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The Camp Nurse
by Nightshade (1997)

***

A man take the job of nurse to an all girl's camp and 
comes up with unique ways to keep the young campers 
healthy and happy. (M/gggg, ped, 1st, oral, anal, orgy)

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Chapter 1. The First Day

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, taking 
inventory of my body for wounds as I scurried for cover 
behind a slight rise in the terrain sloping up from the 
lake. I had heard the 'click-click' of another round 
being chambered and began to sweat. 

Even worse, I could hear the wap-wap-wap of the 
helicopter receding in the clear thin air. It was the 
only way out of here. I instinctively tried to locate 
the threat because whoever was shooting meant business. 
Somewhere off to my left, I thought. 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 branches fell on my back 
and I heard the bark of the trees behind me being 
ripped away. I was dead meat. 

I started to get up very slowly, keeping my hands in 
clear view over my head. Might as well go out like a 
man. "Hold it right there, you 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 tone that 
made your bowels turn to water, kind of like 
fingernails on a blackboard, only worse. And this one 
had a shotgun, too. "Mernnfroong gdnr nddnf." It's 
difficult to talk clearly when your mouth is full of 
pine needles and moss. 

"What did you say? Speak up before I blow your head 
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 situation at the 
time, but that question got my dander up. (For those of 
you who don't know what 'dander' is, it is a lot more 
comfortable to get up than something else that gets 
'up' on occasion and gets cramped in your shorts, but 
in certain circumstances, like the one I was currently 
in, dander can be life threatening. Clear?) I 
impulsively resisted her questioning. 

"Are you Ms. Crandell?" 

"No." 

"Then it's really none of your business, is it?" 

I started to get up. BLAM! click-click She apparently 
didn't like my attitude. "Stay down, you bastard." 

I realized that I had heard several high pitched sounds 
after that last shot, like squeals or birds. I couldn't 
place the sound, but it seemed to come from all around. 
Slowly turning my head to both sides I spied several 
Nikes, Reeboks and Adidas of all 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 was a dirty word. 
One of the pairs of legs sassed back to her, "We 
KNOOOW" 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.' 

"Gertie, what's all the shooting about? I warned you 
about that." 

"I got one, Miss Crandell! I got one of those slimy no-
good pre-vert bastards trying to sneak into the camp!" 

"Where?" 

"Over there."

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 me. "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 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 after 
what seemed enough time for her to have re-written the 
entire contract, much less read it. 

Not receiving an answer, I slowly raised up. And looked 
at a very tanned, very shapely set of legs. Not hearing 
a gun shot was a good sign, and I continued to rise up 
passed a slight swell of feminine hips fronting for a 
smallish firm tight ass covered by a pair of clinging 
nylon running shorts, then a trim bare waist 
highlighted by one of the most perfect navels God ever 
created, then onto a set of moderately small high 
riding breasts encased in one of those sports-bra 
things. 

"This is too good to be true!" I thought as I was 
standing up. "If she's blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous, 
I'll know this is a wet-dream." 

I looked at her face. She was. I pinched myself. It 
wasn't. She stood all of 5'3'' at most and, with her 
little girl figure, didn't look old enough to be the 
administrator. "Hi." I stuck out my hand. 

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

"And? What's the problem?" 

"Uh, well, let's go to my office and discuss this, OK?" 

We started up the path she indicated. We had to go 
right past the teutonic mass of flesh holding a 12 
gauge pump action shot gun who I had now identified as 
'Gertie.' 

As I walked by, I stayed in a meek, head bowed posture 
until I was next to her. She felt invincible holding 
the gun, and let me get too close. Pretending to 
stumble, I reached out, grabbed the gun from her 
oversized hands, and did a swift leg sweep to knock her 
legs out from under her. I swear to God, the earth 
shook when she landed. I stood over her, staring down 
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" 

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 Miss Crandell 
was talking to me. I broke down the gun, and with a 
final glare at her, continued up the path. I saw my 
bags neatly stacked by the office door. 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 conceded defeat. 

She needed a nurse for the insurance, I was a 
registered nurse, I had a contract, thus, I was Camp 
Rah-Rah-Rah's new nurse. I wouldn't have been such a 
hard ass, but I needed this job. For all the wrong 
reasons. To make a long story short, I had gone into 
the Navy voluntarily because I wanted to be a SEAL. It 
was what I wanted to be all my adolescent life. Once in 
the Navy, I worked so hard I actually got into the 
program and was almost finished with the training when 
I ran into what in military terms is called a SNAFU. 
You know, Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.

