, but exhaustion won out, and I faded
into sleep.

Some time later, I found myself abruptly startled into wakefulness buy
a strange sound from near the door to my cabin.  I sleep "au natural"
so I started to fumble for a pair of sweats I knew I had left nearby. 
Picking up my flashlight, (one of those 5 D-cell versions made of
aluminium), I started to call out, but before I could, a small voice
whispered "SSSShhh.  Don't say anything!"  In the darkness, I could
barely make out a small form slipping into my cabin, then closing the
door.


I wake up slowly, so I was still a little foggy and reacting a bit
slower then I should have.  The as yet unidentified form, which I could
make out in the dim light from outside was a camper sitting on top of
the dresser near the door, moved around a bit, but didn't speak.

My wits were beginning to return and I pointed the flashlight above the
intruder and turned it on.  The camper put her hand up to shield her
eyes, and I could see it was Andy!  "What the heck are you doing here?"
 I whispered loudly, looking at the clock, "It's 4 AM!!  Do you know
how much trouble you are in??"

"Not as much trouble as you would be if I started screaming!" she said,
grinning, with a voice much older than her 13 years.  That shut me up
for a minuted.  Realising I was in bed naked, with a 13 year old girl
in the room, and how easily this could be misinterpreted, I quickly
tried to figure out what was going on.  As I did, I looked at her.  She
was wearing a light pink nightshirt that went down to her knees, with a
picture of Tweety on the front.  Her legs were crossed and she was
wearing sneakers without socks.

"What are you doing here?" I asked again, being sure to keep my voice
down.  Even if nothing was happening, the rumors would be enough to
cost me my job.

She looked at me with a funny gleam in her eye.  "I couldn't sleep, so
I thought I would come over here and show you what I do to help me
sleep."

"What?  You wanted me to help you count sheep or something???" I
sputtered.

Smiling, she replied, "No, stupid.  I came here because I knew you
would like me do THIS."  With that, she reached up her hand to cup her
left breast through the nightshirt.  I started to object, but my mouth
dried, and I found myself unable to speak.  The hand holding the
flashlight started to tremble, so I propped the light on the bed.

Andy brought her other hand up, and now was cupping her tits, and
stroking her nipples, still through the nightshirt.  Her eyes were
closed, and her legs uncrossed, swinging freely.  Her nipples, aroused
by the stimulation began to push through the fabric of the nightshirt.

Sliding down from the dresser top, she lifted the bottom of the
oversized shirt, swiftly pulling it up and over her head.  I could only
continue to stare silently as she again sat on the dresser and resumed
playing with her orange-sized tits.  Every so often, she would pause
and roll one of her nipples between her thumb and fingers.  I could
hear small gasps coming from her.

Fascinated, I watched as her right hand left her breast and drifted
down to the waistband of the green boxers she was wearing under the
shirt.  Her breathing grew more uneven as her hand passed the waistband
and began to stroke the front of the undergarment.

Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her legs began to move
apart.  Her left hand started squeezing her breasts harder, as her head
tilted back.  Her free hand moved back up, and slipped under the
waistband of her boxers.

Through, I could see the outline of her fingers as they moved around
the outside of her 13 year-old cunt.  Suddenly she gasped, and I saw
the outline of her hand as she slipped a finger inside.

Her other hand left where it had switched to the other breast, and
joined its partner under her shorts.  I could see the tips of her
fingers working around the top of her pussy.  While I couldn't see her
clitoris through the shorts, it was obvious her finger had found it,
from the way her hips started shaking.

Almost paralysed in disbelief and delight, I watched as her motions
increased in speed.  One finger was clearly visible through the green
cloth as it plunged in and out of her teenaged hole.  The gasping
noises reached frantic levels as her hips bucked wildly, to where I was
afraid she might have fallen off the dresser.

Abruptly, her back arched, and a sigh escaped her lips.  As her back
relaxed, she slipped her hands out from under the boxers and slid to
the floor.  She picked up her shirt from the edge of the bed where it
had fallen, and smiled as she looked at my stunned expression. 
Pointing at the tent in the sheets I had created with my dick, she
slipped the shirt back on, and with an impish grin said "NOW, I can
sleep."  She slipped out the door as swiftly as she had entered.

I waited a few moments for my pulse to subside, and make sure she was
gone.  Walking a bit unsteadily, I got up to lock the door.  As I did,
I noticed a wet spot on the top of the dresser, already beginning to
dry.  I dropped back on the bed.  Sure, SHE could sleep now...

Next Chapter:  Nikki does her penance, a fashion show, and a swim
party.

Girl Scout Camp Adventures:

by NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)


Disclaimer:

This story includes erotic material that may include consensual and
non-consensual sex between adults and minors.  If such material offends
you, or you are not legally permitted to possess such material, please
discard this immediately.


Chapter 8 - ÒDiscipline must be maintained....Ó

Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  Bzzt.  The insistent buzz of the alarm clock
brought me back to the present from where my mind had been locked in a
loop replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only
hours ago.  I had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully
dozing.

I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third cup of
coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on
the weekly payables.  It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the
task at hand.

Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the job. 
I was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock on my
office door.  Muttering ÒYeah?Ó, I looked up from my desk.

One of the secretaries poked her head in.  ÒDave?  ThereÕs a counselor
here to see you.  She said you told her to come by before lunch.Ó

Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had asked to
come in.  Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in.  When I saw
who it was, I remembered.  It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet
me to find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous week. 
With all that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I put on
a stern face and decided to see how it went.

Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up.  ÒDave, before you say
anything, I just wanted you to know IÕm really sorry and it wonÕt
happen again.Ó Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a
severe expression.  I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze
alternated between me and the floor.

I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk.  ÒIÕll
tell you what.  You caught me in a good mood, so IÕll let you pick your
own punishment.  If I think it is fair, thatÕs what it will be, but if
I think it it too easy, IÕll come up with something much worse!Ó  I
lifted my lips in a slight smile.

Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my offer.
 Finally, she came to a decision.  ÒMy father always said that bad
girls needed a good spanking.Ó

All I can say in my own defense is that my brains were still addled
from the night before, or I never would have considered that request. 
As it was, the professional in me urged me to reject the idea out of
hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal side.

I made my decision.  Standing up,  I stepped around my desk.  ÒSounds
fair.  Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest period
starts.  You can go, IÕll see you then.Ó  I picked up a folder from my
desk and pretended to read it, not looking at her as she left.

I had to finish the bills by lunch, and the time pressure, coupled with
sheer monotony, cleared my mind of thoughts about the pending
encounter.  It was only when I saw Nikki in the dining hall at lunch
that my concerns reappeared, but I could hardly back down now. 
Besides, I didnÕt really WANT to.

After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some
firewood dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes/  With the
the campers in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there.

Inside the shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows around
the roof, I rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a
bench.  Sitting down, I waited for Nikki to arrive.

At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard footsteps
approach, then a tap on the door.  NikkiÕs voice.  ÒDave?Ó

ÒCome.Ó I replied.  The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing the
door behind her.  She turned to face me.  Nikki was about 5Õ6Ó, maybe
120lbs.  Short brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over
her blue eyes.  A halter top covered her above average sized breasts,
complimented by white denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers.

From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that was a
mix of apprehension and anticipation.  I spoke up.  ÒSince you were
twenty-five minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times.  I think you
know the position.Ó  I pointed to my lap.

Without a word, Nikki walked over and kneeled, then leaned across my
lap, so I supported most of her weight.  In this position, her ass was
raised slightly, directly under my right hand, while the underside of
her breasts brushed the outside of my left leg.

Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in
immediately.  As I counted out ÒOne.Ó I dropped my left hand firmly to
strike her on the left buttock.

A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it.  Pausing slightly, I
delivered strike number two to the other cheek with slightly more
force.  This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the gasp. 
Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I was
sure that Nikki was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly more,
than I was.  This was confirmed after strike number eight, when I
allowed my hand to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up
to meet my hand, accompanied by a definite moan.

Time to up the ante, I decided.  I temporarily stopped my actions, and
told Nikki to stand up.   She looked at me with a puzzled expression. 
I pointed to her, ÒI think those shorts are providing too much padding.
 Remove them.Ó  Anxiously, I waited to see if I had pushed things too
far.  With an unreadable expression on her face, Nikki reached down and
undid the upper snap and zipper.  The white shorts fell to the floor,
revealing emerald green panties, with a black waistband.  High cut, it
revealed her hips nicely.  Without being asked, she resumed her
previous position.

I paused only for a moment to admired the silk covered ass before
delivering stroke number nine.  This time, as my hand impacted her
panty covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her pussy against my
leg, with yet another moan.

Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten, eleven,
twelve, and thirteen.  After each stroke, for only a moment, I rested
my hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm.  I could
feel a small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties.


Numbers fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so I
decided to see how far I could take this.  I told her to rise again,
and hesitantly, she turned to face me.  I reached out and hooked my
finger under the top of her halter top and pulled her closer, turning
her sideways.   Idly, I traced a finger around the rear of her panties,
feeling the muscles quiver slightly.  Her eyes were closed, but popped
open as I delivered a sharp smack.  In the sternest voice I could still
manage, I told her to remove the panties, there was still too much
padding.

The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had overdone
it.  As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction, she
turned and hooked her fingers into the black waistband.  With her back
to me, she lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her
perfect, if slightly red, ass to my view.  Stepping out of the panties,
she returned to her position quickly, again with no comment.

Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my harder
impacts. From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my leg,
I could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realised just how much she was
enjoying this.  Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side was
in contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole.

Nine strikes to go.  I brought my hand down on the naked flesh of her
left buttock and was rewarded with a low groan, and an increased
feeling of dampness on my leg.  Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty
only intensified the effect.

Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike twenty-one, I
let my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and exploring with
the tips of my fingers.  She responded by wiggling her whole lower
body, and a whispered Ôyes.....Ó.

Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again.  Whap!  This time, I used
my whole hand to massage the affected globe.  Her wriggling motion was
almost constant now, and my leg was positively wet.

Number twenty three repeated the process on the other cheek, while
twenty-four was spread across both.  I allowed my hand to continue
massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke.  Nikki
was whimpering now, as if begging for release.

With my left hand, I spread her cheeks to uncover her lower openings. 
I raised my right hand and brought it down sharply, direct on her rear
entry, the impact of the strike driving the tip of my finger inside. 
The stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge, and she screamed as a small
stream of fluid ran over my leg.  Her legs shuddered as she tried to
maintain her position.

Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the cabin
door.  ÒI hope weÕve learned our lesson,Ó I said as I stepped out. 
Closing the door behind me, I realised that as deterrents went, what
just happened probably was not all that effective.  Ah well.

I started back to the office, but a feeling of tightness in my
underwear indicated a visit to my cabin first was in order.

The rest of the day passed with little incident, mainly as the campers
were busy preparing for the eveningÕs main activity, the annual fashion
show.  The fashion show was one of the big events of the season.  Many
campers brought special items from home.  Even some of the staff
participated.

To respect some of the campersÕ concerns, all male staff were given the
evening off, and ÔencouragedÕ to leave camp.  Ordered actually.  I
planned ahead.

The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged off,
claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands.
  She had, but I donÕt think she realised quite what I had in mind.

After dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to head
off, got in the wagon, and headed out the main entrance.

About three hundred yards down the access road, I pulled the wagon off
into a small clearing hidden from view, locked it, and made my way back
to the Rec Hall by way of a small trail.  The rec hall was still dark,
and I quickly used a small maintenance ladder to climb up through a
trapdoor into the old storage loft, pulling the ladder up after me.

We didnÕt use the old loft anymore, and during the day I had tacked
down a few boards to allow me to move back and forth around the Rec
Hall without noise, and observed.  At one end of the loft, I had a view
of the dressing area backstage, and at the other, an old fan vent gave
me a clear view of the stage.  A couple bottles of water and a
flashlight were all I needed.  I dug a paperback out of my packet and
waited for the entertainment to begin.

