THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any further.  Also kids, don't try this at home without adult supervision.

This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on reality a little when you read it.  As is the case with most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, strength of character doesn't stand a chance against any erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance.  That being said, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.



















The Camp Nurse

Chapter 1.  The First Day

by NightShade

first posted 1/97, revised 12/98

Author's Note:  I hope you enjoy this story line.  This first chapter takes a while to get going, but it does, eventually.  It's called plot development and generally makes a story more interesting.  The subsequent chapters should contain more SEX (which is what we're all here for, right?), but if you don't read this first chapter, you'll miss the plot.

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BLAM!

I heard the blast of the shotgun and my military training took over.  I dropped my bags and hit the dirt and rolled to my right, away from the sound.  I took inventory of my body, checking for wounds as I scurried for cover behind a slight rise in the terrain as it sloped up from the lake.  As I rolled, my sub-conscience had registered the distinctive 'click-click' of another round being chambered.  I began to sweat.  Even worse, I could hear the whop-whop-whop of the helicopter that brought me up here receding in the clear thin air.  It was the only way out of here.  I was going to die up here and didn't have a clue why.

I instinctively tried to locate the threat because whoever was shooting at me was really stupid.  That fucker had fired a warning shot.  My drill instructors always told me that you don't attack a shotgun, you run out of range or get behind something.  Then nail the bastard.  Anyone who had a clear shot with at shotgun and missed, well, they were just plain stupid or blind.  

I figured they were somewhere off to my left.  I couldn't see anyone or anything from where I was so I tried to crab over a ways to get a better angle.

BLAM!  click-click     BLAM!  click-click 

This time several good-sized branches fell on my back and I heard the bark of the trees right behind me being ripped away.  SHIT!  I was dead meat.  The fucker wanted me alive, and that scared me more than dying for some reason.  This was supposed to have been a easy gig, but it could have been a setup.  I didn't know any of the major players, and no one knew where I was.  On purpose.

I started to get up very slowly, keeping my hands in clear view over my head.  Might as well go out like a man standing up, than die face down in the pine needles.  Besides, if I didn't get up soon, I'd pee in my pants.  Not from fear.  It had been a two-hour flight out of Ontario Airport and there isn't a John on a helicopter.  

"Hold it right there, you mother-fuckin' bastard!  Where the hell do you think you're goin'?"

It was a voice from your worst nightmare.  Shrill and angry.  PMS on steroids.  Pitched at just that one certain tone that made your bowels turn to water, kind of like fingernails on a blackboard, only worse, much worse.  She was an ugly mother for sure, and I was face down.  Worse, she had a shotgun.

"Mernnfroong gdnr nddnf."  It's difficult to talk clearly when your mouth is full of pine needles and moss.

"What did you say, you fuckin bastard?  Speak up before I blow your head the hell off!"

"I'm looking for the camp administrator, Janet Crandell," I said after turning my head and spitting out the debris.

"What for?"

I don't know why, given my rather precarious situation at the time, but that question got my dander up.  (For those of you who don't know what 'dander' is, it's a lot more comfortable when it gets up than something else that gets 'up' tents your shorts and leaves a wet spot on your pants.  In certain circumstances, however, like the one I was currently in, dander, when it's up, can be life threatening.  Clear?)  I resented her question.

"Are you Ms. Crandell?" I asked her back, none too politely.

"Nope."

"Then it's really none of your GOD-DAMNED FUCKING business, is it?"  I yelled.  I started to get up.

BLAM!  click-click

She apparently didn't like my attitude.

"Stay down, you no-good, mother-fuckin' bastard."

I stayed down.  As I lay there, I realized that I had heard several odd high-pitched sounds after that last shot.  At first, I had dismissed them as birds, but they kept coming.  I couldn't locate where the sound was coming from, but it seemed to come from all around.  Slowly turning my head to both sides, I spied several pairs of Nikes, Reeboks and Adidas in various pastel colors sprouting some of the finest pairs of young tanned healthy legs I had ever seen in my 23 years.

Then came 'The Voice' again:  "Stay back, girls.  It's a MAN!"  She said that last work like it would leave a dirty taste in her mouth.  I really think she meant it as a derogatory description of me, too.

One of the pairs of legs sassed back to her, "We KNO-O-O-W" in typical teenage sarcasm.  I decided I liked that kid, whoever she was.  Several of the spectators giggled, and one or two laughed outright.

The sound of running feet preceded the arrival of the authorities.  Help, I hoped, had arrived.

"Gertie, what's all the shooting about.  I hope you didn't hurt anyone.  I warned you about bringing that, that, that THING up here."

"I got one, Miss Crandell!" Gertie shouted excitedly, like I was rare specimen that she could make extinct and do the world a favor, like small pox.  "I finally got one of those slimy no-good PRE-vert bastards trying to sneak into the camp!  I knew the little shits would show up sooner or later."

"Where, Gertie?  Where is he?"

"Over there, suckin dirt."

I didn't see any of this, as I was still face down in the moss, taking no chances.

I heard or sensed someone come over to where I was lying.

"My name is Janet Crandell.  I am the administrator of this camp.  Who are you and what do you want?"  

The questions were put forward in a very business-like manner, but in a voice that would have melted the heart and resolve of the toughest CEO.  I also noticed she did not ask me to get up.

"My name is Chris Mattson.  I was hired to be your camp nurse."  I reached - very slowly - into my shirt pocket and handed her my contract.

There was dead silence for several minutes.

"May I get up, now?"  I asked this after what seemed to me was enough time for her to have re-written the entire contract, much less read it.

Not receiving an answer, I slowly raised my head up, just so I could look forward.  And looked directly at a set of very shapely ankles.  I had never thought of ankles as all that sexy, but now.  Wow!  If the rest of her looked that good, this must be heaven.  

I took not hearing a gun shot as a good sign, and I continued to lift my head up.  Smooth tight skin, toned calves, one knee bent slightly, the other locked.  Not a mark, not a mole blemished the evenly tanned legs.  Her thighs seemed to go on forever and all I could think of was how they might feel locked around my waist.  I could almost feel the firm leg muscles straining in ecstasy.

I shook my head to clear it of those erotic images.  There was still a loaded weapon in the hands of the enemy.  This was no time to loose focus.  I pulled my hands under my chest and levered my upper body up.  My movements were slow and easy.  

My eyes passed over a slight swell of feminine hips fronting for a high-set, firm, tight ass inadequately covered by a pair of those clinging nylon running shorts.  There wasn't even a hint of a bulge over her pussy.  Her crotch was as flat as that of a world-class athlete.  I didn't see any panty lines, and the shorts were tight enough that if they had been there, I would have.  I paused to pay homage to perfection.  It isn't everyday I get to see a living epiphany.   

A few inches higher was a trim bare waist highlighted by one of the most perfect navels God ever created.  I paused again.  My breathing was becoming labored.  Must have been the altitude, right?   Then came the highlight, the absolute showstoppers: a set of perfectly sized, high riding tits tightly encased in one of those sports-bra things.  It looked like the sports bra was gradually loosing the fight to contain them, but it was a glorious battle to watch.

"This is too fucking good to be true!" I thought, as I was finally standing erect.  In more than one sense.  "If she's blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous, I'll know this is a wet-dream."  I was still staring at her chest, although I towered above her 5'3" frame.  I was torn.  Why spoil a good wet dream with a shit-ugly face?  But it was becoming obvious, even to me, where I was looking.

I raised my eyes and looked at her face.  She was the woman of my dreams.  I had never visualized any one woman when I fantasized, but Ms. Crandell was all of them rolled into one tight package.  I pinched myself to see if this was a dream.   It wasn't.  This was better than a wet dream.  It was real!

Administrator Crandell stood all of 5'3'' - at most - and, with her clear face and youthful figure, didn't look old enough to be the administrator.  I idly wondered if she ever wore her blonde hair in curly pig-tails.  It would be just like an erotic Brady Bunch.

"Hi.  Uh, Boss?  I hope."  I stuck out my hand.

"Oh, yes.  Hello.  Uh, I'm sorry about the rude welcome, but there seems to have been some sort of terrible mistake.  This is an exclusive all-girls camp.  ALL girls."  She left my hand waving in the breeze so I took it back.  Not a good sign.

"And?  What's the problem?"

"Uh, well, uh, let's go up to my office and discuss this, OK?"  She waved her hands to indicate the throng of young girls who had surrounded us during this little talk.

When I said "OK," there was a corporate groan so full of hormones, I thought I felt a pimple growing.

We started up the path towards the large building she had indicated.  We had to go right past a solid Teutonic mass of flesh holding a 12-gauge pump action shotgun.  It had to be Gertie.  It didn't take a genius to figure that out.  As I walked by her, I purposely stayed in a meek posture with my head bowed until I was next to her.  Hey, it works with gorillas, and that's the immediate image I had when I first saw Gertie.  

There was palpable hate in her glare.  She felt safe and invincible holding the shotgun.  Stupid.  She let me get too close to her.  As I passed in front of her, I pretended to stumble.  It took her by surprise when I spun from below, reached out and grabbed the gun from her fat, oversized hands.  Shocked at loosing her precious weapon, she just stood there, her mouth hanging open.  I did a swift leg sweep to knock her legs out from under her.  She fell hard, knocking the wind out of her.  I swear to God, the earth shook when she landed.

I stood over her, staring down at her.  I resisted the training I had had to finish her.  My fist unclenched and the muscles trained to kill protested as I just looked at her.  I expected to see fear in her eyes, but Gertie surprised me.  All I saw was hate.  Loathing.  Disgust.  You get the picture.  I was 'MAN', ergo, I was "EVIL."  I shouldn't have hesitated.  The bitch had shot at me.  Self-defense, right?

As we stared at each other, I slowly pumped the shotgun and ejected the shells onto her body.  There were five shells in the gun and one in the chamber.  Shit, she must have reloaded the damn thing while Ms. Crandell was talking to me.  I broke down the gun, and with a final glare at her, stuck it under my arm continued up the path.

As I neared the office, I spied my bags neatly stacked at the dock, ready for an exit.  Even the two I had been carrying when the shooting started.  Not a good sign, again.

However, several minutes later, after a seriously heated discussion about sexual discrimination, lawsuits for breach of contract, etc., Janet Crandell gracefully conceded defeat.  Temporarily.  For the remaining part of this session only.  She needed a nurse to meet the insurance requirements; I was a bonified registered nurse; I had a signed and notarized contract.  Therefore, I was the new nurse at Camp Rah-Rah-Rah.

I wouldn't have been such a hard ass about it, but I really needed this job.  For several reasons, not all of them honorable.  To make a long story short, I had enlisted in the Navy because I wanted to be a Navy SEAL.  A real one, not the kind in the movies that even Demi Moore could qualify for.  It was what I had wanted to be all my adolescent life.  Once in the Navy, I worked so fucking hard I actually was selected for the SEAL training program.  It was the happiest day of my life and began the best part of my life, ever.  

The training was all I had dreamed of.  It was harder than anything you can imagine.  The DIs ran us until we couldn't stand up and then made us crawl back.  The next day we did it again, twice.  In between, we had classes.  Hand-to-hand, weapons, explosives, close-in killing, tactics, team-work.  I loved it.  Every fucking minute.  No matter what it was, what they did, I thrived on it.  It was what I was meant to be.  

Several of the guys I thought were tougher than I was dropped out due to injuries and dequals.  I was sorry to see them go.  I thought this was the greatest thing ever, and now they would miss out.  But disaster has a way of ruining a perfectly good career choice.  I had almost finished with my SEAL training when I ran into what in to that great unique military institution, the SNAFU.  You know, Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.  

A Pentagon computer somehow decided that I would make a good medic for the squad and that I should be trained not just as medic, but as a fucking registered nurse.  I was appalled, horrified.  Not at the idea of the schoolwork.  But that my squad I had trained with would be reformed without me and sent on active duty while I spent four years in nursing school.  I wanted to fucking kill and blow things up -on orders, of course! - not carry a first aid kit.  

I appealed all the way up the line.  Nothing could change the decision.  My commander appealed all the way up.  Senators and Representatives appealed all the way up.  Nothing.  The fuckers in the Pentagon got pissed at all the commotion - and that they had made an obvious mistake - and almost wouldn't let me graduate from the SEAL program.  I couldn't have taken that blow, so I quit appealing, finished my SEAL training, went to the Naval Hospital.  Four years later I became Lt. Chris Mattson, RN, USN (SEAL).

I wasn't assigned to a SEAL squad.  There weren't any openings for a RN.  Figures.  I started my first tour of duty at a land-based hospital.  I didn't last long.  I guess you could say it had something to do with my looks.  The doctors didn't like the way I looked, but all the nurses did.  Well, two of the doctors liked me, but they both had tits.  The nurses' commander, my boss, was the only person who saw me as just me.  The other nurses all said she was just too old to care.  I didn't think so.  She was a good person, rare in my book, and that made her special.

I suppose I should describe myself.  I'm just over six feet tall, 180 lbs.  I've been told that if I grew a mustache, I would look like Tom Selleck, only better.  I never considered myself all that handsome, but I never had trouble getting dates, either.  No tattoos, no scars.  Just your average guy.

Anyway, why I needed this job....  It seems that my presence at the base hospital was causing quite a problem.  There were numerous complaints from the politically powerful doctors, and from several outside civilians.  On the one hand, the doctors weren't getting anymore of the nurse-nookie they had been accustomed to getting.  Neither was I, but that fact didn't seem to be relevant to the horny bastards.  They had all heard of my training, and were too chicken to attack me personally.  So they filed complaints about me.

On the other hand, there were four or five catfights in the nurse's locker room, the last one requiring major reconstruction surgery.  For some reason, the nurses were apparently fighting over me.  God knows, I did nothing to encourage them.  Well, OK, almost nothing.  But it wasn't my fault.

When the first female doctors had been assigned to the hospital, the male doctors had insisted that, on the basis of maintaining discipline, all the doctors, regardless of gender, had to use the Doctor's Lounge.  So when I showed up, the nurses, more for spite than anything else, insisted that I use their locker room to change.  So some of them might have seen me naked and erect in the shower.  Hey, what's a guy to do?  They were naked, too.  So I got excited and got a hard on.  You'd have thought they had never seen a 10" prick before.  I mean, don't all guys have one?

Anyway, after the last fight, the commander called me into her office.  We had a long heart-to-heart about my future in the Navy, how she understood how frustrated I was.  She knew that I didn't want to treat people in the hospital, I wanted to put people in the hospital.  She then advised me that both of the nurses involved in the most recent fight were married to guys that were very hotheaded, jealous, and were 'connected.'  While she was sure I could probably take care of myself, she suggested it might be safer for all involved it I was to make myself scarce for a long - she emphasized that word 'long' - time.  It seems that none of the nurse's husbands had been getting any nurse nookie either, and were really pissed at me.  One of the nurses had already reported that about 20 of the husbands had met.  The hospital commander, one of the husbands at the meeting, had quietly told her to 'fix' the problem before anyone else got hurt.

She put me on an indefinite leave of absence.  The commander quietly suggested I contact a placement agency she knew of that handled RNs.  I did.  The agency said they had an immediate opening at an isolated kids summer camp with no access, only helicopter, and I was perfect, just what they were looking for.  Within the hour, I was airborne and, here I was.  The staff at the agency either didn't know or didn't care that Camp Rah-Rah-Rah was an all girls cheerleading camp.  Or perhaps they just assumed that a nurse would be female.  Or perhaps because my name is Chris and not Christopher.  Who knows?  Who cares?  I was here.

Camp Rah-Rah-Rah was built in an abandoned government facility in a hidden valley about 5000' up in one of the endless mountain ranges of the West.  It sat on a glacier-fed lake and was protected from the weather by high peaks on all sides.  The outlet stream from the lake plunged over a 300' waterfall about a mile down stream, effectively sealing off the valley.  It was beautiful.

The camp was originally intended to be a training facility of some kind.  Maybe the Forest Service wanted to train the rangers how to fly fish or something.  But that's beside the point.  There were several million tax dollars at work here, all of which the beautiful Janet Crandell had acquired for a mere pittance at auction.  The camp was entirely self-contained with running water, huge underground warehouses that she had turned into a year-round training area, luxury hotel/dormitory accommodations for up to 200 people, kitchens, satellite communications, even a self-contained unit generating electricity from the water fall.  It was typical government overkill.

Janet explained all this to me as she took me over to the medical building.  It was a good-sized out-building, attached to the main housing area by a long corridor.  I felt like a giant walking next to her diminutive form, but she never seemed to notice.  I lugged my bags, the sum total of my earthly belongings, and fell in love with her voice as she gave me the nickel tour.

The dispensary I was in charge of was typical of the lavish style of the rest of the compound.  There was actually a small OR with an emergency generator.  The clinic had not been used for quite a while, so I spent the rest of that first day getting it into shape.  Mostly dusting and organizing, familiarizing myself with the medical stocks.  I had intended to make a list of things to order, but after two hours I hadn't been able to find anything to write down.  As I was beginning to notice about all the things Ms. Janet Crandell did, this place was very well equipped.

About 3:00 I heard the helicopter coming back up the valley.  Thinking perhaps that she had changed her mind, I went to the window to see what was going on.  I could see the landing pad from the dispensary window, I watched in wry amusement as Janet Crandell and Gertie pantomimed out a dramatic scene worthy of the best silent pictures.  Janet would point at the chopper and Gertie would shake her head 'No'.  Another firm gesture towards the chopper by Janet, and Gertie would hang her head and shuffle a couple of steps towards the machine.  She would then turn and say something, holding up her clasped hands in supplication, begging, only to collapse against Janet's resolve.  Then the whole process would begin again.  Janet would point, Gertie would plead.  Point, shuffle, beg, point, plead.  Gertie obviously did not want to leave. 

But she did and the chopper faded away for the second time that day.  I felt better about this one leaving.

The phone rang - did I mention they had their own phone system? - and Janet's assistant informed me that a Staff meeting was to be held at 4:00 before dinner.

I showered, shaved and dressed in my best nurse whites to meet the staff.  I followed her directions to the boardroom.  I was early and was able to greet each arriving staff member.  Being a gentleman, I stood up as each one came in the door.  All of them had heard the news by now, if not all the shooting.  They were all looking forward to meeting me.  Apparently, all of them had also showered and shaved (I guess) and were wearing the most attractive or flattering clothing they had with them.  And no wedding rings in the bunch.

I would describe each of them individually, but this is a short story.  Suffice it to say that each one of them was either a current or an ex-Cheerleader at a major University or pro sports team, and that there wasn't a ounce of excess weight on any of them.  And with what they were - or weren't - wearing, I could tell.  You get the picture.  They were all outgoing, smart, friendly, confident of their womanhood, and exceptionally beautiful.  Excellent role models for the young girls at the camp.

The buzz in the room quieted down when Janet walked in.  Or should I say floated in.  I never noticed her move, but she was suddenly at the head of the table, calling the meeting to order.  Before she spoke, she surveyed the female staff, and grinned a wry smile.

"All right, people, a few things on the agenda.  One, you have probably heard the news, but I would like to formally present our camp nurse, Mr. Chris Mattson.  Please introduce yourselves and make him feel welcome."

A titter of giggles swept the room.  I blushed.  So did Janet.

"Not THAT welcome, ladies!"

That broke up the room, and the ice.  The sexual tension that had been building around us disappeared. When the laughter died down, she continued.

"Second, you are probably also aware that Gertie is no longer with us."  There were a few repressed cheers, which Janet glared at with honest disapproval  "I'm sure we will all miss her, but it does leave a couple of holes in the class roster.  We will need to spread out her responsibilities.  First, I need a volunteer to take over her campers."

A tall red-head raised her hand.  "I could take some of them.  They're all the same age as my girls, so it should fit OK."  She flashed me a shy smile as she finished speaking.

A tawny, gorgeous black woman quickly spoke up, "Me, too.  I'll take the other half."  Another shy smile in my direction.