The Pentagon computer somehow decided that I should be 
trained as a nurse, not a SEAL. Nothing could change 
the decision. I appealed all the way up. My commander 
appealed all the way up. Senators and Representatives 
appealed all the way up. Nothing. They wouldn't even 
let me graduate from the SEAL program. So I became Lt. 
Chris Mattson, RN, USN. 

I didn't last long at the base hospital. It had 
something to do with my looks, I guess. The doctors 
didn't like the way I looked, except one or two of 
them, but all the women nurses liked the way I looked, 
except the commander, she was just too old to care. 

I suppose I should describe myself. I'm just over six 
feet tall, 180 lbs. If I grew a mustache, I would look 
like Tom Selleck, only better. I never considered 
myself 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 my presence 
at the base hospital was causing quite a problem. 

On the one hand, the doctors weren't getting anymore of 
the nurse nookie they had been accustomed to. Neither 
was I, but that fact didn't seem to be relevant to the 
horny bastards. And on the other hand, there were four 
or five cat fights in the nurse's locker room, the last 
one requiring major reconstruction surgery, as the 
other nurses were apparently fighting over me. God 
knows, I did nothing to encourage them. Well, almost 
nothing. 

They had insisted on the basis of equality that I use 
their locker room to change and some of them might have 
seem me naked six or seven times in the shower. Hey, 
what's a guy to do? 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 men have one? Anyway, after the last 
fight, the commander called me into her office, gave me 
my decommissioning papers, and advised me that both of 
the nurses involved in the fight were married and that 
I may want to make myself scarce for a long - she 
emphasized that word 'long' - time. 

It seems that none of the nurses husbands had been 
getting any nurse nookie for a long time either and 
were really pissed at me. The commander suggested I 
contact a placement agency she knew of that handled 
RNs. I called. The agency had an immediate opening at 
an isolated kids summer camp with no access, only 
helicopter, and so here I was. 

The staff at the agency either didn't know or didn't 
care that this was an all girls cheerleading camp. Or 
perhaps they just assumed that a nurse would be a 
female. Or perhaps because my name is Chris and not 
Christopher. Who knows. Who cares. I was here. Camp 
Rah-Rah-Rah was 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 100' water fall 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 were turned into training areas, luxury 
hotel/dormitory accommodations for up to 200 people, 
kitchens, satellite communications, even generating 
electricity from the water fall. Typical government 
overkill. 

The dispensary was typical of this lavish style. There 
was actually an OR with an emergency generator. The 
clinic had not been used for a while, so I spent the 
rest of the day getting it in shape. Mostly dusting and 
organizing, familiarizing myself with the 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. The place was very well equipped.

About 3:00 I heard the helicopter coming up the valley. 
I could see the landing pad from the dispensary window 
and I watched in wry amusement as Janet Crandell and 
Gertie pantomimed out a scene. Janet would point at the 
chopper and Gertie would shake her head 'No'. Another 
firm gesture towards the chopper, and Gertie would hang 
her head and shuffle a couple of steps towards the 
machine. She would then turn and say something. 

The whole process would begin again. Janet would point, 
Gertie would plead. 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. The phone rang - did I mention 
they had an internal 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 and 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, so 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. I could describe each of them individually, but 
this is a short story. Suffice it to say that each one 
of them was an ex-Cheerleader at either a major 
University or pro sport 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 beautiful. Excellent 
role models for the young girls at the camp. 

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 tension that 
had been building unnoticed disappeared. When the 
laughter died down, she continued. "Second, you are 
probably also aware that Gertie is no longer with us. 
I'm sure we will all miss her, but it does leave a 
couple of holes in the roster. So we 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 
tauny gorgeous black woman quickly spoke up, "Me, too." 
Another shy smile in my direction. 

"Thank you, ladies. Work it out between you. Next, is 
there anyone who quilts?" 

A long silence. 

"Anyone? Please?" 