The campers started to pile in somewhere in the middle of chapter 12. 
The fashion show had a fairly simple format, so that everyone could
watch, a group of eight or ten campers in a particular theme would go
backstage, set up, then come out.  After that, the next group would go
back, while the audience talked, everyone sat down again, and the
process repeated.  I had seen the program at the office earlier, which
called for ÔdaywearÕ, ÔswimwearÕ, Ôevening wearÕ, ÔsleepwearÕ, Ôstaff
wearÕ, and something called ÔnightwearÕ.

The first group went backstage.  I didnÕt expect much from the daywear
category out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of the
hall.  Through a hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and
see a fairly decent sized area of the dressing room.  I could see the
girls milling around, but most of them had worn their outfits in,
hiding them under sheets or something similar.  At the edge of my field
of vision, I could see what appeared to be the tips of a pair of
bra-encased tits, but they never moved clearly into view.  The campers
started to move out front, so I went back to my seat by the vent as the
music began.

Tracy introduced Jackie as the eveningÕs MC, and they started.  She was
sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head visible
behind a light and sound controls.  Each girl came out to Ôher songÕ,
and stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables leading off
the stage.  After spinning once or twice, she walked back, posed, and
stepped backstage.

The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions of the
usual items seen around camp.  The kids seemed to enjoy it tho, as the
applause was loud after every presenter.  My interested perked up,
however, as Jackie said ÒNow, for something a little more ÔdaringÕ,
hereÕs Sandra, in a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.ÕÓ

From behind the curtain, out came Sandra, a blond, 15-year-old camper
whose athletic body had captured my attention repeatedly over the past
few days.  She had wrapped a large towel around herself, and as she got
halfway down the runway, she tossed it over her shoulder and let it
fall.

There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and I
almost joined in.  Sandra was wearing a white Ôcrop topÕ that was about
two sizes too small, with no bra.  Her nipples could be seen quite
clearly through the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out
that showed off her wonderful cleavage.

Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a tiny pair of denim
shorts that had to have been applied with a shoe-horn.  Every curve of
muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a vague outline of
her pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper.  As she turned,
you could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks together. 
Sandals without socks completed the outfit.

After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of the
daywear group was anti-climactic.  Deciding I would rather be
surprised, I stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group.

Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling around, as
they waited for the swimwear group to begin.  In what I found to be a
surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats. 
This time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stageÕs corner spots
were turned on to highlight the center area.  JackieÕs voice came
through the sound system.

ÒOur first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a
one-piece from her ÔBaywatchÕ collection.  Becky stepped out from
behind the curtain, an eight-year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit
like the ones used in the TV series.  As she pirouetted at the end, the
suit rode up between her ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely.

ÒNext is Trish, from the Debutantes (older middle girls).  SheÕs
modelling another one-piece outfit.Ó  Trish was an eleven-year-old
brunette, just starting to develop.  The green one-piece she wore
hugged her curves nicely.

ÒOur third model is Amanda, from the Juniors, with the final one-piece
of the night, called Peek-A-Boo.Ó  Amanda was 9, with brown hair.  When
she stepped out, she was wearing what appeared to be a standard solid
white bathing suit.  However, as she walked the runway, her hand
reached down and pulled off the side of the suit, revealing bare skin. 
As she moved, additional sections of the suit, presumably held on by
something like velcro were removed, leaving areas of naked skin on both
her sides and belly, as well as the upper center of the chest, creating
a decidedly erotic look.

ÒTHAT was interesting.  Next is one of our seniors, Jeanette, with her
ÔTie-DyeÕ bikini, which she made herself, here at camp.Ó  Jeanette was
14, and nicely built, with long legs.  She had tie-dyed a white bikini
with purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so that the patterns centered
right on her nipples and pubic mound.

ÒNext is Erica, also from our seniors group, in her Ômetallic fantasyÕ.
 Erica, a fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out wearing a
bikini that looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales.  As she
moved, the metallic fabric shifted, catching the light and pulling
lookerÕs attentions to different parts of her body.

ÒFrom the Juniors comes Diane, wearing ÔPink DelightÕ.  When Diane came
out, my first thought was to wonder what parent sent that to camp for a
nine-year-old.  Diane, a blonde, was wearing a pink micro bikini-top,
which had her breasts started to develop, would not have covered them. 
At is was, small rises of flesh around the edge of the pink triangles
showed where nature was beginning its work.  Her pink bottoms consisted
of only a string around the waist, and a triangle of fabric so small as
to be noticed only by the color difference.  As she spread her legs in
the turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips of her pussy
clearly became visible for a moment to the sides of the cloth.  On her
route back, the pink string that made of the bikiniÕs rear literally
disappeared between her cheeks.

ÒLast, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes (younger
middle) division, wearing Neon Nights.Ó  Michelle, an eleven-year-old
brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange
bikini.  Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but when she
reached the end of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it down,
Underneath was a slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top.  The same
happened to the bottoms.

The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got ready to
perform.  While interesting, I had hopes for better things.

As the performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the loft
again, and tried to peek in on the activity below.  Alas, someone had
hung a cloth or towel of some kind over a string that had been under
the viewhole, and I couldnÕt see a thing.  Grumbling under my breath, I
returned to my position.

Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed.  Out of the speaker
system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular back
then, I forget the title.

JackieÕs voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost totally
and a spot went up on center stage.  ÒFirst up, we have Brenda.  Brenda
is modelling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for more
than just meetings.Ó  She wasnÕt kidding.  Brenda, a leggy 15 year old
with light auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major changes
to the uniform.

The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a slit side
that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she walked. 
As she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties.

She had shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the upper
two buttons open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, which
drew the viewers eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts.  A
slightly small vest, and a beret at a rakish angle completed the
ensemble.  This outfit could turn a Girl Scout recruiting poster into a
porno film ad.  Brenda left the stage to thunderous applause.

The spotlight refocused on the center stage.  Next up is Janine, from
our Rockettes division, wearing the ÔlayeredÕ look.  Janine stepped out
from behind the curtain.  Initially, her outfit was not very
impressive, consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants.

A different voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I could not
recognise it, or see the speaker.  ÒNot all evenings are fancy dress
affairs.  Sometimes, you want something a little more comfortable, less
formal, and more versatile.  Janine tossed her light brown hair over
her shoulder.

ÒFirst, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the beach, or
a trip to the movies.  Janine posed.

ÒIf you feel a bit warm, you can remove the top.Ó  Janine reached down,
and with that crossed arm motion I always find so exciting, quickly
removed the sweatshirt.  Underneath was a tight black T-shirt that
outlined her girlish curves and budding tits.

ÒStill warm?  Off with the bottoms!Ó  With a swing of her hips, Janine
pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet.  This
revealed a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around
her legs.

ÒIf after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one layer
further.Ó  Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off the
T-shirt and tossed her hair again.  A pale yellow sports bra
highlighted her now revealed tummy.  Tiny bumps could be seen through
the stretching fabric.

ÒFinally, after you get home, its time to get comfortable....Ó  With a
quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and pulled. 
Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer
shorts that matched the bra.  Janine took a quick turn on the catwalk,
gathered up her clothes, and returned backstage.

While interesting, neither of the next two presenters were worth
detailing.  Peri, a junior modelled a fancy dress, and Belle modelled
an evening gown that would have been far more attractive on someone
who, shall we say, was a little more slender.

There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear model
got ready.  This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular
outfit.

I wasnÕt disappointed.  ÒOur final eveningwear model is Terri, who is
modelling a selection from a certain well-known catalog.Ó

As I heard the name, I immediately perked up.  Terri was a tall
brunette with hazel eyes.  She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing
around camp, but even that could not conceal what appeared to be a
spectacular figure.

When she stepped out into the circle of light formed by the spot, my
dick, in all seriousness, turned into a bar of iron.  Terri was wearing
a one piece dress of a spandex like material, bright red.  Two shoulder
straps scooped down into a plunging v-neck which displayed the cleavage
between her pert breasts.  A zipper travelled the full length of the
dress to a high cut hem.  If she turned just so, a patch of shadow was
the only cover her panties had.  As she reached the end of the catwalk
and turned around, I found myself forcibly restraining myself from
jerking off right there.  The back of the dress plunged all the way
down to just above a gorgeous ass, and the short hem produced only a
patch of shadow even smaller than the one in front.  When she left the
stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for several seconds.

As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited for the lump in
my pants to subside.  Thankfully, it would take a few minutes for the
swimwear models to get ready.

Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was unremarkable,
consisting of sleepshirts, pajamas, and the like.  As the presentation
concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room. 
After the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest divisions
back to their beds.  Once they were gone, the tension rose higher as
the lights dimmed for the last section.

ÒFinally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our ÔnightwearÕ
collection.  There are three presenters tonight, and I think you will
like all of them.Ó

Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme.  As the volume
rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth through
the curtain.  I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one
African-american counselor, Keisha.

Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha ÔslinkedÕ from behind the
curtain.  She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below the hem
of the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white shoes with
4 inch heels.  As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the floor. 
If ë had needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down just
then. Keisha was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves
covering her arms.  The zig-zagging ties in front pushed her ample
cleavage up and out as her belly button peeked between the laces. 
Elastic bands were clipped from the bottom of the corset to her
stocking, highlighting white thin panties through which her pubic hair
was clearly visible.  As she struck a couple of poses, I could feel
drops of liquid oozing from the end of my again hard manhood.  I didnÕt
have time to recover, because as soon as she left, the spot moved to
the side of the stage for model number 2.

Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike.  I could only
think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight of her
outfit.  As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly
spilled over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it
was ready to burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at
the top.  A matching G-string panty the size of a large stamp barely
covered her pussy mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels
accented every curve on her legs.

By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I watched
the spot traverse the stage.  Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond.
 Her red robe fell apart and off her shoulders.  She was wearing a pair
of brief white floral panties that were tied at each side with small
bows, and a clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms.  As
the light full hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed. 
Everyone gasped.

The bra had no front panels!  Her solid pink nipples poked out firmly
from her firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed.  My dick throbbed
painfully.

As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage.  As the bowed,
I lost it.  My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly.  Without every
touching myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my
pants. By the time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the
three beauties had left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall.  I
waited for the room to clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at
the cabin for a change of clothes.  Thankfully, my jeans mostly look
alike.

After picking up the wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up appearances
and returned to camp about an hour before curfew.

I was still a little too agitated to sleep, so I decided to take a
quick stroll around the grounds.  It seemed like a lot of people were
out, I barely saw anyone.  As I was passing a trail to the lake area, I
heard the sounds of giggling and splashing.  Curious, I headed down the
trail to see what was going on.

Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being out
of camp had decided to go skinny dipping.  Had I realised this, I
probably would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and
grabbed their towels, affording me only a tantalising glimpse of
breasts and assess as they skittered past me.  Funny though, I could
swear one or two of them winked at me as they went past.

Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights sleep. 
Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday before my day off.

Next Chap: Games people play....

Girl Scout Camp Adventures

by NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)


Disclaimer:  The following material contains acts of consensual sexual
activity between persons of all genders, sexual orientation, and age
groups.  If you find this material offensive, or should not legally
posses same, please delete this document before reading any further.


Chapter 9 - Games People Play....

TGFF.  Well, more accurately, TGFDO.  Thank G-d for days off. 
Especially if they start on a Friday.  These were my thoughts as I
spent the morning making sure all the necessary work was done before
leaving for 24 hours of down time.

It was a bright, sunny, warm, day and I look forward to an afternoon of
hiking, a quiet night at a local motel (alone!), a large breakfast made
with REAL eggs, and a leisurely walk back to camp by noon Saturday.

I left the camp in order, I came back in the middle of a mess.  Don't
get me wrong, Kids have to be Kids and all that, but apparently things
had gotten a bit out of hand the night before.  Apparently, five of the
15 year old campers had decided to play a joke on the junior 'bed
wetters'.  Late at night, just before curfew, they snuck out of their
tents and dumped buckets of ice water of the Juniors bedrolls, with the
Juniors inside them.  The resultant screams woke the camp before the
Seniors could return to their own beds.  The damage was minimal, people
were apparently more upset at being woke up.

When I came back on Sat, the five culprits had just finished washing
and drying (by hand!) the clothes they had soaked, and were waiting at
a picnic table to hear what the rest of their punishment would be.

