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Naked in School
Outdoor School


Wizard


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Standard Disclaimer.  This is the part that true artists live for, the
standard disclaimer. This is where we warn any of our underage readers that
this piece of fiction is inappropriate for their tender young minds, and we
actually expect them to go quietly away and read something more suitable.
All the while knowing that if they choose something more suitable it will be
something like, 'The Bobsey Twins do Dallas' or 'The Hardy Boys double team
Nancy Drew'. It's not like they can learn about sex in the school yard or on
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[Author's Note: I only discovered the Naked in School stories a couple of
months ago. (Okay, I'm a little slow at times) I, like so many others have
become intrigued with the concept and started a story several weeks ago that
like many of my others has gotten out of hand and keeps growing. In the
meantime, I have another, hopefully shorter little tale to tell.]

Chapter 1
Monday Morning - The Principal's Office


I wasn't really surprised when the office aid slipped into my homeroom and
handed Miss Morrison a note and she called me up and sent me to the office.
I'd been expecting it. Mr. Turner was out for an operation and that left
Ol'Leech in charge and I just knew he'd want to give me a pep talk. He's
just that kind of guy.

I gathered up my books and headed for the office. Naturally my homeroom was
as far away from the front of the school and the office as it was possible
to get and still be in the same building. Though the first period bell had
already rang, the halls were full of stragglers and kids who didn't have a
first period class. I waved to a few and slapped some hands. I'm not really
popular like Jerry and Carl but I get along with almost everybody. Actually
the only student I don't get along with is Todd Grey, and he's suspended
this week for smoking, so life was good.

As I stepped into the office the long front counter was manned by Mrs. Freed
and several office aids writing tardy slips for a about twenty kids lined up
in front. I ignored the line and stepped behind the counter. I caught Mrs.
Freed's eye and inclined my head toward Mr. Turner's office. She nodded.

Carly was standing there outside Mr. Turner's closed door and that didn't
surprise my either.

"He's on the phone. He said he'd see us in a few minutes." she explained,
and gestured toward the phone on Mrs. Freed's desk. I looked over and
immediately noticed that none of the lights were lit up. He wasn't on the
phone, he was playing games. Ol'Leech, actually Mr. Beech liked to show how
important he was by keeping people waiting. I grinned and nodded.

Carly looked back down at the paperback in her hands and I took the
opportunity to check her out. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that
showed her ass nicely. No holes or rips, that wasn't her style. An equally
tight black turtleneck that showed the lines of a sports bra underneath.
Carly's breasts were about average for a high school junior, a nice handful.
Not that I'd ever had my hands on them. Her light brown hair was cut short
in what my mom insisted was a pixie cut. A pair of gold butterfly studs in
her ears and a gold chain around her neck with a '1st' pendant completed her
look. Carly was all about simple, and simple worked for her.

A little background is in order while we wait for Ol'Leech.

I go to Josef Stalin High School in beautiful Watermelon Mountain, Idaho.
And just so you don't get the wrong idea, Josef Stain High School, Winston
Churchill Middle school, and Charles De Gaulle Elementary were built in 1945
just before VJ day and named to honor our allies in the war. When Stalin
turned out to be just as big a bully as Hitler, the town decided that to
rename the school would be revisionist history and left it. So we go to what
is probably the only school in the whole world named after Josef. Krushev
pretty much removed Stalin's name during his term of office and the fall of
the Soviet empire took care of whatever he missed.

Carly and I have been best friends since she beat me up in the third grade.
We'd just seen a movie about NASA and the role of female astronauts and
technicians. On the playground I expressed the opinion that all women were
only good for cooking and having babies. Carly cheerfully explained the
simplemindedness of my argument. She did it with two hard rights and a left
that I never saw. She left me sitting in the dirt crying. After the bruises
healed, we became best friends. In my defense, I can point out that I was
only repeating what I'd learned at home. My dad, though I love him, is one
of the last great male chauvinists.

Jerry moved to the school in the fifth grade and Carl followed in the sixth
and the four of us became almost inseparable. I will be the first to admit
that at times I'm a little slow, and I didn't really notice that my best
friend was turning into a major babe until we were all freshmen. But Jerry
noticed first and the two of them had been going out ever since.
Fortunately, our school has no shortage of babes, foxes and hotties, so it's
not like I was lonely. Just nothing special.

"Come!" came the command from inside the office and I glanced at Carly as
she marked her place with a dollar bill and slid the paperback into her back
pocket. For some reason the sight made me think of Angie Burke. Angie was a
senior who would hold a dozen things in her hands rather than use one of her
back pockets. She did want to ruin the line of her butt, which I'll admit is
rather decorative.

Carly opened the door and Beech motioned us in. He was still holding the
phone and talking into it, though I noted that the line light still wasn't
lit. As we stepped us to the desk, I noticed the program box sitting on the
sofa against the wall, and since it was Monday, wondered who this weeks
victims were going to be.

The Naked in School program, or more usually just The Program had come to
Josef Stalin at the beginning of the year. Six students were chosen each
week, mostly at random, and those six students attended school completely
naked. Two each from the sophomore, junior and senior classes. The freshmen
were exempt, the board figured they were under enough pressure just getting
through the first year of high school.

During the week, those students were supposed to make their bodies available
for examinations and also any 'reasonable' requests. 'Reasonable' being the
operative word. If the NiS student refused a request because of it's dubious
reasonableness, the matter went in front of a peer review council. If the
council decided that the request was in fact Reasonable, the NiS'er would
have to do an extra week in the program.

The peer review council was one of the changes the Watermelon Mountain
school board made in the program when it adopted it. In most schools, the
principal passed on the reasonableness of a request. They made two other big
changes in the program from the way it was run in other schools. The program
ended when the last bell rang. It did not apply to after school activities
such as plays and sports. And it most especially did not apply to students
in town.

The second big change was the buddy system. Students could sign up with one
to three of their friends to do the program together. The board thought this
would give the students an added support system. For instance, Carly and I
had signed up to do the program with Jerry and Carl. So that if any one of
us were chosen, all of us would be in the program together.

The program box was ceremonial. It was where students chosen for the program
deposited their clothes when first placed into the program, and each day
when they arrived at school.

"And where and Mr. Winter and Mr. Doan?" That would be Jerry and Carl.

"They won't be here until third period." Carly answered. "They're picking up
the dunk tank for the school carnival."

"I see." Beech mused. I didn't. What did Carl and Jerry have to do with
anything. They weren't...

I glanced at the program box, then I glanced at Carly who was already
looking at me.

"Mr. Beech, I..."

"We'll deal with that when the time comes." Beech interrupted me. "For now,
you two have been chosen for the program."

"That won't work." I blurted out.

Beech took off his glasses and set them on the desk blotter. Then he placed
both his hands on the upper corners of the blotter and let me have his most
intimidating stare. "I'm sorry, Mr. Conners, if our plans interfere with
your social life or whatever, but this school does not and will not revolve
around you."

"But, sir..."

"But nothing. You may remove your clothes now, or I can call the strip club
to do it for you." The strip club were four seniors, all football players
who thoroughly enjoyed helping unwilling program participants get into the
spirit of the program.

"Sir, I'm not saying no. I just want to do it next week instead." I tried to
explain.

"As I said before. This school does not revolve around you. I set the
schedule and that schedule says right now." he said firmly.

"Maybe you should talk to Mr. Turner first." I suggested and realized it was
a mistake as soon as I said it. Mr Turner was thirty eight years old, had
been principal of Watermelon Mountain for three years and got several offers
a year from other schools. Beech was fifty seven and no one had ever offered
him a school of his own. Major insecurity issues.

Beech stood up, leaning over the desk on his hands and glared at me. "I'm
well aware that you don't feel I can run this school without Mark Turner's
help, but YOU WILL do as you're told, and I'll have no more nonsense out of
you."

"But..." I started.

Carly put her hand on my arm and interrupted. "Mr. Beech, we don't have any
problem with the program. But we're not even going to be here this week."
she said simply.

"What do you mean?" he demanded. "You're here now and you know that students
who fake illnesses or skip school do an extra week for every missed day."

"Mr. Beech!" Carly said with only a trace of exasperation. "Paul and I are
two of the students assigned to outdoor school this week."