Finally, a quiet voice spoke up behind Janet. "None of 
the campers had signed up for that 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, that takes care of that. How about 
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 have extensive training in 
hand to hand fighting and weapons. Navy SEAL training, 
to be exact. I could put together a 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 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 
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 "YES!!!" 
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 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 in a staff meeting. I don't work 
that way. Is that understood, Chris?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

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

"Sorry. Just habit, I guess." 

"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. This encourages interaction between 
the staff and campers. You have an assigned table in 
your own area. 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 cooks stopped 
banging the pots and pans. All eyes were on me and 
Janet as we made our way over to what was to become 
'my' table. The eyes follow us every step of the way 
around to the back corner, as yet unpopulated by 
diners. 

"This was Gertie's area. 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 alone." "Suit yourself, sailor," she flipped 
over her shoulder. I could have almost sworn she was 
flirting with me. 

Regardless, I was getting stiff watching her walk away 
towards the food line. Or maybe it was being in the 
middle of all that young stuff. You see, there was a 
reason I had never had any of the nurse nookie at the 
base hospital. It was all too old. I liked mine young. 
18 at the oldest. There was something about a girl 
turning into a woman that turned me off. 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 than I thought. "Sure. Just 
let me go get my tray." 

"OK. I'll wait here." I went off in the direction Janet 
had headed to get my dinner. Nothing special about the 
menu, mostly healthy food, as would be expected. 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 they look like right then because all I noticed, 
on the QT, of course, was 11 pairs of 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 with the whole table, letting them fill me in on 
the rules, the schedules, what they liked, etc. Stuff 
they knew about, non-threatening. 

They didn't have name tags, but I remembered most of 
their names by the end of dinner. The conversation 
lagged a couple of times but picked up again. Once it 
was stopped abruptly by a water glass being spilled. 
The girl who spilled it had been 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 scared. I didn't 
know what to think, but I noticed that my shirt sleeve 
was moist where it pressed into her 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 beds. 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. 

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. 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. 
"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 shirt sleeve. "Smell." The tangy 
aroma was unmistakable. 

"You didn't see her?" 

I shook my head.

"God, the whole room knew what was going on. These 
girls have been up here two weeks without their 
boyfriends. They get kind of horny from this point on 
and 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 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 
and yelled "Thank you, Mr. Mattson" to me, then left 
again. 

"WHAT did you tell her?" 

"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 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 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. 

Mine soon followed and I crawled in 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 being quietly pushed open. I pretended to be 
asleep, which wasn't hard, given how tired I was. For a 
while I couldn't hear anything, 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. "OOOOH 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. 

"OOOH Daddy! You're so BIG. You filled me all the way 
u-u-u-uu-u-u," 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 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, 
the 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. But the last visitor was the 
most memorable of them all. It was a bit longer between 
visits 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 for 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 small 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. 
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 each others 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 finally got to sleep.

 	 	 
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 sleep, I'm up at first light. 
Normally I do my exercises 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 exercises consist 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 also 
used the exercises as a focusing aid to meditation. 
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 of this going on 
all around me. Janet, the camp administrator, filled me 
in later that morning. Anyway, there I was, doing my 
routine in my shorts and bare feet, body glistening 
with sweat in the first strong rays of the sun, the 
light playing off my rippling muscles as I moved cat-
like through the slow graceful step of my routine. And, 
as would be expected in a group of 100 or more people, 
some of the others were early risers as well. 
Apparently, one of the 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 wear - 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 it's 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 buns 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 
just 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 have always 
been what you would call a 'late bloomer' or something. 
I can get hard and stay hard for almost two hours 
before cumming. 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 cum, 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 I was beginning to really dislike by 
now, 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 be careful of exposure, as some of the 
girls were not yet corrupted, and I did agree to be 
more careful. 

But there was something in her eyes when she saw my 
prick leap up when she mentioned the 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 clock work, including the 
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 a 
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 tax-payer 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 
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 mine shaft that had collapse 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, 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. "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 
quick. 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 which 
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 lungful 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 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 cum. 

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 the 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 which would make my stiff rod stir 
around in her honey pot. She started slow 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 cum. She asked me if I ever came. I said I 
did. She asked me if I had cum 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 a 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, 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 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 BIG!" 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 hold of her hips with a firm grip 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 which 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. 

"Na, couldn't be..." 
 	 	 