Traci filled me in, and immediately seconded her decision.  That night,
the entire camp was going out  to see a movie featuring the latest
heartthrob (I forget who it was).  Making our 'fearsome five' remain
behind in camp, in an empty tent, seemed like a good punishment.  Well,
I couldn't go suggesting the Nikki method now, could I?

Traci asked me if I wouldn't mind doing the honors and staying behind
to keep an eye on things.  "No problem." I replied, "not my kind of
film anyway."  Promising to find em a counselor to keep me company
(darn), she went off to inform or juvenile delinquents of their revised
evening schedule.  A chorus of groans told me she had.

I went back to my cabin and packed away some laundry I had done the
last evening.  Funny, it seemed like I had more underwear when I came
to camp.

I spent the rest of the day catching up around camp, and even found
time for a leisurely boat ride across the lake.  Fully recharged and
refreshed for the first time in weeks, the afternoon passed quickly for
me.

Right after dinner, the girls got ready to board buses for their movie
trip.  The theater was about an hour away, so they had to leave early
in time to make the show.  My five charges were sent to the empty tent
where they would be spending their evening.

We had taken an unused tent in the Junior division and tied the rear
flap closed from the outside, and thrown some mattresses in there so
the girls had some place to sit or lay.  We allowed each girl to bring
a pillow, as well as books or whatever else small they wanted.

I arrived about fifteen minutes after the girls did.  The tent flap was
closed, and I could hear talking coming from inside, probably the girls
complaining about how unfair this all was.

The flap popped open, and out came the counselor who would be joining
me this evening at the tent the other campers were now jokingly calling
the 'isolation ward.'  To my great surprise and pleasure, it was Kate. 
We had not had a good chance to talk since I brought her to camp, so it
looked like this was going to be a better evening than I thought. 
Turns out she didn't like romantic films much either.

I smiled at Kate as a poked my head into the tent to let the girls know
I was there.  I warned them very firmly that if Kate or I had to come
into the tent for ANY reason, I'd think of something worse than this. 
"Other than that," I promised, "we'll leave you alone for the rest of
the evening."  Before I left, I looked over the five girls, who were
sprawled on the mattresses in various positions.

Closest to the flap was Samantha, a petite brunette with large breasts.
 Beyond her was Caroline, light brown hair, about 5'2", 1110 max.  To
her right was Bambi (really), a tall-for-her-age blonde with nice legs.
 Just in front of Bambi was Lois.  Lois was only 4'8" or so but had a
wonderful ass often covered by her long blond hair.  Finally, there was
Marnie, the group's 'leader', about 5' 4" with a body some models would
kill for.  I was given to believe she had done a few commercials for
juniors lingerie.

Fixing the girls with what I hoped was one last menacing glare, I left
the tent and shut the flap and went over to the picnic table we had
setup up outside.  A quick treatment with some bug repellent, oreos
unpacked, and we were set for the night.

Kate and I spent the next hour or so catching up on camp and such,
going over what happened since she had arrived, our last days off, etc.
 When we paused in our conversation, we noticed that it seemed awfully
quiet inside the tent.  Deciding to check in without letting them know
we were, we crept around the side of the tent and peered in through a
window, the flap to which we had conveniently left a little open just
for such an occasion.

As it turned out, everything was just fine.  The girls had pulled their
mattresses together in the center of the tent and were playing poker,
using M+M's as chips.

Were were about to sneak back to the table when I heard Marnie speak
up.  "This is SO boring."

Bambi replied, "I have an idea.  What about Strip Poker?"  The girls
all nodded, so Bambi went on.  "Lets see, everyone gets 10 M+Ms.  When
you run out of M+Ms, you have to take of a  piece of clothing, then
everyone gives you two from their pile.  Sound fair?"

All the girls agreed, and Bambi divided the M+Ms as Lois reshuffled the
cards.  All the girls were wearing sweats, it was a surprising cool
night and we had left them a fan in the tent, mostly to cover any noise
we might have made while checking on them.

I got up from a crouch and started to head for the table, but before I
moved, I felt Kate's hand grab my wrist.  I looked at her and was
shocked when she mouthed the words "Let's stay and watch!"

I didn't even have to respond, my expression must have said it all. 
With a smile, Kate pulled me down to sit on a stump where we could see
in, but they could not see us unless they came right up to the window. 
With her hand still grasping my wrist, Kate found a spot next to me and
turned to watch the activity.  "What the hell, there is always
unemployment..." I thought to myself.  At least, since the seven of us
were the only ones in camp, we were not going to be interrupted.

While we were getting settled, the girls had started their game.  We
watched them play, and listened as they went, starting slow, but
getting into a good game rhythm.  It didn't take long for the first
victim to fall.  Ironically, it was the one who suggested the game,
Bambi.  The other girls teased her gently as she pulled her sweatshirt
over her head.  Underneath was a pale yellow T-shirt that showed the
outline of her bra beneath.

Shortly after, Samantha, Caroline and Lois all lost their sweatshirts,
all were wearing T-shirts.  Caroline and Samantha both had on blue T's,
Lois's was black.

Caroline was the first girl to lose a different piece of clothing. 
Losing her last M+M to Marnie, she she stood and stepped out of her
sweatpants, but the length of her shirt prevented any view we may have
had.

I was still a little uncomfortable with this situation.  Looking over
at Kate, I saw she was paying rapt attention to the activities going on
inside the tent.  Checking her hand on my wrist, I notice that her grip
had loosened, and her fingers had started to move slightly back and
forth on the inside of my wrist.  Comforting myself with the thought
that she was as guilty as I, I returned my attention to the game.

During my musings, no one had lost any more clothing, buy Marnie had
acquired a small fortune in M+M's and all the other girls were almost
out.  It was obvious where the luck was so far tonight.

Sure enough, two hands later, both Bambi and Samantha again found
themselves out of candy.  Bambi, as if slightly embarrassed, stood and
stepped out of her sweats quickly, but I caught a flash of pink before
her T-shirt settled.  To my surprise, Samantha didn't remove her pants,
but instead pulled off her T-shirt.  Her melon sized breasts were
barely held in by a white sports-style bra.  The pressure on the bra
material forced it tightly over her nipples, making them stand out
prominently.

The tables turned for a few hands, and Marnie lost her M+M hoard, as
well as her sweatshirt and green T-shirt, leaving her upper body
covered by only a black sports bra.  The sight of her perfect tits clad
only in that bra made my mouth water.

Giving Marnie the required two M+Ms left Samantha empty so after losing
the next had, she too had to give up her sweatpants.  Underneath, she
had on plain white cotton panties, cut high on the side.  Her legs were
spectacular.

I stole another glance at Kate, who's hand was now running up and down
the entire length of my arm.  Her attention was still firmly focused on
the inside of the tent, so I decided to to take advantage of this and
moved a little closer to her, so that we were almost touching.

When I turned my attention back to the tent, Lois had lost her sweat
pants and Caroline had just run out of M+M's.  Getting to her knees,
she lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the corner.  As
she shook out her hair, her adolescent breasts shimmied under a white
lacy bra.

Lois interrupted the game.  "I have another idea.  Let's change the
rules.  First, if anyone loses a piece of clothing, the person with the
winning hand gets to remove it.  AND if the winning hand is a straight
flush or better, the winner gets to remove one piece of clothing from
everyone!"  All the girls looked at each other, and agreed.  The cards
were dealt again.

This time, as the cards were dealt, there was a greater level of
tension in the tent.  It took a few hands before anything happened, but
finally Marnie tossed down her cards.  "Damn, not one M+M."  Who won?

Bambi smiled as she held up her hand with three Aces and motioned
Marnie to stand.  Kneeling in front of the standing teen, Bambi hooked
her thumbs into the waistband of Marnie's sweatpants.  With a yank, she
jerked them down to the ankles.  Marnie was wearing light blue bikini
panties, through which her black pubic hair was faintly visible before
she quickly sat back down.

Candy traded positions for another few hands until Bambi found herself
on the short end of the sugar, as it were.  This time, Caroline had the
winning hand, a full house.  Bambi stood up as Caroline came over to
her.  With an impish grin on her lips, Caroline grasped the bottom of
Bambi's T-shirt and slowly raised it towards Bambi's head.  Bambi gave
a visible shudder as the hem of the shirt crossed the front of her
breasts, silhouetted nicely in profile, contained in an emerald green
silk bra.  Caroline pulled the T-shift off and added it to the pile in
the corner.

It finally penetrated my stunned consciousness that it had grown dark
outside.  Fully committed now, I nudged Kate and motioned that we
should move closer to the window so we could get an even better view. 
Quickly, we picked up the log stumps we had been sitting on and slid em
closer to the tent.  When we put them down, the logs were closer
together and I felt her hand reach behind me and start scratching my
back.  It was a little chilly, so I put my hand around her and pulled
her a bit closer too.

No one had lost any clothing while we were resettling, and a hand was
just ending.  Samantha smiled as she displayed three kings, and pointed
to Lois as she started to scoop up the candy pile..  Before she could
move, Caroline said "Hold It!" and flipped her cards into the center of
the table.  There was a collective "Oh Damn!."  Straight flush, 9-5 in
hearts.

Smiling broadly, Caroline lined the girls up, thankfully on the
opposite side of the tent facing us.  She took a second to decide who
was first, but finally motioned Bambi  forward.  "Alphabetical order
always works..."

Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent profile view. 
Stepping around the slightly trembling Bambi, she reached up and undid
the clasp on the back of the emerald green bra, easing it around to the
front, and up.  I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked to me as if she
had deliberately caused the material to brush Bambi's nipples.  As the
bra fell away, Bambi's breasts settled out, as her nipples hardened in
the cool air.  Perhaps being merciful, Caroline told Bambi to sit down.

Lois' turn.  Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi had just vacated.
 Smiling even more broadly, Caroline stepped to Lois' front and tugged
her T-shirt up.  As the hem slipped past the underside of her breasts,
it was clear that Lois was not wearing a bra.  This time I was sure. 
As Caroline raised the T-shirt, she definitely pushed the material
tight against the front of Lois' tits.  Lois swayed slightly as the
T-shirt cleared her head and flew into the corner.  The loss of her
T-shirt also revealed pale blue bikini bottoms, covering that ass.  God
what an ass, even better than I imagined.  Lori stood for a moment,
then sat too.

I was monetarily distracted by pressure on my right leg.  I looked
down, and saw that Kate had put her free hand on my thigh and was
kneading up and down gently.  I wasted no time in doing the same with
my free hand.  I didn't want to miss the show, so I quickly looked back
into the tent.

Marnie had taken over the spot just vacated by Lori.  I felt my manhood
rise inside my sweats as I thought of those delicious breasts soon to
be freed from their confinement.

Caroline stepped behind Marnie and ran her fingers up Marnie's sides,
causing her to jump slightly.  Reaching the bottom of Marnie's bra, she
grasped the front and rear and lifted quickly, leaving Marnie's breasts
bouncing slightly as they snapped free.  My dick sprang to full
attention, and I worried for a second about Kate's hand which was
inching ever closer with each stroke, as mine travelled further up the
leg of her sweats.

Alas, my view of Marnie's pear shaped breasts was all to short as she
sat and covered them with crossed arms.  Meanwhile, Caroline had
brought Samantha over.  Due to the size of Samantha's tits, Caroline
had some difficulty removing her bra, but finally worked it free.  Once
released, they settled into place, as her nipples joined the rest
poking out into the cold air..  She rejoined the other seated players.

All the girls silently looked at one another, as if to say "Now
what???".  Marnie broke the silence.  " How about once last hand. 
Winner take all, the others have to do WHATEVER she says for the rest
of the night..."

Everyone glanced at her neighbors, uncertainly, then nodded.  Engrossed
in the unfolding events, I jumped as Kate's hand made contact with the
lump in my pants, which had begun to subside only slightly. 
Embarrassed, I quickly looked in her direction, but she just smiled,
and turned back to the tent window.  Her fingers continued their
stroking, not changing their location.  One good turn deserved another,
so I inched my fingers closer to her crotch.  Her legs parted slightly.
 From her back, I moved my other hand to her side, lightly scratching
her ribs and the sides of her breasts through her clothing.

The girls had dealt out their last hand and were looking at their
cards.  All of them took 2 or 3 cards, so there was no clear winner.