"Oh." he said and sat down. I thought we'd gotten through to him, but after
a few seconds he said, "I don't see a problem. This is a regular school
activity not extra curricular. You'll do it naked." He leaned back in his
chair and tried to look like he was Solomon and had just handed down a royal
decree.

"You do realize that this is the middle school?" I asked with a little more
sarcasm than was wise.

"Yes, Mr. Conners. I realize that outdoor school is for middle students. I
may not be Mark Turner, but I am not an idiot." he brought his fingertips
together in a pyramid in front of his body. "Junior high and even elementary
students have visited the high school, and we don't cancel the program for
them. I don't see that this is any different."

I wondered if getting suspended by explaining to this horse's ass exactly
what the difference was, would count as skipping school for extra program
time. I was pretty sure that Ol'Leech would make sure it did.

"Perhaps you should check with Mr. Atwood?" Carly suggested diplomatically.

"Mr. Atwood is a teacher at the middle school. I am the principal of the
high school..."

"Acting!" I insisted, knowing that I'd pay for it down the line but enjoying
the look of annoyance on his face now.

"Acting." Beech acknowledged. "Mr. Atwood will live with it or find two
other students to help him."

"Considering that we leave in forty five minutes..." I said, glancing at my
watch, "That may not be very convenient."

"That is not my problem." Isn't it nice to see all of our educators working
together for the common good.

"Maybe you might want to check with Mr. McCoy? He might want to set policy
on this." Carly suggested. Mr McCoy was our district superintendent and
generally pretty reasonable. He actually had a doctorate in education, but
with the first name of Leonard, discouraged the honorific.

Beech stood again. "I do not need McCoy's help on every little question, no
matter what you two might think. YOU WILL GET UNDRESSED AND GET THE HELL OUT
OF MY OFFICE AND YOU WILL DO IT NOW!" he yelled with his face turning red.

I almost reminded him that it was Mr. Turner's office, but a look from Carly
silenced me. She backed up to me and lowered her chin to her chest and I
realized that she wanted me to undo her necklace. I reached up and with only
a little fumbling undid the clasp.

She cupped the necklace in her hand and put it in her front pocket and then
without a further word grabbed the bottom of er turtleneck and pulled it up
over her head. For some reason I was surprised that her sports bra was
black. I guess I expected pink or something. She had her bra off as fast as
her shirt and stood in front of us topless.

Her tits were as beautiful as I'd ever imagined. As I mentioned before, they
were just about a handful and surprisingly they were as tan as the rest of
her, or maybe that was her natural coloring, after all it was March. Her
areolas were about the size of a fifty cent piece with nice erect nipples.

"Stop staring and get undressed." Beech ordered and I felt the heat rushing
to my cheeks. I decided that something nasty needed to happen to the leech.
I'd have to talk to Carl, he had the most devious mind in our group.
I pulled my own t-shirt off and pushed my jeans and underwear down. I have
narrow hips and didn't even bother unbuckling my belt. In a flash,
everything was bunched around my ankles. I was so mad that I didn't even get
hard at the thought of being naked in front of Carly. I just glared at Beech
as I used my feet to kick off my shoes and push my clothes off my ankles and
step out of them.

As I reached down to gather up my clothes, I looked beside me and my mad
turned instantly to lust. Carly as balancing on one leg as she pulled her
own jeans and panties off the other. She had legs that seemed to go on
forever and a lush little patch of brown fur just on top of her little pink
slit. I thought I saw the tip of her clitoris peeking out, but told myself
that it was just horny imagination.

As I straightened up, there was an iron rod sticking straight out from my
pelvis. I tried to ignore it for the sake of what little dignity I had left.

"We'll go ahead and take our clothes." Carly announced. "Since we won't be
back until Sunday." She turned and headed toward the door. I followed. Out
in the main office, everyone, even Mrs Freed was staring as we came out. I
guess Ol'Leech had been a little loud.

The six office aides, did I mention they were all girls, were clustered
around the counter and a couple whistled cat calls at me. I grinned and
waggled my tentpole in their direction.

"I'm getting you fixed." Carly giggled as we passed by.

Chapter 2
Monday Morning - Middle School Parking Lot


Outdoor school is a program that a lot of schools around the country have
adopted. It's usually for students in the sixth, seventh, or eighth grades
and lasts for three to seven days. In our district it was for the sixth
graders at Winston Churchill and lasts from Monday morning until Sunday
afternoon. The sixth graders are broken into four groups, two of boys and
two of girls.

The program takes place at a nature camp owned by the state department of
education and shared by the different schools in this half of the state. We
were lucky that the camp was only two hours away, some schools had really
long bus rides.

Josef Stalin has an education class for students who are thinking of
becoming teachers, and we frequently helped out in the elementary or middle
schools, The top four students in the class are chosen to assist with
outdoor school. Picture me shining my fingernails on my chest and blowing on
them in pretend modesty since Carly and I were one and two in the class.
Though I won't bore you with who is who.

The roster also includes a parent chaperone for each group and four of the
middle school teachers.
The trip to the middle school parking lot took about a minute and a half. We
shared a common parking lot. So it was out the front door of the school,
after stopping at our lockers to grab our backpacks and stuff our clothes
into them, across the high school side of the parking lot and into the
middle school side where four buses were waiting.

We saw Mr. Atwood standing between two of the buses, his foot on a bumper
writing on a clipboard. I glanced sideways at Carly, she shrugged and we
headed for him.

"Mr. Atwood. We have a slight problem." I said as we approached.

Mr. Atwood growled. "I don't have time for slight problems. I don't have
time for small problems and I definitely don't have time for big problems."
he said without looking up.

"I don't have a problem, but you might." I explained.

"I also don't have time for riddles." he moaned. "If you're not part of the
solution, you're part of the..."

"Mr. Atwood, look at me." Carly said.

Atwood looked up, smiled and looked back at his clipboard. Then he looked up
again, this time his eyes having trouble staying in his head. "You're..."

"Naked." Carly and I finished for him.

"But...."

"The program." Carly explained.

"But..."

"Beech said if you don't like it, you can get other volunteers." I
explained.

"Give me a second to process..." he said, I noticed that his eyes hadn't
left Carly's tits. Not that I could blame him.

"Well..." he said finally. "I guess we'll just have to deal with it. The
kids all know about the program. And some of them have been over at the high
school and seen participants." He looked me over for about ten seconds and
then studied Carly for about a minute. "There's a section in the program
pamphlet about protective gear for activities, so if it gets cold or wet,
you have my permission in advance to put on as much clothes as you need."

I was glad he thought of that, because I hadn't. The outdoor school camp was
pretty high up on the mountain and in March it could still get pretty cold,
not to mention rain or snow.

Mr. Atwood finally stopped staring at Carly's chest and looked back at his
clipboard. "Are Doug and Marcia..." he left the question unfinished.

"I don't think so." Carly answered. "Beech was looking for Jerry and Carl,
but he didn't mention anybody else."

"That's something." he muttered. "We have 115 students this year. I've
broken them into four groups. Paul your group is twenty-eight of the boys
and Carly your group is twenty-seven. Doug and Marcia each have thirty in
their groups, but they have easier groups. I figured you two could handle
it. Is this..." he glanced again at our naked bodies, "going to make a
difference?"

"I don't think so." I answered quickly and Carly nodded.

"Each group has a counselor." he nodded to us, "and a parent chaperone."

"I hope the parents don't freak." Carly muttered, and Atwood nodded.

"We have four buses, so we're going to divide by group right here. Carly
you'll be in bus one and Paul in bus two." He looked up and we nodded our
understanding. "Remember, this is supposed to be fun, but it's also supposed
to be a learning experience." We nodded again.

"And it looks like it's Showtime." he said and we looked toward the middle
school and saw a huge mob heading our way. The noise was incredible as over
a hundred kids talked excitedly at once, but amazingly it quieted as they
got near the bus.

You know the dream they're always talking about. Where you walk into class
without your clothes on. A class, that's like twenty-five or thirty kids.
Now imagine 115 students, three other teachers, four parents, four bus
drivers and two other high school counselors. Have you ever had 256 eyes
stare at you when you were stark naked? It's disconcerting.