Chapter 3: The Skipper

Julie and I napped for about an hour after we stopped 
laughing. There was a small stream 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 her 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 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 
and my thumb brushed along her 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 a lot to the 
jolts and bumps of walking down a 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 scoot 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 cum in my mouth, dammit. 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."

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 completely bald 
as baby. She must have just shaved it, 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 cum 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 
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 wiggles she made herself 
comfortable. Even in the dark I could tell she was 
smiling. Almost smirking.

"You really are amazing, sailor, you know? You don't 
cum in the 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 that long so that I could cum in their 
mouth. It was my first complete blow job 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, 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 
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 horney, 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. 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.

"I think it's kind of sexist."

"Liar."

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

"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, 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, 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 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 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. She 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 laid 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 swatted her swaying cheeks with my 
open hand. Not hard, but hard enough to turn that ivory 
skin a hot pink 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."

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 
was truly 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! Do it again!"

I obeyed the Skipper. I let it slip out of the super-
tight canal, and then pushed 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 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.

"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 more 
greedy 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 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, 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. 


Chapter 4: The Assistant

I slept late the next morning, arriving for breakfast 
just in time to take my place at my 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 on the way up. 
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."

But later came. 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 used to this, you know?

But 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 and 
that they were actually fucking my prick. 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, 
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 
were 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. These kids recuperate 
much faster than us old folks.

"Now slide 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? It 
feels so good! OH! OH! OH! Yessssss! Nobody has ever 
done that before. OH! SSSHIT! Don't Stop. AArrgggh!"

Several hissing and shushing noises came from the 
hallway. There really was a line out side 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 fore finger 
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 tasted good. I liked it. And 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 out 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 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 hall way, 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 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 had been refused 
access to her, unless it was an emergency. A lonely 
heart didn't qualify, so I had suffered 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. "Is she alright?" I was 
concerned.

"I think she's just sore. She didn't sit down all day 
and 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 
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?"

"Oh yes! 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 don't actually know what 
to do."

"You've never done it before?"

"Oh, yes. In high school and a couple of times in 
college. 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."

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. 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 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 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 cock sucker, 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!"

"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?"

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 foo 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, 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, spreading her cunt-lips wide open. I 
frenched them. 

She arched her back 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. 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!" 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. She began 
rutting on my stomach.

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

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

She slipped down and bumped into my cock. 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. Let it 
just 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 assholes I had been 
into in the last few days, but it must have felt like 
she was splitting in two to her. She didn't cry, but it 
was an effort on her part to get each inch of me into 
her. But she did. And 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 an 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, but she liked 
men, too, and that was what was important. To me, 
anyway. 

 	 	 
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 pant suits, 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 short 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 GOD! I'm CUMMING!" 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."

Sandi squeezed my cock in response and gave me one of 
the best blow jobs 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 detectable. 

The rest of the day past without incident, except that 
during the morning the fondling and quick feels by the 
staff became a bit more insistent and frenzied. I was 
in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day, 
with the engorged head of my cock visible and on 
display below the cuff of my shorts. The campers didn't 
seem to mind, in fact, several of them started to copy 
the example of their older leaders and began fondling 
and feeling it whenever they happened to pass within 
arm's reach, or could find some excuse to sit and grind 
on my lap.

Janet watched this 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 soft way or another. It was particularly 
hard not to plow those tight cunts when they had you 
firmly in the grasp of their tiny hands and looked up 
at me with those delightfully smiling eyes and asked me 
the most mundane question imaginable. I was in heaven, 
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 from me 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 loved these little 
sex games they were playing. It kept everything on a 
friendly level with everyone knowing what was going on, 
and no one got their feelings hurt.

I knew things were 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 on my cock. Some of them even began kissing 
and fondling each other they were getting serviced by 
me. I'm sure a lot of activity continued on after they 
left me 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.?"

"Oh, God, yes. 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 thinking of the picture of 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 was 
teasing, as she was laying directly on my rock hard 
cock. It must have been giving her a stomach ache 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, but I loved it. I'm going to learn how 
to relax like Julie told me and take that monster all 
the way up there. Do you mind?"

Did I mind? Offering me the finest ass I had ever 
fucked? Did she think I was crazy? Hell, no, I didn't 
mind. But I didn't want to appear too anxious.

"You're sure? I'd hate to hurt you again."

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?"

"Yesssssss. Can 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 
its alive. God, I love this. And it doesn't hurt now."