"Thank you, ladies.  Work it out between you."  She looked down at the teaching schedule.  "OK.  Next, is there anyone who quilts?"

There was a long silence.  

"Anyone?  Please?"

Finally, a quiet voice spoke up behind Janet.

"None of the campers had signed up for that particular class, Miss Crandell."

Several of the staff tried to cover up their smiles.  It wasn't nice, but it was funny.

Janet shot her assistant a pained smile.

"OK, well, that takes care of that.  Now, how about the self-defense training?  I know that all the girls have to take that course."

Another long silence.

Finally I spoke up.  "What type of training are you looking for?  Hand-to-hand or shotguns?"

The room broke up.  I probably shouldn't have said anything, but the bitch had shot at me.  The look on Janet's face wasn't pretty, but I had another card up my sleeve.

"Mr. Mattson, this is a serious meeting.  Please keep your comments appropriate."

All right, I deserved that.

"I apologize, Ma'am.  But I do have extensive training in hand to hand fighting and weapons.  Navy SEAL training, to be exact.  I could put together a training program for you.  From the response of your staff for a request for volunteers, I could include training for them as well, if you want."

Janet's face went from suspicious to surprised to relieved.  When I made the offer to train the staff as well, you would have thought the home team had just scored the winning touchdown.  The cheers, whistles, and applauding went on for several minutes.

When it finally quieted down, Janet said, "Well, it seems as if we have a new self-defense instructor.  And a new staff course, as well."  She looked around at all the female staff.  "All staff personnel will participate in that course," she continued.

An emphatic, over-loud whispered "YESSSssss!!!" from her mousey assistant broke up the room again and the meeting as well.  Janet resignedly waved them away out of the room and sat at the head of the table shaking her head.  She was smiling, however.  She motioned for me to stay as the room cleared.

"You seem to have caused quite a stir, Mr. Mattson.  I haven't seen that much makeup on my staff in the four weeks we've been here."

"Please, call me Chris, Miss Crandell..."

"Janet."

"OK, Janet.  Look, I apologize for the remark about Gertie, but she did kind of start things."

"Don't think anything of it.  She was really out of place here, but I couldn't get rid of her without a reason.  You provided that reason, so in a way, I should be grateful to you.  However, I won't have you making negative comments about anyone, and I mean anyone, in a staff meeting, or anywhere else for that matter.  Do you understand, mister?  I don't work that way."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"That sounded like there should be a salute with that," she chuckled.

"Sorry.  Just habit, I guess."

"Well.  Let's go to dinner.  I'll show you to your table."

"'My' table?"

"Yes.  All the staff spread out around the room and sit in different areas.  I feel this encourages informal interaction between the staff and campers.  You have an assigned table.  The campers do not.  They may sit where they like."

By that time we were at the door to the dining area.  The hubbub of noise from room came through the double swinging doors and filled the hall where we were standing.

Janet looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile.  "Ready to face the enemy, sailor?"

"Aye-Aye, Skipper," I grinned back at her as I held the door open for her.  Apparently she wasn't expecting that because she gave me a very pleasant and appreciative smile as she ducked under my arm and into the room.

It was like a switch had been switched off.  There was dead silence in the room.  Even the kitchen staff stopped banging the pots and pans.  All eyes were on Janet and me as we made our way over to what was to become 'my' table.  The silent eyes follow us every step of the way around the large room to the far back corner, as yet unpopulated by diners.

"This was Gertie's area.  She never seemed to attract that many diners.  You just inherited it.  Looks like tonight you'll get to eat in peace.  Or you can join me if you like."

"No thanks, Janet, I'd better not.  I wouldn't want them to think I couldn't handle dinner on my own."

"Suit yourself, sailor," she flipped over her shoulder as she walked away.  With that wiggle in her hips, I could have almost sworn she was flirting with me.  Regardless, I was getting stiff just watching her walk away towards the food line.  Or maybe it was being in the middle of all that young hot stuff.  You see, there was a reason I had never taken advantage of any of the freely available nurse nookie at the base hospital.  It was all too old for my taste.  I liked mine young.  18 at the oldest.  There was something about a girl turning into a mature woman that turned me off.  I don't know.  I always associated mature with my Mom.  And fat.  Not obese, just rounded, padded figures.  I liked mine lean and mean.

Which was why Janet interested me.  She looked young.  And she would continue to look young for a long, long time.  She looked more fuckable the longer I looked at her.

I broke my stare when I felt a tugging on my pants leg.

"Hey, Mister.  Can I sit with you?"

I looked down to see an absolutely doll faced innocent young girl standing next to me.  Her big brown eyes looked up at mine and she batted her eyelids in a most seductive manner.  I just about came then and there.  This was going to be harder -literally - than I thought.

"Sure.  Just let me go get my tray."

"OK.  I'll wait here."

I went off in the direction Janet had gone to get her dinner.  There was nothing special about the menu, mostly healthy food, as would be expected.  I piled up my tray with what was apparently a surprising amount of food from the looks of the food servers.  I grinned at each one as I went by, and they just blushed and piled on more food.  Way to a man's heart and all that...

By the time I returned from the food line and got back to by table, my section was full.  The only empty chair was mine.  I looked around and caught one of the other staffer's eye.  I motioned to her now nearly empty section and I made a questioning gesture of 'what's going on?'  She just laughed.  

I sat down to 11 pairs of eyes.  But I couldn't tell you what color they were right then because all I noticed, on the QT, of course, was 11 pairs of fresh young tits.  Firm, gorgeous, unfettered youthful tit-flesh.  A veritable feast of flesh.  In all my favorite sizes from grapes to walnuts to oranges.  The eyes around the table finally caught my attention and I smiled.  I swear one of them swooned - or at least sighed heavily.

I began small talk around the whole table, getting even the shyest ones to speak up.  I let them fill me in on the rules, the schedules, what they liked, etc.  Stuff they knew about, non-threatening.  They didn't have nametags, but I remembered most of their names by the end of dinner.  The conversation lagged a couple of times but with a well placed question, it picked up again.  Once it was stopped abruptly by a water glass being spilled.  The girl who spilled it had been rather quiet throughout the dinner, and now sat there jerking and shaking in her chair.  A flush rose up her neck and spread over her cheeks.  She gasped audibly in an OH-OH-OH manner, and then slumped down in her chair with a queer smile on her face.

Being the nurse, I immediately jumped up and rushed to her side.  I picked her up in my arms and ran to the dispensary with her.  Surprisingly, only Janet followed.  Sarah, the girl, closed her eyes, rested her head on my chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tightly.  

At first I thought she was just scared and tried to comfort her and held her close.  I didn't know what to think might be wrong with her, but I noticed that my shirtsleeve was moist where it went under her legs.  She still shuddered every once in a while and clung tightly to me.

I got to the dispensary and laid her gently on one of the examining tables.  She didn't want to let go of my neck.  Gently prying her hands apart, I began my examination.  I called up her records on the computer to check for epilepsy.  Nothing.  I check for allergies.  Nothing.  I checked for anything.  Nothing.  I began to get nervous.  It didn't help that I was being watched.

Janet had entered the room while I checked the computer.  She had this kind of amused look on her face as she watched me work.  And work, and work some more, without a result.  I began to get panicked.  My first case, and I was a flop!  I checked reflexes, muscle tone, everything.  I could find nothing, but a state of extreme relaxation and wet spot between her legs that I blamed on the spilled water.

The panic must have been apparent because Janet called me over to her.

"Are you going to carry every girl down here after she orgasms?" she whispered.

"WHAT?"  I looked at her with disbelief.  She pointed to the wet spot on my shirtsleeve.

"Smell it."

The tangy aroma was unmistakable.  

"You didn't see her?"

I shook my head.  I had honestly not been aware that she had been stroking herself under the table.

"God, the whole room knew what was going on.  These girls have been up here two weeks without their boyfriends.  Some - most of them are pretty sexually active.  They get kind of horny from about this point on.  For the next two weeks of their time here it will only get worse.  I kind of expected something like this to happen, just not this soon."

"Gee, thanks for warning me!"

Janet grinned up at me.  "Hey, it's been 4 weeks for me and the staff!  Why should I give you a break?"

I almost grabbed her then and there and tossed her on the bed.  Unfortunately, the bed still had Sarah on it and she was watching us intently.  I went over to her.

"Feeling better?"  I asked her quietly

She nodded her head 'Yes.'

"Do you need to get some rest or will it be OK to release you?"

"Can't I stay here tonight?"  I slept in the next room and I think she knew it.

"No, I really don't think that will be necessary."

"But what if it happens again?"

"Do you think it might?"

Again she nodded, shyly this time, like a scared little girl.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear so Janet couldn't hear. "Then grab your pillow and hug it tight to you.  You can think of me if you want, or your boyfriend.  OK?"

I grabbed one of her hands in one of mine, knelt on one knee, brought her hand up to my lips and kissed her on the palm of her hand.  

Sarah flushed, squealed, grinned and jumped up, all at the same time.  She winked at Miss Crandell and ran back to the dining hall.  She came back to the door and yelled, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" to me, then left again.

"WHAT did you tell her?"

"That is a trade secret!  You'll just have to do the same thing she did if you want to find out, won't you?"  With that, she blushed deep red, turned and walked back towards the dining room.  About half way down the hall, she turned back.

"By the way, that was a good job in there.  You did everything right.  If it had been serious, you would have found it.  Glad to have you aboard."

With that she went back and finished her dinner.

I smiled to myself as I watched her walk away.  There was a bit more wiggle in her walk this time, I noticed.  I wonder if she had noticed my erection.  It would have taken a blind woman not to.

The rest of dinner passed with no further orgasms or fainting spells.  The girls in the rest of the hall had filed out long ago, but my area was still all there.  Janet finally came over to rescue me, claiming a 'meeting' I had to get to.  The girls actually groaned, and I realized then how erotic that sounded.  It was so close to the moan that escapes those parted lips when you're teasing a fresh one into her first fuck.  You get them to the edge, then pull back.  Do it again, and again and again.  When they're delirious, they are yours for the picking.  Cherry picking.

So it was with more than a little difficulty that I stood up.  My prick was stiff and cramped in my shorts.  I have always had to keep it aimed down, just in case something like this happened, because if it was pointed up, it would pop up out over my belt.  That had happened to me one time in Jr. High School, but I learned quick.  

So my meat was sticking down my pant leg and was kind of swollen.  I guess I underestimated the length a little because there were several gasps when I stood.  Until I adjusted my pants leg, my Ol' John Henry was a good two inches out in the open.  I kept going as if nothing was the matter, but even Janet's eyes were wider than normal.

"Shall we go, Miss Crandell?"  I asked, holding out my arm to her.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Mattson.  Yes."  She was still shaken by what she had glimpsed, or thought she had, or was it that she hoped she had.  Her grip on my arm was possessively tight.

I dropped her off at her office and thanked her for rescuing me.  I almost got her in a clinch right then, but her assistant happened by, so I said good night to them both.

The remainder of the evening I spent unpacking my kit and finishing straightening up in the clinic.  I listened to the bells as they rang, remembering the schedule the girls at dinner had told me.  

9:00  In Rooms.  

9:30  In Beds  

10:00  Lights Out.  

Like clockwork I could see the lights across the way blink out.  They were all out on this side of the dormitory within a minute of each other.  I wondered absently if the little minxes were that obedient at home.  My light soon followed and I crawled into bed for what I hoped would be a long peaceful sleep.

I couldn't have been more misguided.  Within 30 minutes I heard the door to my room quietly push open.  I pretended to be asleep, which wasn't hard, given how tired I was.  For a while I couldn't hear anything at all, and I was just beginning to think it was my imagination when a tiny hand was laid gently across my lips.

"SSSShhhhhh.  Don't say a word," came an unfamiliar whisper.  A second small hand soon grasped my now throbbing cock and began to rub it up and down.

"OOOOhhhhhhh, Daddy, that feels good.  Let me kiss it for you."

That whisper was followed by a hot sucking sensation that nearly pulled my balls back up into my groin.  This kid could give head!  Or was it Janet?  The size was about right.

The mysterious little nymph suddenly quit blowing me and straddled my cock.

"OOOOHhhhh, Daddy, you make me so hot.  I've got to have you inside me."

A small squeal escaped as my cock was enveloped in one of the tightest pussies it had had the pleasure to penetrate.  I was surprised when the kid took it all.  Most have to work up to it in four or five fuckings.

"OOOOOOOOOhhhh, Daddy!  You're so biiiig.  You filled me all the way u-u-u-uu-u-up"  

Little miss nasty collapsed on my chest.  I held her gently, tweaking her little tits and erect nipples as she lay there until she gathered her wits together.  Then with a quick kiss and a whispered 'Thank You, Mr. Mattson!' she was gone.

I had just begun to drift off again when the door opened again.  This time I was a substitute for "Billy".  Then "Tommy".  Then "Daddy" again, twice more.  Then "Billy" was back.  I asked this one if this was seconds, and she said 'No'.  I told her she may want to check up on her two-timing boyfriend, Billy, when she got home.  For over two hours the parade kept up.  For a while I wondered if there was a schedule or something.  I thought about how ridiculous it would look if there were a line outside my door.  

The only differences I could tell in all the visitors that night were height, weight, tits and twats.  The tits I felt ranged in size from just bare nipples only to those that were more than a mouthful.  The twats were all tight, some more than others and all were wet.  But even after what must have been twenty orgasms on my cock, I had yet to spill my seed.  These cunts were so primed that they only took 5 or so minutes to get off, then 3 to cool down and then gone.  Slam, bam, thank you sailor.  That was a twist!  And each one ended with a kiss and a whispered "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."  I began to suspect a plot.

The last visitor was the most memorable of them all.  The time between visitors was a bit longer and I was actually asleep when I awoke to a hot mouth on my cum-coated cock.  What a way to wake up!  

But something about this one was different.  More experienced, maybe.  Softer, fuller lips, perhaps.  When she got on board, she was quiet.  I wasn't a substitute for anyone with this one.  She came almost as fast as the others, and as she was resting on my chest, I breathed in deep, smelling the wonderful fragrance of her hair.  I played with her firm breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples.  She groaned deep in her throat and began to rotate her hips again.  Then she raised herself up and leaned over me, propping herself up on my chest with her hands, letting her boobs sway as she rode my prick like a pro.  

I really worked on her tits, massaging and squeezing.  I focused on the stiff flesh of her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefingers, first firmly, then with increasing pressure.  My ministrations affected her and she worked harder and harder on my cock, trying to get me off.  She must have gone through six or seven of her own shuddering orgasms, fighting her way through them to keep humping my log until I felt myself swelling in her.  As I spurt my cum into her belly, she pressed her lips to mine to gag us both.  We both yelled into the other's oral cavity as the moment seized us.

She lay there a long while this time, quietly twirling the hair on my chest.  Then finally, with a sigh, she gave me a light kiss and a whispered, "Thank you, sailor", she was gone.  I was still laughing as I fell asleep.

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Chapter 2.  The Hike
As was my practice, I got up at first light.  That's just the way my body clock works.  I don't care if I've only had 15 minutes of sleep, I'm up at first light.

Normally I do my exercise nude in my room.  But with all the fresh mountain air up here, I decided to go outside this morning.  I slipped on a pair shorts and sandals and wandered around the compound until I found a peaceful clearing overlooking the lake.  My routine consists of my own style of the Chinese Tai Chi movements.  I had adapted them from movements I had picked up in the SEAL martial arts training.  I used the exercises as a focusing aid to meditation, preparing me mentally for each new day.  After the movements become so natural and fluid that I don't have to think about them anymore, I can slip into a really relaxing state of meditation.  With all the beautiful scenery around, I really got into the meditation that morning.

So when I tell you this next part, you'll have to understand that I really wasn't aware that all of this was going on all around me, right in plain view.  Janet, the camp administrator, filled me in later that morning.

Anyway, there I was, doing my routine in my shorts and bare feet.  My body glistened with sweat in the first strong rays of the sun, little wisps of steam writhing up from my heated back in the cool mountain air, the light playing off my rippling muscles as I moved cat-like through the slow graceful step of my routine.  As would be expected in a group of 100 or more people, some of the girls were early risers, too.  Apparently, one of those early risers spied me from her window and quickly woke the others in her room and on her floor.  The girls, ranging from 14-18, as well as the slightly older staffers, slowly trickled out into the woods surrounding the clearing I was, in wearing whatever they had on, which in some cases, was nothing.  Believe me, I'm really sorry I missed that, but I was totally focused inward, meditating.

Soft, lithe fingers began rubbing and fondling moist cracks and perky nipples and sensitive clits.  Sometimes the fingers belonged to the body being fondled, sometimes they belonged to the person next to them.  But there was no pussy left un-petted, no clit left un-rubbed, no nipples left un-squeezed.  According to reports, there were as many as 20-50 girls and staffers gathered around my clearing.  A good-sized orgy, if that's what you call 50 cunts and only one cock to go around.  One girl actually humped a tree, letting a low-level branch slip between her cunt lips and rub along her sensitive swollen inner labia.  She gave a new definition to the term 'tree-hugger.'

The moaning and groaning of all those wanton teenagers did not affect me consciously, but subconsciously my ears and brain picked up on those erotic sounds and directed them to the organ most usually affected by them.  You guessed it.  My cock-a-doodle-do did.  Being in its usual head down position and unencumbered by jockey shorts or jock strap - which I never wore, anyway - my prick began to lengthen and swell.  Understand, this is not an unusual occurrence when I do my exercises.  The feelings I get from a good work out are almost the same as I get from great sex.  (I said 'almost', OK?)  So a stiff prick didn't register to my meditating brain.

However, my stiffening wang did register in the brains of the watching girls.  While several of them had sampled it the night before, it had been dark in my room and, fortunately or unfortunately - you pick - things can seem smaller in the dark.  Those who had swallowed my prick and then impaled themselves on it were amazed at its size.  Those who had heard about the visits to my room stared in disbelief, envy and lust.  The staffers, who I assumed knew more about pricks than the young campers, just got plain horny and vowed to get my sausage between their legs if it was the last thing they did.

It didn't help matters any when I started stroking my meat, slowing bringing it to its full potential and right out in the open.  Hey, it feels good!  And I really wasn't aware of the audience.  I'm really kind of a shy guy.  Honest!  I don't like to get it on in public.  But during part of my routine I focus on just my stomach and back so my hands don't have anything to do.  They just kind of did what came naturally, and began working on my cock.

Now this is something that seemed odd to me when Janet told me all of this.  (By the way, she was getting hotter and hotter during our meeting.  I noticed she wasn't wearing that bra-thingy she had on the day before and that her large engorged hard pink nipples were clearly poking through the tight thin cotton T-shirt she had on this morning.  I wondered if her tits were sore from last night....)  Janet seemed amazed that I could keep stroking as long as I did and not blast off.  I told her I had always been what you would call a 'late bloomer' or something.  I can get hard and stay hard for almost two hours before coming.  For a long time I thought all guys were like that.  But I had always asked myself two questions.  

The more you stroke it, the better it feels, right?  If so, then why blow it so soon if it feels so good?  

Janet got outright agitated when I told her how long it takes me to come, and I almost thought she was going to ask me to prove it.  Right there on her desk.  With her.  But she didn't.  Her assistant, who was beginning to really annoy me, came in and interrupted the meeting at that point.

The first wake up bell at 5:30 had roused most of the campers and staff from their erotic pastimes, and so, by the time I had finished at 5:45, most of them had left.  I smiled shyly at the couple of campers still remaining, slipped on my sandals and went back to take a shower in my room.  I had no idea the spectacle I had put on until I got hauled into Janet's office right after breakfast.  Which is where I learned what I just told you.