I turned to whisper something to Carly and my hard-on which had come back
with all the eyes on me brushed against Carly's leg. That caused a lot of
giggles from the mob. It also caused me to blush bright red. I could feel
the blush on my face and neck and it wouldn't have surprised me if it
extended all the way to my pointy little spear, but I resisted the
temptation to look.

"Settle down!" Mr. Atwood said. He didn't yell, but his voice projected out
through the mob. "Settle down or we'll all go back to class." That got their
attention. "A few of you may have noticed that two of our counselors have
been chosen for the program this week." That got a few laughs.

"Does anyone have a problem with Paul and Carly being in the program?" The
kids all stood frozen staring at me and Carly. Three of the parents standing
in the back looked at each other, not sure whether they should object or
not. The forth parent, a woman just stared at me with a funny grin on her
face, which made me feel even more naked. I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone
to object or not. If they objected, did that mean that Mr. Atwood would tell
us to get dressed, or tell us to go back to school.

"No objections, good." he continued.

"Hey Doug." I called. "You've already been in the program. You could strip
too, for moral support." I called out.

Doug shook his head, "What makes you think I support your morals." he called
back with a grin.

"Marcia?" Carly called out.

"Doesn't make the right fashion statement." she yelled back. I had to admit
I liked the fashion statement she was making with her tight jeans and low
cut sweater which showed off the tops of her large breasts.

Definitely not dress code.

Yes, strangly enough, we still have a dress code that tells girls just how
much leg or chest they can show, and things like that. Sometimes it's like
living in an alternate universe. Carly can run around nude, but Marcia could
get detention because her skirt was too short, or she showed too much
cleavage. Go figure adults.

Mr. Altman decided to get us back on track. "When I call your name, please
go stand in front of the bus number I give you. Robert Allen, bus four. John
Alman, bus two. Sally Atwood, bus one. That's my bus by the way." His
daughter stepped forward and stuck her tongue out at her dad. Mr. Atwood
smiled at his daughter and stuck his tongue out in return, then checked that
the boys had both gone were they were supposed to.

It took about twenty minutes to get all the groups together in front of
their buses.

"Doug, you and Mr. Martell will be on bus four. Marcia, you have bus three
along with Mrs Tate. Mr. Linwood and Paul will have the second group and
Carly and I will be on the first bus. Parents, you're on the same bus as
your child. Everybody ready?"

"Mr. Atwood?" a hand went up in the line for bus one.

"Yes, Ashley."

A girl stepped out of her place in line and I recognized her as Ashley
Martin. She was very pretty and just a little taller than most of the girls
in line with her. She was a sixth grader, though she was thirteen. She'd
been held back in the forth grade. Carly and I helped out in the middle
school frequently and I knew Ashley could always be called upon to make an
embarrassing comment or question.

"My big brother was in the program a couple of weeks ago." I remembered.
Dennis had not been a happy camper. His cock was huge and hard almost
constantly and he got real tired of all the comments and jokes. Being an
all-state halfback, most of the jokes were made where he couldn't hear them.

"That's nice, and your point?"

"Well, I read the program pamphlet."

"Yes?"

"Boys are supposed to use girl's restrooms and showers and vice versa." I
saw what was coming and made a mental note to hurt Ashley.

"Yes?"

"Shouldn't Paul be with our group and Carly with the boys then?" she asked
sweetly.

"I don't know..." he mused, looking at me and Carly, then at the four groups
of preteens.

"After all, the program is set up that way for a reason." Ashley continued.

Mr. Atwood looked upset and motioned for the other teachers to join him. The
stepped back and went into a huddle a few feet away. I don't know what was
said, but I saw Mrs. Tate motion to the small building set off at the top of
the parking lot, the district office.

After a minute, the huddle broke apart. "Miss Martin has a good point. Paul
you'll be with me and Carly, you'll go with Mr. Linwood." I thought I saw a
small smile creep across Linwood's face, but who could blame him.

"All right, pardners..." Mr. Atwood said in a passable John Wayne imitation
as he circled a finger above his head, "Head 'em up and move 'em out."

I stepped up behind the line of girls boarding the first bus, making sure my
spear didn't goose the sixth grader in front of me. In the front of the
line, I could hear Sally Atwood telling everybody "Daddy practices the John
Wayne bit every year."

It was a large bus. Much larger than necessary for the twenty seven girls,
teacher, parent and me. The girls all settled in the back of the bus while
Mr. Atwood and Debbie Martin, Ashley's mom took the seats on either side of
the aisle in the first row. That left five rows of empty seats between the
adults and the kids and I took the row in the middle leaving me a nice
little no-man's land in between.

The first hour was pretty quiet. I could hear Mr. Atwood and Mrs. Martin up
front discussing old rockers like Elton John, David Bowie and Peter
Frampton. In the back I could hear the buzz of a dozen different
conversations and at least three different boom boxes.
My cock would soften then some little munchkin would go up front to ask Mr.
Atwood something and coming back would make a point of checking me out and
I'd get hard all over again. It was not the most comfortable ride I'd ever
taken.

I was almost dozing when a small voice brought me back. "Can I touch it?" I
opened my eyes and three girls were hanging over the seat in front of me and
two more stood in the aisle. Janae was in between Danni and Stephy, the
twins. Ashley and Kayla were standing in the aisle. It was Kayla who'd
spoken.

"I don't think so." I answered stiffly, aware that my cock twitched at the
thought of being touched.

"The rules say any reasonable request." Ashley reminded me.

"That's for high school students." I told her, my voice making it clear that
I thought she was a little girl. Though I had to admit, for a little girl,
her tits were just as big as Carly's and she didn't bother with a bra.

"Actually, the pamphlet says 'student request'. It doesn't specify high
school student."

"But..." what did she do, memorize the damn thing.

"What happens if you turn down a reasonable request?" Janae wanted to know.

"I'd have to do an extra week in the program." I admitted.

"So, can I touch it?" Kayla asked again.

"I guess..." I started, but Kayla had sat down next to me and without any
hesitation wrapped her eleven year old hand around my favorite appendage.

I kept reminding myself that she was a little girl and I was almost an adult
as my cock reacted to the feeling of her hand around it. It felt damn good,
especially after having been hard so long. I was amazed that I didn't shoot
off at once.

"Let me." Danni said and reached over the seat. Kayla let go of my shaft and
cupped my balls as Danni's hand wrapped around the head of my cock.

"Too bad you're not in school, then you could ask for relief." Ashley mused.
The program allowed boys to ask for relief at the beginning of each period.
Usually one or more girls would volunteer to help but sometimes the
unpopular ones would have to do it to themselves. "Would you like relief?"

You know the scene in the old science fiction movies when a computer would
sputter and spark as it tried to process two conflicting commands? That's
what my head felt like. On the one hand, the idea of a little girl giving me
relief was ridiculous. I mean, I'm not some kind of child molester. The
hands on my cocks were only eleven for heaven's sake. But on the other hand,
my damn cock had been hard almost continuously for two hours and the idea of
relief was like the holy grail.

"I don't..." I'm not sure what I was going to say, my brain was still
spinning. But Ashley took it for yes. She leaned across Kayla's lap and her
lowered her face over my crotch. Danni let go of my shaft and Ashley sucked
the head into her mouth. As her lips closed over my cock, I felt a wave of
pleasure like never before.

My balls, still cupped in Kayla's hand clenched and then released in a spasm
and I could feel the first gush of semen explode from the head of my cock
into Ashley's mouth. I had the feeling that she'd done this before, because
she reacted like a vacuum cleaner, pulling every drop deep into her throat.
My eyes clenched shut and I felt like I was riding a wave of pleasure as
Ashley's tongue expertly caressed my head and her lips moved up and down my
shaft.

"Go Ashley, Go Ashley." I heard the three girls in the seat ahead of us
chant.

"I see everything's all right here." I heard Mr. Atwood say and opened my
eyes to see him standing in the aisle next to us.

"Uh." was all I could say.

"Everything's fine." Ashley said as she sat up and wiped a single drop of
cum from the corner of her mouth. "I was just giving Paul a little relief."

"That's very nice of you." Mr. Atwood said and passed back toward the back
of the bus. I wondered if I could still get into Stanford if I got expelled
for getting a blowjob from a sixth grader while on a school trip.