She still hadn't moved. "Pull up a little and then 
slide back down." As she did, I slipped my hand under 
her and let her impale her self on my extended middle 
finger. 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 the 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 campers?"

"Hey none of those girls had ever seen a prick before, 
so I let them have their chance to see a real good 
one."

"Those were all virgins?" She giggled as my prick 
seemed to swell to twice its normal size in her ass. 

"Well, they are for now. Who knows if they will be by 
the end of camp." She slid up and down a bit on my 
cock. "But before you get them, I have one more chore 
for you to take care of."

"Your cunt?" I asked, hopefully.

"That, too, but I didn't think that was a chore, you 
bastard!" She pummeled my chest with her tiny fists in 
mock anger. "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 blonde with high thrusting knockers. I had 
heard comments about a silicone job, but something 
didn't 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 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 
suggestions."

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

"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," 
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 back pack. A canoe 
had already been loaded with food and a sleeping bag. 
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 said nothing. In fact, she actually sounded 
cheerful and would have fooled me, but I had seen her 
eyes. We loaded the rest of our gear in and took off.

About a mile into the trip, we both began to work up a 
sweat. We took a break and took off our sweatshirts, 
leaving 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 sun screen on her 
shoulders. 

Just as I touched her I felt a twitch or a shudder, as 
if she reflexively pulled away, but 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 sun screen 
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 and a nice 
clearing. We pulled the boat up, unloaded our gear and 
set up a small camp. I had 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, stripped off her 
shorts and joined me in the water. Her suit was not 
meant for water and turned almost transparent, exposing 
her charms to anyone who would look. But I didn't. OK, 
I tried real hard not to, but would you be able to not 
look at a near 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 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. She was totally 
naked underneath. The string had long ago buried itself 
between her cunt lips and they were clearly visible as 
she jumped and splashed in the water. 

It was one of the hardest things I ever did to not take 
her up on her blatant offer. Somehow, I knew I had to 
make her ask 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 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 suddenly it got 
dark. And wet. A sudden storm had blown in over the 
lake and was sitting right on top of us. The backpacks 
were waterproof and everything else but us and the 
towels were undercover, but we were getting soaked. We 
had just been in the water, but somehow this was 
wetter.

I went over to the canoe and called Diane. I tipped the 
canoe over and pushed her under it and then crawled in 
behind her. It was quite roomy, but there was no way we 
could lay there without touching. I spread the bench 
cushions on the ground and used the sleeping bag for a 
pillow. 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 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. 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.

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, also 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 the evidence of nipples showing 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. 
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 had 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 was to 
instill in Diane 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 exploring her 
own body in the bath tub. Later, she had poured burning 
hot water, not quite scalding, over her vaginal area 
when she was older and had been caught diddling 
herself. She had been caught 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 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 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 
this side of your life."

"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 we both think I may 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 like all kinds of sex. Including anal. But only 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."

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

"Chris, would you kiss me?"

I leaned over 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. 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. She was 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."

I focused on her navel. She began to move, but 
microscopically. 

But it was movement.

"Lower. Suck my thingy."

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

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

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

"Yes, damnit! Now do it. Please?"

The last plea was done in such a voice I couldn't have 
refused. And I had no intention of refusing. 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 over 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 no response. 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. The first 
change came about 6:00 am. Suddenly, I got a reaction.

"Oohhh god, Chris, look!"

I raised my head. "What happened?"

"My nipple popped up! God, it feels so good!"

An hour later the second nipple popped up. They were 
about an inch out from her 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 her 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 a 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, 
and it was a good two inches long or longer and about 
as thick. It took a little convincing on my part to 
myself that it wasn't a 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 cum.

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 buried it in to the hilt. 

Nothing.

I had expected some reaction. But she didn't even sigh 
or anything. 

I looked at her and it looked like she was gritting her 
teeth.

"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 my attack on 
her mother. But then she smiled as she realized her 
teeth were clenched. Her face softened.

"It's so hard to let go."

"I know. 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 miss this?" 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."

She gave a short laugh. "You're a baaad boy, Mr. 
Mattson!" And then she started moving her hips 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 the six hours, she was 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 camp 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 OH 
YEESSS!" 

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 
cum.

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 on 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 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 and I realized that the sounds were coming from 
Diane. And that she had just about squeezed my prick 
off with that climax. 

