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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you 
are offended by graphic descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural sexual acts, if you are underage, or if this 
type of material is illegal where you are, don't read 
any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench 
on reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in 
which physical acts and human responses are not limited 
to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and 
responses in this story may be physically impossible 
and/or physiologically improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this 
newsgroup, all the women in this story are beautiful - 
gorgeous, even.  Gravity has not caused breasts to 
droop nor have wrinkles creased unblemished faces.  The 
men (the leading men, at least) are hung like bulls.  
They can get it up and keep it up often and at will.  
In this special little fantasyland, there are no STDs, 
morals, or unwanted pregnancies.  Guilt is a four-
letter word.  Most important of all, neither strength 
of character, courage of convictions, nor moral belief 
stand a chance against any erotic stimulus.  This can 
be as benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle 
or as stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.  

For those of you who didn't understand the preceding 
statements, GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment 
of consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the 
things described in this story.  You could injure 
yourself or your partner, be arrested, or shot by her 
father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story 
will burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited 
where you are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility 
for any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure 
that results from reading this story.  If you don't, GO 
AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on 
a <free> site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for 
it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy 
the story!....:) 

NightShade

























The Camp Nurse

Chapter 7.  The Party

by NightShade

first posted 4/97; revised 12/98

[The continuing adventures of Chris Mattson, RN at an 
all-girls cheerleading camp high up in the mountains 
out west.  The only problem is that Chris is a male.  
Let the fun continue.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three days and three fuck-filled nights later, the last 
helicopter-full of campers lifted off, leaving the 
staff waving at the retreating machine.  The goodbyes, 
particularly as each nightly visitor came for their 
last scheduled visit, were poignant, tender, and 
energetic.  I got no sleep, as the schedule seemed to 
fill the entire night.  Each goodbye ended in an orgasm 
and tears.  I felt bad for them, but most of them would 
be back next year.  They swore they would be.  The 
older ones were the worst.  They would be graduating 
and wouldn't qualify to come back.  I kept all of the 
notes with their telephone numbers, addresses, and 
their promises of love and showed them all to the 
Skipper at the end of every night.  She worked her 
special magic with the heart-broken girls and each one 
left camp with a satisfied smile on their face.  I 
didn't want to know how she consoled them.  I liked 
what I imagined she did too much.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will it fit me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, shit.  How did you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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