Then I remembered that Ashley's mom was just a few rows ahead of us. I
looked forward and she had leaned back and appeared to be dozing. The girls
were all playing with my deflated cock, which I worried wouldn't stay
deflated long if they continued their explorations.

"You'd better go back to your seats now." I said in a raspy voice. "We'll be
at the camp soon."

The younger girls started to complain but Ashley took charge. "Sure thing.
After all, we've got all week." They got up and with Stephy giving my snake
a last squeeze moved toward the back of the bus. I wondered what Ashley
meant by that.

Chapter 3
Monday Morning - Outdoor School Camp


"I see the swellings gone down." Carly greeted me as I stepped off the bus.
Ours was the last bus to arrive.

"How was your trip?" I asked. I'd been the last one off the bus. The girls
in my group had all joined into the general mob in the dirt parking lot of
the camp.

"Interesting. You'd think none of those boys had ever seen a tit before."
she said with a grin.

"Well, it is an especially beautiful tit." I said and blushed.

"Thank you." Carly replied with a raised eyebrow. "How was your ride?"

"It was fine the first half, but then a few of the girls thought that
touching my, uh, cock was a reasonable request. Did you know that the
pamphlet doesn't specify high school students when it talks about reasonable
requests?"

"Yeah. I've got one in my bag and I read it as soon as I got on the bus. Did
you let them?"

"I had to, it was reasonable."

"Yeah, I don't want to do an extra week either. So whose hand did you cum
all over and did you scare her?"

"I, uh..." Carly arched her eyebrow again and I decided to come clean.
"Actually, Ashley gave me a blowjob. She thought I needed relief." I knew I
was blushing again. "I didn't ask." I added quickly.

"Ashley Martin?" I nodded. "Why am I not surprised?" she asked herself.

She looked at my face and laughed. "I'll bet you're feeling guilty as hell?"

"Wouldn't you?" I retorted.

"Knowing you and knowing Ashley and understanding male anatomy, not a bit."
she said smugly.

***


The day went pretty smoothly from there. We took about an hour to get
everyone settled in their bunk rooms. The bunk rooms were long with thirteen
bunkbeds on one side and twelve bunk beds and a single bed on the other. The
single bed was for the student counselor and sat right next to the door. In
the back, there was a shower room with a large open shower and half a dozen
toilet stalls and sinks. Then next to it their was a small room for the
chaperone. My bunkroom was on one side of the dining hall and Carly's was on
the other. There were two more bunk rooms on either side of the recreation
hall. And a small building in between that held the administration office
and several small apartments for the teachers.
With beds for fifty and only twenty seven girls, we had lots of room to
spread out. After we all settled in, we headed next door to the dining hall
for a lunch of hamburgers and potato chips and listened to the resident camp
director tell us about the upcoming week.

Bill Lang was a graduate student in ecology who was spending four months
living at the camp and hosting groups from all the schools in this part of
Idaho as they learned , or at least pretended to learn about nature.

As we got to know him, we discovered that he was a pretty neat guy, and
passionate about nature and ecology. But he was not happy about Carly and
me. Maybe I should say after he got done staring at Carly and slobbering, he
was not happy about us. He went into a meeting with Mr. Atwood and the other
teachers as soon as we were assigned to our bunkrooms. When we saw him at
lunch, he still didn't look happy.

After he'd given us the schedule of events, subject to change by the
weather, he called Carly and I up to the small raised stage where the
parents and teachers had their table. My cock had been quiet since Ashley
gave it her treatment, but now as I stood in front of the room, I felt it
stirring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, take a good look." he ordered and we could feel all
the adolescent eyes on us. He indicated that we should turn slowly around
and we did. "This..." he waved to us, "is part of nature, but it is not the
nature we are going to be studying. Mr. Atwood has explained THE PROGRAM to
me and I think it's probably a good thing, but try not to let it get in the
way of why you are here. We are going to learn about the eco-system of the
forest, we'll leave human anatomy for another time."

He seemed satisfied that they got the message, because he sent Carly and I
back to our seats and then gave final instructions for the afternoon's
activities.

***


My cock decided to behave. It had half risen during Mr. Lang's talk but then
it retreated and all was well. One funny moment happened on our first nature
walk. Several of the girls had come over and wanted to feel my limp little
worm, including Sally Atwood.

"When you let Janae feel you up, she said it was hard and throbbing." she
accused.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"It's not now, That isn't fair."

"Well, I suppose we could go talk to your dad about it. He might have a
suggestion."

Sally decided that flaccid was okay and scampered off with her friends.

Can't you just picture it, Sally standing in front of her father saying,
'But Daddy, he won't get a hard-on for me.'

Anyway, as I was saying, my cock decided to behave until later that
afternoon and that was my fault.

The groups had all come back from their nature walks. There were over a
dozen different trails and each group had taken a different one. Marcia,
Carly and I were all comparing notes, Doug had disappeared somewhere.
Marcia's not my favorite person, in fact, she's one of my least favorite
persons except from a decorative point of view, but when there's only three
other kids your age within thirty miles, you make allowances.

You know how in the teenaged high school movies, there's always a queen bee
type to persecute the hero? Marcia could have eaten her for breakfast. Head
cheerleader even though she was a junior and there were four seniors on the
squad. Editor of the school paper, and just to break stereo type, vice
president of the honor society and captain of the debate team. She was also
a stone fox. Coal black hair that hung halfway down her back, generous tits
and an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.

So we talked for several minutes and Carly and Marcia decided to go to the
rec hall and I was going back to my bunk, that's when I made my mistake. I
watched those two beautiful asses move away from me comparing the way they
moved. Carly's totally unencumbered by clothing, and Marcia's squeezed into
a pair of jeans at least two sizes too small for her. As I watched, my
friend came roaring back for a visit.

I walked into the bunkroom and several girls immediately noticed my erect
member. A few came out to touch it, including Sally Atwood. "That's more
like it." she cooed as her hand stroked my tentpole. After a couple of
minutes, I shooed them away and went to lay on my bed, my flagpole pointing
proudly to the ceiling, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced..

"Attention! Attention, K-Mart shoppers." I yelled after a couple of minutes.
"In exactly fourteen minutes, at ten till, I will be taking a shower before
dinner." There were a few giggles but mostly the room was quiet. "I don't
mention that so that you little pervs can get front row seats..."

"Hey!" several objected.

"But if you don't want me checking you out in the shower, you may want to
get your showers first." I pretended to stare at the ceiling, but noticed
several girls turn bright red at the thought. Most of the girls grabbed
towels and headed for the shower room.

I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, counting the lines in the wood
grain. Then I swung my legs off the bed and sat up. The room was empty. I
checked my watch and rummaged in my backpack for a towel. One thing I'll say
in the program's favor, it doesn't take long to get ready for a shower.

I pulled out my favorite Scooby Doo towel and headed for the shower room.
The entire group was in there. Most were dressed, but a few were wrapped
sarong style in towels. I ignored them and hung my towel on a hook and
stepped into the empty shower bay. I turned on the water and let it get hot.
"Is everybody ready for dinner?" I asked as I stepped under the spray.

There were several grunts and other unintelligible answers. I picked up a
bar of soap and started lathering my chest.

"I haven't had my shower yet." a voice said. Even if I hadn't recognized
Ashley's voice, I would have known it was her. I looked over and she dropped
the towel she'd been wrapped in and stepped toward me. For a thirteen year
old, she looked pretty good. I remembered the blowjob she'd given me and my
cock twitched. Her tits were the same size as Carly's though her areolas
were smaller and darker. The patch of hair above her pussy was a lot smaller
too.

"I'll get your back for you." she offered and before I could object, she had
another bar of soap and was lathering my back. It didn't take her long to
work down to my butt and as her soapy finger slid between my cheeks I felt
my cock twitch again.

"I need my shower too." Sally Atwood said and quickly dropped her towel. She
was smaller than Ashley. Her tits had just begun to swell and the hair on
her pussy was so fine, I almost thought she was bald at first. She stepped
into the shower with us, soaped up a hand and without bothering to ask,
started to help me clean my cock. Her soapy hand slid up and down my six
inches and before I could warn her, my sperm gushed out and splatted across
her stomach and legs.