"Again, Chris. 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, Chris. It's getting late." She 
was energized from her orgasms and looked as fresh as 
when we had started out. 

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 head way. 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 
into the canoe at me. In my best Ricci Ricardo 
impression I looked up at Janet and said' "Oh Lucy, I'm 
hooome." And immediately went back to sleep. 

Mission accomplished.

 	 	 
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 left the 
subcutaneous nerve endings and blood vessels nearly 
exposed. Kind of like jacking off with sandpaper, or so 
I would imagine. 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 her, 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 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 finger tips, 
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, I was 
scrutinized with extreme care by several pairs of hands 
and eyes and at least one tongue. 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 areolae, 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 pederasts 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 come 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. 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. 

Absolutely Pavlovian.

Back in the dispensary that evening, time dragged by. I 
did the inventory in the clinic, bandaged a few knees, 
wrapped a sprained ankle, and dried more than a few 
tears. A normal evening. But my mind was elsewhere. 
Torn between the thoughts of virgin twat and clear blue 
eyes. Both of those thoughts kept my cock hard and 
stiff, and elicited more than a few knowing giggles 
from the dispensary patients. Apparently, everyone in 
camp knew 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.

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

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

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. 

"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. Damn!

Kim stood shyly by herself at the edge of the pool of 
light in a light blue short baby-doll nightgown. Top 
only, no bottom, 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. Kim was one of the older girls. 16 or 17 years old. 
I moved my arm and put it around her. She was 
trembling.

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

""Uh-huh," came the reply.

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

She nodded. I grinned.

"You need to tell me things out loud, how you're 
feeling. I can't hear what you're thinking or feeling 
if you don't tell me, OK? Now, did you under...."

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

With her in my arms, I began to explore the eager young 
body plastered to me. Smooth skin, but then, they all 
had smooth skin. Her medium length hair 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. 

I encountered a shoulder strap with a bow on the top of 
each shoulder. The satiny feel of her nightgown ended 
with a ruffled 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 back on the bed 
beside me. This allowed me to explore her front areas. 
She was a vision and 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."

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 and begin moaning into my mouth. I rearranged 
myself along side her on the bed. She gave a small gasp 
as she felt my swollen cock flop down across her leg.

"I-Is that your thing?"

"My what?"

"Your thing. You know, your penis?"

"Yes, it'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 was 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, but very sensitive, it seemed. 
I felt them swelling up in my hand as her arousal grew. 
But 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 small hand slipped down and touched my now hard 
prick. She had her eyes closed tightly as she gently 
explored it and, as she tried to reach her hand around 
it, I felt her catch her breath.

"Does it really fit in me?"

"Perfectly, Kim. It will fit perfectly."

I lowered my lips to her chest and sucked in a lonesome 
nipple which was poking up at me, pleading for 
attention. A shudder past 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 free, 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.

"You mean I can I have more than one? I didn't know. It 
felt so good. 

I don't want you to stop. Please go....OH! OH! OH!"

She was rudely interrupted by my finger on her clit 
again, this time with a bit more pressure. I grinned to 
myself at her innocence. And got back to work. One more 
step, and she would not refuse me her virginity, no 
matter how big she thought my pecker was. I lowered my 
mouth 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 
moved listlessly down 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 her reason and her knees automatically 
snapped up to her tits, opening herself up to my 
tongue, my fingers and, eventually, my cock.

She was mine.

I built up her tension level by eating her delicious 
cunt for quite a while. By the time I was done, she was 
delirious with passion, far past any point of return. 
Her young body was wound like a spring, waiting for the 
big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't. 
Each climax went a little higher and left her a little 
higher. She was throwing her head back and forth on my 
pillow and gripping the sheets with her hands. Her hair 
had become unbraided from her orgasmic thrashing and 
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. Do me. Please. Don't tease me any more. Do me. 
Now! 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 pussy 
lips. I let it rest there impatiently while the 
lubrication from her pussy coated it. A gentle push 
opened the portal and the head of my cock forged into 
the tight canal. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her 
tissues staining to adapt to the seeming monster 
invading her pussy. But she did not tell me to stop. I 
doubt if I could have at that point.

Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow 
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 sigh. She arched her back with a 
small gasp and slowly but determinedly slid herself 
down on my cock, easily accepting about three quarters 
of it inside her. 