The bottom line she tried to force on me was that I was to be confined to the dispensary or the dining hall or the training room for the self-defense classes.  Period.  Sounded like prison to me, and I told her so.  She started raving about me corrupting all the young girls.  Normally, a gentleman doesn't fuck and tell, but since I technically only fucked the last visitor last night - all the others fucked me - I felt I could tell her that these young girls had already been corrupted before I got there.  By Billy twice, Tommy, Jerry, Sam, Bob, and particularly, Daddy.  That shut her up.  She then asked me to just be a bit more careful of exposure, as some of the girls were not yet corrupted, and I did agree to that.  But there was something in her eyes when she saw my prick leap up when she mentioned those uncorrupted girls that made a lie of her sincerity.  Thinking about that gleam in her eye kept me hard for the rest of the day.  Honest!

The next few days passed in a blur.  I set up my self-defense course for the campers and staff.  The nightly visits by the campers, and I suspected some of the staff, continued like clockwork, including the same final unknown visitor.  I was hoping beyond hope that I knew who the last visitor was.  I was really hoping it was Janet.  But she never gave herself away other than to call me 'sailor', which none of the other campers or staffers did.  So I was never really sure.  And I had tried everything I could think of to find out who it was.

The only thing that was unusual during that time that was reported in the daily staff meetings was the high rate of visits to the nurse.  By the staffers!  I had 'had' to examine each one of them at least once, some twice, and a couple had almost moved into the clinic.  

I made meticulous notes of the visits, leaving out of the reports that none of them had escaped the exam without showing me everything, including having to bend over and spreading their cheeks to expose their rosebuds.  God, aren't hormones great?  Horny chics will do literally anything!  I finger fucked all of them on the pretext of doing the exam and all of them had at least one orgasm from my fingers.   Two of the horniest ones got two fingers up the ass, but none got my cock between their legs.  I would have liked to say that none got my cock at all, but one particularly fine looking tiny brunette, Julie, skinned my shorts off and sucked my cock down her throat before she even said 'Hello.'  And I was wearing a belt and jockeys, just like I'd agreed!

What's a guy to do?  I let her suck for a while until she got tired, then gave her a very thorough exam.  She was one of the ones that got two fingers in the ass.  It was obvious it was her first time that way, and she was squealing and moaning the whole time I pumped my fingers in and out of her back door.  And fucking back on my fingers as if her life depended on it.  She had one of the smallest asses of the group of staffers, and all that exercise she did kept it as tight and firm as when she was 14 years old.  I complimented her on her muscle tone and firmness and she actually blushed.  She was a little embarrassed that she had had an orgasm from having fingers up her ass, but I told her some women were built that way and it was normal for her.  She actually believed that shit!  And she came back for more later that day.

Later that week, Janet, unfortunately, requested that all illnesses and visits to the nurse by the staff be routed through her office, and I could literally hear the groans of dismay.  They were going to have to be more inventive if they were going to get some of my cock, but then, they were all intelligent women, as I mentioned before.  

I suppose I should mention the fact that, while I really like, and prefer, young, or young-looking girls, I have never had a problem getting it up for any good-looking woman.  Especially the ones that really want you bad.  And I intended to be really bad with each one of them.  But they were going to have to work for it.

Which brings me to the first successful staffer to get my cock.  

I finally had a free day.  I had been there almost week and the staff was rotated, 4 days on, 1 day off.  Except the nurse, who had 24-hour duty.  But one day a week, when the other activities were light, I was allowed to get out of camp, sleep late, or whatever, as long as I had my pager.  (Another taxpayer-paid luxury.) 

That day I decided to go for a hike.  I had seen a cabin or some kind of structure higher up on one of the neighboring peaks and I decided to go investigate.  I notified the office, packed a backpack full of safety stuff and food and set off.

It wasn't fifteen minutes into the hike when I sensed I was being followed.  Call it intuition, call it luck, but it was one of the things that had helped me pass the SEAL training.  I could always tell when someone was on my tail.  I stopped for a while to let whoever it was get close enough so I could tell who it was.  I smiled when I saw the energetic bounce of brunette hair heading my way.  Julie.  Good.  I'll give her a run for her money.

I'll give the lady credit.  She kept up with me over some pretty rough terrain.  It was kind of a game.  I would pick what I thought would be the route that would push her to her max or a little beyond even and she always came through.  I was getting more and more impressed with her.  And a little turned on, too.  Which made it a bit more difficult to walk around, but then, we all have to suffer a little.

Finally I angled my course at the unknown structure and came at it from around the back and above.  It turned out to be an abandon mineshaft that had collapsed years before.  The building was just a huge pile of rubble that had survived all those years.  I sat down on a rock facing away from the direction she would come and waited for her.  I didn't hear anything for a long time, and then I sensed her behind me.

"Hello, Julie," I said, without turning.

Silence.  "How long have you known?"

"Since we left camp.  You should have let me know you wanted to come up here."

I turned and looked at her.  She was a mess.  Her hair was askew, her makeup (for hiking?) was smeared from the sweat, and her thin shirt was clinging to her unsupported tits like saran wrap to cantaloupes.  I thought she had never looked more beautiful and I told her so.  She beamed up at me, all her anger forgotten.

"So now what?"  I asked her.

"Uh, well, uh, I was wondering if, ummm, you know,.."

"Julie, just say it."

She looked down at her feet.  Kind of shuffled them.  Then she took a deep breath, which did wonders for pushing her nipples even tighter against her shirt.

"Will you please fuck me, Chris?  Please?  God, I'm so embarrassed, I've never had to ask before.  Will you do me?"

When she had finished I let her stand there a minute.  Her hopeful gaze faltered, then shattered, and she turned to go, defeated.

"If you really want me to, I will."

I swear, we were both naked in 3 seconds and I still had on my backpack.  I have never seen a woman move so quickly.  How she got my shirt off with my backpack on still bothers me, because it's a great trick.  She had - thoughtfully - brought along a blanket that we spread to prevent grass stains and settled on it.  She attacked me before I was completely down.

I had had a number of women suck my cock.  But Julie could do things with her throat and mouth that made each time seem like the best time.  She couldn't get it all in, not many ladies can, especially ones as tiny as her.  But there was only a little bit of Mr. Roger not showing, and she was really trying to get it all down.  After several minutes with no air, she finally pulled off and gulped a huge lung full of air.  I appreciated the motion of those lungs all over again.

"I'm sorry I'm such a poor cock-sucker.  I can't seem to get you all in.  Can I try again?"

"Julie.  You're doing fine.  It's not you, it's me.  I'm probably just too big around and too long for you to get all the way down.  But if you want to try again, please do.  I really enjoy it."

She giggled at the compliment and dutifully went back to work.  This time, however, she attacked from the top, kneeling over my body with her legs straddling my chest.  The view was too much to resist, and I lifted my head and gently probed her dripping pussy with my tongue.  I heard a muffled squeal from her and then I noticed she slid her body back towards my head a little to get closer to my mouth.  I guess she gave up on swallowing my whole prick because now she couldn't reach.  But I really don't think she cared.  I know I didn't.

We stayed like that for almost an hour.  She would suck on my cock like it was a straw in a thick milkshake, really trying to get me to come.  I was just enjoying the feelings she was giving me.  She liked what I was doing to her, too, because every now and then she would let loose of my prick, lift up her head and scream in ecstasy.  It was really neat, too, because those screams would echo back and forth between the mountain peaks for several minutes after each climax.  We would sit there and listen to them rolling back and forth until they would finally fade away.  Then I would get back to work and so would she.

Finally, I started focusing on her ass hole.  First I swiped my tongue over it a couple of times and felt her shudder.  But she didn't pull away.  If anything, she pushed back farther and lowered her ass closer to my tongue.  So I stuck it in.  Like a little penis.  In and out.  In and out.  In and out.  Harder.  Farther.  Finally I pulled her upright so she was sitting square on my face.  That way I could stick my tongue in as far as it could go.  I kept up the in and out rhythm of my tongue in her ass until I heard her screams.  These were higher pitched that the others and even more intense.  She farted around my tongue when she came, but even that smelled sweet.

She started giggling in the middle of her orgasm, not an easy thing to do.  Apparently, she thought farting in my face was funny.  I thought the sight of her giggling and cumming at the same time was funny.  So we both laughed.

She stopped laughing when I lifted her up by her hips off my face and turned her around to face me.  I moved her body down so that she was poised above my cock.  Her eyes got big and there was a little bit of fear in them, but she reached under her and aimed the head of my cock into the opening of her cunt, now dripping with the juice of her latest cum.

"Ready?"

She nodded.

I gently lowered her down so that my prick was into her about two inches.  Then I let her take over.  I took my hands from her hips and moved them to her tits.  We both liked that.  Her little nipples were hard as rocks, but they were as sensitive as big puffy ones.  I could press them to her chest with the pads of my fingers and roll them around.  Julie reacted as if an electric current was being passed through her body.  She shuddered and bucked.  He eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

She took in huge gulps of air, trying to get oxygen into her system.  Finally she came back to her senses.  She looked down at me.

"Never.  Never before.  God, what are you doing to me?"

"You want me to stop?"  I asked teasingly.

"If you do, I'll kill you!" she said with a grin.

I looked down between our bodies.

"So, are you just going to sit up there, or are you going to ride the pony, little girl?"  

She looked down between her legs and saw most of my prick still outside of her.  She looked back up at me with an almost pleading look and then let herself slide the rest of the way down until our pubic hairs meshed.

"OH.  OH.  Oh.  Ohhhhhh God!"  She was still for a minute.  Then she shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs.  "Satisfied?"  she asked sarcastically .

"I'm happy if you're happy!" I quipped back.

She rolled her eyes in response.  Then she started the rocking motion that would make my stiff rod stir around in her honey pot.  She started slowly until she got used to the feel, and then she took off.  She rode the rail for several minutes.  When I thought she was close to the next peak, I touched my finger tips to her hard nipples and gently rubbed them around her chest.  

This time she didn't scream.  But every muscle in her body contracted at the same instant, including her cunt muscles.  It was great!  She wasn't moving except to quiver and shake, and yet her cunt muscles were milking my cock like she was kneading bread.  

I was beginning to get worried until she suddenly gasped in a tremendous breath.  And collapsed on my chest.

After a while I felt tears wetting my chest and I turned her face to mine.

"What's the problem, Julie?  Did I hurt you?"

"Oh God, Chris.  I'm so terrible.  You didn't cum.  But I tried so hard.  What's wrong with me?  Aren't I sexy enough for you?"

Can you believe women?  You fuck their brains out for two hours and then they worry they're not sexy!  Go figure!

I quietly explained to Julie about how long it takes me to come.  She asked me if I ever came.  I said I did.  She asked me if I had come with anyone at the camp.  I said I had.  She asked who.  I chided her for being indelicate with her questions, but she persisted.  I told her I didn't know, and why.

She was quiet a moment and then she grinned.

"You really like little girls, don't you."  It wasn't a question.  It was a statement.

"I like all kinds of girls," I protested.

"But especially the little ones.  Like the little campers.  Like me."  I was silent.  "And Janet...."

She let that last statement taper off.  I think I might have gotten away with denying it if my prick hadn't been still buried up to the hilt in her cunt.  But when she mentioned Janet's name, it twitched.  Best lie detector in the world.  

Her eyes widened.  "Does she know?"

"Know what?"

"How you feel about her."

"How do you know how I feel?" I asked her.

"Women know these things."

"Bullshit."

"OK.  It's in your eyes.  Your smile.  I mentioned her name, and you lit up like a little kid seeing the ice cream truck.  Plus I just about got whiplash when your cock jerked.  See, I told you, women know these things."

I groaned.  "I'm dead, aren't I."

"What do you mean?"

"She won't have anything to do with me if she finds out about the campers and the exams and this here today...."

"What makes you think she doesn't already know?"

"Huh?"

"Who do you think told me where you were going today?"

"I didn't think about it."  Now I did.  "Is she really OK with this?"

"I don't think she thought we were coming up here for a picnic.  She even gave me this."

She reached into her bag and started to hand me something.  Then she hesitated.  I held out my hand and she shyly handed it over.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that."

I looked at it.  It was a tube of KY jelly.  Anal lubricant.

I just about came right then.  Thinking about that virgin ass hole squeezing my stiff dork as I plunged in and out...

I jerked her off of me and laid her on the blanket beside me on her stomach.  She didn't resist.  But I did notice a small smile play across her lips as if to say "Gotcha!"

The jelly was in a squeeze tube and I poked it into her butt and forced some of the cool gel inside her rectum.  She shivered as she felt it slide into her and moaned deep in her throat, like an animalistic growl.  She moved cat-like into a crouch, her shoulders and head resting on the ground and her hips raised up in the air, weaving slightly back and forth, an inviting target.I gently probed her rosebud with my finger and it slipped readily in up to the second knuckle.  Julie moaned and moved back against my hand, forcing the rest of my finger in.  I wiggled my finger around a bit and then pulled it out.

"Oh, nooooo," she wailed.

I slipped two fingers into her back door and the wail turned into a moan of such animal lust that several animals in the immediate area went into heat.  I plunged them into her and held them there for several minutes as she ground her hips back onto my hand.  With my free hand I slicked up my now rampant cock.  I let her fuck herself on my hand for a while and then swiftly I switched my cock for my fingers in that virgin hole.

"Oh noo      EEEEEEEEE, oh God it so biiiig."

And that was just the head of it.  I let it set there for a minute, several, actually, until she grew accustomed to the size.  When I noticed her breathing stabilize and her hips grinding back towards me, I eased forward a little.  To my surprise, she sucked in the whole thing up to the hilt!

"Julie, are you sure this is your first time?"

"Yeah, I don't think I'd forget something like this."

"Good or bad?"

She was silent.  "Neither.  This is absolutely fantastic.  I haven't stopped cumming since you slid in.  It's like it belongs there, even though I know that's not right."

"Says who?  'Normal' people who only use it to shit with?"

Julie giggled.  And came.  

"Fuck me, Chris.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck my ass."

Julie began to urge me to begin moving with very vulgar words and actions.  She started whipping her head around and moving her ass in counterpoint.  I started to pull out a little bit.  Then plunged back in.

Julie squealed like stuck pig and went berserk.  If I hadn't had a firm hold on her hips she would have wiggled completely off the end of my cock.  As it was, the only way I could keep her under control was to stand up.  It wasn't hard, she weighed less than 100 lbs. and I simply leaned back and stood up.  That forced her completely down onto my prick, jamming it all the way in.  With her supported on my cock, I wrapped both arms around her thrashing body and held her while she writhed and wiggled and did all kinds of erotic sexy movements with her body.  When she would begin to settle down, I would torture her by lightly caressing her ultra sensitive nipples, sending her into even more convulsions.

I hadn't been paying much attention to my own state, but apparently her movements were too much for my cock.  Suddenly I felt it swell and begin to spurt sticky white juice into her dark tunnel.  This time it was my screams that echoed around the hidden valley.

We collapsed on the blanket, totally spent, listening to the fading echoes, relaxing in the afterglow of truly tremendous sex.  We were just beginning to nod off to sleep for a brief post-coital nap, when we heard raucous cheering and clapping coming up from the direction of the camp.

Julie and I looked at each other in disbelief and confusion.

"Nahhhhh.  Couldn't be......"

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Chapter 3 - The Skipper

Julie and I napped for about an hour after we stopped laughing.  There was a small stream nearby where we cleaned up.  Then we ate a light lunch and started back down the mountain.  It only took about 100 yards for Julie to realize that she was too sore from losing her anal virginity to make it back down the hill before darkness fell.  Nothing was broken, but her tiny hole was stretched and the tissues were bruised.  She bravely tried to go on, but it was obvious she was in too much pain.

We combined both our backpacks into mine and I picked her up in my arms.  She gave me a very unchaste thank-you kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck.  Fortunately, she was only about 100 lbs. or so, and I had no problem carrying her.  

There was an overgrown path that led from the abandoned mine down to the lake and I followed this down, even though this route was much less scenic than the one I took to get to the mine.

About 10 minutes into the descent, Julie had wiggled her body into such a position that my hand was directly supporting her compact little ass.  She kept her face buried in my chest with her eyes closed and I could feel her breathing speeding up.  Another wiggle or two of her delightful little ass and my thumb brushed along the damp slit up between her thighs.  Julie expelled her breath in a rush and groaned into my shirt.  I kept my thumb still for a few moments and then rubbed it a bit harder against her hot, humid crotch.  She shuddered and let out a small cry.  But her arms tightened around my neck and she pressed herself back against my marauding digit when I moved it away.

It wasn't intentional, on my part at least, but the edge of her shorts just kind of slipped out of the way, and suddenly my thumb sank into the hottest cunt on the mountainside.  Julie tipped back her head and screamed.  Loud.  Right in my ear.  We were far enough down the mountain that there weren't any echoes anymore, and it felt a little odd that she was the only one screaming without the mountains climaxing along with her.

After she finished cumming, she whimpered to herself, thrust her hips down on my thumb even farther, and laid her head back on my chest.  I took that as a sign that she liked it, so I kept my thumb in her pussy.  It actually made a good grip to hold her with.  I didn't try to give her a smooth ride down the hill, as I noticed that she seemed to react quite favorably to the jolts and bumps of walking down the rough path.  I didn't jump over any logs or anything, but I didn't avoid any obstacles either.  Julie came with regularity, about every quarter mile or so, announcing the event with an ear-shattering scream of ecstasy.

Walking into camp was like the ending scene from a Rocky movie.  The nearly deaf and very tired hero stumbling out of the jungle carrying the damsel in distress in his arms.  The rest of the campers and staffers were even waiting for us in two long lines like a gauntlet of succulent flesh.  It was a sight that made my prick forget it was tired.  Two of the staffers standing next to Janet took Julie from my arms at the head of the gauntlet.  She staggered when she tried to stand on her rubbery knees and I thought Janet was going to attack me right then.  She was certain I had hurt Julie or allowed some harm to come to her.  But before she could move, Julie bent and kissed the tip of my semi-hard prick through my shorts.  Looking up she gave me a wink and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" in the trademark line I had come to expect from my night time visitors.  Her smile, and a silent 'Thank You' directed at Janet reassured the administrator that she was OK.

Janet turned to me and gave me a look with her expressive baby blue eyes that I couldn't decipher.  There was relief that Julie was not harmed, just tired, but there was also a hurt look in there somewhere, but I didn't know why.

She was quiet and withdrawn at dinner and then that night there were no visitors for the first time since my arrival.  I was so tired, I didn't even miss them.  Much.  But carrying another person down a mountain is a lot of work, especially when there is a lot of wiggling and shouting going on.

I must have been asleep an hour or so when I suddenly woke up.  To the most heavenly feeling of my hard cock sliding down a tight, hot, wet throat.  All the way down.  With lots of suction and tongue action.  In a very determined manner.  Whoever it was meant business.

I must have groaned or moved or something, because the blow job stopped and I heard "Hi, sailor.  In town for long?"  With that, the mouth returned to its task.  I leaned back in the dark and enjoyed the wonderful feeling.

After a while I expected her to stop.  The only change she made, however, was to get more comfortable and straddle my torso.  If she had been a bit taller, or if she would have scooted back a bit, it would have been the classic '69' position.

I pulled on her hips to move her lower lips closer to my mouth, but she resisted.  

"You're going to come in my mouth, damit.  I need to get you all in."

"Use your hands on the lower shaft and just suck on the top.  It works just as good and you can pump with your fist better than your neck."

She tried it.  "Like that?"

"Oh yeah, Lady, just like that."

Of course, that let her move her ass within range of my mouth.  I dove into her hot steamy cunt with my tongue and returned the favors she had been bestowing on me for the last 30 minutes or so.  I immediately noticed something different.  No hair.  She was as completely bald as baby.  She must have just shaved it before she came in to visit me, too, because she was extremely smooth and smelled a little like baby lotion.  I tongued the shaved area around and above her cunt lips to show my appreciation of her haircut.  Then I centered on her clit with one finger in her fuck tunnel.  She groaned as her first orgasm flooded through her system a while later.  And a while later after that.  And again later.  

Finally, I felt that tingling in my balls that preceded my own orgasm.  I gave her a slight squeeze on her ass to let her know and she lunged down on my prick instead of pulling off, forcing my first explosion of thick seed to come deep in her throat. 