She dropped me and jumped back just as a second stream dribbled out and
landed on the shower floor. The other girls laughed as Sally wiped at the
sticky white goo. I didn't know what to say, 'sorry about that' just didn't
seem to cover it. Sally turned and ran out of the shower room, not even
bothering to pick up her towel.

Ashley was still cleaning my ass, trying to work her soapy little finger
into my asshole. I reached back and captured her hand. "Enough!" I said and
started rinsing myself off. As I stepped out of the shower and picked up my
towel the girls scattered back to the bunkroom. I dried myself off, sneaking
a few looks at Ashley who was calmly soaping her sexy little body.

When I was dry, I leaned over and picked up Sally's towel and walked back
into the bunkroom. All the girls were dressed and sitting together in groups
on the bunks except Sally. She was still naked and laying face down on her
bunk. I walked over and sat down. "You okay?"

She rolled over and looked at me, "I guess so?" It was more of a question
than an answer.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't have time to warn you."

"That's okay. I was just surprised." She lifted one leg up and put her foot
on the bed next to her other knee, opening her pussy up. "Did you like it?"
she asked coyly.
"It felt very good." I admitted.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked in her sexiest voice.

"No!" I yelled.

The room got very quiet, then the laughter started. Some whispers, then more
laughter. Sally looked like she wanted to crawl inside her pillowcase as she
lay there staring up at me, just a hint of a tear in the corner of her eye.

I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at the two of us.

I was not happy. Not happy with myself. Not happy with Sally. Not happy with
my group. And definitely not happy with Beech. Something very nasty was
going to happen to our vice principal.

"I will count to three and everyone will be gone to dinner, or you will be
very unhappy." I said in my most serious voice.

"Or what?" Ashley challenged. "You'll spank us?"

"No, you'd enjoy that. Remember Rick?" There was only one Rick in the sixth
grade. Nice kid but a major geek. Picked his nose and his butt and had
several other less than wholesome habits. It was a good thing that he was a
computer genius because he was going to need ten or twenty million dollars
to get a date.

"If there is anyone here when I count three, I will arrange for them to get
some alone time with Rick. I hear he wants to learn to french kiss." I
grinned.

"One."

"You're bluffing." Ashley challenged.

"Maybe. Two."

A couple of girls edged toward the door. I grinned and they broke. I never
said three, but the room was empty except for Sally and me.

"Sit up!" I ordered and she slowly complied. When she was sitting on the
side of the bed, I picked her up and sat her on my leg, my arm around her
back. I realized that if her dad walked in now, I'd never get to Stanford
and would be lucky to get into Watermelon Mountain Community Collage.

"Number one. I like you a lot.




"Number two. I think you're cute."

"And number three. You keep surprising me."

She'd been looking down, whether at her toes or my limp dick, I didn't know.
Now she looked up at me. "You think I'm cute? That's all?"

"You're twelve. That's all there is right now. Sorry." I smiled at her. "I'm
seventeen and to me, you're a very cute kid. But you are a kid. Understand?"

"But Ashley's only thirteen and you let her give you a blowjob?"

"I didn't let Ashley do anything. She just did. And the difference between
twelve and seventeen and thirteen and seventeen may not seem like much, but
trust me, it's huge."

"So you don't want to do anything with me?"

"Sally," I said, taking a stray hair and pushing it back on her head, "If I
were twelve, I'd be thinking so much about fucking you, that I probably
couldn't pass a second grade spelling test. Cat, K-A-T."

"And if I was seventeen, I wouldn't give you the time of day." she said with
a grin.

"Now that I can believe." I grinned back. "Race you to get dressed and get
to dinner. On your mark, get set, go." I said as fast as I could.

Sally jumped up and started pulling clean clothes out of her bag. "Hey, wait
a minute." she said as she pulled on a pair of pink panties. "You don't have
to get dressed." she accused.

"I have to put on shoes." I said in my defense. "

I don't know what she was complaining about. As I was tying my second shoe,
she was scooting out the door yelling "See ya sucker."

I grinned to myself as I finished tying a bow.

"That was sweet."

Even though I was sitting down, I felt like I jumped a foot. I looked around
and Debbie Martin, Ashley's mom was leaning against a bunk about four rows
away.

I stood up ."I didn't realize that anyone was here."

"I especially liked the part where you told her that if you were twelve,
you'd be thinking about fucking her all the time."

"I, uh..." what do you say to that. Normally a counselor shouldn't be
talking about wanting to fuck one of his twelve year olds. But there hadn't
been anything normal about this day since I walked into Ol'Leech's office.

"Oh, I'm not mad." she said as she moved closer. "I was jut surprised that
you didn't tell her that you only fucked for love." She reached down and
grabbed my limp cock, cupping it in her hand and rubbing it with her thumb.

"I, uh, I couldn't very well say that after she heard that As... that I'd
gotten a blowjob earlier." I didn't want to make things worse by admitting
that her daughter had done the deed.

"Honest and sincere."

"Uh." I was amazed as how quickly my cock was coming alive under her touch.
I mean, if Ashley was thirteen that meant she was probably thirty one or
two. Intellectually, I realized that wasn't all that old, but it seemed old.
But she was actually a very pretty woman. Big tits and long legs. Not a bad
combination.

"I'm not twelve. Will you fuck me?"

"Uh, Mrs Martin, I don't know..."

"Hush, I do." she whispered and continued to stroke my now stiff rod. "I've
been watching that tool of yours all day, and I think I have just what you
need."

"Mrs. Martin, we..."

"Maybe you should stop calling me Mrs Martin." she said as she pulled my
cock under her knee length skirt and I realized that she hadn't bothered
with panties. My head touched the folds of her pussy and I realized that she
was already wet and ready. I knew I should protest, but instead I drove my
cock forward and entered her in one thrust. "Easy stud." she cooed. "We have
time."

I pulled my cock almost out of her warm moistness and then slammed it back
in. She grabbed my hips and then maneuvered us to where she could fall back
on the bunk with me on top. With the added leverage I was able to pushed
even deeper inside of her. I felt like I was pushing up against her spine.
Her cunt seemed to grip at my cock as I tried to pull out again. I felt like
I was ready to explode.

She grabbed my shoulders and rolled us over until I was on my back and she
was sitting straddled across my hips. "Easy big boy." she cooed, "Try to
make it last."

I wanted to, but I knew that I was too close. If it hadn't been for Sally's
accidental hand job a few minutes before, I wouldn't have lasted this long.
Mrs Martin slowly fucked me, her speed building as she realized that I was
so close.

"I'm gonna..." the rest was lost in a long sigh as the pressure that had
been building in me released and my cum gushed into her warm receptive
pussy. She kept pumping as she drained every drop from my shrinking cock,
the she lay down against me.

"Did you...?" I started to ask, embarrassed at my lack of control.

"No, but that's okay. You needed it more than I did."

"I..."

"Hush." she told me. "Next time will be better."

I hadn't even considered a next time. It may seem callous, but I wasn't even
sure I wanted a repeat performance.

"I wasn't wearing a rubber." I stuttered.

"I noticed." she grinned as she pulled herself off of me. Her skirt covered
her, but I imagined I heard a little plop as my cock pulled free.

"It was fun, stud." she said as she walked away, looking like a typical PTA
mom. I wondered if my sperm would leak down her leg.

I lay on the bunk, catching my breath. I was a little embarrassed and a lot
annoyed that the Martin family seemed to be taking control of my sex life. I
admit, that my sex life hadn't been much up to this point, but it had been
mine. I'd had exactly six blow jobs in my life before Ashley. From two
different girls. And now her mom had gotten my cherry. What was next, big
brother Dennis going after my ass.

I got up and went in to take another quick shower. I wanted to eat dinner
with Carly, and didn't want to smell like sex.

Or Mrs Martin.

Chapter 4
Monday Night


Carly and I were sitting around one of the campfires. There were six
burning, all with logs circled around them for people to sit on. We were
both wearing t-shirts and sweat pants since the night had turned cold, even
sitting near the fire. I hadn't bother with underwear, and I knew that Carly
hadn't either, since I'd watched her dress.
Most of the kids who'd been sitting around our fire had moved to other
fires, or back to the bunkrooms, so Carly and I had some privacy, at least
for a few minutes. I put my arm around her and she moved in closer. Strictly
for warmth you understand.