She had felt no pain. 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 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 knee 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 this kid 
was a natural born wild woman. 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 as I kept up a constant circling 
motion right on her sensitive nubbin. Her actions 
increased, if anything, and she went over the top 
again, this time fainting dead away with a sharp 
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."

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 after 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, I wish you had been my first. But 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 hurt her?"

"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 
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 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 bringing her back to reality, 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 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. "Is there a rush? 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. So, two tonight, two tomorrow and two the next 
night. That should be easy."

"Wrong, sailor. Six tonight, six tomorrow night and six 
the next night. And I'm going to get mine each night, 
too. I'm so horny right now I can hardly keep from 
jumping you."

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

Grinning, I reached out and found the Skipper. Her 
tight body was covered in a light shirt which I ripped 
off of her in a single jerk and I proceeded to take 
just about every liberty with her I could without 
penetration. She just stood there and let me, helping 
me, encouraging me, urging me to violate her any way I 
could and wanted to. So I did, and by the time I was 
done, we were both gasping for breath. Finally, I 
pulled her to me and I kissed her hard and vicious. I 
was tired of this fucking cat and mouse game.

She melted into my arms, her resistance gone. 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 anything. 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. 

"Better see who's next," 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!"


Chapter 7: The Party

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"First he rubs his hands all over my butt, real gentle 
like. He draws circles and traces the shape of my panty 
lines and bikini bottoms. It kind of tickles and it 
makes me itch down there in my cunny. Sometimes he does 
it for a real long time. He says that that's supposed 
to show if anyone has touched me back there. I think he 
just likes to play with my ass. I'm not supposed to 
look back at him, but keep my eyes closed, but once I 
peeked. 

"He was standing just behind me off to the side, 
rubbing my ass with one hand. His other hand was inside 
his robe, and it was moving really fast. The robe fell 
open and I saw his hand wrapped around his pee-pee. It 
was a little bigger that Bobby's, and all red and 
purple, but it was a lot smaller than yours, Mr. 
Mattson! A lot smaller!" She giggled. "That's how I 
know he just like to play with my bottom cheeks."

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

"Since he can't get his lips inside my ass crack, he 
uses his tongue in there. That makes me tingle even 
more, and I usually get really wet, especially when he 
tries to stick it where you are now. He always yells at 
me that I am going to make a mess on the couch, but I 
can tell he isn't mad. Then he licks up all the juice, 
sticking his tongue all the way up inside me. That's 
when he checks to see if I'm still a virgin. With his 
tongue. 

"His licking me down there really makes me even more 
excited. One time a little while ago he touched my 
crazy button down there and I got so excited something 
happened. I got a really big light in my head and my 
body just tensed up, kinda. I got so tense I farted 
right in Daddy's face, and some of my shit went right 
in his mouth. I heard him groan real loud, that time. I 
thought he would be angry and Daddy pretended to be 
mad, but I saw afterwards that he had shot his stuff 
onto the backs of my legs and all over the back of the 
couch. 

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

All this time Muffy had been sliding her tight 
forbidden cunt around and around the head of my stiff 
cock. It was driving me crazy. Occasionally, she would 
press the shaft between her cunt lips and slide all the 
way down to the base and back up. This usually caused 
her to stutter and stammer, what with all the direct 
stimulation to her clit. 

Gradually she had lubricated my entire dick with her 
cunt juice. I held onto her spongy tight little ass 
cheeks which had been so well examined by her father 
and let her move as she wanted. Suddenly, in the middle 
of a sentence, she lifted up and tilted her pelvis 
towards me. She settled her tight little ass hole over 
the tip of my monster cock and let herself slowly be 
impaled on it. She kept a death grip around my neck. So 
I kept one on her ass. Fair's fair!

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

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

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

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

"Last year Daddy began to examine my boobies, too. 
Once, when he spent so much time taking the temperature 
of my nipples with his lips, I was sure he had found 
out that Bobby next door had been sucking on them that 
afternoon. But he didn't say anything, just that he 
would really have to keep a good eye on them for a 
while. He did seem real concerned about the lines my 
bra made in my skin, so he told me not to wear one 
around the house. Only a T-shirt and some panties. 