No one wanted to be the first to show their hand, so there was a long
pause until Samantha, with a muttered "Damn!" put her cards on the
mattresses...face up.  Pair of 2s.  She looked up.

Caroline -  Three of a kind in 3s.

Lori - Two Pair, Queens and 4s.

Marnie - Three of a Kind in 5s.

Everyone looked at Bambi, who laid out her cards.  Ace high.  As one,
they all turned to Marnie who broke into a big smile.  "Showtime!".

Marnie looked around at her fellow campers, vaguely reminding me of the
way one might choose meat in a butcher shop.  You could almost sense
the gears turning in her head as she considered her options.  Finally,
she pointed to Caroline, still clad in a bra and briefs, she said
"Well, you still seem to be a bit overdressed.  We need to fix that. 
Who wants to volunteer?"

Possibly hoping to get whatever Marnie had in mind over sooner, Bambi
raised her hand slowly.  Marnie directed Lois and Samantha to move out
of the way, and positioned two mattresses together on the center of the
floor.

Settling herself against the side of the tent, she directed Caroline to
lay on her back in the center of the mattresses, and told Bambi to get
two T-shirts from the discarded clothing pile and come over to her. 
With one T-shirt,Marnie blindfolded the kneeling teen, then  tied her
hands together with the remaining shirt, so that the palms faced each
other.  The bound teen was then directed to kneel at Caroline's side,
so that her knees were touching Caroline's ribs.

"Bambi, I want you to remove Caroline's bra and panties.  You can only
use your hands as is."   Bambi lowered her bound hands in search of
Caroline's bra.  Unable to see, she landed them on Caroline's
midsection, causing a small gasp.  Caroline started to speak, but a
look from Marnie, with her finger over her lips, cautioned her to
silence.

As she explored with her fingers, trying to orient herself on
Caroline's body, the tickling motion made the reclining teen squirm. 
Finally, Bambi's questing fingers found the material of Caroline's bra,
and from there quickly guided themselves to the clasp in the center. 
It took only a moment for the bra to spring open, revealing breasts
topped by brown aureolae. While removing the bra, Bambi's hands, clumsy
because of the bonds, scraped the surface of each breast, causing their
nipples, and Caroline, to rise in arousal.  Caroline raised her body,
and the bra was slipped off.  In the silence, all the girls could be
heard to be breathing a little heavier. The bra removed, Bambi trailed
her fingers down Caroline's body, eliciting small tremors until she
reached the waistband of the pale yellow panties.  With her hands tied,
Bambi could not reach both sides of the undergarment, so was forced to
pull the garment down from the front.  As she did so, she revealed
Caroline's light brown pussy hair, and her hands brushed Caroline's
mound, causing the teen to moan. Once that was passed, the panties were
quickly removed off Caroline's leg.  Marnie stood, untied Bambi and
sent them back with the other two.

As Marnie planned her next actions, the lull in activity allowed the
girls in the tent to relax slightly, and my attention to return to my
own body.  Kate's hand had not stopped, and the tip of my dick was
threatening to poke out of the top of my jeans.  I had not been idle,
and noticed a slight  dampness where my finger had been making circular
motions between Kate's legs.  I decided to up the tempo a bit, but
before I could, my attention was drawn back to the interior of the
tent.

Marnie now had Lois standing at attention in the center of the
mattresses and was giving her instructions.  "No matter what happen's
you can't move or make a sound.  If you do, you will have to go
outside, dressed just like this.  Understand?"  Lois swallowed once,
and nodded.  Idly, I wondered why no one had "chickened out" but
attributed it to the female version of male pride.

Leaving Lois standing, Marnie went over to Samantha and whispered a set
of instructions into her ear.  Samantha's expression rapidly changed
from curiosity, to amazement, to downright shock, to a broad smile. 
Lois just looked more nervous.

Instructions completed, Marnie moved back to her previous seat to watch
as Samantha rose and stepped towards a trembling Lois.  As she got
closer, Samantha picked up one of the discarded T-shirts, then stepped
behind Lois, blindfolded her, and stepped behind her.

Reaching forward, Samantha slowly scraped her nails down Lois' back. 
The blonde trembled slightly, but did not move.  After a few seconds of
this, it was obvious Lois was not giving in, so Samantha tried a little
harder.  Stepping forward she pressed the tips of her breasts into
Lois' back and reached around.  While moving her breasts gently against
the blonde's back, Samantha took each of Lois' nipples between a finger
and thumb and kneaded them gently.  Lois' nipples sprang to attention
and she swayed slightly, but still did not move or utter a sound.

Samantha kept trying for a moment or two longer, but unable to evoke a
response from Lois, played what would be her last card.  Removing one
hand from Lois' breasts, Samantha moved it down and slipped it under
the waistband of Lois' pale blue panties.  Through the material, I
could see her finger massage the front of Lois' womanhood, then slip
inside!

The muscles stood out on Lois' neck from the effort she was making to
keep still and silent.  Just when it looked like she was going to lose
the battle, Marnie called out "Time!" and Samantha stopped and stepped
away.  "Lois, I told Samantha that if she was able to make you move in
five minutes or less, after you came back in, she could do whatever she
wanted with you for the rest of the night.  Since she didn't, I suppose
it is only fair if you get to do whatever you want with HER for the
rest of the night..."  Lois turned and looked at Samantha.  I couldn't
see her expression, but Samantha's face went red, then pale.  Marnie
told the two of them to sit, and wait till she was done.

As Marnie pondered her next move, I made mine.  Altering the motion of
my hand, I started circling a larger area, finally reaching the elastic
of Kate's sweats.  With each arc, I caught the top of the material and
tugged slightly, causing the waistband to slide a little lower.  After
a few rotations, i could feel the silky material of her panties, or
whatever she was wearing.  Another few motions, and over an inch was
revealed.  Kate noticed my actions, and removing her hand from my back,
lifted her hips off the seat.

Accepting the offered invitation, I grasped the sides of her sweatpants
with both hands and pulled them down, leaving them to pool around her
ankles.  Both of my hands went back to their earlier positions, this
time with less material between myself and her, as I also slipped my
hands under the back of her shirt.

I felt her hands fumbling with the button on my jeans.  After a moment,
the button popped open, and I heard and felt my zipper pop open, along
with a cool gust of air on my overheated privates.  I was able to lift
my hips without using my hands, and soon my pants were in the same
position as hers.

With one hand, she returned to stroking my dick through my underwear,
paying special attention to the tip, now poking above the waistband of
my jockeys, slowly oozing fluid.  Pausing, she took a drop of the fluid
on the tip of her finger and raised it to her mouth, where she sucked
for a second before placing her hand back.  Not to be outdone, I I
rubbed my finger across the wetness that had developed on her panties
and raised it to my lips.  Her juices tasted mildly sharp, with a
wonderful musky aroma.

Having gotten so caught up in our own activities, we lost track of what
was happening inside the tent.  A low moan caused us to to turn back,
and we both immediately locked into rapt attention.  While we were
playing,m the girls had apparently thrown caution, and modesty, to the
winds.

Marnie was still sitting against the wall across from us, but now her
legs were spread, panties hanging off her right ankle.  In front of
her, Bambi was lying on her stomach, her  head buried in Marnie's
crotch.  Though we couldn't see any actual contact, Bambi's motions and
Marnie's expression left NO doubt as to what was actually going on.

It didn't take long for Marnie to start spasming.  Her legs jerked and
breasts heaved as Bambi's head motions increased their speed.  Finally,
Marnie screamed and collapsed back against the wall of the tent, limp
as a rag doll.  We looked for the other girls.

Lois had gotten her revenge alright.  Using clothing, Lois and Caroline
had tied Samantha to the floor slats of the tent, spread eagled on a
mattress.  Poor Samantha couldn't move.  The other two were tormenting
her, placing kisses and touches on all parts.  As I watched, Lois took
a finger, and wetting it in her mouth, inserted just the tip into
Samantha's pussy mound, making her squirm wildly.  Meanwhile, Caroline
started to give Samantha's massive tits a tongue bath, spending a
particular amount of time switching from one nipple to the other.  Each
time it appeared Samantha was close to orgasm, the other two stopped
their ministrations as Samantha begged for release.  Finally, being
merciful, I guess, Lois and Brandi resumed their assault.  This time,
they didn't stop.  Lois inserted first one, then two, then finally
three fingers into Samantha's dripping box and plunged them in and out.
 After only a few seconds, Samantha uttered a guttural moan as a small
stream of fluid gushed out over Lois' fingers, where they were quickly
licked off by Caroline.  As Samantha's body relaxed, Lois and Caroline
rolled out of view together, but both started making it clear what they
were doing by moaning loudly.

Meanwhile, Marnie had recovered and was returning Bambi's oral favors. 
Marnie was lying on the floor, on her back, and Bambi squatted above
her mouth, facing us.  From our vantage point, we could see Marnie's
tongue as it plunged in and out of the blonde's pussy.  Bambi's eyes
were screwed shut, and her breasts bobbed in time to Marnie's head
movements.  Marnie's tongue flicked rapidly over Bambi's now extruded
clit, and this proved too much for the tall teen as she crashed her
body down on Marnie's face, grunting wildly, then collapsed forward. 
Simultaneously, two low moans from under the window let us know that
Caroline and Lois had also found release.

Listening to the heavy breathing of the exhausted girls, we noticed
that we had both stopped our activities.  Before we could continue,
however, we heard the sounds of returning buses and quickly scrambled
back into our clothes.  The girls inside the tent heard too and roused
themselves to untie Samantha and get dressed.  By the time the
moviegoers had disembarked, we were back at our table, having gone to
the tent to summon out the girls.

Traci and Jackie came by to relive us and pick up our five campers,
asking us how the night had gone.  "Fine," I replied, "didn't hear a
peep out of them.  Marnie looked at us curiously, and when Jackie and
Traci were both turned away, we both winked at the camper then turned
away, leaving her to ponder what we knew.

After all that had occurred though, perhaps the best part was, as we
were leaving, Kate whispered to me "sorry we got interrupted.  I'll
make it up to you!"  I felt her hand grab and squeeze mine briefly as
we separated.

Grinning broadly, I returned to my cabin to 'relieve my tension' and
get a good nights sleep.  Suddenly I had a lot to look forward to.

Next Chapter:  The Boy Scouts drop in, and a nocturnal visitor returns.

Girl Scout Camp Adventures - Part 10 of 13

by NetWanderer (netwanderer@juno.com)

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The interview below, however is factually based on a REAL interview
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That said:

Chapter 10 - Be Prepared.....

I awoke Sunday morning in great spirits.  They lasted about an hour. 
Before I could even get breakfast, I was cornered by Traci.  "There's
been a small change in plans," she said.  I waited for the other shoe
to drop.  "The Boy Scouts are coming tomorrow instead of next week. 
I've already told the girls."  Before I could interrupt, she continued,
"I know, I know, but they called me this morning.  Something about a
camporee.  It was either this or cancel..."  She looked at me
helplessly and I sighed.  We both knew the girls would kill us if we
cancelled.

To fill you in, there was a Boy Scout summer camp, like our own, not
too far away,  Twice each season, the camps got together, once at our
facility, once at theirs.  The kids all signed up for joint activities,
we had outdoor picnic meals, and a co-ed dance at night.

We had been doing this for over five years, so the systems were pretty
much in place, but now we had less than one day to set it all up.  Not
good.  Still, there was no helping it.  I snagged a danish and headed
to the office.  It was going to be a long day.

I didn't stop until almost 9:30 P.M., when I finally grabbed dinner. 
Everything completed, finally, I tottered off to my cabin and
collapsed.

Monday.

The sun and I both arose about the same time on Monday.  Bleary eyed, I
checked the entire camp, making sure everything was in place for the
day.  I finished my rounds just as cleanup ended and the buses from the
boys camp started to arrive.  So much for breakfast, again.

We actually managed to get all the kids to their activities with a
minimum of problems.  After two periods and lunch, I actually thought
we had pulled it off without a hitch, as I went to check the archery
range.

Hitch time.  When I got to the range there was no one there.  I checked
my clipboard.  Eight kids, four from each camp, and two counselors were
supposed to have been there.