Jerry's dad worked for the Bureau of Land Management for the federal
government. I wondered for a second how hard it would be to hack into the
BLM computers and transfer him to Texas or Florida. I grinned at the
thought.

"You seem to be in a pretty good mood." Carly remarked.

"It hasn't been the worst day in my life." I admitted.

"Program and all?"

"Program and all."

We stared into the fire for a little while. I noticed a few more kids
deserting the fires and heading for the bunkrooms.






"Still a virgin?" Carly asked a few minutes later with a small giggle.

I pulled away from her and stared at her startled expression. "I, us, that
is, I mean, why would you say that?" I sputtered.

Carly grinned. "Paul, relax. Breath." I realized that I hadn't been. "I was
making a joke, not an accusation."

"I..."

"Paul. You don't have anything to be ashamed of. I was joking, I said.
You're my friend, I'm not here to judge you. Obviously something happened.
But you have nothing to feel guilty about. You're in a hard, excuse me, a
difficult situation. If you wind up fucking all the little girls in camp, I
won't think any less of you."

"But they're just kids." I protested, even though I hadn't touched any of
them.

"Fully equipped kids in a lot of cases." Carly reminded me. I felt relieved.
"Of course, touch Marcia, and I'll make your life a living hell." she added
with an evil grin.

"Thought never entered my mind." I said truthfully. I'd admired Marcia, but
never considered doing anything with her.

"Liar!" Carly accused.

I put my hand over my heart. "Swear to God."

"Well, okay." Carly said and settled back against my side.

I decided that I wanted carly to know the truth. To know everything.

"It wasn't one of the sixth graders." I said softly.

"Oh?" she seemed to stiffen a bit.

"It was Ashley's mom."

"Uh..." This time she definitely tensed. I wondered if I'd just run off the
cliff like Wiley Coyote and was now hanging in mid air, legs pumping and
nowhere to go but down.

"I think you should know something." Carly said after a minute. "Mrs Martin
has already fucked Mr. Linwood today. And I think she might have done
something with Bobby Tanger's dad. She's kind of a nympho."

I relaxed. Carly wasn't mad, she was worried about my feelings.

"I'm not in love with her or anything." I assured her. "In fact, it wasn't
even my idea. It just kind of happened."

"She couldn't resist your little toy." carly said and patted the crotch of
my sweat pants. My first reaction was shock. My second was that I wished I
hadn't put on pants.

"It's not that little." I said defensively.

"Relax Tiny." she said, patting my crotch again. "You have nothing to be
ashamed of."

I looked around and saw that we were the only ones still sitting by the
fires. I made as if to get up. "I wonder if Marcia is still up?" I said.

Carly's hand closed on my cock which had been soft even with the pats, but
now started to get hard again. "I could have this stuffed and mounted on my
wall." she said with a hard squeeze.

"Your mom would never let you." I said. "You'd have to keep it in a drawer."
She squeezed again. "If you're not careful, there's going to be a mess to
clean up."

"Not my problem." she said and with a final squeeze, let go.
"You know, it's been a strange day. I had a dozen different fingers in my
pussy." she mused. I wondered if that was an invitation. "And two in my
ass." She stood up. "We'd better go check on our animals."

I grunted in reply and stood up too. We walked toward the dining hall
together, as we got to the building, we split up and headed for our
respective doors. Just before she opened her door, Carly called, "You know,
I can think of a lot worse things than being in the Program with you at
outdoor school." Then she disappeared inside, leaving me to wonder just what
she meant.

Chapter 5
Tuesday Morning


"You know, you're cuter than I remembered." Marcia said as she stepped up
behind me. She was wearing a pair of very short cut-offs and a half shirt.

"That's probably because you only remember my clothes, and you didn't like
them." I said dryly.

"Probably. She agreed, missing the sarcasm. We were waiting outside the
office for Bill Lang to get copies of the daily schedule. "Is that your
usual morning wood?" she asked

"Uh." I grunted. Usually, my morning hard-on didn't last all the way through
breakfast.

"It's kind of nice." she said wrapping her hand around it.

"Marcia, I don't..."

"Reasonable request, remember." she said as her hand started moving up and
down my shaft. "It's not as big as Tommy Lane's" she mused. "But definitely
bigger than Johnny Kenwood's."

I wondered just how many cocks she'd had her hands on and if she was going
to compare me to the entire list. It only took a half dozen strokes before
my cock spasmed and three large spurts of cum splattered on the floor.

"You really need to work on your endurance." she suggested as she released
my once proud cock.

Before I could think of a retort, the office door opened and Bill Lang
stepped out holding several papers. He glanced at the two of us, then the
small puddle on the floor. Without a word, he handed us each some of the
papers and went back into the office.

I blushed, but Marcia seemed totally unconcerned. She patted me on the butt,
said "Ta-ta." and left with her share of the papers. I looked around to see
if anyone had seen. I saw no one. I glanced down at the small puddle of goo
on the floor, but I didn't see anything to clean it up with, so I left it.

***


As I walked back toward the dining hall, I thought about me life. In the
last twenty four hours, I'd been blown, fucked, and hand jobbed and not once
was it my idea. I wondered if one of the hidden purposes of the program was
to have me lose control of my life. Or at least, lose the illusion that I
had any control of my life.

I smiled when I saw Carly standing out in front of the dining hall, and
wondered how she'd take the news that Marcia had given me a hand job. At
least last night had been peaceful. I'd gone back in the bunkroom, my
hard-on leading the way and plopped onto my back on my bed. Several of the
girls had approached for a feel, but a dark look from me changed their
minds. Ashley's mom hadn't been around, and in fact didn't come back all
night, though she was sitting at breakfast as if noting had happened.

***


We were all a little winded as we reached the halfway point of our nature
walk. We'd been on trail number three and it was all uphill. The good news
was that it would be downhill on the way back. Mr. Atwood was in a good
mood. The girls had all seemed at least a little interested as he pointed
out various plants and flowers, most marked with small unobtrusive signs.

The handout that I'd brought him from Bill Lang had pointed out spots where
we were likely to spot small animals. The girls all cooed over the baby
rabbits we saw and had to be reminded repeatedly not to get too close.

A few minutes before we'd reached the top, we'd stopped to watch a hawk
circling above us. Everyone was silent as the hawk swooped and circled, then
suddenly dove into the brush on the mountainside below us. I think Jenna
Magnus summed it up for most of the girls a few seconds later when the hawk
returned to the sky a small animal clutched in it's talons, "Uhh, gross." It
was pretty far away and I told the girls it was a big rat, though I thought
it was a small rabbit. The circle of life, you got to love it.

Mr. Atwood had me a the back of the pack, watching for stragglers.
Unfortunately it also had me watching all those little butts as they wiggled
their way up the mountain. About half of the girls were wearing jeans and
apparently they had trouble finding their sizes, because most of them looked
a few sizes too small. The rest were in shorts and cut-offs, most of which
went against the current fad to really long shorts. Most of these were right
up to their crotches.

Intellectually, I knew these were kids, Little girls. But somehow my cock
didn't get the message. It was like an old hunting dog that was ready to
flush some fresh game. Just a note, taking a long uphill hike with a really
hard cock swaying in the breeze is not the most fun way I've ever spent a
morning.

We scattered around a small clearing at the top of the trail. Mr. Atwood and
Mrs Martin were looking at something off to one side and I found a small
semi-private area off to the other. I tried sitting on an old log, but old
dry bark and bare butts don't mix well. Scratchy. So I stood, looking back
down the mountain.

Watermelon Mountain, both the town and the mountain itself had been named in
honor of Jedidiah T. Watermelon. The rumor was that it wasn't safe for a
young good looking guy like myself to bend over when around old Jedidiah.
Another rumor was that Jedidiah was actually the son of a British Lord who
was a little too friendly with the boys in his Sunday school class and was
sent to the United States to make his fortune, and hopefully not embarrass
dear old dad. Whatever, it was a beautiful mountain.

"Is it a compass too." A voice said from behind me.

I started to ask what, when I realized that my little spear was pointing
almost directly North. "It has all sorts of uses." I said as I turned
around. About half of the girls were standing behind me.
"Maybe you could use it o cut down a tree." Janae suggested as she wrapped a
hand around the head.