"Then he took me shopping and bought me some special 
shirts to wear. They were real tight and made of a very 
thin material. They rub up against my nipples and make 
them stand out. I feel sexy when I have them on. I 
think he likes to look at me when I wear them. And now 
I don't even wear panties around the house. Daddy has 
his robe on all the time now at home and likes to 
examine me all the time, but especially at night time 
just before bed after my shower. And now he examines me 
in his bed, so I won't make a mess on the couch. I have 
to get up on 
my knees and lay my head down on the mattress. I get 
goose bumps all over and get really wet in my cunny 
just kneeling there with my ass up in the air. It feels 
so naughty."

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

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

"Just before I came to camp I almost got him to plug 
me. He was doing his examination of my butt on his bed 
and had kneeled up behind me. I felt his pee-pee on my 
butt. I know that was it, because his hand was wrapped 
around it and he was slapping it, kinda like, on my 
ass. I don't think he knew he was hitting my butt. It 
didn't hurt. It felt hot and it felt good. I jiggled my 
butt around all of a sudden and he must have let go to 
grab at it to keep his balance, because all of a sudden 
I felt his thing between my legs right at the entrance 
to my hole. 

I sort of leaned back and it slid right up inside me, 
but he got scared and started shaking. I think he 
spurted up inside me, too, because I was awful wet that 
night. He must have sucked most of it out later, 
because when he check with his tongue, I was still a 
virgin. But next time I'm going to trick him. I'll tell 
him he can check me better if I'm bending over him with 
him on his back. Then I'll trip and fall or something 
and land right on his pee-pee. But you can bet, one way 
or another I'll come back next year and fuck you good. 
OK, Mr. Mattson?"

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

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

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

Three days and three fuck-filled nights later the last 
helicopter full of campers lifted off, leaving the 
staff waving at the retreating machine. There still 
remained several days of hard labor cleaning up the 
camp and getting ready for the next session. The days 
passed in a blur of activity as I was assigned to a 
different staffer each morning and afternoon. 

Somehow the tasks I was assigned to help with were 
never that long and left plenty of time for other 
activities. Such as fucking. I always asked if they 
wanted to do something else, like go for a walk, just 
talk, cuddle, anything. They only wanted to fuck. Being 
the gentleman that I am, I bowed to their wishes and 
desires and fucked their brains out. You know, it never 
got boring, either, doing the same thing day in and day 
out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will it fit me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I pick you, Sandi."

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

"Then I pick Janet," I continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hadn't realized how individual each camper's aroma 
was because I had always had the use of my eyes. But 
subconsciously I had been cataloging each one by 
several attributes. One of which was the taste and 
smell of cunt juice. And this one had a slight taste of 
cinnamon and brought to mind a scene in the rec room. I 
had been shooting pool by myself one afternoon when I 
felt a body, a very firm body, pressing up against mine 
as I leaned over the table. 

I took my time with the shot - I missed - but all the 
while getting a tremendous back rub with a pair of 
small firm tits. And a ball massage by a pair of very 
inventive hands. It felt so good I just stayed in 
position for several minutes. Gradually, this limber 
creature wound her body around mine, legs entwined with 
mine and maneuvered her body under mine so she was 
laying on the pool table. The dark green felt 
highlighted the Nubian skin tones of her naked body as 
she continued massaging my prick with her supple feet. 

Not a word had been said. I slowly made my way down her 
body with my mouth, dwelling on all the soft firm 
curves, bumps, nubbins and depressions until I met the 
soft tissues of her secret areas. And smelled cinnamon. 
It was a glorious cunt, more versatile than most. She 
demonstrated some of her talents for me after we were 
satiated. 

Sitting on one of the corner pockets, she had spread 
her legs along the bumpers. And had me shoot a couple 
of billiard balls at her cunt, which she caught with 
her wide open lips and swallowed up inside her. Both of 
them. She said they acted like Ben-Wah balls, only 
bigger. She stood on the table a danced a sexy dance, 
bringing herself off a couple of times in the process. 
I was astounded. I knew they stretched to accommodate 
large objects, but that was bigger than I thought. I 
probed her afterwards, and she was as tight as before, 
if not tighter. Amazing.

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

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

"Oh, shit. How did you know?"

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

She hugged me tight and sighed as she used me to get 
off one more time. 

"I know. We all know. It's Janet, isn't it?" she 
whispered in my ear. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END

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