I groaned as I felt myself empty into her.  The second spasm forced even more sticky white fluid down the gullet of my mystery lover.  Then a third.  A final blast of cum juice and I felt the stiffness in my prick begin to subside.

My mystery lady again surprised me.  Instead of coming up for air, she began to suck me hard again right away.  Now, I've never had a problem getting it up more than once, but usually there just isn't time in the night or the desire on the part of my satiated partners.  Never an unsatisfied customer.  And, true to form, I rose to the challenge at hand, or mouth, in this case.

Coming up off my prick, she turned herself and settled herself back down over my prick, enclosing it in her tight cunt.  With a couple of sensuous wiggles she made herself comfortable.  Even in the dark I could tell she was smiling.  Almost smirking.  A real shit-eating grin.

"You really are amazing, sailor, you know?  You don't come in anyone's mouth very often, do you?"

I shook my head, forgetting it was dark.  But I'm glad it was, because I was blushing.  I didn't know how to tell her that that had been the first time I had ever had anyone last long enough so that I could come in their mouth.  It was my first complete blowjob and a great one at that. 

"Cat got your tongue, sailor?  Why so serious?"

I was silent.  It wasn't that her milking cunt was completely distracting me, -well, sort of - it was that I didn't trust myself to say anything.  I was afraid to say anything that might let me find out that this magnificent fucking machine setting on my cock wasn't the woman I fantasized about.  I mean, it was still a great fuck, and all, but I felt like I was making love with this mystery woman, and I wanted so bad for the two them, Janet and this incredible body, to be the same person.  But I was afraid to be disappointed.

"We need to talk."  I started to pull her off my prick.  She fought me off.

"Whoa!  I'm fine right here.  What's your problem?  Not getting enough pussy?" she said teasingly.

She was bordering on being downright flippant.  

"I need to know who you are.  Uh, I think I have feelings for you."

"How can you have you have feelings for me if you don't even know who I am?"

"Well, I think I know.  At least, I know who I want you to be."

"Oh."  She paused.  "And who would that be?"

"I can't say."

"Why?"

"Because if you, the most incredible body I have ever been with, are not who I want you to be, I would hurt you, and I don't want that.  Part of my feelings for you have to do with the things we do here, understand?  So I need you to tell me who you are. And it's not fair.  You know who I am.  That way, if you're not my dream girl, at least I can pretend you are and not hurt you."

"Gee, thanks."  She ground around on my cock for several minutes before continuing.  She may have climaxed, but she was so tight and her muscles so active normally, I may have missed it.  I wasn't touching her anywhere else and it was dark, so I couldn't tell for sure.

"I can't tell you, either.  Sorry."

"Why not?"

"There are 150 girls and women in this camp.  All of them horny, some of them are even fucking the trees.  If one woman was to claim as her own the only prick for a hundred miles around, there would be a riot.  A big riot.  Very messy.  It would be better if, during the time at camp, there weren't any sticky feelings around screwing up a good program.  Can you live with that?"

In a way, I was insulted.  I was just a prick to satisfy 150 cunts.  But the more I thought about it, the more excited I got.  I think she felt my response, because she started giggling.  I was going to have to stop having meaningful conversations with women when my cock was stuffed up inside them.  No way to lie.

"So I just supposed to be a big prick and fuck anything that crawls into bed with me?  And you're OK with that?  I think it's kind of sexist, myself."

"Liar."

"OK, so it does turn me on.  But what about my feelings?  Yours?  What about us?"

"I feel like you do."

"So tell me who you are!"

"No."

Nothing is more frustrating than a stubborn woman.  I tried another tactic.

"If you feel the same way, how can you let me fuck all those others?"  Ha!  Gotcha there!

She was silent and stopped moving for a long time.  "That was a low blow, sailor.  But if you want to know, it's better for you to fuck them with my knowledge than to do it behind my back.  And besides, it kind of excites me to think about you and all that young pussy."

"Do you really mean that?" I asked unbelievingly.

"You bet.  Because they will get to you, one way or another.  And then you would feel guilty and I would be hurt if I found out you had done it behind my back, and I find out everything that goes on in this camp.  Besides, it may even help some of them with their problems."  She started fucking me again.  "I've got to get going.  I've still got one to go after this."

I didn't know what she meant by that, but I had one or two more questions.  Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth.  "OK, I'll agree to stuff my feelings - for now, but I need two or three things from you.  One, I want to know who you are after we're done here at Camp Rah-Rah-Rah, and two, I have to call you something.  What do you want me to call you in here during your visits?  And three, are there any restrictions on who I can and cannot fuck here?"

She placed her hands on my chest and grabbed two handfuls of hair.  She didn't pull, but she let me know that she could.  A deep throaty laugh came up from her, starting just above where my cock ended.  "OK, I'll try to hold off until after camp.  And you can call me 'Skipper'.  That seems fitting.  OK, 'sailor'?  As to restrictions, any girl that comes here to this camp is old enough to fuck in my opinion.  Just don't force anyone."

Her laugh, the grip of her hands on my chest hair, the thought of all that young cunt being offered to me, and her request to call her 'Skipper' confirmed my deepest hopes and dreams.  It was Janet!  I knew it - I hoped.  She probably knew I knew it.  And I could still boff the campers with her blessing.

I blasted off inside her.  

It was so unexpected, it caught both of us by surprise.  I had only been hard for an hour or so.  She stretched her body out on top of mine and lay down with her head next to mine.  I could feel her stiff nipples grinding into my pectoral muscles as she snuggled in like a soft cat.  She didn't let me out of her tight pussy, though, and kept up a constant squeezing and milking action.

"The thought of all that underage pussy must really turn you on.  Or was it me?"

"It was you, Skipper," I answered and my cock didn't betray me for once.  Or maybe it really was the truth...

We lay there cuddling and kissing for a while, and she was like a little girl, licking all of her dried juices off of my face.  My beard tickled her tongue and she started a giggle fit.  It was one of the most erotic feelings I have ever experienced as her whole body got into the act.  Her diaphragm and pelvic muscles convulsed in the most pleasurable way imaginable and I got up to full stiffness.

My prodding member brought her back to her senses and suddenly she was quiet.  

"Good, you're hard again.  Now we can finish."

By now it was very late at night.  Only once before had I gone two rounds with a girl and then there had been four of them.  Never had I gone three rounds, but my pecker was sure up for it.

"What do you mean 'finish'?"  We've already done everything."

"Not quite."  As she said this she gently pressed a small tube into my hand.  I recognized the shape from a similar tube Julie had given me earlier in the day.  Anal lubricant.  I was going to have to order in a bigger supply if they were going to keep stealing it from the infirmary supplies.

She nudged me off the bed and I felt her kneeling down where I had been laying.  What little light there was gleamed off of a pair of pale white moons waving in the night.  I sat on the bed behind her.

"Skipper, have you done this before?"

"What kind of question is that?  That's none of your business."  She almost sounded indignant and might have pulled it off, but for her salacious position.

"No.  I just meant that this can be uncomfortable for someone as small as you..."

"...and as big as you?" she finished for me.  "Don't flatter yourself, sailor.  It'll fit.  And besides, Julie said you were very gentle with her on her first time.  I know you'll be careful with me..."

"...on your first time,"  I finished for her.  She didn't negate my statement.  "God, is there anything you women don't tell each other?"  I got no answer, but I realized Julie must have told Janet about our conversation on the mountainside and about my feelings for her.  That would explain her change of attitude after shunning me the evening before.

I spent several minutes preparing the target.  As it was dark, I had to do it all by feel, which was just fine by me.

The first thing I did was tenderize the target.  I don't usually like rough stuff, but the way she had been teasing me all night, and her refusal to tell me who she was got to me.  I lightly swatted her swaying cheeks with my open hand.  Not hard, but hard enough to turn that ivory skin a hot pink over time and enough swats and to make a loud SWACK!  Or at least it would have if I could have seen the colors.  I just used my imagination in the dark.

"Ooooww," she moaned.  But she didn't move.  "Have I been naughty, Daddy?" she asked in a seductive little girl voice.

I didn't know whether to play her game or not.  I decided not to.  "No, Skipper, and let's not play games until I know who you are.  I just decided to warm your backside before I butt fuck you.  Sometimes it helps to relax the muscles, if you know what I mean."

"Oh.  Well, I am pretty tense..." She let that hang there.

SMACK!  No sound.  SMACK!  Still no sound.  SMACK!  Still quiet.  I swung harder, and switched cheeks.  KA-SMACK!  A low groan.  I spanked her bottom several more times before I stopped and rubbed my hands over the soft smooth skin of her buttocks.  It was warm.  A trip to the exposed slit told me she was wet.  Sopping wet.

"Are you cumming from this?"

"Oooohhh, yessssss.  I didn't know I liked this, even though it hurts.  Or maybe it's just you.  God, I hope it's just that it's you.  You make me feel so hot.  Anything would make me get off."

"Shit, you should have told me it hurt.  I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

"Oh shut up, you big sissy.  It didn't hurt bad, it hurt good.  Now get busy.  We haven't got all night."  Which wasn't exactly true.  We did, and had used most of it up already.

She was really pushing me into this.  I slid the tip of the tube of lubricant into her tight puckered hole and squirted some jelly into her rectum.  The cool gel brought a moan and a shiver from the kneeling form, but she didn't move away.  She even shoved back on my finger as first one and then two fingers stretched the tight sphincter.

"It feels good, but funny, like I'm full or I have to take a shit.  But it doesn't hurt."

That last was for my benefit, I was sure.  I kept moving my fingers in and out until she really got into it.  I could feel her own hands busy on her clit and in her cunt, but she was starting to grunt and groan in time with my thrusts into her ass.

I slicked up my cock.  I debated whether or not to warn her.  I decided not to.  I kneeled up behind her, still frigging her ass with my two fingers.  I don't think she noticed, she was so far into what was happening to her ass.

I smoothly pulled out my fingers and replaced them with the head of my cock.

"oh.   OH!"  She stayed quiet for a minute.  "That's feels bigger that I thought it would."  Her voice was very quite, like she was exerting a lot of control not to scream in pain.  I grimaced into the darkness.  Pain was not my thing.  I liked little girls.

I held completely still, allowing her time to stretch.  I could hear little grunts and panting, like Lamaz breathing exercises.  I started to pull out.

"Stop, damn you!  Just give me a minute, OK?  This is something I have to do."  She didn't explain why.  But soon I felt her beginning to breathe easier and then to push back against me.  Unlike Julie, where I just slid in up to the hilt, I had to fight for every glorious quarter of an inch with this tight ass.  And it was a glorious fight into a glorious ass.

It took a while, but finally I was in up to the max.  We were both sweating profusely.  I leaned over her bent back and whispered in her ear.  "We can stop now.  I'm in you all the way."

"Don't you dare, chicken-shit.  You're going to finish in all three holes tonight, if I have to die doing it."

I suddenly realized what she was doing.  She was giving me a night so special, I would never forget it.  Anybody I fucked after this would just be ordinary sex.  If this truly was Janet I was buried in, it would explain her hurt look when I brought Julie back in that afternoon.  She and the whole camp had heard as I had climaxed inside Julie like I never had with the mystery lady.  In her own way she was telling me she was laying claim to me, putting her mark on me.

Well if she wanted it, who was I to refuse her?  I started to slowly pull out of her.  Just a couple of inches at first, and then I slid it back in.

"Ooophhhh!"  She was quite for several minutes.  "All right.  Do it again!"

I obeyed the Skipper.  I let it slip out of the super-tight canal, and then pushed steadily back in.  And again.  And again.  Slowly, she began to loosen up and her breathing deepened.  She started pushing back in counterpoint to my thrusts, pulling away when I pulled out, shoving back when I pushed forward.  I was almost coming all the way out to the rim around my cock head on each motion by now.  

Suddenly she raised up on both elbows and squeezed down tightly on my prick.  She was motionless for what seemed like several minutes and I held still behind her.

"AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEE!"  She shuddered on the end of my prick for a long time.  "God, I wouldn't have thought it possible...."

"What?" I asked after she didn't elaborate.

"I just had the most intense orgasm of my life and I got it from having a ten foot log shoved up my ass!  That's what!  Now do it for me again, sailor.  And that's an order!"

I did my best, and, with her willful cooperation, I did it to her again.  At least four more times.  It seemed she got more sensitive with each climax, never quite coming down from the last one before exploding into another one higher and harder than the one before.  I don't know how she hung on for the whole 2 hours or so we were locked into position like that, but she did.  She didn't quit or hold back.  If anything, she got greedier for the orgasms, pushing herself and me to greater and greater exertions.  

Finally, just as her fifth and biggest orgasm was sweeping over her, we both felt my cock swell in her shit chute and empty into her.  The feeling of my hot sticky spunk filling her sent her even higher and she fainted and collapsed on the bed, her mission accomplished.

My cock was still stuck in her and I had to follow her back down to the bed.  I gently rolled over onto my side and pulled her still hot body to me.  Slowly she came to as I toyed with her tight swollen breasts and she snuggled back into me.  We lay there for a while in utter bliss until we heard a scratching noise at my door.

"Psssst.  Uh, Ma'am.  Are you still there?  It's almost light."  I recognized the administrator's assistant, if not by her timing, then by her mousy voice.

"I'll be right there."  

She rolled away from me and I slipped out of her ass hole with a loud "POP!"  Then she farted.  I could almost see her blush.  She sat on the edge of the bed for a minute and then got up.  I started to get up to help her.  I also figured I'd be able to see her in the light from the hallway.

She pushed me back down.  "Nice try, sailor."  She got almost to the door when she stopped.  I thought she was in too much pain to go any farther, but instead she turned around and came back to the bed.

She lightly kissed me and said, "Almost forgot.  'Thank you, Mr. Mattson'," in that sexy little girl voice.  Then, "Goodnight, sailor.  And I do mean I had a GOOD night."

"Me, too.  Goodnight, Skipper."  Believe it or not, I was hard again from her saying that.  God, she was sexy!

I skipped my exercises that morning for the first time in years.

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Chapter 4 - The Assistant

I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast just in time to take my place at my appointed table after a hurried shower and shave.  Janet was not at her place.  I noticed the somber atmosphere of the girls around me and chalked it up to her absence - she really did light up the whole camp, and that was not just my biased opinion.  Breakfast went by quietly and then again, lunch.  By dinner Janet still hadn't shown up, and I was concerned.

But the quietness had a different cause, as I found out after dinner.  I was sitting under one of the huge old redwoods that populated the valley, watching the last of the light reflect off of the lake.  I heard light steps coming up from the direction of the camp and then a quiet soft voice.  I turned to look at one of the younger girls standing by my side.

"Mr. Mattson?"

"Yes?"

"May I sit down with you?"

"Sure!"

Instead of sitting on the ground as I expected, she pivoted and plopped her ass down in my lap.  She ground it around a couple of times and then looked up at me with those big innocent clear brown eyes.  Boy, can looks be deceiving!

"Are you feeling better today?"

I thought fast.  Why was I not feeling better yesterday?  Then I remembered that there were no visitors last night.  They must have told the girls that I was tired or not feeling well.  "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you.  Why?"

"Oh, good!" she gushed.  "It's my turn tonight and I was hoping you would be OK."  Suddenly she realized what she had said and blushed.

"What's your name?"

"Melody."

"Well, Melody, tonight when you come in, kiss me on my nose so I'll know it's you and we'll do something special.  OK?"

"But we don't have that much time to...."  She again blushed.

"We'll make time.  Thank you for your concern."  I kissed her on her forehead and helped her up, copping a satisfying feel of her tight little ass in the process.  She giggled and wiggled it against my palm and then impishly leaned over to give me a kiss back, pausing and holding herself bent over at the waist until I got a complete view of her 14 year old tits.  Or what there was of them.  When I sighed and grinned, she finished her kiss and stood up, giving me an instant replay on the way back up.

"Later, Mr. Mattson," she called.

I could hardly wait for later.  "Bye, Melody."

Later came as it always does.  Finally.  The bells rang and the camp quieted down.  The lights were out, but for some reason I couldn't sleep.  Anticipation, I guess.  I never realized how much I looked forward to all those tight pussies getting off on my prick each night.  A guy could get kind of used to this, you know?

But then the visits started, right on schedule.  The first couple of fucks were straightforward kiss, suck, fuck, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" jobs.  I did notice, however, that I was being used less and less as substitute for their boyfriends or fantasy lovers and that they were actually fucking my prick. And me.  In fact, I was only Daddy once that whole night.

Melody was the fifth girl.  I felt a kiss on my mouth that quickly moved up to my nose.  She even nipped it a little with her teeth, just to make sure I wouldn't miss the signal, I guess.  A girlish little giggle and she snuggled into the narrow cot beside me.  

"So what are we going to do?" she asked.

"Well, first, take off your nightshirt."

"Oh, Mr. Mattson, that would be naughty!  I would be naked," she gushed as she lay back down next to me after stripping off her nightshirt, her soft young bare skin on my skin.  They must teach speed stripping as a course here, with Julie as the instructor.

I let my hands roam over her tight young body, exciting both of us with little touches and pinches and probes.  Her tits were what you would call perky.  Just beginning to develop, they were slight mounds topped by hard kernels of nipples.  They were at that painful stage where they always itched or ached, so I was particularly gentle with them.  As it was, her nipples were so hard and sensitive she came just from my gentle explorations.  I also found a bald pussy, not the first one I had noticed that night.  She shuddered again as I toyed with her lower nub between her cunt lips.  She was biting my arm to keep quiet and I knew I was going to have a hickey the next day.

"Melody, straddle my chest like you were going to get on my prick, but face the other way."

She did so quickly and quietly, her breathing rapid, but steady.  These kids recuperate much faster than us old folks.

"Now slide back this way."  I pulled on her hips to move her towards my head - and mouth.  She was still sitting straight up.  I lifted her hips gently and lowered her cunt down on my mouth.

"OH!  OH!  OH!  OH!  Mr. Mattson! What are you doing?  Oh, it feels so good!  OH!  OH!  OH!    Yessssss!  Nobody has ever done that before.  OH!  SSSsssshhhhiiiitttt!  Don't Stop.  AAARRrrrggggghhhh!"

Several hissing and shushing noises came from the hallway.  There really was a line outside my door.  If that's never happened to you, you have no idea what that will do for your ego.  Mine sure felt healthy.

Melody kind of fell forward and gagged herself by swallowing my stiff prick.  But her hips never stopped wiggling against my nose and chin, urging my tongue to greater depths inside her.  I obliged to the best of my ability, which was considerable.  She finally shuddered and collapsed on my abdomen, breathing heavily.  I could feel the two knots of her nipples pressing on my stomach.

When she started to come around, I lifted her small frame and flipped her around so she was lying on my stomach on her back.  I slip her down until my prick head was butting up against her cunt lips.  Automatically, she reached down and guided it into the tight opening.  She took over from there, sensing what I wanted.  She slid down its length and began to fuck herself with my hard cock.  There wasn't as much contact with her clit in this position, but it did hit the G-spot better.  I reached down and found her excited clit.  I pinched it lightly between my thumb and forefinger and urged her to reach her climax.

When she came, she twisted almost all the way around and kissed me hard, stifling her screams into my mouth.  She tasted her own juice on my lips and she came again.  

"So that's what I taste like."

"You taste good.  I liked it.  And I liked what we did, too."

"Me, too."  She pulled herself off the bed.  She leaned over and lightly kissed me.  "Thank you, Mr. Mattson.  Thank you very much!"

She was headed out the door when I whispered to her.

"Melody!"

She turned back to me.

I reached up and found her nose.  I rubbed it gently.  "Let's keep it our little secret, right?"

You would have thought I had just given her a million dollars.  In some ways, I suppose a genuine secret is worth that much in self esteem to a shy developing 14 year old girl.  Her kiss that time was not so light and almost started us off again.  If it hadn't been for the impatient girls in the hallway, I just might have fucked her again.  But she would be back another night.