"Or dig a well?" Sally suggested cupping my balls.

"Girls, don't be mean." Ashley said as she pushed between them and dropped
to her knees. "Can't you see he's in pain. Don't you know that one of these
can kill a guy if left alone too long."

"I really wanted to tell Ashley and all the other girls that was an old myth
suggested by boys to girls to take advantage of their nurturing instincts,
but at that moment Ashley pulled Janae's hand away from my cock and her
mouth closed on the tip and I really didn't want to interrupt.

All of the other girls had come over and were watching as Ashley expertly
moved her mouth over my long suffering tool. On the one hand, I wanted to
prove myself superior and not react to the little minx's ministrations, but
on the other, I wanted to cum so hard I'd blow her onto her ass. I hated
myself for reacting to a thirteen year old, but admired her skill. It was a
dichotomy.

"Maybe you ladies could give them some privacy." I looked up at Mr. Atwood
just as my cock released a torrent of cum into Ashley's mouth. From the
corner of my eye, I noticed that Sally had managed to release my balls and
assume a disapproving, somewhat shocked look before her father noticed her

I made a note to suggest drama to her.

Ashley stood up and grinned unashamedly at Mr Atwood, then moved off toward
the other girls. "I've got to admit you've got balls." Mr. Atwood commented
dryly. "With her mother only fifty feet away." I looked over and Mrs Martin
was sitting on a log looking the other way.

"I, uh, it wasn't exactly my idea." I stuttered.
"You didn't stop it."

"I..."

"That's okay. In your position, I'm not sure I could have stopped it
either." Was that a note of envy in his voice? "Just try to be a little more
discreet. Like Mr. Lang said, That's not the kind of biology we're teaching
this week." He turned to walk back to Mrs Martin and I thought I caught the
hint of a smile on his face. I wondered if his reaction would have been as
calm if Sally had still had her hand on my balls when he came over.

Chapter 6
Tuesday Night


The kids were all sitting in the rec hall listening to Mr. Lang talk about
the food chain on the mountain and Carly and I decided to take a walk to
help dinner settle. The day had been pretty uneventful since Ashley's
blowjob. We'd finished our hike back at camp and then had lunch. Mr. Lang
had given a talk about flowers, then we'd taken another, though shorter
nature walk.

We'd gotten back about four and went down to the swimming hole. There was a
small stream that ran behind the camp and somebody had built a dam that let
a good sized depression fill with water and make a good sized swimming hole.
Only about twenty kids braved the water, it came right off the snow melt
further up the mountain and was really cold. Most just sat around and
enjoyed the free time.

We had dinner about six. Pork chops. I love pork chops and I ate way too
many of them. As the kids settled in for their lecture, I was feeling a
little uncomfortable in the middle and invited Carly for a walk. We grabbed
jackets because it was starting to cool off.

It probably looked pretty funny, two teenagers walking off wearing jackets
and nothing else. We finished up at the deserted swimming hole. and used the
jackets as seat covers on a convenient log. "It's been a hell of a day."
Carly said as she leaned against me and rested her head on my naked
shoulder.

"That it has." I agreed, thinking about Marcia's hand job and Ashley's
mouth. "So how many little fingers explored your pussy today?"

"About twenty." she admitted. "And three tongues."

"Really?" I was surprised.

"Yeah." she said, slightly embarrassed. That surprised me more. Carly didn't
get embarrassed.

"You want to tell me about it?" I figured that if I couldn't have her, I
could live vicariously through some little perverts.
"Okay." she agreed. "We were in the bunkroom getting ready for the swimming
hole this afternoon. Most of the boys had already left, only Timmy Abbott
and the Carlisle twins were left. They all got undressed and were making
sure I got an eyeful of their little wieners. 'What do you think?' Timmy
wanted to know, he was pushing his hips forward as mush as he could."

"I told him that it would probably grow someday."

"He must have loved that." I chuckled.

"The twins laughed and I thought he was going to punch them both out.
Anyway, he decided that he wanted to finger me. I told him that he hadn't
changed since the last time. He's had his finger in me more than anyone
else."

"You want me to have a talk with the little Casanova?" I asked, smacking my
fist into my open palm.

Carly smiled and shook her head. "I can handle it. Anyway, them Jimmy
Carlisle wanted to know what I tasted like. He'd heard about eating pussy.
So he and Kenny took turns licking me. Timmy didn't want to at first, I
think he thought it was gross. He decided he wanted a blowjob, and pouted
when I told him no. I'm sure glad the peer council decided that giving sex
was not a reasonable request."

"I can understand his disappointment." I said and felt my cock start to grow
in sympathy.

"You can, is that a subtle hint?" she asked with a grin.

"No, I mean, of course not." I stammered.

"Oh, lighten up. I was just kidding." she said, her grin getting bigger with
my discomfort.

"I, uh..." I looked down at my stiff rod which gave the lie to my
protestations.

"Paul, you're cute, when you're guilty." Carly said and wrapped her hand
around the base of my cock. She leaned up and kissed me on the side of my
mouth, then dropped her head toward my lap and her mouth engulfed my shaft.

"You don't have..." I stammered as my cock seemed to grow even bigger.

"I know that." Carly said, lifting off my cock, then running her tongue
around my head, and tickling at my pisshole.

"But, Jerry..."

Carly continued to move her lips up and down my shaft, the back of her
throat seemed to squeeze the head of my cock. I felt my balls tighten and
knew that I wouldn't last much longer.
"Carly, I'm gonna..." The first gush of cum beat the announcement that it
was on the way. Carly seemed unsurprised and milked all of the semen out of
my cock, her hand moving down to caress my balls.

Carly sat up and lay her head back on my shoulder.

"Carly, that was...I mean...You didn't....But..."

"You really have to learn to speak in complete sentences."

"I..."

"Was I as good as Ashley?"

"Ashley, who? But Jerry..."

"Don't worry about Jerry. He's walking around school with his dong hanging
out and probably getting relief every period, if not more. You know as well
as I do, that my ever lovin' boyfriend will take every advantage he can of
the situation."

I had to agree with that. Jerry wasn't one to let an opportunity pass by.

"Besides..." she continued, "I've wanted to do that since we were in the
sixth grade ourselves."

"You have?" I was amazed.

"But you were interested in everything that had already grown tits and I was
still pretty flat."

"It wasn't that." I protested. "I just didn't think of you that way."

"As a girl?"

"No, you're twisting it."

"Paul, take a breath and hold it." I did. "Now let it out slowly." I
followed instructions. "Now repeat after me, I will not..."

"I will not."

"Feel guilty when Carly teases me." she finished.

I hesitated.

"Say it." Carly prodded.

"You know how I hate to lie." I said.

"You're impossible." Carly accused.

"But cute." I reminded her.

"Is there something you'd like to do?"

I didn't answer, but shifted position, sitting Carly up and leaning down to
her tit. With my tongue I teased her nipple and areola for almost two
minutes. Then I looked her in the face. "That was worth waiting for." Too
bad you didn't have them in middle school."

Carly started to protest, changed her mind and kissed me on the nose. Then
she grabbed my head by the ears and pulled me forward into a long passionate
kiss. I was trying to decide if using my tongue would be pushing it, when
her tongue wormed it's way into my mouth.

We kissed and hugged for almost twenty minutes until she shivered and I
realized just how cold it was getting and suggested that we head back. As we
walked back into camp holding hands, my mind turned to the prom coming up in
a few weeks. I had a picture of walking in with Carly on my arm, but somehow
Jerry's smiling face kept getting in the way and I wondered just what this
all meant.

Chapter 7
Wednesday Afternoon


"Can I play with it?" Sally asked.

I'd collapsed on my bed after we'd come back from our second nature walk of
the day and Sally was standing over me. We'd gone downhill for the first
half of the trail, and I was prepared to swear that the second half had more
uphill than the first half had downhill.

I grunted. I wasn't sure exactly what I meant by the grunt, but Sally took
it as a yes. She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my two inch little
worm with her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it. She giggled and wiggled
it some more.

I looked around and several other girls had surrounded my bed and were
watching. About half had stripped down to bras and panties. The sun had come
out in full force today and the bunkroom had been absorbing heat all morning
and afternoon and was stifling.

