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



The Camp Nurse

Chapter 7.  The Party

by NightShade

4/97


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will it fit me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I pick you, Sandi."

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

"Then I pick Janet," I continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, shit.  How did you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