I had been warned that this might happen.  Sometimes the kids blew off
an activity if they could get the counselors to go along, but I had to
make sure everything was ok.

I walk quietly.  So, when I noticed a movement down range, since I
didn't really want to disturb the kids if nothing was wrong.  I peered
around one of the archery targets.  All eight kids were seated in a
circle, but there was not sign of the two counselors.  The kids were
talking, but before I made my presence known, my ears caught something,
and I stopped to listen.

One boy was speaking.  "They promised to leave us alone for the whole
two hours  if we didn't say where they went."  I had an idea where that
was.  A girl answered, "Cool.  A whole two hours.  Are we gonna play?"

Play?  I knew I should stop whatever was going to happen, but my mind
kept flashing back to two nights before, and the "card game". 
"Besides," I rationalised to  myself, "I'll stay here, just in case
anything goes wrong."

Looking around, I settled into a position behind a target and some hay
bales.  I could see under the target, giving me a clear view of the
kids, but unless they looked directly at the hole, there was no way
they could see me.  The piled hay bales also hid me from the sight of
anyone else entering the range.

Once settled, I took stock of the eight campers, who by the sound of
things were going to play a game of truth or dare.  I didn't know any
of the boys involved, of course, and was not too familiar with the
girls that were here, but thankfully, everyone was wearing name tags so
it made them easy to identify.

Directly in front of me was a male, wearing denim shorts, and a black
T-shirt with a plain back.  He had blond hair, but that was all I could
see.

To his left was a girl.  From her size, I'd guess she was 13 or so. 
She had long light brown hair, drawn up in a ponytail with one of those
scrunchy things.  She was wearing a white tee with a plain back and
black shorts.  I couldn't see her face either.

Net to her was a boy, obviously big for his age.  In profile, I could
see he still had freckles to match his red hair.  He was also 13 or 14
(all the kids were, I think, except for MaryBeth, who was an older 12),
and was wearing a bright orange tank top, beige shorts, sneakers, and
white socks.

Seated to the left of him was a thin blond girl, with a nametag that
read Jane.  Jane had on a one piece floral  print bathing suit, with
running shorts, socks, and shoes.

Her left hand rested next to a boy, whose name tag read "Hank."  Hank
looked almost exactly like Macaluay (sp?) Culkin would, if he had black
hair.  He had an army green T-shirt and short combo with the boys' camp
logo on them, and hiking boots.

Next to him was MaryBeth, I suppose the junior of the group.  She was
only about 4'7" or so, maybe 90 lbs tops, including long brunette hair.
 A loose blue tank top prevented me from determining the state of her
chest development, while also partially covering yellow shorts.  She
had sandals on.

I could only see the last guy at an angle, but I caught a look at his
name tag, which said "Barry" as he turned.  Barry was slightly
overweight, with light brown hair, and was wearing a blue t-shirt and
dark green shorts.  Of the bunch, he looked the most uncomfortable.

Finally, there was one last girl.  I couldn't see her name tag, but she
was wearing denim overalls on top of a yellow T-shirt.  Her brown hair
was cut short.

While I was looking the campers over, they had set up the rules of the
game.  One camper would ask another to select "truth" or "dare."  If
truth, the camper being asked had to answer one question honestly.  If
dare, he or she had to do whatever the asker said.  The only way out of
the dare was if 4 of the remaining 7 kids agreed it was too much.

The other rules were:  first, if a player's dare involved another
camper, the one who was not being dared could refuse and the dare was
over.  Second, if a person got caught bluffing on a truth question, he
or she would have to do two dares made up by the whole group.  Third,
no one could pick the person who had just dared them.

The campers "shot it out" to see who went first, and the blond boy with
his back to me was the winner.  The game began.

The as-yet unidentified teen looked around for a second, then chose. 
"Chelli.  Truth or dare?"  The answer came form the girl to his left,
in the white tee.  "Truth."

"How far have you ever gone with a boy?"

I couldn't see Chelli's face, but I could almost hear her blush as she
replied, "third base."  The blond started to ask more, but Chelli
stopped him, "Only one question.  My turn.  Hank, truth or dare?."

Hank started to respond, then seemed to change his mind.  "Dare." 
Chelli had one ready.  "Pick any girl here.  She gets to kiss you
anywhere she wants."  Hank immediately chose MaryBeth who leaned over
and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.  Hank looked a bit
disappointed.

Hank selected Jane as his choice, she also chose are.  It took Hank a
quick moment to come up with one.  "You have to kiss one boy on the
mouth."  Jane just leaned over to the red-head next to her, who turned
to face her.  They quickly kissed and released, but it was obvious it
was not the first time for any of them.

The game went on for a few turns.  Nothing of significance happened,
just some kissing and admissions as to what each person had and had not
done.  Turns out all of them were virgins, but most had some
experience.  Barry was the least experienced, having admitted shyly
that he had only kissed a girl, and from what I could figure out from
the terms used, Jane was the most experienced.  I also learned the
names of the other campers.  Dan was the blond with his back to me,
Alan was on the other side of Chelli.  Tammy was wearing the denim
overalls.

Things started to get a little more interesting as Alan selected
MaryBeth to go next.  I knew MaryBeth was only 12, and that made her
the youngest, so I kind of expected the others to go easier on her. 
Wrong.  She chose a dare.

Alan grinned as he told her what to do.  She had to pick one boy and
let him feel any part of her body he wanted for thirty seconds.  I
expected her to be concerned, but she just pointed at Barry, perhaps
expecting him to refuse and let her off the hook.  He didn't.

Hesitantly, Barry reached over and placed his right hand on her left
breasts.  With her shirt being loose, it was hard to tell what he had a
hold of, but there was definitely something there.  His hand massaged
her chest, surprisingly gently, and MaryBeth closed her eyes.  Alan
called time and Barry yanked his hand back.

After MaryBeth regained her composure a moment later, she looked around
with a glint in her eye.  I think it was obvious to everyone that
things had moved to the next level.  MaryBeth picked Barry.

I half expected him to pick truth again, but he seemed to have lost
some of his reservations.  Dare.  MaryBeth said, "It's only fair.  You
can pick any other girl and she can feel you anywhere she wants for one
minute."  Barry started to look nervous again.  A little shakily, he
pointed at Jane.

Jane didn't seem to be put off.  as she stood and walked over to Barry.
 The angle restricted my view but I could see her hands stroke his
chest, then dropped lower.  Barry jerked, and though I couldn't see, I
could guess what was happening.  MaryBeth called time and Jane sat back
down.  Everyone looked a little flustered and I thought things were
really going to get going now, though I was not sure how far.

Barry picked Tammy next, but before she went, she suggested the game be
changed to just "dare."  Everyone agreed.  Barry's dare was simple. 
"Take off your overalls."

Everyone paused for a second, wondering if Tammy was going to
challenge.  She didn't.  Getting to her knees, she undid the buttons on
the shoulder straps of her overalls, letting them fall.  She sat down
and shucked them off, folding them next to her.  Her T-shirt was
oversized so no one could see what was underneath.

Tammy chose Dan, and dared him to let each of the other girls kiss him
once, any where they wanted.  Dan nodded, and each girl took her turn. 
Chelli went first and kissed him hard on the lips, as did Jane. 
MaryBeth crawled over to him, and planted a hard, wet kiss on his neck.
 I was beginning to suspect that despite her young age, MaryBeth might
be one of the most experienced girls there.

Dan had a wickedly creative mind.  He selected Jane, and told her she
was to remove a different piece of clothing from each of the other
players, herself included.  Again, I expected a possible challenge, but
none came.  Jane went to Chelli first, and smiling, removed her hair
crunchy.  There was a brief debate whether that counted as clothing,
but it was finally allowed.

From Alan, she took sneakers.  She took off her own shorts, leaving
herself in just a bathing suit and footwear.  Hank lost his socks. 
When she got to MaryBeth, she realised her options were getting
limited.  Quickly she took off MaryBeth's T-shirt, revealing a black
bikini top.  MaryBeth's breasts were still developing, but filled out
the bikini nicely.

When she got to Barry, she realised she had a problem, all the outer
pieces of clothing had been used.  She finally appealed to the others,
who let her off the hook by taking Barry and Tammy's footwear.

She sat down, looking vaguely relieved, and told Alan to go next.  She
was also creative.  She told him that for every piece of clothing he
took off, he could tell one other girl to take one off too.  Alan
considered this for a moment then pulled off his socks.  He pointed to
Tammy.  She had already lost her overalls and sandals, and so was
forced to remove her t-shirt.  She stood up and quickly stripped it
over her heard, then sat right back down, slightly embarrassed.  Her
chest had not really started developing yet, and she was wearing a
light colored training bra, along with plain white cotton briefs.  I
noticed several of the boys were making themselves more comfortable.

Next, Alan pulled off his tank top, for which Chelli removed her
sandals.  That was enough for him.

Alan picked MaryBeth.  He dared her to pick any boy and let him feel
anything he wanted, for a minute, even under clothing.  There was a
collective intake of breath, but no one complained as things were
starting to get really serious.  She chose Dan.

Dan smiled, and walked on his knees over to MaryBeth, who closed her
eyes.  Placing his hands on her black bikini top, he began to rub
gently.  After only a few seconds, his hands slipped under the
material, where you could see his fingers move on the surface of her
tits.  MaryBeth moaned slightly and started to sway a little before
time was called.  Everyone now looked excited and flushed.

They all seemed to realise that time was passing, I suspect, because
now things really started to heat up.

MaryBeth dared Hank next.

Her dare was simple.  "Strip".  Hank stared at her, uncomprehending for
a moment.  Here it comes, I thought, this is where it stops.  Hank even
started to speak, but then changed his mind, I guess.  Maybe he was
thinking about what could come next.  He stood up and quickly removed
his T-shirt and shorts, hesitating as he found himself clad only in a
pair of white fruit of the looms.  With a decisive jerk, they too fell,
leaving him exposed to the world.  Let's just say puberty had hit. 
Both MaryBeth and Jane had looks on their faces best described as
'hungry' while the others had expressions that reflected mixed
excitement, amusement, and shock.

Hank must have noticed, because he sat down, legs crossed, and picked
Jane next.  Before he could even speak, Jane knew what he had in mind. 
She just stood up and slipped off the straps of her suit, then pulled
them down past her shoulders.  With a wiggle, the suit fell to the
ground.  Her teenaged breasts shook out and settled into apple-sized
globes, and everyone could see a light covering of blond hair covering
her pussy.  She quickly sat down, hands in lap, and picked Dan.

You should be able to guess what Dan had to do.  I couldn't see his
attributes from my angle, but Tammy snickered slightly and he looked
awfully embarrassed, so I suspected  puberty wasn't done with him yet. 
Dan chose Tammy, but added a twist, this time he told her to pick
another camper to actually remove her clothing.

It took Tammy a minute to decide, but she finally settled on Alan, who
stepped up to, then behind her.  From the back, I could see him fumble
with the clasp of her training bra, finally springing it free.  As he
removed it, I had a wonderful view of her tiny mounds,which protruded
no more than 1/4" from her chest, with tiny bumps for nipples.  Still
behind her, he hooked his hands into the waistband of her cotton
panties and dragged them down.  I couldn't get a good view.

Barry started to smile a bit too widely, because Tammy noticed and
picked him next.  To his credit, he quickly stood up and shucked his
clothing.  When his underwear dropped there was a collective gasp, even
from me.  The boy was huge.  Even at 13 years of age, his cock stood at
attention and was at least 7" long and over 2" around.  This reaction
embarrassed him more, and he dropped like a stone, hands in his lap.

Chelli was next, and she disrobed quickly, revealing grapefruit size
breasts and a v-shaped patch of hair over her cunt, which she obviously
kept trimmed.

Next to go was Alan.  No instructions were necessary as everyone knew
what to do by now.  Alan apparently had not hit puberty yet, his dick
was only maybe 2" long when hard, but it was twitching madly.  Everyone
giggled a bit at the sight, but he took it with good graces.

Finally, all eyes turned to the last one dressed, MaryBeth.  She
started to stand, but Alan spoke up, "It's still my dare, isn't it? 
Instead of you taking them off, you pick someone else to do each piece,
and they get to play with whatever they show for 30 seconds."  MaryBeth
looked almost eager at the thought and wasted no time making her first
choice.