I heard considerable whispering and discussions as the rest of the visitors tried to find out what happened with Melody.  She became something of a celebrity the next couple of days and I prepared myself to make an explanation to the Skipper when she showed up later that night.

I had not seen Janet all day and I had been refused access to her, unless it was an emergency.  A lonely heart didn't qualify, so I had had to suffer through the day without her.  But I knew she was going to come in later.  She hadn't missed a night.

But a half-hour passed after the last girl had gotten herself off on my stiff member, then an hour.  Finally, I heard the door creep open. 

"Uh, Mr. Mattson?"

My heart sank, but not my prick.  It was the assistant.

"Yes?"

She shuffled closer to the bed in the dark.  "Uh, I was told to tell you that 'The Skipper can't make it tonight.'  She said she was sorry, and something about it was her fault for trying to swallow 'a ten foot log.'  She said you would understand.  Do you?"

I did.  Her ass was sore.  Very sore.  Served the greedy lady right.  "Is she all right?"  I was concerned.

"I think she's just sore.  She didn't sit down all day and she has to lay on her stomach to sleep."  She giggled.  "She called you 'an insatiable satyr'.  From her, that's a compliment."

"But she's OK?"

"Yes, but she won't be here tonight."  Her message done, I thought she would leave.  While not unattractive, she just didn't seem the type to hang around.  For whatever.  But she didn't leave.  She kind of stood there and shuffled her feet.

"Was there anything else?," I asked her.

"Well, I was wondering, uh, since, you know, since, well, you know, well, since she's not, you know, like, well..."

"Would you like to take her place, Sandra?"

"Oh yes!  Could I?  You wouldn't mind?  I really would like to, if it were all right with you.   That's what I want.  I want to take her place."

"In my heart or on my prick?"

"Oh!  On your thing, silly."  I expected her to move, but she just stood there.

"Well?"

"Uh, don't laugh at me, but I, uh, don't actually know what to do."

"You've never done it before?"

"Oh, yes.  I started in high school and a then did it a couple of times in college.  And I'm mar...."  She stopped herself short.  Then went on.  "But I've never, well, I've always just kind of been there for the guy.  They always did everything.  I don't know what to do to make it good for me.  Everybody says you'll help me."

I smiled in the dark at her honesty.  I forgave her all her interruptions and swore to make this a good time for her.

"You could start by sitting down."  I patted the cot so she could hear where to sit in the dark.  She sat.  "Now take off your night shirt and sandals."  She shivered in the cool night air.  I touched her lightly on her side, just above her hip.  She jumped out of her skin.  So much for a safe place to touch a skittish woman.  "Now, what do you want to do?"

She was quiet.  Then I felt her hand sliding around my stomach gradually moving down.  She bumped into my hard meat much earlier than she anticipated and she kind of gasped.  Her hand pulled away and then found it again, this time on purpose. 

"Oh, my!  It's bigger than I thought."  She played with it gently, stroking it up and down, then becoming more and more urgent until I cried out in pain.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  Let me kiss it."  Before either of us realized what she was doing, she had my rod in her mouth.  It was obvious she had not done this very much, if at all, but her enthusiasm was arousing.  She just about rubbed it raw with her teeth until I got her to cover her teeth with her upper lip and put her tongue underneath.  She also got the head down her throat part way without gagging.  She kept coming up and asking if she was doing it right.  She tried so hard, and, by the time she was tired, was getting to be a pretty good cocksucker, too.  I told her that, and I could feel the heat from her blush.

She lifted her head up from my cock and stretched out next to me on the cot, never letting go of my prick with her hand.  But now she held it gently and caressed it like a lover.

I felt her looking up at me.  I tipped my head towards hers and our lips met.

"Do all men taste like you do?"

I laughed.  "Only men who have had twenty or so girls sitting on their pricks in one night!"  

"Oh."  Silence  "I liked it.  Does that mean I like girls?"

That was a loaded question.  I changed the subject.  "What would you like me to do for you next?"

She caught her breath.  The big question.  Decision time.  In a shy voice she asked, "Would you make love to me?  Show me what to do?  I want to do something, but I don't know what or how."

I rolled over so I was on top of her.  Kissed her lips.  Then her eyes.  Then her ears.  I spent a long time just caressing her and kissing her.  I felt the tears rolling down her cheeks and licked them away.  She cried some more.  I drew my lips along her neck, down along her jugular vein into the depression at the base of her neck.  I buried my face there and traced gentle designs with my tongue on that sensitive area.  Then I did the other side.

She had stuffed one of her hands in her mouth to muffle her screams.  This poor woman was so tense she was orgasming already and I wasn't even to her tits.  I avoided those for now and concentrated on her long smooth arms.  Each finger received a lingering kiss with special attention paid to the palms of her hands.  She was now sobbing, jerking around on the cot under me.  I was afraid what would happen when I started on her breasts, so I flipped her over on her stomach.  The sudden move surprised her until I ran my tongue down the length of her back.  She screamed into the pillow, beating her fists into the mattress.  She would have kicked her feet but I was sitting on them.

I decided what this woman needed was a massage.  I happened to know how to give two kinds of massages, both erotic.  One was good, the other very good.  I didn't think she would last if I gave her a very good one, which included the anal areas I didn't think she was ready for.  Yet.  So I started on a sensual back rub that had the effect of calming her down.  Apparently this was something she could deal with, something she knew.  Her breathing returned to normal as I worked my way down her back.  And reached her buttocks.  

My rod had been resting on the crease between those cheeks for most of the massage, but she didn't seem to have noticed.  As I began to rub and move the deep muscles in her ass, her breathing began to get ragged again.  I did her butt, then moved down her one leg then back up the other.  I did spend extra time on her feet and toes and was rewarded with another orgasm, but a slower, gentler one this time.  It felt like she almost enjoyed that one.

I moved up the side of the bed and quickly flipped her over.  It wasn't like a kung fu thing, but it happened before she was aware of it.  I started to massage her upper chest and shoulders, still avoiding her breasts.  She noticed, because she started to thrust them up at my hands, brushing them against my wrists as I worked higher up.  She began to grunt and pant in an animalistic way, writhing on the bed in the ancient movements of sex and seduction.  

"Oh, God.  What are you doing to me?  I've never felt this way before.  I want you to touch me, squeeze me hard, play with my boobies.  Please...Please...Please," she pleaded.  

I gently captured her swollen dancing nipples in the cracks between my fingers as I palmed her entire breasts.  I applied pressure gently as I squeezed my fingers together over those soft mounds.  I had always thought of the assistant as mousy, an ordinary, plain girl.  From the way she dressed and walked, I imagined small, saggy tits and the same for her bottom, kind of flat and droopy.  Boy, was I wrong!  She was just a beautiful girl with a poor self-image.  Because the guys in her life didn't know how to make her feel special, she didn't think she was.  Jerks.  All of them.  I may have my own quirks and kinks, but at least I made each person feel special.  Not like some kind of jerk-off bag to squirt sperm into.

Her tits were a bit larger than I like, about the size of large oranges, and softer.  But they felt terrific.  I told her so and she started crying again.  I continued down her body, describing each rib, each smooth curve of her trim body in the most erotic language I could think of.  When I got to her mons, there was no hair.

"Is this for me?" I asked her, indicating her shaved mound.

"Yes.  Most of the girls are shaved now.  For you.  Do you like it?  I hope so.  I haven't felt this naked since I was 12."

"It's beautiful.  Lovely, so smooth, so kissable."  I proceeded to do just that, and she squealed a bit.  The aromas coming from between her legs told me she had really been enjoying herself, and that I would have to change the sheets before getting any sleep tonight.  But I didn't mind.  I kissed a little lower.  Her legs parted automatically, and she brought her knees up to her chest, spreading her cuntlips wide open.  I frenched them.  She arched her back to force more of herself into my mouth, forcing her cunt hard on my lips.  I grabbed onto her legs to hold her there, and feasted on the delectable nectar she was producing in quantity.  I could hear her sobbing softly, but I didn't stop until she went limp in my arms.  I laid her gently out on the bed and lay down beside her still form.

She rested quietly for a while.  She wasn't unconscious because her hand drew little designs in my chest hair.  

"Thank you, Chris, uh, Mr. Mattson.  Thank you."

"You're welcome, but is that all you want?"

"There's more?"

"If you want, yes.  But it's OK to stop now.  I'm fine.  Only if you want."

Her hand seized the hairs on my chest and pulled a few.  Ouch!

"I want more.  I want to feel the 'big one.'  Please.  Now!"

I laughed and gently kissed her forehead.  Then I kissed her lips and she tasted herself, probably for the first time.  "Ummmm.  Good!  Is that really me?" she whispered.

I rolled her on top of me and helped her sit up.  I cupped her swaying tits in my hands and held them firmly, the nipples rubbing into my palms. There was no sag in them at all.  She began rutting on my stomach.

"What do I do now?," she asked timidly.

"Move back down a little."  Her old boyfriends really were jerks.

She slipped down and bumped into my cock.  She gasped as it bored a little into her ass hole.  She automatically raised up a little to slide over it, but as she passed over the head it slipped up inside her hot box.  She froze.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm scared.  It's always hurt before or I've been disappointed."

"It always hurts the first time.  But that's over now.  And it wasn't your fault you were disappointed.  Blame your taste in men, maybe, but other than that, it was all their fault you weren't satisfied.  Go ahead.  Just let it slip inside you.  We'll go slow and make sure it doesn't hurt and that you like it.  OK?"

For an answer she let a bit more slip in.  Before I could say anything, she grunted, and forced a little bit more.  To me, it didn't seem that she was that tight, given the young pussies and tight ass holes I had been dipped into in the last few days, but it must have felt like she was splitting in two to her.  She didn't cry out, but it was an effort on her part to get each inch of me into her.  But she did.  And suddenly, it was like a switch went off in her head.

Suddenly she was the all-American cheerleader.  The cheers started out clean enough, like the old:

Push 'em back
Push 'em back,
Harder
Harder, 

and the one that goes:

Do it again
Do it again
We like it 
We like it.

They started out, like I said, clean and somewhat quiet.  But after her first climax riding in the saddle, she got loud. And dirty.

Between cheers of: 

Push it in 
Push it in 
Harder 
harder  

and 

Give me an 'F'
Give me a 'U'
Give me a 'C'
Give me a 'K'
Fuck me!, Fuck me!, Fuck me!,

I was beginning to hear peals of laughter coming from outside my window.  My companion either didn't know or didn't care.  Her yells got raunchier and louder with each climax, and she had quite a few.  Her hips never stopped swirling and thrusting, rubbing her clit on both the up and down strokes.  With and between each orgasm, I swear I could actually feel her cunt muscles tightening up.  I guess the old saying about 'use it or loose it' was true in this case.  

She finally shrieked and collapsed to a thunderous round of applause and laughter, not at her, but at the situation.  Two of the staff came in and carried her away, back to her room, both very solicitous of her.  They both asked if I needed them to come back and help with any unfinished business, but I was already asleep, a big grin on my face. 

I think I had finally answered her loaded question if she liked girls or not.  Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, but she most definitely liked men, too, and that was what was important.  To me, anyway.

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Chapter 5 - The Canoe

Janet was at breakfast the next morning.  She smiled a shy greeting at me and I noticed she sat down very slowly and gently.  I grinned back at her and she noticed me watching her sit.  She blushed a beautiful shade of pink, then got up her nerve and blew me a kiss across the room.  I don't think any of the campers noticed it, but a couple of the staffers grinned knowingly in my direction.

I got a call to come up to Janet's office for a 10:10 staff meeting that morning.  I thought the time was odd, but she was a busy woman, and she had to make up for lost time the day before.  I cleaned up for the staff meeting, and got there on time.  Walking in to the outer office, I didn't see anyone.  I went on into the conference room.

Sandra, the mousy assistant, was mousy no more.  She stood there in the room, leaning up against the table.  Her hair wasn't in a bun, but hung in sexy waves around her face and over her shoulders.  She was wearing makeup, just a touch, to emphasize her lips and eyes.  But that wasn't the big change.  It was what she was wearing.  Or wasn't wearing.

Gone were the tweeds and pantsuits, the efficient business clothes.  This morning she was wearing a half-T that was about two sizes too small.  And no bra.  The bottom edge of the short shirt showed most of her large soft tits that jiggled with each breath she took.  And she was breathing fast.

She was also wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts that were high cut on each hip and made of a slippery nylon fabric.  Even though they were loose, they clung to her body like paint.  It was obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear and that she was damp in the crotch.

She let me gaze at her for a moment, grinning and blushing at the visible effect she was having on me.  The right leg of my shorts was bulging out and suddenly became too short to cover all my parts.  Sandra licked her lips when she saw the large purple head pop out into the daylight.

She had apparently not yet taken the speed-stripping course at the camp yet, because she simply launched herself at me from her position at the conference table.  Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.  She didn't say a thing.  She just kissed me real hard several times, and then just held on.  Tight.  Waiting.

What was I to do?  I struggled to get my shorts down and free the monster that had grown in my pants leg.  She helped me by wiggling around.  She wouldn't let go of my waist with her legs, however, and I was wondering how I was going to get into her pussy, when the situation kind of took care of itself.  Her loose shorts slipped to the side and suddenly she was crying in joy as she felt it slide easily into her cunt.  She was even tighter than last night.  With the workout she had had last night and now again this morning, I felt sure her cunt muscles would be sore.  But she didn't seem to mind.  I looked down at her face and her eyes were screwed tightly shut.  She was totally focused on this fuck.

She was a little heavier than some of the petite little girls and women I had had ride my cock like that so I turned her around and eased my butt onto the conference table and supported our weight by leaning against it.  It also provided her with a more stable platform for her increasingly wild screwing motions.  It was when I looked up from watching her tits bounce and her face contort that my prick jerked and almost unsaddled the morphed assistant.

Janet was standing just inside the door watching us fuck.  My eyes widened in surprise when I saw her, but then she gave me a smile that let me know it was OK to keep going.  In fact, she gave her own tiny breasts a squeeze through her tight top with one hand and caressed her cunt through her shorts with the other as she stood there watching.  I just about came when she seductively licked her lips with that tiny pink tongue, running it around her lips two or three times.  I remembered what it felt like on my prick and a shiver went down my back.  

Then I just about started laughing.  Here I was, fucking a beautiful woman who I had just helped, I hoped, the night before to get over a self image problem, while at the same time fantasizing about another woman's mouth on my cock.  I didn't think it would help Sandra's image if I laughed, or if she found out what I was thinking, so I made a face at Janet to let her know I knew what she was doing.  She grinned wickedly and stopped fondling herself.  She didn't stop watching.

"Uh, Sandra,."

"Call me Sandi.  I don't feel like a Sandra anymore.  Sandra didn't get fucked enough.  Sandi is going to get fucked a whole lot.  I feel like a Sandi," she interrupted me.

"OK, Sandi," I replied.  "What time is the meeting?  The real staff meeting."

"10:30.  I hope I left us enough time.  I wanted you to be early.  What took you so fucking long to get here?" She paused.  "God, I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me.  Having your cock in my cunny just does something to me, you know?"

"Don't apologize, Sandi.  It feels good being inside you.  But do you think it's fair to the others to have 'special' meetings like this?"

A bit of Sandra came back.  "Fair?  Fair?  Do you think it's fair that all the other girls get all the attention, that they get picked for the pep squads?  All I ever wanted to be was one of them, but..." She tapered off and buried her head in my chest.

I kissed the top of her head.  I knew what she was going to say, so I finished for her.  ".but you never tried out, did you."

She sobbed, and shook her head.  "I knew I wasn't good enough."

I reached down and grabbed her chin and lifted her head up.  "And now.?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me.  I saw a fire burning in them.  She stopped crying.  And she never stopped rotating her hips around on my cock.  "From now on, I'm going to go after what I want.  Like this." She indicated my hard prick by squeezing it with her internal muscles.  "And if that isn't fair, tough shit.  They can make their own arrangements."

I smiled.  Janet smiled.  I kissed Sandi's forehead.  "Good girl," I said.  Then I leaned down and whispered to her.  "If you want me to come early, just ask.  I will do anything I can for you.  OK?"

"Oh, Chris!  Thank you!  OH!  I'm cominnnnnnngggg." Sandi clung to me like a leech on a cock.  I could feel her cunt actually sucking me deeper into her body.  She shuddered and throbbed on my rampant cock for several minutes and then lifted herself off my tall member.

"Thank you, Mr. Mattson." She leaned down and cleaned my cock with her tongue and mouth, even sucking my balls clean.  Three times.  She only jumped slightly when she felt Janet's tongue cleaning the insides of her thighs.  But the groans she made with her mouth around my prick just about set me off.  Janet was hampered by Sandi's shorts, but it was obvious that both of them enjoyed what was happening.  And that it would happen again, later.  Without the shorts.

Sandi paused in her cleaning efforts and looked up at me with a question in her eyes.  I could see the first edges of doubt about her sexuality creeping back in.  

"Both.  It's perfectly normal to like both, Sandi.  You're an attractive woman.  To both men and women.  Enjoy it.  And if you find you like it, go for it, like you just did with me."

Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had.  She had learned a lot in the last day or two.  When she stuck a finger up my ass and massaged my prostate gland, I surprised all three of us and filled her mouth with a bucket of cum.  She didn't waste a drop and only had to share with Janet because Janet immediately kissed her hard on the mouth and stuck her tongue in to get some of my gism.  They dueled at length before Janet pulled back and sighed.

"Think we can cancel the staff meeting, Sandi?"

Sandi groaned.  "They're already on their way.  We'll have to straighten up, Miss Crandell."

"Why, Sandi!  How can you call me `Miss Crandell,' when I'm standing here with your pussy juice on my face?  Call me Janet, OK?"

The two women hugged.  I was forgotten, my semi-stiff cock still hanging out of my shorts.

"And you," Janet said to me, "put that thing away.  It's caused enough 'trouble' for now."

The staff meeting was anti-climatic.  Although a couple of the staffers with sensitive olfactory senses did sniff the air and give me a queer look.  Apparently the pungent aroma of Sandi's secretions were still detectable.  

The rest of the day passed.  I would like to say without incident, but during the morning the intimate fondling and feels by the staff became a bit more insistent and frenzied.  I was in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day.  The engorged head of my cock was clearly visible and on open display below the cuff of my shorts.  Along with several inches of shaft.  The staffers made sure my one pants leg was rolled up as far as it could go.  Julie even slipped her tiny fingers under the rolled up cuff and pulled out a testicle.  I tried to shift it back in under cover, but after each of the next ones did the same thing, I gave up.  Some thing was up and they wanted it hanging out.  Who was I to fight it, anyway?  

Then the campers started coming up to me.  They seemed kind of shy at first, but didn't seem to mind that I was hanging out for them to see.  In fact, several of them copied the example of their leaders and began fondling and feeling it when they came up to ask me a question.  Or whenever they happened to pass within arm's reach, or could find some excuse to sit and grind on my lap.

I was puzzled about what was going on.  I noticed the campers were younger, but I figured the older girls all had a class or something.  The innocent faces of the little teenagers enflamed me and I was getting desperate to fuck something.  Just when things would be ready to get out of hand, one of the staff would come over and take me firmly in hand.  It didn't make me any less horny, but I understood that any fucking to be done today was at their discretion, not mine.  

It didn't help that Janet stayed in my line of vision the whole time, but never let me get close to her.  She never touched me.  She just watched the whole teasing process with an amused grin on her face.  Several times during the day I swear she told some of the younger campers to come over and `torment' me in some particularly soft way or another.  It was hard not to plow those tight cunts when they had me firmly in the grasp of their small hands and looked up at me with those delightfully devilishly smiling eyes and asked me the most mundane question imaginable.  I was in heaven and hell at the same time, and I think Janet knew it.