She offered her sandaled left foot to Tammy, who unbuckled it and
tossed it aside.  Holding the foot by the ankle, Tammy lightly stroked
the underside, causing MaryBeth to giggle.  The other foot was offered
to Jane, who did the same thing.  MaryBeth next presented her rear to
Barry, who had the honor of removing her shorts.  His hands trembled
with excitement as he fumbled with the button in front, working it free
finally.  The shorts dropped to her ankles as Barry rubbed his hands up
and down her thighs, from her knees to the bottoms of her black bikini.
 MaryBeth's knees started to get a little wobbly before time was
called.

Next, she stepped over to Hank and bent over slightly.  He reached up
and behind her to untie the small strings that held her top on.  As the
top fell into his lap, her tits sprang free.  They were lovely, pear
shaped, with tiny pink nipples sticking out.  Hank took each of the
nipples in a hand and rubbed gently. A little too hard at first, as
MaryBeth grimaced, but he soon got the idea and massaged them gently as
MaryBeth moaned.  Thirty seconds passed all too quickly for both of
them.

Alan looked at Dan, wondering who would get to remove her panties, and
expose the treasure beneath.  MaryBeth surprised us all by turning to
Chelli, perhaps thinking this the safest way out.  Chelli kneeled in
front of MaryBeth, giving me a wonderful view of her naked buttocks. 
Grasping the sides of MaryBeth's black bottoms, she quickly slid them
to the ground and off.  Only a small patch of fuzz was visible above
MaryBeth's hairless pussy.  MaryBeth started to sit, but Chelli
restrained her by by placing her palm directly on the front of the
12-year-old's cunt.  MaryBeth let out a low moan as Chelli rotated her
palm, while everyone elses jaws dropped.  Chelli let her hand swirl for
a moment longer before taking it away and letting MaryBeth stumble back
to her seat.

The was a long moment of silence as the eight now naked teens each
considered how much further they were willing to go.  Finally, they
discussed it among themselves, and came up with another rule change. 
Each person got to dare one other person, to do ANYTHING.  And once
someone had been dared they could not be dared again.  Dan had come up
with the idea, so he got to go first, and they would go around the
circle to the left.

Everyone seemed very nervous, perhaps worried about what was going to
happen, but the sound of a beeping watch reminded them that time was
limited, and no one was stopping now.

Dan took a deep breath, and then picked Jane.  Taking another breath,
her dared her to "pick any other guy, and play with his thingie until
it squirts."  Jane just shrugged, as if to say no problem.  She looked
over her choices and settled next to the pre-pubescent Alan.  While
short, his 2" phallus was standing out firmly, and was over an inch
across.  Leaning over, she encircled the entire member with her fist
and pumped gently.  It was obvious to me she had some practice.  Alan,
though, apparently had not, for it was only a matter of a few strokes
until his hips began to buck and a thin white stream shot from between
her fingers.  Alan collapsed to the ground with a grunt as Jane let go.
 Everyone was staring at the scene, as if they could not believe it had
actually happened.

Since Chelli was next in line, it was her pick.  She looked like she
had something in mind for Alan, but he was still recovering, so she
picked Hank instead.

Hanks dare was to pick any girl he wanted, who could do what she wanted
to him for 3 minutes.  Looking at Jane (and probably remembering what
she did to Alan), he finally set on Chelli.  She protested briefly, but
everyone reminded her she hadn't said any OTHER girl, so....

Chelli stood up, walked over to him, and had him stand in front of her.
  Leaning forward, she pulled him into a kiss.   Their lips met,
awkwardly at first, but soon settled into a passionate lock.  Each put
a hand around the other, pulling their bodies together.  Chelli's free
hand drifted downwards and gripped Hank's erect Manhood, stroking
slowly, but rapidly.  His hand started to drift to her crotch, but she
broke the kiss long enough to tell him to stop.  His attention was soon
distracted anyway, as her hand motions started to produce the desired
response.  His inexperienced rod jerked once, twice, three times, then
his hips bucked and more cum joined Alan's soaking into the ground some
if it landing on Chelli's leg.

They kissed for a moment longer before releasing each other.  Hank
looked a bit dazed, but before he sat  down he told MaryBeth she would
go next, once he got his breath back.

MaryBeth was getting a bit nervous while Hank took a minute to recover,
and that didn't change when she got her instructions.  Her dare was
basically the same as Hank's, except she had to pick a guy, and she was
not allowed to join in.  She swallowed a bit heavily, before motioning
to Dan.

Dan motioned to her to lie in the center of the circle, on her back. 
As everyone watched, I noticed that Jane had again begun to play with
Alan's restiffening dick, as he idly toyed with her nipples.  Hank and
Chelli were also cuddled together and fondling all over each other,
with Hank finally allowed to run his fingers across Chelli's crotch,
causing her to sigh each time.  Barry and Tammy had moved closer
together also.  Returning my gaze to the center of  the action, I saw
that Dan was rapidly fluttering his fingers around MaryBeth's breasts
and stomach, causing her to undulate slightly.  Finally, he leaned over
and pressed his lips to her left nipple, causing her to jerk. As he
sucked on her nipples, his hand wandered between her legs, which parted
as if by magic, revealing her naked womanhood.

His finger began to move all around the 12-year-old's love hole, with
no particular skill but plenty of enthusiasm.  Still, his random
stroking connected with her lips and clit often, sending the petite
brunette into spasms of ecstasy.  As .she settled down, I thought
things were done, till I noticed Dan curl one finger and insert the tip
into her virgin hole.  He was a little too forceful and I heard a grunt
of discomfort, which quickly turned into a sigh as his finger began to
work itself in and out of her hole, up to his first knuckle.  This
time, when she came, the spasms were so strong that she physically
expelled Dan's finger from her cunt.  As things calmed down, Dan looked
at his finger in amazement, as if he couldn't believe what had just
happened.

MaryBeth had just enough energy to lift her head weakly. She looked at
Tammy and Barry, and said to the brown haired female "He's yours"
before her head dropped back.  Tammy wasted no time.  Reaching down,
she grasped Barry's monster in one hand and began to pump slowly.  Her
fingers could not close around the massive muscle, but that didn't seem
to bother Barry, who, following Dan's example had attached his mouth to
Tammy's tits.

This went on for a moment or two (longer than any of the other guys had
even lasted) until they broke apart.  Tammy just smiled at Barry, who
was wearing a goofy grin, and said "I've always wanted to try this.." 
Before Barry could even ask what she meant, her head dipped down and
she took the head of his throbbing cock into her mouth.

What Tammy lacked in practice, she made up in effort.  As her lips
moved up and down on the top two inches of Barry's dicks, I could see
her cheeks suck in.  Barry's head lolled back, and his hands had
clenched into fists.  All other activity had stopped to watch this,
even MaryBeth and Dan, who had by now resumed their mutual
explorations, Dan's dick now firmly in MaryBeth''s hand.

Teen-age stamina aside, Barry was only human, and started to grunt
uncontrollably.  Tammy realised what was about to happen and pulled her
face away, resuming her hand action.  Barry spasmed once and a thick
stream of white fluid shot over a foot and a half into the air before
landing on the grounds.  A small drop landed in Tammy's hair, I
wondered if she'd notice before someone else did.

In the silence that followed, the faint sounds of approaching footsteps
could be heard from down the far trail.  As the teens scrambled for
discarded clothing in a panic, you could see the frustration on their
face that they had not been able to finish.  I knew how they felt as I
adjusted my shorts and slipped away.  As I left, I saw the returning
counselors walking back, hand-in-hand.  Yep, I was right.

Unfortunately, I still had many things to do that day, so I couldn't go
looking for any more illicit activity.  As it was, Traci looked a
little annoyed at me by the time I finally made it back to the office. 
I covered by apologising for stopping to rest a bit, and taking an
unscheduled nap.  I guess she bought it, but she assigned me to man the
office for the rest of the day, so she could get some rest.  I was
stuck there till dinnertime.

The picnic meals went fine. I even got to see Kate for a few minutes. 
Our budding relationship was one of those "open secrets" that you get
in small communities, we never said anything, but everyone knew.  Alas,
we had no time to ourselves, but she did promise to try to see me later
that night, if our schedules permitted.

After dinner, everyone started to get ready for the dance.  It was my
job to chase away some of the girls who kept trying to find ways to
peer into the guest cabins the boys were using to shower and change (I
had long since past bought blinds for my own cabin windows).  Only a
few girls came up the trail, and they quickly turned back when they saw
me standing there.

The dance went well. I noticed with some amusement that the pairings
formed at the archery range that afternoon still seemed to be together.
 During the dance itself, I had to stay outside the RecHall, so I
didn't really get a chance to join in.  I had to make sure none of our
couples (staff or camper) decided to take a private stroll. 
Apparently, I was not as successful as I thought I had been, as I found
out much later.

(Author's Note:  As before, I am including the text of the interview
below at this point for the sake of chronological order.  The actual
interview came much later on, under circumstances which I can't
describe for fear of ruining later parts of the story.  Also, I
couldn't take a recording, just notes, so I am not quoting Corin's
responses verbatim, hence you might find the phrasing rather strange,
not what you would expect from a girl her age.)

Corin was 11 years old at the time, I realised from looking at her
file.  It's ironic too that I had noticed her that night.  She had been
wearing a bright floral print dress that hung from straps on her
shoulders down to her knees, with white stockings and shoes.  She was
an early bloomer, I could make out small mounds pushing out the top of
her dress.  Some boy was asking her to dance, I guessed he was 12 or so
(I found out later, he was 14).  I remember thinking he was a lucky
guy.  Corin was a real cutie, with red hair in a ponytail and a hint of
freckles.  She was on her school gymnastic's team, and so was firm and
lithe, with almost no baby fat.  I had found her wandering into my
fantasies once or twice after seeing her at the waterslide.  Later that
night, I looked for them again, but didn't see them.  I figured that
they had found others to dance with, but I was mistaken.  Later, I
found out what really happened.

(Begin insertion edited interview)

Me:  So, where DID you two go that night?

Corin: Well, this older boy, Ralph (he said everyone called him Rolf,
like the muppets), asked me to dance.  I guess he thought I was older
or something.  We went out on the dance floor while some song was
playing, I think it was Janet Jackson.  Anyway, we danced until the
song ended.  Then a slow song came on, and I started to sit down, but
he asked me if I wanted to keep dancing.  I had never slow-danced with
a boy before, but I didn't want him to know that, besides, me and a few
of the girls had practised just in case.

M: So how did it go?

C:  It was a little strange at first when he put his arms around me and
his hands on my back, but it felt kinda neat.  I just put my hands the
same place he did his, and we kinda rocked in place.

M: So you liked it?

C:  Well, I was a little scared at first, but I got used to it.  The
first song ended, but the guy put on another slow one, so we stayed.  I
noticed Pam, from my tent, you know the one who is so proud she already
wore a bra?  Well, she was staring at me all jealous-like, so that felt
kinda good.

M: <nod>

C: So anyway, about halfway through the song, Ralphs hands started to
move around my back.  I got a little scared again, but it still felt
nice, so I didn't do anything.  His hands moved up and down my back,
and noticed I felt a little tingly down there.  <pointed to lap>

M:  Had you ever felt tingly down there before?

C: A couple of times in the shower, when I washed down there, and once
or twice when some of use were talking about boys.   I didn't know what
it was then, but I do now!

M: Hmm.  So then what happened?

C: The song ended.  I was going to sit down, but Ralph asked if I
wanted to take a walk.  I kinda thought I shouldn't, but I saw Pam
staring at me again, so I said yes, just to piss her off.

M: Did she get mad?

C: Oh yeah! <smile>  Ralph took my hand and we snuck out the side door
when the counselor wasn't looking.  I expected to get caught, but there
was no one there, so we dashed to the trail to the barn.

M: I must have been chasing someone else.

C: Once we were away from the dance hall, I got real scared, cause it
was real dark and there was no one else there.  I started walking real
close to Ralph and wanted to go back, but then we saw the light from
the barn ahead of us.  Ralph asked what it was, and I told him, and he
wanted to go there.  I was still scared, but with the light ahead it
didn't seem quite so bad, so I said OK.