And then it stopped.  Like a light going off.  Right after lunch.  The girls would come right up to me, stand a smidgen away and not touch.  Time after time.  I wasn't sure which was more exciting: The touching or the tantalizing.  It didn't make any difference to me.  I was as hard as a rock, regardless.  I was beginning to love these little sex games they were playing, that Janet was directing.  It kept everything on a friendly level with everyone knowing what was going on, and no one got their feelings hurt.

I knew all secrets had been ripped wide open when the first girl that night kissed me on my nose and said, "I want what Melody got," and then stripped and sat on my face.  So did the second girl and the third.  But this type of service took longer and it was getting late.  The last several of the nocturnal visitors began coming into my room in pairs.  One would sit on my face, the other would climb onto my cock.  Some of them even began kissing and fondling each other while I was servicing them.  I'm sure a lot of activities continued on back in the dormitory later on that night.  And when they were all done, the Skipper visited me.

She slipped in and was naked in my arms before I heard her.  She was just suddenly there and, at first I thought it was a dream.  But dreams don't feel that good, and this felt tremendous.  We kissed and I tasted a new flavor.

"I see you had another meeting with Sandi, Skipper."

"Uh-huh.  I thought she need a good chewing out." She laughed.  "She didn't seem too upset about it, though."

"Did she do you, too?"

"No, not yet.  I don't think she's ready for that.  Yet.  She really is a fast learner, you know."

I was silent.  "Next time, can I watch?"

I caught a jab in the ribs.  "Would that turn you on, sailor?"

"Just imagining the two of you making love to each other gets me hard." I hugged her to me tighter.  "Thinking of you makes me even harder, though." I thought about how sore she must have been after our last bout.  "What would you like to do tonight?  Or do you just want to cuddle?"

"Cuddle?  That's for wimps.  Unless you can't get it up, sailor.  Then I'll just go back to Sandi.  She may be ready by now." She was teasing, as she was lying directly on my rock hard cock.  It must have been giving her a stomachache, it was prodding her so hard.

"So what's your pleasure, Ma'am?" 

She leaned down and kissed my chin.  "I want it up my ass," she said finally in a quiet, but firm voice.  "It hurt like hell last time, but I loved it, too.  I'm going to learn how to relax like Julie told me and take that monster all the way up there.  And love every fucking inch.  Do you mind taking me back there?"

Did I mind?  She was offering me the finest ass I had ever fucked, and she wanted to know if I minded?  Did she think I was crazy?  Hell, no, I didn't mind.  But I didn't want to appear too anxious.

"Umm, you're sure about this?  I'd hate to hurt you again.  You don't have to do this for me.  I just want you.  Just you, anyway."

She lifted herself up and positioned her asshole over the tip of my cock.  She lowered herself gingerly down until about three inches were inside her.  She had pre-lubed her ass with enough gel so that some of it leaked out and ran down the exposed shaft of my cock, preparing it for deeper penetration.  With a determined grunt she took the rest of my throbbing prick deep up inside her rectal recesses.

"Was that better?"

"Hey, it's always good for me.  Was it better for you?"

"Oh, God!  Yesssssss.  Can't you feel it?  I can't stop the spasms.  They just ripple through me, one after the other.  They start at my shitter and go to my toes and fingers and the tips of my nipples.  My hair feels funny, too, like it's alive.  God, I love this.  Almost as much as in my cunt.  In some ways, more, too.  It's different, like.  And it doesn't hurt now, either."

She still hadn't moved.  "Pull up a little and then slide back down, Skipper.  Fuck yourself in the ass."  She did, and I slipped my hand under her open and empty pussy.  I let her impale herself on my extended middle finger as she slid back down my shaft.  With my thumb I found and pressed on her clit.  She went wild.  I thought my finger would break she was squeezing it so hard.  She was laughing, sobbing, yelling, blubbering and so on all at once.  Until her system finally spent itself of all her built up tension and she relaxed on my chest.

"Sailor?"

"What, Skipper?"

"Watching all those girls tease you all day really turned me on.  I didn't realize how much."

"Do you think it was a good idea with the girls?  In broad daylight and all?  I mean, what about the exposure?  Suppose one of them had been shocked?"

"Hey, none of those little girls had ever seen a real prick before.  They were curious and had asked me what a man's thing was like, was it hard or soft, hot, sticky, and so on.  I just thought I'd let them have a chance to see a real good one."

"You mean that those girls were all virgins?"  I thought back to how young they all had seemed to be.  And so curious and eager and...  She giggled as my prick seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her ass.  

"Well, they are virgins for now.  Who knows if they will still be intact by the end of camp." She slid up and down a bit on my cock.  "But before you get to do any them, I have one more chore for you to take care of.  If you're up for it, so to speak."

"Your cunt?" I asked, hopefully.

"Well, that, too, but I didn't think that was a chore, you bastard!" She pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in mock anger.  "No.  I need you to 'fix' one of the staff.  Diane.  I don't know what's wrong with her."

I tried to picture Diane in my mind.  All I got was a faceless outgoing blonde with high thrusting knockers.  I had heard comments about a silicone job, but something didn't quite match up with her personality and a boob job.  I also didn't recall her being one of the active participants of my torture earlier that day.  Or of her coming in for an exam earlier.  She was always friendly enough, cheerful, outgoing, well spoken.  But not horny?  Give me a break.  She was either tremendously self disciplined or had a wire loose somewhere.

The Skipper was continuing, "I want you to spend some time with her.  As much as you need.  I would suggest a canoe trip across the lake, if you don't mind my suggestion."

"Let's get this straight.  You're all right with this?" I asked, still not believing my luck or this woman's attitude.

"Sailor?  Do you love me?" she asked me quietly.

"Yes," I answered immediately.  I didn't have to think about it.  It was true.

"Then, I'm all right with it.  Do what ever it takes to make her happy, short of a commitment," she instructed.  "But first, roll me over and fuck my ass off, will you, sailor?"

Always obey the skipper, my training manual said.  So I did.

The next day after lunch I wandered down to the docks to find Diane waiting for me with a backpack.  A canoe had already been loaded with food and a sleeping bag.  Just one bag.  Diane stared at me hard and with a bit of a look of distaste or loathing when she saw the single bag, but she said nothing.  In fact, she actually sounded cheerful and would have fooled me, but I had seen that peculiar something in her eyes.  We loaded the rest of our gear in the canoe and took off across the glassy lake.

About a mile into the trip, we both began to work up a sweat.  We took a break and removed our sweatshirts.  That left me bare-chested and Diane in the tiniest bikini top I had ever seen.  She sure wasn't shy about showing her body!  She was extremely fair, as some blondes are, and I leaned forward to rub sunscreen on her shoulders.  As I touched her, I felt a twitch or a shudder, as if she reflexively wanted to pull away.  Then she relaxed, looked over her shoulder at me and gave me such a smoldering look that I would have jumped her right then if it hadn't been that all the pieces didn't fit right.  I grinned back at her, finished applying the sunscreen and indicated the far shore.  I swear she looked puzzled that I hadn't done anything.  

We got to the far shore and found a beach in a nice clearing.  We pulled the boat up, unloaded our gear and set up a small camp.  I left the sleeping bag in the boat.  When that was done, I unrolled a towel on the beach, stripped to my bathing suit and called over my shoulder as I dove into the cool water, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

She responded to the childish dare.  She stripped off her shorts and joined me in the water.  I don't know if it was intentional on her part or not, but her suit was not meant for water.  It was white and flimsy and turned almost transparent when it got wet, exposing her charms to anyone who looked.  But I didn't.  OK, I tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not look at a nearly naked woman playing in the water with you?  I tried to studiously force myself to look directly into her eyes when I looked at her.  But it was hard.  I had thought her bikini top was small.  Her bottoms almost didn't exist.  They were essentially a string around her waist and a second string through her crotch with a wide patch of thin cloth in the front.  That was working itself farther and farther between her cuntlips as we jumped and splashed in the cool water.  She was as good as totally naked. 

It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take her up on her blatant offers for contact and, I knew, sex.  Somehow, I knew I had to make her ask for it.  Beg for it.  Otherwise she would consider me just another aggressive male.

When we got out of the water, I collapsed on my towel in the sand and lay there soaking up the warm sun.  I had my head turned away from her, but I could tell by the shuffling and rearranging that she was surprised we were not doing the dirty deed.  I grinned to myself.  It was like a game.

I don't know how long we lay there, but it suddenly got very dark.  And wet.  A storm had blown in over the lake and was sitting right on top of us.  Our backpacks were waterproof and everything else but the towels and us were undercover, but we were getting soaked.  I know we had just been in the water, but somehow this was wetter.

I went over to the canoe and called to Diane.  I tipped the canoe over and pushed her under it, then crawled in behind her.  It was quite roomy underneath, but there was no way we could lay there without touching each other.  I spread the bench cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag as a pillow for our heads.  We lay down side by side on the makeshift bed and prepared to wait out the storm.  

It didn't stop.  It was finally too dark to go back that night.  We were stranded for the night at the other end of the lake.  

I think we finally got tired of not talking.  I know Diane was not a normally quiet person, and I have been known to talk as well, on occasion.  I think it may have started when she finally stopped avoiding me and put her arm up around my neck.  It wasn't in passion, but for comfort.  I grinned at her and leaned back and closed my eyes.  I think that was when she started talking.  I think she asked me why I hadn't done anything to her.  She knew what was going on at camp, even encouraged her girls to take advantage of their scheduled visits.  So why had I not tried anything with her?

I had to think about that one.  I told her I got a sense that she really didn't want me to do anything, that she wouldn't have enjoyed it.  She may have expected it, she may have even accepted my advances out of a sense of duty or obligation to someone or to me, but I didn't think she really wanted to have sex.  Or any contact, for that matter.

Why do they always cry?  At least I knew I was on the right track when I felt the salty drops falling on my arm.  But I had no idea how screwed up this young woman was.  Her story was simple, but devastating.

As a little girl, she had always wanted to be a cheerleader.  Her mother, herself a beautiful woman, had been a cheerleader in high school and had then gotten married early and had Diane.  As Diane developed into the gorgeous creature she was, her mother encouraged her and helped her as much as possible.  Except for two things.  

The first was that, for some reason, Diane's mother was convinced that nipples showing through her clothing was in extremely bad taste and worse, wicked.  So as soon as Diane began to develop nipples her mother would put tape on them before the games so they wouldn't show.  As Diane got older and her nipples more prominent, she began using heavier and heavier tape, which not only caused Diane considerable embarrassment, but was painful to remove.  And it wasn't always successful.  One night, after a particularly rousing cheer, the dreaded nipples popped through the tape.  Diane's mother and father had attended that game.  Both of them came onto the basketball court and dragged her home.  She was incredibly embarrassed by their actions.

When they got home, her mother locked her in her room for about an hour and then flung open the door and stormed into the room.  She made her take off her sweater and bra and then her mom ripped the tape from her breasts.  She then held up two small cylinders.  They were about a quarter inch around and about a half inch long.  They were sections from wooden dowel.  Her mother pressed one of the dowels against her right nipple, forcing it to invert on itself.  She pushed until the dowel was flush with the front surface of her breast and then put a piece of tape over it to hold it in place.  She repeated the process with the other breast.

Diane was in tears.  It hurt.  Terribly.  But her mother said that this was the only way she could be a cheerleader in public ever again.  So she suffered through it, finally getting so she would insert the plungers herself before the games.

The second thing that her mother had done to Diane was to instill in her an absolute fear of any and all pleasurable, as is sexy, feelings.  She had done this by spanking not only her fingers, but her clitoris when she was a little girl and had been caught by the mother exploring her own body in the bath tub.  Later, when she was older and had been caught diddling herself she had poured burning hot water, not quite scalding, over her vaginal area.  She had been burned ten times, until she simply lost the urge to masturbate.  

I, for one, was amazed at her persistence.  I would have quit after being burned once, maybe twice.  But it did confirm my suspicions that there was a passionate woman hidden deep in this body lying beside me.  Now, how to dig it out?

"Diane, what can I do for you?" I asked into the darkness.  "What would you like me to do?"

"Nothing.  Nothing works.  It all just feels like blah."

"Can I at least give it a try?"

She looked at me.  "Why?  Why bother?"

"Because I care about you.  I hate to see you missing that side of your life."

"But what about Janet?  I thought you cared about her."

'DANGER!  DANGER!  Dive!  Dive!' went off in my head.  I answered carefully, but honestly.  "I care about Janet very much.  But she thought I might be able to help you."

"How?  By fucking me up the ass?  It doesn't work, I've tried.  No, thank you," she said bitterly.

"That was a cheap shot, Diane."

"Sorry.  But I've heard that's what you like."

"I do.  But I like all kinds of sex.  Including anal.  But it's only good if the partner is willing.  Have you ever heard of me forcing anyone?"

There was a long silence.  Finally, "No.  That's always puzzled me.  If you had, I could hate you.  But every single one of my girls is madly in love with you.  And your cock.  They tell me everything, and not one of them has hinted that you made them do anything they didn't like."

We lay there a while.  The rain ripped on our roof, the canoe, and we could hear the sounds of the forest around us.  The waves lapped on the beach a few feet from where we lay.  It was surprisingly warm in spite of the storm and we were both still in our bathing suits.

"Chris, would you kiss me?"  I almost didn't hear her.  She had turned her back to me and I could feel her weeping silently.  It was the kind of thing that women do that just breaks your heart.  You'd do anything to stop them from crying like that.

I leaned over her to kiss her and she turned her head away from me.  In the faint light I could see her flushed cheeks.

"Not there.  Down there."

Bingo!  She had asked for something she wanted.  I held myself in check so I wouldn't seem to be rushing and began to wander down her lovely body.  I got to her chest and nuzzled one of the swatches of cloth up and over her breast, baring it to my lips.  I suckled on her tit and sucked out the wooden plunger.  Damned if she wasn't still wearing them.  I spit it out.

"Not there, either."

I moved over to the other tit.  Sure enough, I sucked another chunk of wood out of it.  

"Lower.  Stop teasing me, Chris."

I looked up at her in the dim light.  "That's part of the fun, Diane.  You want it.  I want it.  You'll get it.  But it's more fun if you don't know when.  Or would you rather I just attack you?"

"No.  No, you're right.  God, this is hard.  Just- just keep going I guess."

"You sure?  I can stop, if you don't like it."

"That's just it.  I do like it.  Please, don't stop.

I focused on her navel, next.  She began to move, but microscopically.  But it was movement.

"Lower, Chris.  Suck my thingy.  Please stop teasing me."

"Your `thingy'?," I asked her, grinning.

"My vagina and clitoris." She paused.  "OK, shit.  Suck my cunt!  There, is that what you want to hear?"

"Is that what you want me to suck?" I fired back.

"Yes, damit!  Now just do it."  She paused, embarrassed by her tone.  "Please, Mr. Mattson?"

The last plea was done in such a little girl voice I couldn't have refused.  And I had no intention of refusing her.  I lowered my mouth to her cunt lips and immediately got my tongue caught under her bikini bottom.  I untied to two sides and drew away the insignificant covering.  I urged her legs up and she slipped them over one of the crossbeams of the canoe above our heads.  It lifted her knees up and out, spreading her wide open before me.  I lowered my mouth back down to her now exposed box and began to feast.

I went slowly.  Something told me I would be there a while, but at that time I had no idea how long that would turn out to be.  Diane's cunt was dry.  Well, not dry, but not wet, either.  As I licked and sucked and poked and prodded she would occasionally sigh, but other than that, there was no response.  Occasionally she would shift to another position to get comfortable, but there was not orgasmic response from her.  But she never asked me to stop either.  Of course, if I had been in her place with a guy willing to eat my pussy all night long, I wouldn't have asked him to stop.  I guess.

Anyway, that was exactly what I did.  I ate her all night long.  Of course, it didn't seem that long as I was busy doing what I love almost more than fucking.  But first light came and we were still at it.  I was beginning to think it was hopeless.  Then it started.  The first change came about 6:00 am.  Suddenly, I got a reaction out of her.

"Ooooooohhhhhh.  God, Chris, look!"

I raised my head.  "What happened?"

"My nipple popped up!  All by itself!  God, it feels so different.  So good!"

An hour later the second nipple popped up.  They were fantastic, standing about an inch out from her large firm breasts, standing stiff and angry red in the morning light.  She was staring at them in amazement.  

"I never thought I'd see them again." She spoke of them as if they were old friends who had gone away.  In a way, they were.

"Diane, kiss them," I instructed her.

While I went back to work in her pussy, she did that incredibly sexy move women do and cupped her breasts and brought them up to her lips.  Her pointed little tongue sneaked out of her mouth and flicked against the right nipple.  She stiffened and arched her back.  She flicked her tongue against the left one and stiffened again.  

I had lifted my head when she stiffened the first time.  As I bent again to my task, I got another huge surprise.  And I do mean huge.  Her clit had stiffened as well and popped up.  It was about the size of my little finger.  It was a good two inches long or longer and about as thick.  It took a little convincing on my part that it wasn't a male cock, and I sucked it into my mouth.  I got a little squeal.  I sucked harder and rimmed it with my tongue.  I got a louder squeal.  I bobbed my head up and down on it, sucked it and nipped it with my teeth.  She came.  A small, short, tiny shuddering orgasm, but she did come.

I licked up her flow of cum juice and began tongue fucking her in earnest now.  Even though my jaw was sore and my tongue was beginning to ache, I kept going.  At eight o'clock she had her second orgasm.  Still nothing to write home about to Mom, but for her it was earth shattering.  When she finished trembling, she lay still.  I continued petting her cunt with shriveled fingers and a tired tongue.

Suddenly, she lifted those strong cheerleader legs and raised the canoe off of us and kicked it out of the way.  She grabbed my ears and pulled me up to her so we lay face to face, with me on top of her.

"Fuck me, Chris.  Fuck me now."

That was going to be easy to do, as when I had slid up her body, my hard cock had partially penetrated into her pussy.  A slow thrust of my hips buried it to the hilt.  

Nothing.

I had expected some reaction, at least.  She didn't even sigh or anything.  I looked down at her face.  It looked like she was gritting her teeth.

"Hey, Diane, relax!  I won't tell your mother if you enjoy yourself.  But don't quit on me now!"

She glared at me reflexively, defensive of the attack on her mother.  But then she smiled as she realized her teeth were clenched.  Her face softened.

"It's so hard for me to let go.  And this has never worked before.  I'm afraid..."

"I know.  Just take your time.  I'm in no hurry."

"What about all those young girls who didn't get their turns last night?  Don't you want to get back to them and their tight pussies?"

"What? And miss out on this fantastic piece of ass?" I gave a sharp thrust into her cunt.  This time she gave an imperceptible groan.  "Besides, they'll just be hornier when we get back.  There's nothing like a horny woman."

She gave a short laugh.  "You're a baaad boy, Mr. Mattson!" And then she started moving her hips on her own, experimentally at first, trying to fuck herself on my cock.

I have mentioned it takes me a long time, about two hours, to orgasm and that I can stay hard between bouts.  So when I say I came three times, that calculates out to a six-hour fuck session.  But by the end of those six hours, she was finally beginning to come alive.  I heard moans and groans and she was beginning to shriek when she came.  But I was just about at the end of my strength.  I was thinking of renaming the place to Camp Raw-Raw-Raw.

When she pushed me off of her and rolled me onto my elbows and knees, I didn't resist.  When she kneeled up behind me, it still didn't register.  The slick finger up my ass got me wondering what was going on, and when she bellied up to my ass, I began to squirm.  I wasn't into this.  I told her so.  She told me she wouldn't tell anyone, but that if I let her do me, she would let me do her.  I was still unsure, but by that time I felt the slender shaft of her clit slide into my ass.  She groaned.  It was too late.  I was deflowered.

"Oh, God.  That feels great!  Ooohhh, you're so tight.  It's like you're sucking on it and squeezing it and OOOOHhhhhh!  YYYYeeessssss!" 