M: No one was at the barn?

C:  Nope.  Everyone must have been at the dance.  The horses were out
in the field, so the whole barn was empty. We went inside and looked
for a place to sit down.  I know where they keep the clean horse
blankets, so we spread some over some hay bales.

M: Then what?

C:  We talked for a while, about some of the other kids, and stuff like
that.  Then, like all of a sudden, he put his hands on my shoulders and
kissed me!

M:  What did you do?

C: I shrieked and pulled back.  He asked me if I had ever been kissed
by a boy before.  I was embarrassed, but I had to tell him no.  He
looked a little confused, then asked me if I liked it.

M:  What did you tell him?

C: I told him he scared me.  He asked me if I wanted to try again.  I
was still scared, but some of the other girls had kissed boys or even
done some other stuff, and they all said it was kinda neat, so....

M: So you let him?

C: Yeah.  He told me to stop him if anything felt bad, or
uncomfortable, then he put his hands on my shoulders and bent over to
kiss me again, this time a little softer.

M:  How did it feel this time?

C:  It was real strange at first, but then I got used to it, and it
felt good, so I started to kiss him back.  He seemed to like that, and
his hands started to rub my back again.

M:  Did you get the tingly feeling again?

C:  Not right away, but after we had been kissing for a while it came
back.  It was tinglier than usual, too.  I was really getting used to
it, when he took his mouth away, and asked me if I liked that.  I told
him yes, and he asked me if he could try kissing me somewhere else.  I
got a little nervous, but I wanted the tingly feeling to come back, so
I said he could.

He bent down again, but instead of kissing me on the lips, he put his
mouth on the side of my neck, right here (pointed).    It felt really,
really nice as me moves his mouth around, under my chin, to the other
side, and the tingly feeling got a little stronger.

When he stopped, I had a big smile on my face, so I guess he knew
everything was ok.  He started to kiss me on the mouth again.  We did
that for a while, and I didn't notice that he had pushed the strings of
my dress down until he started kissing my shoulders.

M: Mm-Hmm...

C:  I mean, I knew we should stop, but it felt so nice.  Besides, it
was just kissing.  I knew I liked what he was doing, and his neck was
right in front of me, so I kissed it.  He must have like that too,
cause he started to squeeze my back.  I kept kissing his neck, until
suddenly I felt his hand touch my boobie.

I must of jerked, cause he stopped kissing me.He pulled his head away,
but he left his hand just sitting there on my boobie.

I looked at his hand just resting on my dress.  Mommy always told me
this was bad touching, but I could feel that tingly feeling coming from
right where his hand was.  I think I swallowed once, then nodded just a
little, to show Ralph it was okay.

M:  Were you scared?

C:  Yeah, a little, but it felt so good.  He left his hand there, and
started to kiss me again, on the neck and shoulders.  I guess I
loosened up a little, cause I felt him start to move his hand.  My
boobie moved with it, and those tingly feelings started to get real
strong.  When he put his other hand on my other boob, I didn't even
twitch, just kissed him harder.  I started to feel a little warm.

M:  What happened next?

C:  Well, we kept doing that for a bit, till we both stopped to take a
breath.  Then, he asked me if I would mind if he took off his shirt.

M: Did you?

C:  Well, I had seen boys without shirts before, like at the pool, so I
didn't think it was anything strange, so no, I didn't mind.  He pulled
of his shirt, and for some reason, the tingles got stronger.  We kissed
again, and he put my hands on his chest, which felt all soft.  It was
real smooth, but there were a few little hairs around.

M: <nod>

C:  The next time we stopped tho, he looked at me kinda weird and I got
a little nervous again.  I noticed he had a big lump in front of his
shorts, and remembered one of the older girls calling it a 'boner'. and
she said it meant he was excited.  Then he asked me if I'd mind if he
took off his shorts!  Except for my little brother, I had never seen a
boy without his pants on, so I guess I was curious, if a bit scared.  I
couldn't seem to get the words out, tho, the scared, tingly, and curios
feelings were all mixed up so I just shook my head and watched while he
took off his sneakers, and then unbuttoned his shorts.  He had white
underwear on, kinda like my panties, but bigger.  I could see the shape
his boner made in the front.

He wanted to kiss me again, and this time we got real close as he put
his hands back on my boobies and I kept feeling his chest.  It was
really strange, being so close to a boy with almost no clothes on, but
it felt kinda good and warm, too.  As we kept kissing, I felt his hands
move away from my boobies and on to my back.  His hands kinda fumbled
around for a bit, until realised he was feeling for the zipper of my
dress.  When he found it, I somehow knew that if I didn't stop what we
were doing right then, it was going to get really serious, but I didn't
have a real idea of what could happen.

He grabbed the zipper, but before he could pull it down, I pulled away.
 I looked at him for a second.

M:  Did you want to stop?

C: I did, but I didn't too.  It was real weird.  He told me that if I
didn't want to do anymore, then we'd just stay the way we were, but it
was kind of unfair, him being all undressed and me having all my
clothes on.  I dunno, I really don't remember what I was thinking.  I
just turned my back to him so he could reach the zipper.

I could feel his hands shake a little as he pulled the zipper down. 
When he let go, the dress dropped down, and I was just standing there
in my panties and stockings and shoes.  I just stood there, with my
arms held up over my boobies and my back to him.  I was shivering, but
I was still feeling all warm.

M: You were scared.

C:  Yeah, I guess I was.  Anyway, I heard him stand behind me, then he
started to kiss my shoulders again.  He put his hands around my tummy
and I just sorta leaned back against him.  He kept kissing my neck and
shoulders until I stopped shivering, then I felt his hands try to turn
me around.  The first time, I resisted, but he just stopped, kissed me
a little more, and when he tried again, I let him spin me.  I just
stood there, unable to move, with my arms still crossed.

M: <nod>

C:  He kissed me on the lips again, then put his hands on mine and
gently pulled them away from my shoulders and down to my sides.  I
remember he whistled and told me I was beautiful.

I guess he noticed my knees were shaking, because he walked me back to
the blanket and sat me down.  I started to put my hands up again, but
he stopped me with his, telling me I had nothing to be ashamed of, I
was so beautiful.  He kissed me again, on the mouth, until I felt
myself relax, then he put his hands back on my boobies.  Oh, now it
felt really good, and I noticed my coochie was getting all damp, which
had only happened once before.

M: Your 'coochie'?

C:  You know, down there? <laugh>

M: Ah.  When did i t happen before?

C:  Um, well....

M: If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to.  That's okay.

C:  Good.  Anyway, it felt really good now, especially when he would
put my bumps between his fingers and rub them.  Then the tingly
feelings got real strong, but that wasn't the best part!

M: Oh?

C: Well, the real best part was later, but I didn't know that.  What
happened was he stopped kissing my mouth and stuff and bent down and
kissed me right in the center of my boobie.  I thought I was going to
die, it felt so good.  I just laid back against the hay.  I wished he
would keep doing that forever.

M:  What happened?

C:  He stopped. <pout>  He said his mouth was tired.  Then he asked me
if I had even seen a boy naked?

M:  Had you?

C:  No!  Well, except for my baby brother when he was real young.  I
told him that, and he asked me if I wanted to.  I got scared again, but
everything had felt so nice so far...

M:  So you told him yes?

C:  Yeah.  Then I watched him pull off his underwear.  His boner sprang
out, it was pointing straight at me.  It was so long!  Like one of
those big pencil, you know?  I wanted to touch it, like to see if it
was real, but I was afraid to.  He must have noticed though, cause he
told me it was okay.  I reached out and touched just the tip.  I yanked
my hand back as it jumped, and his eyes closed.  I thought I had hurt
him, but he told me no, that just felt really nifty when I did that,
and I could do it any time I wanted.

M:  Did you?

C: Not then.  Instead, he stood me up and started kissing me real nice,
with our bodies pressed real close together.  I felt his boner rub up
against the front of my panties, giving me all kinds of nice tingly
feelings.

We did that for a long time, at least I thought it was.  Then, he
stepped back and looked at me again.  I already knew what he wanted,
and at that point I felt so good I think I would have done whatever he
asked.  I didn't even think about it as I pulled my panties down.  I
heard some girls have to shave down there, but I had nothing to shave
yet.

Without speaking, we got real close together and I could feel his boner
rubbing up against my coochie.  God, it felt so good, like someone was
tickling me at just the right spot.  When he put his hands on my
boobies again, I reached down and put mine around his boner.  It felt
real warm and smooth as I moved my hand up and down it.  The tip was
wet.  One of the older girls had told me this was called pre-cum, but I
wasn't sure what that meant.

We were still kissing like that when I felt one of his hands on my
belling, moving down.  Somehow, I knew what he was doing and I just
waited.  A few seconds later, I felt his fingers touch the outside of
my coochie.

I thought everything before had felt good, but that was nothing.  As he
started to move his hand around, it felt like little bursts of
lightning were flying around my body.  We just kept rubbing each other
and kissing like that until we couldn't take it anymore.  I don't know
about him, but I thought I was going to explode.

M: <Nodding, trying to retain composure>

C:  We were both breathing hard, and he looked at me, and just kinda
asked me if I knew what having sex was, he had some trouble getting the
words out.  The older girl had told me that it involved him putting his
boner into me, that it felt really good, but that it sometimes hurt the
first time.

M:  Did you tell him that?

C:  Yeah.  He told me that yes, it does hurt sometimes, when he breaks
my 'cherry.'  I remember that my doctor had something about me doing
that when I fell off my bike last summer, though he called it something
else, a 'hy-mean' or something.  Ralph said that if I wanted to then,
it might not hurt at all.

M: And?

C:  I was a little scared, but I didn't want him to stop, so I said we
could try it.  He told me to sit on the edge of the hay bales and lay
back.  He sat down next to me, then started to rub his fingers on my
coochie again.  This time, I started to squirm, cause the tingly
feelings were so strong.  I closed my eyes, I remember, then I felt him
stand up, in front of my legs.

He put his hands on my knees and moved them away from each other, and I
felt him step between them.  I felt his finger on my coochie again, and
this time, I felt it go inside.  It felt real weird, but so good as he
moved it around inside.  When he took it out, I almost yelled at him to
put it back in, until I felt something else push around the outside. 
It was bigger than his finger, and I realised what it was.

He just moved it around outside for a bit, until I felt him stop right
over my hole.  He just left it there, until I told him it was okay.  I
felt the tip push against my coochie, then suddenly it went in.  It
hurt a tiny bit, then felt real good.  So good.  I felt him push his
boner into me real slow, I guess making sure it didn't hurt.  Every
time he moved forward, I felt this nice stretching feeling inside.  The
tingling was so strong, i couldn't stop shaking.  Finally, he couldn't
go any further and we just stayed like that.  Suddenly I felt him start
to take it out!

I told him not to, please!  He just smiled and pulled almost all the
way out, then pushed back in, faster then before.  My eyes closed again
as he slowly started to move his boner in and out, faster each time. 
He started to to grunt, and I started to moan.  It felt like this great
pressure built up inside me, like I had to pee really bad, but i
couldn't  His grunts got real loud, and suddenly he pushed into me real
hard and I felt something warm shoot all over my insides.  When that
happened, it felt like I exploded.  I can't really describe  it.  All I
saw were spots, and it was a minute before I could breath again.  I had
never felt anything like it.

He just collapsed on top of me.  When we both got up, I noticed his
boner had got all small and soft.  He told me that was normal for a guy
after he had an orgasm.  I found out later that's what happened to me
too.

As were were getting dressed, I asked him where he learned how to do
that.  He told me it was one of our counselors from last year!  But he
never told me which one.

M: I see.  Then what?

C:  We got dressed and went back to the dance.  We got there just as
everything was done.  All I managed was another quick kiss before he
had to go.  When I told the other girls what happened, they didn't
believe me, until I showed them the underwear we traded....

(End edited interview segment)

Like I said before, though, at the time I didn't know anything about
that, and my only concern was to get all the boys out of camp and the
girls to their tents so I could finally get some sleep.

We had to track down a few couples trying to wander away from the main
group, but eventually we accounted for everyone.  The busses pulled out
and the girls were marched off to bed.  It was really late, none of the
staff would be able to go out, so Kate and I just managed to get in a
quick smooch.  I was too tired anyway, and you know what they say about
a pleasure postponed, or something like that.  Once the DJ had left
camp, and the lights were all out, I stumbled back to my cabin, took a
quick shower, and collapsed into bed.

It was no problem to fall asleep, and I must have been snoring like mad
until I noticed the door to my cabin open and close quickly.  I was
still almost fully asleep when I felt someone climb into bed with me,
and my sleep-fogged brain assumed it was Kate.

The part of me that was still attached to reality realised I should
probably tell her she should not have sneaked out, but hey.  I thought
about it for a sec, then just put my arm around her and snuggled in.  I
started to doze off again, but something kept nagging at my mind,
preventing me from sleeping.

My eyes flew open when I realised what that something was.  Whoever was
in bed with me was A> a lot lighter weight than Kate, and B> her (at
least I assumed it was a her) feet only came down to my knees!

It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus, and when they did, I saw
Andy's face, not more than a foot away from my own!  When she saw my
expression, she smiled and kissed the tip of my nose!  I was suddenly
thankful I had decided to wear a pair of surgical greens to bed that
night.

"Wh-wh-wh-what the.  Wh-wh-what are you?"  I sputtered out.  Yeah, I
know, real cool and collected.  You try it sometime.  Andy smiled at me
again and said "I couldn't sleep in the tent, so I came here."

My greens got real tight all of the sudden as I remembered what
happened the last time Andy couldn't sleep.  This time, though, my
rational brain kicked in, and I told her that it was wrong, that she
had to go back to her tent.

She just pouted at me.  "If you try to make me leave, I'll start
screaming!"  Oh, great.  Now what were my options.  I started to crawl
back out of bed, figuring I'd leave it to her at least but before my
feet could hit the floor she told me she'd scream if I left her in bed,
too.

I knew when I was licked.  There was no way out but to play this
through and hope for a clean escape later.  Besides, to be totally
honest, there was a part of me that didn't want her to go.

Settling back on the bed, I asked her that if I set the alarm early,
would she at least go back to her tent before everyone else woke up? 
She agreed.  I flipped over to set the clock and I felt her snuggle up
against my back.  A few minutes later, her breathing settled into a
gentle rhythm, with just a hint of a snore.

Sighing, I settled in, expecting not to be able to sleep till morning,
but it was kind of cozy, so between her quiet breathing, my exhaustion
and the late hour, I drifted off to sleep.

When the alarm went off, it took me a few seconds to get my bearings
back.  I was laying on my back now, Andy had her arm across my chest
and was lying on her side, her head resting on my shoulder.  We must
have shifted during the night.  My hand was resting on her back from
underneath, and I noticed she was wearing a shirt that felt like it was
made of some kind of satin-like material.

While I was rousing myself, my hand started to move of its own
volition, and was rubbing her back.  Andy rumbled a bit in her sleep
and shifted closer, moving her arm down my chest.  I realised that I
had an opportunity here I might never have again, but if anything went
wrong, I could lose my job and would probably end up in jail. 
Meanwhile, I was still rubbing Andy's back and she shifted again,
dropping her arm right on top of my belly button.

I experimented a little to see how deeply she slept.  With my other
hand, I reached for her arm and gave it a little pinch.  I  could
always say I was trying to wake her up.  She rumbled under her breath
again but didn't awaken.  Another pinch had the same result, so I threw
caution to the wind and decided to see just how far I could take this.

I let the hand resting on her back start to wander slowly downwards
until I could feel the top of her panties covering her young ass.  I
took a deep breath and let my fingers move lower, until I was cupping
one cheek in my hand, through the material of what I guessed was her
sleepshirt.

Using my fingers, I slowly gathered up the satin material, until I
could feel the cotton of her panties lade bare beneath my hand.  I
cupped the globe and squoze gently.  I turned my head in that
direction, then froze.  Andy had turned her head and her eyes were wide
open.

I thought I was dead.  I fully expected to fired, tarred, feathered,
and placed in a cell with a large man named Bubba.  I just stayed
perfectly still, afraid to make any move.  Maybe she wouldn't notice,
or figure I was doing something in my sleep.

We stayed like that, gazes locked, immobile, for a long minute. 
Without moving, I felt her hand move slowly up on my chest, up under
the top of my greens.  Her fingers danced around on my chest for a
second until they found my left nipple and started playing with it. 
Her eyes closed.  I went from confusion to the beginning of a state of
shock as I tried to figure out exactly what was going on.

I felt her hand slide under my back, and instinctively I turned on my
side, facing her, before I fully realised what I was doing.  Her hand
reached up under the top of my shirt and started rubbing my back.  I
was beginning to suspect she had not minded what I had been doing, and
decided to give my theory a test by squeezing her panty covered buttock
lightly.  In response, she gave a sigh, and a little wiggle.

What the hell, I decided, in for a penny, in for a pound.  Not like I
could get in any MORE trouble.  With us both on our sides, I had access
to her whole body, but I wanted to let her take the lead, so she didn't
get scared. She was still rubbing my back and playing with my nipples,
so I took an educated guess it would be okay if I did the same.

I started by moving the hand that was on her bottom up her back, this
time under the satin fabric.  Alternating between using my nails and
the tips of my fingers I started to massage her bare back.  She made a
little purring noise, so I guess that was okay.  My other hand crept
across the space between us and found the front hem of her shirt where
it had ridden up around her belly button.  In the dawn's half light I
could make out her skin and light colored panties, which I felt it was
safer to avoid for now.

My fingers crept up under her gown, pausing to tickle her belly button,
which made her giggle.  I kept moving slowly upwards until I felt the
beginnings of the rise of her breast.  I paused, just from the sheer
amazement that I was touching the breast of a thirteen year old girl,
let alone with no clothing in between.  A wiggle of her chest and pinch
to my nipple indicated to me I should not have stopped.

Inching my hand up a little further, I was able to cup her entire
breast in my palm, and she gave a little gasp as I squeezed gently.  I
felt the tiny bump of her nipple press into my palm.

I started to match the rhythms of my hand motions to hers as I
alternately squeezed her young breasts or ran the tips of my fingers
around her nipple.  She soon got the idea that I was following her,
cause if she rubbed my chest, I rubbed hers, if she squeezed my nipple,
I squeezed hers, and so on.

We kept this game up for a few moments, exploring each other's chests. 
She still had her eyes closed, but mine were open, and I could now make
out the smile on her face.  Without a change in her expression, she
took the hand that had been rubbing my back and started to slide it
lower, to the waistband of my greenies, then under.  My own hand
followed suit, slipping under the waistband of her panties.

What little room I had left in the front of my greenies was quickly
gone as I felt her small hand squeeze my buttocks.  I cupped her and
felt the incredibly smooth skin.  We each ran our hands around the
others asses, sometimes squeezing, sometimes stroking.  I made it a
point to slide my finger into the crack between her globes and she
quickly did the same.

I was so wrapped in what my hand was doing I didn't notice her first
hand had left my chest until I felt a tug on the tie of my surgical
pants, and then the knot came loose.  A part of me screamed that this
was going to far, but I told it to shut up.  I held my breath as I felt
her tiny hand slip below the waistband in front, then both hands
started moving down, taking my pants with them.  My dick twitched once
from the cool air, then again as her hand brushed it on the way down.

We had both stopped out other actions as we concentrated on what was
going on in the space between us.  My dick was pointed straight out
over the waistband of my pants, right at her.  The growing light
allowed me to see her lying there in a dark blue satin sleepshirt that
was bunched up to just below her chest, and pale yellow cotton panties.
 She was staring in fascination at my throbbing dick, as she drifted
her hands back up from my knees, where my pants were now pooled. 
Slowly, first the fingers of one hand, then the other started to
lightly caress the surface.

She tightened her grip a little, and soon her hands were working in a
steady up and down motion.  A steady stream of fluid dripped from the
tip of my penis onto the sheets.

I closed my eyes as she moved her hands faster.  It had been a long
time, and adding to that the fact a 13 year old girl was giving me a
hand job, well, lets just say my staying power was not up to its usual
standards.  I felt the pressure build, and with a grunt, I exploded as
a torrent of cum just shot out of the end of my dick, with more force
than I had ever managed before.  Andy kept stroking me as smaller jets
of fluid kept coming out until finally I couldn't take the sensation
anymore and I stopped her hands with my own.

Opening my eyes, I saw that my sheets were soaked, and a large splotch
of cum had hit Andy right in the middle of her belly, splattering
little drops onto her nightshirt and panties.  The sight was so erotic
that I felt myself try to rise again, but the poor guy was just too
tired.

I think I knew I could have ended it there, but somehow it didn't seem
fair.  I reached behind me and grabbed a tissue, and gently wiped the
sticky mess of of her as best I could.  The whole time she didn't make
a sound, just looked at me with a real gentle expression.  Once she was
clean, I gently pushed her on her back, and her arms dropped to her
sides.  I think she knew what I was going to do.

I slid over next to her and placed my hands on her tummy.  I felt her
muscles tense as I started to trace my fingers around the waistband of
her panties, sometimes gently plucking the elastic.  She started to
squirm a little, so finally I let one of my fingers drift below the
stretchy material.  When I felt the first wisp of pubic hair I stopped,
letting her get used to it.  When I felt her muscles relax, and the
squirming start again, I moved on.

When the tip of my finger encountered the dampness at the top of her
pussy, I stopped again, this time to deal with the fact that I was
touching a 13 year old pussy.  I almost had to force my hand to slide
further down until I felt it resting between the lips of her cunt.

Andy's eyes were closed, and her lower lip was curled under her front
teeth.  AS I started to gently run my finger up and down under the
cotton cloth, I saw her lip tremble slightly and her legs started to
spread apart.

As her legs widened, I could feel the opening beneath my finger widen
also, like a flower blooming. , but I resisted the urge to press in. 
Instead, I let my finger search upward until I found the little covered
bump I knew would be hiding at the top.  As I rubbed the little button,
Andy started to squirm and wiggle more energetically.  I kept playing
with her teenaged clit until I felt the moisture from below reach my
finger, and I knew she was ready.  My fingers quested downward again,
this time looking for the opening I had felt before.

I found it, and after a quick pause let just the tip of my finger slip
inside.  At this, she gave a quick jerk, and a moan came from her lips.
 I wanted to go real slow, but that was not to be.  I made a little
movement with the tip of my finger which caused her to jiggle her hips
madly, then she suddenly bucked upwards, forcing my finger in up to its
knuckle.  It fit surprisingly well, and I could feel the smooth walls
of her pussy envelop and caress my probing digit.  Her hips settled
back, and she sighed as I started rocking my finger in and out, going a
little further in each time until I felt resistance.  She flinched a
little when I pressed on it, and I knew I was in as far as I was going
to go.

Andy was moaning and gasping now as I kept my steady in-out rhythm
going, and I felt the walls of her vagina start to contract as her
first orgasm by another person approached.  With my  other hand, I
started to caress her clit through the material of her panties, and in
just a few strokes, her hips bucked wildly and her muscles clamped down
on my finger, trapping it inside for the ride.

Her body continued to twitch as the spasms receded, until she finally
relaxed back on to the bed.  As her muscles released me, I slipped my
finger out from under her panties, and pulled the material of her
sleepshirt back down to her knees.  Then, I pulled up and retied my
pants.  Neither of seemed to be able to say anything, but I pulled her
on top of me, avoiding the wetness on the bed and we held each other
closely.  Just then, the alarm clock went off again, as if to warn us
that we were cutting it too close.  Andy scrambled off of me and out of
the bed, where she slipped on her sandals and headed for the door. 
When she got to the foot of the bed, she stopped, looked at me, then I
saw her bend down for a second.  When she stood back up, I caught a
lash of something in her hand as she tossed whatever it was to me.  I
caught the object as she left the cabin and realised it was the panties
she had been wearing.

I could smell the scent of her orgasm on the panties and my fingers as
I laid back and tried to gather my thoughts.  I had a lot to think
about.

Next Chapter:  Kate and I get some time alone, we talk, Traci gets in
trouble, and the toy box is opened.