Diane didn't stop thrusting even as she came and it led her to her next climax, and then again.  Finally, she leaned over my back, rubbing her now firmly erect nipples into my straining back muscles.  She reached around and grasped my still hard cock.  She had lubricant in her hand and it was a tremendously good feeling as she jerked me off while fucking my ass.  To say I didn't enjoy it wouldn't be true, but I didn't think I would do it again.  But the feeling of her hard breasts pressing into my back and her hand slicking up and down my prick only augmented the strange feeling of being invaded from behind.  It felt good, but I didn't come.

After her fourth or fifth building climax, she pulled out.  She knelt down as I had been and offered up her ass to me.  It was gorgeous.  Full and round, her fleshy orbs quivered with the spasms of her last orgasm.  I didn't have to be invited twice.  I brought the head of my rampant cock to her tiny tight pink orifice, and pushed it in.  She grunted, but did not pull away.  I stopped and rested until I felt her begin to push back, taking in the rest of my shaft.  I slowly eased forward.  She expelled her breath in a great big whoosh and began to immediately lunge back and forth on my cock.  Her head was whipping her long blonde hair into a tangled frenzy.  Her boobs were jiggling like mounds of firm Jell-O.  She fucked herself for a while and then froze.  

The whole forest got strangely quiet.  Then I heard a sound like I had never heard before.  It started out as a high pitched whine that slowly dropped in pitch.  It was just like the sound that the WWII bombs made when they fell from the airplanes in the old movies.  As the sound came into normal range, it changed to a Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop sound, each whoop rising in pitch at the end like the song of the whooping crane.  The whooping finally faded.  I realized that the sounds were coming from Diane.  And that she had just about squeezed my prick off with that climax.  

"Wow!  Do it again, Chris.  I want to do it again!  That was great!"

The second time came sooner, but the noise she made was the same.  After this one she pulled off my prick.

"We'd better get back now, Chris, or we'll never make it back before dark.  It's getting late." She was energized from her orgasms and looked as fresh as when we had started out.  All those sleepless hours before...

I looked at my watch.  It was about three o'clock in the afternoon.  We still had about three hours to get back.  We loaded the canoe and pushed it into the water.  I started to get in the back as before, but Diane had other ideas.  She directed me to lay down on my back the floor of the canoe with my legs up and over the sides.  She got in and straddled my cock, letting it slide up into her cunt.  She shoved off and began to paddle towards the camp.  With each stroke, she shifted the paddle from one side to the other.  As she shifted, she would lift up on my cock and then plunge back down.  After a while she looked down at me.

"Well, don't just lay there, grab onto my tits!" Of course, I complied.  She paddled a bit longer and then sang her climax song again.  The canoe coasted for a while.  She panted, trying to catch her breath.  I could feel the tension leaving her body as she became more and more relaxed after each cum.  And she got more energy.  She lifted up and let my cock slip out of her, and I thought that was the end of it.  But she reached down and held me upright and then settled back down, this time letting me slide up her shit chute.  She turned and paddled away from the camp this time, like a sail boat would tack into the wind to make headway.  She paddled and fucked herself until she sang her song again, and then she shifted me back into her cunt and paddled back towards camp.

Back and forth we tacked all afternoon, the cries of the falling bombs and whooping cranes resounding up and down the hidden valley throughout the journey home.  For my part, I held on to those smooth orbs as long as I could, but eventually gravity, the gentle rocking of the boat as it meandered back to camp, and the lack of sleep got the best of me.  I must have passed out and gone to sleep.  Not the worst way to go, if I do say so myself.

The bumping of the canoe against the dock roused me slightly from my sleep and I looked up into the concerned faces of the staff leaning over looking down at me as I lay in the bottom of the canoe.  In my best Ricky Ricardo impression I looked up at Janet and said' "Oh Lucy, I'm hooome."  And immediately went back to sleep.  

Mission accomplished.

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Chapter 6.  Virgin Territory

I was out for a long time.  I don't remember any visitors that night, but I do have a vague recollection of a soft, warm body or two cuddling next to mine in my bed.  Come to think of it, I don't remember getting out of the canoe and into the bed.  I was, however, rousted out of bed every 6 hours for Diane's 'therapy'.

It seems that Diane's nipples re-inverted about every six hours, and she needed to have sexual stimulation reapplied to them or, more specifically, to her cunt.  Somehow the other girls, with a lot of helpful input from Diane, decided that the best stimulation would be in the form of a hard fuck.  Now, normally I wouldn't mind the horrible chore of having to boff a beautiful woman four times a day, but there was a small, or rather a large problem.  My pecker was raw.  Rubbed raw.

It hadn't been noticeable when Diane and I had been fucking for 12 to 18 hours straight, but apparently, her cunt juice acted like a skin softener and moisturizer.  Maybe that's why that part of a woman is always so soft and tender?  Ever hear of chapped cunt lips?  Or a crunchy one?  Neither have I.  But after having been marinated in that delectable sauce for that long and having been that active, the outer layer of skin of my prick had been debrided and that left the subcutaneous nerve endings and blood vessels nearly exposed.  Kind of like jacking off with sandpaper, or so I would imagine.  I was never stupid enough to do that.  So when they woke me up and began licking and sucking on my cock to get it ready for her therapy session, I screamed in pain and fainted dead away. 

My prick, however, single-minded as it is, performed great, but it did it without my participation.  Diane had to do all the work that first time, not that she minded.  The rest of the staff thought I was sleeping and they were kidding Diane that she had worn me out.  

Mock congratulations were offered and there was much more kidding as they declared her the unofficial best fuck in camp.  Some asked her what it was like to screw a sleeping man, some commented - jokingly - that she must be a lousy lay to have me fall asleep while she was in the saddle.  It wasn't until she had slipped off my member that they saw the blood.  At first they thought it was hers, and checked her out thoroughly.  But there was no injury they could see and were about ready to dismiss it when the staffer, Julie, I think, who was cleaning me up, started yelling.  A few of the exposed surface vessels had burst.  Nothing serious, but you would have thought it was the end of the world.  Some of the girls started crying, one started screaming hysterically.  Only Julie and Janet kept their heads.  Julie kept cleaning me up and discovered the minor, but messy, nature of the injury and stopped the bleeding, while Janet cleared the room, swearing the weeping and wailing women to secrecy and silence.  

There was as much chance of that happening as having an annual snow sculpture contest in Malibu Beach, CA.  Within seconds it seemed the entire camp was gathered around the dispensary, holding vigil.  I heard later it was quite lovely.  Someone got the candles from the dining hall.  A guitar strummed softly.  A quiet All-American girl hoe down.  Soft singing muffled the occasional sobs of the heart broken.  Very touching.

All sarcasm aside, I was deeply moved when I heard about it.  However, during the event the only thing I remember is having a dream about falling bombs, wild birds whooping and an incredible sucking vagina on my penis.  Pretty much my usual dream stuff.

Janet wrapped my stiff swollen cock in an oil-rich lotion to help replace the lipids leeched out by the extended marinating.  She and Julie, and eventually some of the rest of the staff, took turns swabbing and soaking my penis in the healing fluid.  In order to expose as much of the roughened skin to the balm as possible, they felt I needed to be fully erect.  So they gently stroked the shaft with their soft fingertips, gently luring it to its full swollen length.  What my amateur nurses didn't, and couldn't, know was that those were the very exact motions I used as an adolescent to train my cock to hold off for two hours before spewing my wad, and to come back to attention almost immediately.  And in my exhausted state, I must have reverted to that age, because every two hours I blasted off.  Like clockwork.  Like Old Faithful.  It got to be a contest to see which of the girls could catch my jism in her mouth.  I love a girl who really gets into her work.

And every six hours, Diane came in for her therapy.  The second time, at twelve hours, there was almost a mutiny.  But Janet sided with her and Diane agreed to hump me only until her nipples popped back out.  Which was, for her, too soon.  She didn't get to get off, but then, neither did I.  After she had reluctantly un-impaled herself from my rampant member, several pairs of hands and eyes and at least one tongue scrutinized me with extreme care.  There was no visible set back to the healing process and peace was soon reestablished in the camp.

Later, when I heard that Janet had been willing to sacrifice the possible well-being of my precious penis for the benefit of a couple of inverted nipples, I nearly got angry.  But only nearly, because at the time she told me, she was performing an incredible sexual act on me, and anger would not have been appropriate or appreciated.  By the time I got back around to thinking of it again and bringing it up, she pulled that frustrating female thing of looking at me with that look that says, "We already discussed that.  Don't drag up old issues."  Some day I'm going to figure out how they do that.

Except for the visits by Diane and the constant stroking by the endless volunteers at my bedside, I was left in peace for the next 36 hours.  Which left me fairly horny.  I mean, all that fore play and only one fuck every six hours.  I had been used to a lot more and was ready and raring to go.  The first ones to help me out of my pent up state were the two campers who just happened to be stroking my prick when I finally felt strong enough to fuck somebody.  Or some thing.  I really didn't care in the state I was in.  

I leaned over to kiss one of them, pulling her on top of me.  She saw the gleam in my eye and squealed.  A recent alumnus of the speed stripping class, she was nude and settled on my prick before her partner knew what was going on.  The partner tried to push the first camper off her perch, kind of a Queen of the Mountain game, until I slipped a finger up inside her shorts.  She kind of froze in her tracks and got a glazed look in her eyes.  She was slower getting naked, being one of the younger campers, but soon her smooth naked pussy lips were being caressed by my lips, my tongue skewering her and giving her a song to sing.

The song was soon heard all over the camp and a cheer went up.  It was a cheerleader camp, after all.  That night and the two nights thereafter the visitors came in as before.  Although they did seem more eager, if that were possible.

But there was still the problem of Diane and her nipples.  No matter what they tried, they couldn't get them to stay out.  I had had a lot of time to think about it and thought I had a solution.  I talked to the arts and crafts instructor, and described to her the design of what I had in mind.  She fired up her furnace and soon I had a pair of odd shaped pieces of jewelry.  Her workmanship had been outstanding and when I asked her how much it would cost, she said "Two hours," with a wicked twinkle.  I gave a big tip on top of the payment.  She deserved it.

When Diane came in for her 'therapy', Janet was there, as always.  I think she was getting jealous of the regularity with which I was fucking Diane.  

"I think I have a way to keep your nipples out, Diane," I said.  I showed her the jewelry.  They looked like two small wide funnels with no drain spouts.  Just a 3/8" hole in the center with two small notches 180 degrees opposed to each other.  I fit them up to her tits, and they fit exactly over her areolas, leaving the tiny buds of her nipples exposed.  

She looked at me curiously.

"How's that supposed to keep them up?"

With a wicked grin, I held up the second half of the puzzle.  Even Janet gasped as she saw what I had in my hand.  Two barbell piercing studs.  But both of them agreed it would work.  And I could smell the scent of cunt juice filling the office.  Someone was excited about piercing Diane's nipples and it wasn't just me!

Of course, before we could pierce them, we had to capture them out in the open, so I gallantly volunteered to go in after them.  I took a circuitous route, probing with my prick as far up her cunt as I could shove it, trying to flush them out.  The attempt was laborious, requiring several advances and retreats, but it was not in vain.  The two future shish-kabobs poked up nicely and Janet was able to grab a hold of them and gently pull them out.  First she threaded the stiffened nipple through the center hole of the small funnel, and pressed it firmly, cupping the tip of Diane's tit in the concave ring.  Then she deftly pierced each one and inserted the stud, sterilizing and cleaning thoroughly as she went along.  When she was finished, it looked as if Diane was wearing tiny metal pasties.  

We waited for an hour and the cure seemed to have worked.  The studs rested in the notches of the internal rim and held the nipples proudly out.  The only side effect we could determine was that Diane seemed hornier than normal.  She drooled from both mouths, upper and lower, had a glazed look in her eye, and had a mini-orgasm with every fourth or fifth step.  I silently took a bet with myself that Diane would soon take up jogging, which she did that next summer.  Became world class, too, but had a hell of a time getting through the metal detectors in the airports on the way to the international meets.

With the problem of Diane solved and camp routine back to normal, it was suddenly the last week of the training for the campers.  Sandi, the administrator's assistant, came up to me after dinner on the first night of the last week.  A big grin split her face.  With the makeup and clothes she was now wearing, she was getting to be one of the hottest women in camp.  She had really come out of her shell.  The smile just added to her natural appeal.

"So.  Is the mighty Mr. Mattson ready for tonight?," she asked seductively.

The way she said it, I understood she was referring to my prick as the 'mighty Mr. Mattson'.  But I hadn't heard a word about anything special going on.  I grinned back.  "I'm always ready, Sandi, especially for you."

She blushed.  Bright red.  She still wasn't used to her new erotic persona.  It made her even more appealing.  "N-N-No-o. N-N-Not me tonight," she sighed, disappointedly.  "You haven't heard?"

I shook my head in the negative.

"The next three nights are for the 'new girls'."

I furrowed my brow.  I had not heard the helicopter bringing in any new girls.  "New girls?" I asked.

Sandi blushed even deeper.  She reached up and pulled my head down so she could whisper in my ear.  I could also see right down her blouse at a set of cute firm mounds of flesh and was going to reach up and touch the erect nipple of one of them, but that thought actually left my head as she whispered, "Yeah, 'new girls'.  Virgins.  Tonight the visitors will all be virgins.  New girls."

I nearly came right then.  Three nights of virgin territory.  A pederast's wet-dream come true.  I noticed Sandi looking at me with a funny look and this time it was my turn to blush.  I didn't need to, but I followed her gaze down and I saw my cock, which had sprung up iron hard at the thought of all those cherries.  It had found its way out over the top of my shorts, and spurted a great big glob of sperm onto the bare flesh just above Sandi's tits.

"Why, Thank you, Mr. Mattson!" she teased me, wiping the creamy white fluid off her chest with her fingers and then licking them clean.  "I'd say he was ready, wouldn't you, Janet?"

I whirled around.  I had not heard Janet walk up behind me.  She looked down and saw my exposure and watched Sandi finish her special dessert.  Gently, she took the exposed part of my cock in her hands and covered it up with them.  She had to move her hands up and down constantly to keep the whole thing covered completely and conscientiously did her best to protect the campers from seeing my exposure.  "I asked you to keep this under cover, Mr. Mattson," she said sternly.  Her looks and touch belied the tone of her voice.  Her eyes were dancing in the evening light, laughing at my obvious excitement of the coming - or cumming - events of the next three evenings.  She was excited, too.

We separated when I could finally fit back into my shorts.  It took a while, because the fact that it was Janet who was holding my prick in her tiny soft hands was as arousing to me as the thought of all the cherry picking.  More, in fact.  She didn't seem to be in any rush, either, and kept up a patter of small talk about this and that for quite a while.  To this day, the only things I can remember from that conversation are the feel of her hands and the clear blue color of her eyes as they gazed up into mine.  For me, right then, nothing else existed.  She still teases me about it.  But I still react the same way whenever she holds me like that gently stroking my cock with her two tiny soft hands.  It is absolutely Pavlovian.

Back in the dispensary that evening, time seemed to dragged by.  I did the inventory in the clinic, bandaged a few knees, wrapped a sprained ankle, and dried more than a few tears from the 'regulars'.  A normal evening.  I tried to focus on each camper and task at hand, but my mind was elsewhere.  I was torn between the thoughts of virgin twat and those beautiful clear blue eyes.  Both of those thoughts kept my cock hard and stiff, and elicited more than a few knowing giggles from my dispensary patients.  Apparently, everyone in camp had known but me.  Figured.

The first timid knock came at the door after an eternity of waiting.  

"Come in," I said softly.  I caught a brief silhouette against the hall light as a pair of figures slipped into my room.

"Hello, sailor," came a familiar voice, a bit huskier than normal.  The Skipper sounded as if she was already excited about this.  Maybe I wasn't the only one who liked young girls...

"Hello, Skipper.  You're early tonight."  The other figure giggled.

I felt her move close to my ear.  "I just figured you might like a witness that the girls were all here voluntarily, you know?."

I grinned and whispered back, "Thanks.  And this just wouldn't happen to excite you, too, no?"  A quick jab in my ribs confirmed my suspicions.  

She led the shy girl forward a little.  "This is Kim, Mr. Mattson.  This is her first time."  With that she turned on a small light above my bed and melted into the deep shadows.  I tried, but I couldn't see her face.  Damn!

Kim stood shyly by herself at the edge of the pool of light in a light blue baby-doll nightgown.  She was wearing the top only, no bottoms, I noticed right away.  She shifted uneasily from one foot to another, and there was a gleam in her eye.

"Hello, Kim.  Why don't you come over here and sit down next to me."  I held out my hand to her and she took it.  She followed my soft tugs and sat gingerly down next to me, her bare tush right on the edge of the mattress.  Kim was one of the older girls.  She must have been 16 or 17 years old.  I moved my arm and put it around her back.  She was trembling.  I pulled her gently to my side, and buried my face in her soft hair.

"Kim, are you sure you want this?" I asked her.

"Uh-huh," came the quiet reply.

"Well, if you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is say so, OK?" 

She nodded.  I grinned.

"And you need to tell me things out loud, how you're feeling, if you like something or don't like something, or if I'm too heavy, or if it hurts you, right?  Don't worry about not using the right words.  Between the Skipper and I, we are pretty good at translating screams and grunts and moans.  Besides, it turns me on when I can hear my lover's excitement.  If I can't hear what you're thinking or feeling, how will I know what you like?  So tell me, OK?  Now, do you under...."

My question was stopped as she launched herself into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck and shoving her untalented, but enthusiastic young tongue all the way down my throat.  I took that to mean she understood.

With Kim in my arms, I began to explore the quivering, eager young body plastered to my chest.  She had smooth skin, but then, they all had smooth skin.  Her medium-length hair that smelled so good was up off her neck in a braid.  I freed my mouth from hers and kissed the exposed areas of her neck.  I felt her shiver and her arms tightened around my neck.  

As I ventured further, I encountered a shoulder strap with a bow on the top of each shoulder.  The satiny feel of her nightgown ended with a fancy ruffle just above her firm ass as my hands continued down her back.  I got her to relax her strangle hold on my neck and laid her softly back on the bed beside me.  This allowed me to explore her frontal areas.  She was a vision!  I took a moment to drink in her youthful beauty.

The nightgown was fastened by a single bow in front of her smallish tits.  Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the material, and it was obvious she was excited.  Or very cold in the middle of July.  She caught at my hand as I tugged at the bow, indicating a slight hesitation on her part.

"Should I stop?" I asked softly.

"No.  Please don't stop.  I, uh, I'm just a little scared."

I held her hand to the tiny bow and she held it lightly between her fingers.  She looked at me with her big brown eyes.  I could see the indecision and the lust.  I blew gently across those turgid nipples poking though the thin fabric.  First one, then the other received my airy attentions.  That was all it took.  Together, we pulled the end of the bow, and she pushed up her swelling tits in invitation.

As I pulled the inadequate covering away from her chest with a firm tug, I leaned down and kissed her deeply.  I cupped and squeezed her firm rubbery tits until I felt her relax even more.  She began moaning into my mouth.  I rearranged myself along side of her on the bed.  She gave a small catch of her breath as she felt my heavy swollen cock flop down across her leg.

"I-Is that your thing?"

"My what?"

"Your thing.  You know, your penis?"

"Yes, and that's my cock, my pecker, my prick, my John Henry, the Mighty Mr. Mattson, among other names.  No one calls it a penis but my doctor."

"Oh."  She giggled at the variety of names, especially the last one.

I held still.  Well, kind of.  I had her tit in my hand and I kept kneading it gently, but firmly.  Her little tits were firm and hard, and very sensitive, it seemed.  I felt it swelling up in my hand as her arousal grew.  I waited for her to make the next move.

It took a minute or three, but gradually the burning spot of contact on her thigh captured her curiosity and her hand slipped shyly down and touched my now hardened prick.  She had her eyes tightly closed as she gently explored it and, as she tried to reach her hand around it, I felt her catch her breath again.

"Does it really fit in me?"

"Perfectly, Kim.  It will fit perfectly."

I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked in the lonesome nipple that was poking up at me, pleading for attention.  A long slow shudder passed through her body and she grasped me a bit tighter and began stroking up and down.  A natural rhythm.  I sucked and she stroked.  The excitement in her body grew.  I felt her nipples harden even more, one against my palm, the other in my mouth.

I switched teats.  This brought another groan, especially as the air chilled her moistened flesh.  My hand, now freed from its tit duty, ventured down her flat stomach.  I trailed my fingers across the smooth surface, tracing erotic patterns in the tiny hairs, dipping occasionally into the depression of her navel.  She was humming unconsciously, and it was a tune I loved to hear.

I followed my fingertips with my tongue and began to bathe her tummy with my saliva.  The cooling of the moisture brought goose bumps to her skin, roughening the texture.

My free hand again ventured lower, this time to her secret places.  Her humming went up a note or two in pitch and urgency and her breathing was a bit ragged now.  Her stoking hand became irregular in its up and down motion and finally she abandoned altogether her grip on my prick for one on the mattress as my fingertips brushed across her clit.  She stiffened and cried out as a small taste of the orgasmic events to come coursed through her slender frame.  

"Oh! Thank you, Mr. Mattson," she sighed.

I looked up at her now open eyes, tiny tears leaking from the corners of them.  "Are you finished?  Should I stop?" I asked her.

"Huh?  You mean I can I have more than one?  Oh, I didn't know.  It felt so good.  I don't want you to stop.  Yes, please go....OH! OH! OH!"

My finger on her clit rudely interrupted her, this time with a bit more pressure.  I grinned to myself at her innocence.  And got back to work.  I figured it would take about one more new experience for her innocent pussy, and she would not refuse me her virginity, no matter how big she thought my pecker was.  I knew just what that experience should be.  I lowered my face to her smooth hairless pussy lips and breathed deep.  She smelled fresh and young, but with a distinctive fragrance of musk.  I love that 'ready to fuck' scent a young girl gives off.

Her eyes were closed tight again after her last mini-climax, and she was not aware of my intentions until she felt my tongue begin to wiggle its way past her cunt lips and up into her pussy.  At first her hands flailed vainly as if to push my head away and she protested quietly, saying that she was dirty down there, etc.  Then the feelings from her awakening cunt shorted out all reason.  Her knees automatically snapped up to her tits, opening herself up to my tongue, my fingers and, eventually, my cock.

Her cunt was mine.

I built up her tension level by eating her delicious cunt for quite a while, never quite letting her go over that edge she teetered on.  By the time I was done with her pussy, she was delirious with passion, far past any point of return.  Her writhing young body was wound like a spring, waiting for that big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't.  Each near-climax pushed her a little higher and left her wanting, and taking, just a little more.  She was throwing her head back and forth on my pillow, gripping the sheets with her hands.  Her hair had become unbraided from her orgasmic thrashing and it fell softly around her shoulders.  She looked beautiful.  Delicious.  Fuckable.  I judged she was ready.

I knelt up between her legs.  She sensed my movement and opened her eyes.  She had a look of desperation in them.

"Please.  Please, do me.  Please.  Don't tease me any more.  Do me.  Now!  Please?  Fuck me, Mr. Mattson."

What can I say?  When they ask me so nice, I can't say 'No", can I?  

I did her.

The fat tip of my cock lodged up against her tight, wet pussy lips.  I let it rest there impatiently while the lubrication leaking from her pussy coated it.  A gentle nudge opened the sealed portal and the head of my cock forged into the tight canal.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt her vaginal tissues staining to adapt to the monster invading her pussy.  But she did not tell me to stop.  I honestly doubt if I could have at that point.

Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow the lips of her cunt to close around the rim of my cockhead.  Again I stopped for a moment to let her adjust.  It also allowed the barrier membrane a little further up her canal to begin to tear loose a bit because of the stretching.  Another gentle nudge forward, and the tip of my cock was resting against her now dangerously thin hymen.  I waited patiently for her to get comfortable, and as I waited I felt the membrane give way, not with a rip, but with a contented sigh.  She arched her back with a small gasp and then slowly but determinedly slid herself down on my cock, easily accepting about three-quarters of it inside her.  She had felt no pain.  She was now a woman.  And she wanted to fuck.

I placed my hand down between us and grabbed onto the base of my cock.  I didn't want to go too deep into her this first time.  I liked using my hand that way, especially with first-timers.  With my hand right there, I could also use my thumb to rub her clitoris, keeping her in a mindless fucking state for the duration of our coupling.

When she realized I was deep into her, she went wild.  I never moved from my knees, never had to jerk or thrust.  Some of her moves were a bit unexpected and unusual as this was her first experience, but it was my opinion that Kim was a natural born wild woman.  Most of the time, the only parts of her anatomy not in motion were her neck and shoulders and they were the only things touching the bed.  Everything else was a tornado of action, whipping her cunt up and down on my cock.  She started screaming as she hit the big one, but she didn't stop moving.  My thumb wouldn't let her.  I kept up a constant circling motion right on her sensitive nubbin.  Her wild actions increased, if anything, and she went over the top again, this time fainting dead away with a sharp piercing scream.  Her body refused to obey her mind, however, and her cunt muscles kept a firm, almost painful grip on my cock.  

She slowly came back around and hugged me tight around my neck, her lithe body wracked with sobs.

"That was wonderful.  I didn't think I could get it all in me," she sobbed into my ear.  "I feel so good.  God, is my boyfriend going to be surprised when I get him into the back seat next Saturday night."

I hated to tell her she hadn't taken in the whole thing.  I had never met a girl or a woman who could on their first time.  I'm just too big.  But when I told her I didn't go all the way in, she didn't seem to mind.  In fact, she seemed more determined to take it all the next time.  Whenever that would be.  

She left with a wet kiss and a sexy, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."  I was already looking forward to her next visit.  The last three inches always surprised them, and I loved the look on their faces as they stuffed themselves like gluttons at a buffet.  Pure ecstasy.

The light flicked out, and I was lost it the sudden darkness.

"God, sailor, I wish you had been my first.  I think you may have spoiled her for life."  The Skipper slipped down onto the bed beside me, finding her way in the dark by soft gentle touches.

"Would you rather I didn't do a good job?"

"Oh, no!  But she is going to compare the next couple of lovers she has to you, and, unless their name happens to be Clark Kent, they won't be equipped like you.  I just hope her boyfriend doesn't disappoint her too much.  You're almost too good, sailor."

"Hey, I'm just an average guy doing the best I can."

A tinkling laugh and sharp jab in the stomach registered her disbelief of that statement.  "You're far from average, sailor," she said softly, almost to herself.  Then, with a short shake of her head, as if dragging herself back to reality from a very pleasant place, she got up off the bed and headed for the bathroom.  She brought back a wet rag and a towel to dry with.

"Here.  Clean up.  It's nicer for the new girls if you're clean for them.  They're nervous enough without having you smell like the previous girl."

I grinned.  "Yeah.  We'll just have till next time to really pervert them, huh?"  Her soft laughter filled my heart again, and a silent bond built between us.  We would always share a passion for the young ones.  Together.

I began to clean up, getting ready for the next one.  I sensed her waiting, tapping her foot unconsciously as she stood there in the dark.  "What's the hurry, Skipper?  Is there a rush?  Just how many new girls are there?"

"If you do them all like Kim, you'll almost make it.  There are six new girls."

"Oh, OK.  That should be easy.  Two tonight, two tomorrow and two the next night, right?  We should be able to make them all enjoy the experience and have time to spare!"

"Wrong, sailor.  That's six tonight, six tomorrow night and six the next night.  And I'm going to get mine each night, too, you little girl fucker, you.  I'm so horny right now I can hardly keep from jumping on your fat cock."

I shook my head in disbelief.  Eighteen.  Eighteen virgins.  I didn't think there were that many cherries over the age of 12 years old in the whole of California, much less just the LA area.  It was even more mind boggling that they were all good looking ones, too.  Well, there would be 18 fewer intact hymens by the time camp was over.  

Grinning, I reached out and found the Skipper.  Her tense body was covered in a light shirt.  I ripped it off her smooth shoulder in a single jerk, tearing it right down the back.  I proceeded to take just about every obscene liberty with her I could think of without penetration.  Skipper just stood there and let me, teasingly helping me, taunting, encouraging me, urging me to violate her any way I wanted to.  So I did.  By the time I was done, we were both gasping for breath.  Finally, I pulled her to me and I kissed her hard and viciously.  I was getting sick and tired of this fucking cat and mouse game.

She melted into my arms, her resistance gone.  I felt tears running down between us as she gave herself totally to me.  She had always kept something back before.  But now, she was all mine.  I could have done anything to her at that moment, including turning on the light above my bed and establishing her identity.  I knew it.  She knew it.  She knew I knew it.

But I didn't do it.  To this day I don't know why.  I gently sat her tight naked butt on my knee, pulled my fingers out of her cunt and asshole, brushed the hair away from her sweaty face with my lips and tenderly licked the tears trickling from her eyes.  

"You better see who's next, Skipper," I told her.  "You know I can't fuck you if it gets too light in here."  She gave a small sob.  "And Skipper, I need to fuck you.  Bad!"

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Chapter 7.  The Party

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

Muffy (yes, that really was her name!) had cried out "Stop!" in mid stroke and the Skipper was on me so fast it wasn't funny.  I hadn't realized how strong she was until she actually lifted me bodily off the girl.  Who wasn't struggling.

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

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

"That's OK, Muffy," I answered.  "It's nothing to be sorry about, though.  I wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want to do."

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

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

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

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

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

"After he gets done with his hands, he brings his face down next to my bottom and feels it all over with his lips.  Since he can't get his lips inside my ass crack, he uses his tongue in there.  That makes me tingle even more, and I usually get really wet.  He always yells at me that I am going to make a mess on the couch, but I can tell he isn't mad.  Then he licks up all the juice, sticking his tongue all the way up inside me.  That's when he checks to see if I'm still a virgin.  With his tongue.  His licking me down there really makes me excited.  Once he touched my crazy button down there and I got so excited something happened.  I got a really big light in my head and my body just tensed up, kinda.  I got so tense I farted right in Daddy's face, and some of my shit went right in his mouth.  I heard him groan real loud, that time.  Daddy pretended to be mad, but I saw afterwards that he had shot his stuff onto the backs of my legs and all over the back of the couch.  I didn't know what it was until later when I was with Bobby from next door and he showed me what happens when a man shoots off.  Daddy always keeps me bent over the couch for a long time, until he groans.  Then I know he is done with the examination."

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

"Will you take my virginity in that hole, Mr. Mattson?  Would that be OK.  I know it's not the real thing, but do you mind?  That way I can say I'm not a virgin anymore, but Daddy won't know.  OK?"

I didn't trust myself to say anything.  This luscious 12 or 13 year old was half way down my cock, stuffing it into an extremely warm and wonderful place, and she was asking me if it was OK?  HELL YES I wanted to shout.  But she was dead serious, and I didn't want to embarrass her by laughing, which was my next impulse.  

Fortunately the Skipper stepped in and saved the day.  Or night.

"This time is for you, Muffy.  You don't have to do anything at all.  Mr. Mattson and I would never say anything to anyone about what happens here.  You just do what you feel like."

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

"The last couple of times Daddy examined my boobies, too.  Once, when he spent so much time taking the temperature of my nipples, I was sure he had found out that Bobby next door had played with them that afternoon.  But he didn't say anything, just that he would really have to keep a good eye on them for a while.  He seemed real concerned about the lines my bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one around the house.  Only a T-shirt and some panties.  He bought me some real small thin shirts.  They rub up against my nipples and make them stand out.  I think he likes to look at them like that.  And now I don't even wear panties around the house.  Daddy likes to examine me all the time now, but especially at nighttime.  And now he examines me in his bed.  I have to get up on my knees and lay my head down on the mattress.  It feels so naughty."

This last statement caught me by surprise.  Did she know her Daddy was a pervert?  As she continued, she answered my question.

"I know now what he is doing.  I'm not really stupid, but I was only 5 when he started the examinations.  And I really like them, too.  But I wish he would just fuck me and get it over with.  I love my Daddy, but I want to fuck other guys, too.  But as long as he checks with his tongue I don't dare."  She paused, and sighed.  

"Just before I came to camp I almost got him to plug me.  He was doing his examination on his bed and had kneeled up behind me.  I felt his pee-pee on my butt.  I know that was it, because his hand was wrapped around it and he was slapping it, kinda like, on my ass.  I jiggled my butt around and he must have let go to grab at it because all of a sudden I felt it between my legs right at the entrance to my hole.  I leaned back and it slid right up inside me, but he got scared and started shaking.  I think he spurted up inside me, too, because I was awful wet that night.  But when he check with his tongue, I was still a virgin.  But next time I'm going to trick him.  I'll tell him he can check me better if I'm bending over him.  Then I'll trip and fall or something and land right on his pee-pee.  One way or another I'll come back next year and fuck you good, OK, Mr. Mattson?"

She shuddered with her final climax from the ass fucking and my knuckles, got up, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mattson."  How she walked out I'll never know.

The Skipper leaned over and handed me a wet rag to clean up.  "If you want to order in a gag or two for next year, I'll understand," she said, and then burst into a quiet fit of laughter.
So, you see, technically speaking, there were only 17 virgins less after camp.Three days and three fuck-filled nights later, the last helicopter-full of campers lifted off, leaving the staff waving at the retreating machine.  The goodbyes, particularly as each nightly visitor came for their last scheduled visit, were poignant, tender, and energetic.  I got no sleep, as the schedule seemed to fill the entire night.  Each goodbye ended in an orgasm and tears.  I felt bad for them, but most of them would be back next year.  They swore they would be.  The older ones were the worst.  They would be graduating and wouldn't qualify to come back.  I kept all of the notes with their telephone numbers, addresses, and their promises of love and showed them all to the Skipper at the end of every night.  She worked her special magic with the heart-broken girls and each one left camp with a satisfied smile on their face.  I didn't want to know how she consoled them.  I liked what I imagined she did too much.  

There still remained several days of hard labor for the staff cleaning up the camp and getting ready for the next session.  The days passed in a blur of activity.  I was assigned to a different staffer each morning and then again, a different one in the afternoon.  Somehow the tasks we were assigned to do never took that long and that left plenty of time for other activities.  Such as fucking.  I always asked them if they wanted to do something else, like go for a walk, just talk, cuddle, anything.  They only wanted to fuck.  Being the gentleman that I am, I bowed to their wishes and desires and tried my best to fuck their brains out.  You know, it never got boring, either, doing the same thing day in and out, in and out, in and out.

The evenings weren't boring, either, as the visits continued.  But I noticed that the bodies lying in bed with me were a bit mature, and there seemed to be something a bit more urgent about their lovemaking, as if they were anxious for me to cum with them.  The visitors now also wanted to do a lot more kissing and holding than the campers had done, and liked sex in different positions, rather than just sitting on my cock and playing bronco buster.  Most liked the missionary position and made me take it slow and steady.  But they all, without exception, wanted it doggie style, too.  That way they wanted it hard, rough, even.  They really groaned and moaned when I first entered them from behind and I could get really deep inside them.  Several wanted it up the ass, too.  From their tightness and shortness of breath, I knew it was the first time that way for most of them.  Only Julie took me in without a whimper.  I asked the Skipper about the differences in the staff's behavior, as I noticed she was behaving the same way.

"I'm not sure.  Maybe because it's finally sunk in that this session is coming to an end, and they're going to have to go back to their normal dull lives.  I guess we're all realizing we're not going to get laid as well or as regularly as we have been.  So, being the greedy bitches we are, we're storing it up."  She snuggled in close and held on to me tight.

"Is that what you're feeling, Skipper?  Like it's going to be over?  Do you want it to end?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Will it fit me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thash it!" Diane announced.  "You got everything else you need right there."  She clasped her palm right over my crotch.  Her other hand took the handcuffs from Sandi.  "I think thes'ul fit, huh, lover?"  She doubled over laughing, her metal capped boobs bobbing wildly.  Apparently, this action sent her over the top as she collapsed into a twitching heap again, moaning and rubbing her own cunt.

I looked at Sandi, who seemed more sober.  "That's it?  Kind of kinky, isn't it?  By the way, where did these come from."

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

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

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

When my cock hadn't been engaged, I had vaguely wondered what I was going to do after the camp was over, but I figured I would work that out as I went along.  I was really hoping that Janet would arrange something.  Apparently she had, but not like I wanted.  Typical Janet.

"Well, then, I pick you, Sandi."

She dissolved in a quivering mass of giggles.  "Oh, damn.  You can't, lover boy."  She really sounded as if she regretted having to turn me down.  "My husband wouldn't understand."  She giggled again.  "I'm going to have enough explaining to do as it is, don't you think?  I mean, he always wanted me to be sexier, and more aggressive.  Boy, is he going to get his wish, and then some.  All thanks to you, Mr. Mattson."  That last, softly spoken sentence was direct not to my face, but to an area just below my belt, which she was busily undoing.

"Ok, then I pick Janet," I continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Diane thought it would be too easy for you to identify her.  She has the biggest boobs in the camp by far.  And they have metal tips, thanks to you.  That would be kind of a dead give-away.  So she volunteered to be on the cleanup team with me."

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

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

"I'll bet you're planning on enjoying it, too, aren't you, Sandi?" I teased her.  For the first time since she had come out earlier in the camp, she started to withdraw into her shy shell again.  I reached over to her and gently grabbed one of her aroused nipples.  I squeezed it firmly as I used it to pull her up close to my side.  I lifted it up, bringing her up onto her tiptoes.  She gasped, trying to catch her breath.  Leaning down, I kissed her nose.  

"It's all right with me, Sandi.  You should enjoy anything that brings you or others pleasure.  But make sure you don't forget about me tonight, OK?  Maybe you and Diane could trade off...?"  She nodded.  

"Now, two more questions.  Do you have the keys for these things?"  I indicated the handcuffs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, shit.  How did you know?"

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

She hugged me tight and sighed as she used me to get off one more time.  "I know.  We all know.  I was hoping I could take your big pool cue home with me and see what we could do with those balls.  But, it's Janet, isn't it?" she whispered in my ear.  

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

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

I had thought I would recognize Julie by the unique noise she made when she came, but I found later she had a ball gag in her mouth - probably another of Sandi's toys - which kept her quiet.  The girls were getting devious.  I wasn't sure how I felt about her obvious relief at not being picked.  Over the last couple of days, she and Diane had developed a sudden and strong mutual attraction to each other.  Julie went crazy when Diane stuck her swollen clit up her ass.  When Julie orgasmed, she clenched her butt hole so tight that Diane went crazy.  Two people who belonged together, I guess.  When I said I would really like to see them together, Julie grinned, and said that Janet had already made arrangements for them to spend several weekends with her.  Apparently Janet liked Diane's clit, too.  Now, all I had to do was identify and pick Janet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I melted.  "Uhh, Hi, Skipper."  I paused, aware that 26 other naked ladies I had just fucked and/or eaten were watching us.  "So, did you just get here?  I missed you on the platform.  Did you turn shy suddenly?  Are you going to take your turn now?"

"Are you sure you want me to?  I thought by now you would be tired of doing it with me.  Or with anybody, for that matter."

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

"Your cock, yes, your heart, no, huh?  That's dangerous talk in front of witnesses, sailor.  That almost sounds like a commitment to me.  What do you think, ladies?"  Several voices assented with her.

Shit.  Did I want to say it out loud?  In front of witnesses?  Awww, what the hell.  Yes, I did!  

I got down on one knee and the room got very quiet.  I couldn't see a thing, but a gentle hand on my prick pivoted me so I was facing in another direction.  I hoped I was facing her.  I leaned forward and located two very familiar firm breasts.  I kissed each nipple lightly.  As I was doing this, Sandi undid the handcuffs freeing my hands.  I let them hang loose by my sides.

"Skipper?  I pick you.  Forever."  I paused.  "That is, if you'll have me?"

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

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

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

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

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