My cock was staying soft despite Sally's attempts and I congratulated
myself, attributing my new found control to Carly and the events of last
night.

Becky Silverstein sat down on the opposite side of the bed and started
feeling my balls, rolling them around in the sac like marbles. As I lay
there, three of the girls took of their bras. Megan Pappas didn't have much
more than bug bites for tits, but Cindy Smith's were actually bigger than
Carly's. Calley Davis's were somewhere in between.

Danni Jennings had taken a position standing next to my head and now sipped
off her panties, leaving me looking at her almost bald little pussy. There
was just a small patch of down above her slit.

Her sister, Stephy had sat down behind Becky and had reached up between my
legs and was trying to push her little finger between the cheeks of my ass.

My cock started to respond. I could feel it start to stiffen in Sally's
fingers.

I looked down at my stiffening cock. I needed to put a stop to this now. I
looked up, and Danni had moved closer to the bed, her pussy just a few
inches from my face. My half hard cock twitched. Then I felt something wet
against my cock and looked down again and Sally had leaned down and licked
the head of my cock. She lifted her head up, the look on her face saying she
was trying to decide if she liked it, then she leaned down and licked it
again.

I needed to say something to take control back of the situation. But I
hadn't a clue what to say. Just then Sally wrapped her mouth around the head
of my cock and started to slip her lips down the shaft. I opened my mouth to
protest and Danni swung her leg over and straddled my face, setting her tiny
pussy right across my face. I heard Stephi say "Go Danni!" just as she
pushed her little finger right up my asshole. I was being raped by a group
of sixth grade girls.

My tongue decided on it's own to go exploring and tried to push it's way
deep into Danni's pussy. She was so tight, it didn't get far. In it's
defense, it had never had a pussy to lick before. I'd only gotten intimate
with two girls, they gave me a couple of blowjobs and let me finger their
pussies, but I'd never gotten my tongue into action.

Danni squirmed and wiggled as my tongue explored her pussy lips and tried to
probe inside. Suddenly I realized that my cock wasn't in Sally's mouth
anymore and that two different tongues were teasing it.

This was getting out of hand. I pulled my tongue out of Danni's cunt and was
going to push her off me when my cock spasmed and released a torrent of
white cream. Danni pressed her pussy hard over my face. I finally relaxed
from one of the greatest orgasms I'd ever had and could feel lots of little
fingers rubbing my thighs and pelvis where my cum had pooled.

Danni climbed off my face and looking embarrassed ran toward the shower
room. As the room came back into focus, I could see over half a dozen little
girls licking the tips of their fingers and knew what they were tasting.

"I was going to ask if you needed some relief, but I can see you don't."
Ashley said from the foot of my bed.

I got up, ignoring all the girls and went to the shower room to clean up.
Danni was standing next to a sink breathing hard, and when she saw me,
blushed and hurried into a toilet stall.

I grinned in spite of myself and went to the sink and started to run the
water, using my hand as a wash cloth to clean the semen of my legs and
pelvis. I knew at least two tongues had tasted my cock. I wondered who else
had helped Sally.

Chapter 8
Wednesday Night


The kids had been organized into twelve teams for a Jeopardy like contest
and I decided to stick around and watch. In truth, I was embarrassed to
think about Carly asking how my dad had been. I noticed Marcia and Doug
slipping out and wondered if they had hooked up, if only for the week.

Carly came over and held out her hand to me. I shook my head and patted the
empty chair next to me. Carly frowned, reached down and grabbed my nose and
pulled me to me feet and guided me by the nose outside. I few kids noticed
and giggled, but most had their attention on the front of the room.

"When I invite a cute boy on a walk in the moonlight, I don't take no for an
answer." Carly said as we stepped outside and she thankfully released my
nose.

"I'll remember that."

"If you were waiting for Marcia, she's busy doing Doug in her bunkroom."

"I wasn't waiting for Marcia. You know that."

"I thought after her little hand job yesterday, you'd changed your mind
about her. Well, Ashley's tied up with the contest."

"I wasn't waiting for Ashley." I said defensively.

"Well, her mom is busy riding Mr. Martell." she said as we sat down on the
logs by the swimming hole. We hadn't brought jackets to sit on, but
fortunately the logs had been worn down and weren't too bad.

"Really?" I said startled. "I'd wondered where he was."

"Would I lie?" Carly asked innocently.

"I wonder if she's going to try to nail Mr. Atwood or Lang?"

"Probably." Carly said as she lay her head on my shoulder.
"So who was your next target of seduction?"

"Has it crossed your mind, that maybe I was just sitting there, watching a
bunch of little kids and not thinking about sex."

"You're a teen boy, it never crossed my mind." Carly said impishly.

For some reason, her kidding really annoyed me. "And for the record, I
haven't seduced anyone. I've been molested."

"Poor baby." Carly agreed.

I started to reply but realized just how ridiculous it sounded. The truth
was that before this week I was usually thinking about sex. Thinking about
how to get fucked or sucked or even handled. The idea of getting as much
action as I had in the last three days would have been a dream come true. I
just missed having a little control over the situation. I decided right then
that I was going to be celibate until I could get dressed again.

As we sat there watching the dark water lap against the shore, I wondered if
Debbie Martin was a Nymphomaniac. And I wondered if the condition was
genetic.

***


As I got back to the bunkroom I realized that I'd pissed off Carly. She'd
expected me to try at least something with her, but I just sat there. I
probably should have told her about Danni and Sally and my feeling of losing
control, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to admit it.

The girls were all inside when I got back and surprisingly so was Mrs
Martin. She was standing by the door to her little room and as I walked in,
she inclined her head in invitation. I shook my head sharply once to let her
know I wasn't interested. She shrugged and went into her room by herself. I
sat on my bed and tried to figure out my life.

Mrs Martin came out a few minutes later and left without a word to anyone. I
figured she wouldn't be back. A couple of girls started toward me, smiles on
their faces and I ended their plans by announcing "Lights out in five
minutes." They reversed course and went back to their own bunks.

A few minutes later I clicked off the light and the room settled down into
quiet conversations. I knew they'd last about an hour and just ignored them.
My cock got hard and I had to continually remind myself not to touch.

I was celibate.

Chapter 9
Thursday Morning


When I woke up I remembered my resolve of the night before.

I also woke up with a raging hard-on.

Somehow, the two didn't go together well.

The sun was streaming in the high windows of the bunkhouse. I could tell it
was going to be another hot one. Most of the girls had done like I did and
slept with just a sheet. About half of them had kicked off even that. Of the
ones I could see, all but three were wearing long t-shirts as nightgowns.
The other three were wearing pajamas.

My cock twitched and I reached down to stroke it before I realized what I
was doing.

Celibacy was going to be harder than I thought.

Cathy Tate was in the bunk closest to me. She was one of the few girls that
hadn't felt my cock yet. She was also one of the ones who'd mostly kicked
her sheet off. She was sleeping with one leg in and one out. Her legs seemed
impossible long and ended at her pantied crotch where she clutched the edge
of the sheet. Powder blue panties with something embrodered on them, but I
couldn't make it out.

Maybe celibacy wasn't the answer I thought as I squeezed my cock.

Mom says that I have a tendency to go to extremes.

She also say that I have been known to shot myself in the foot.

Celibacy wasn't the answer, but controlling sex was. I needed sex in
acceptable forms and then I could control myself around the brats. I glanced
down the aisle and saw that Mrs. Martin's door was open just as she'd left
it last night. That meant she hadn't come back yet.

But even as I thought about her, I realized that I wasn't interested. She
might be acceptable, but se didn't really do a thing for me. I guess I just
wasn't the Mrs. Robinson or Dorothy from 'Summer of 42' type. It wasn't just
her age, she wasn't all that old. And there were several actresses her age
that turned me on. I couldn't put my finger on it.

Of course the only other adult female in the camp was Mrs Tate. But she was
at least sixty. She was supposed to retire three years ago, but the school
board asked her to stay on because they couldn't find the right replacement.

So adult sex was out of the question unless I decide to change my sexual
orientation, which just ain't gonna happen!
That leaves teen sex, and at the moment that was Marcia or Carly. Marcia had
made it clear that I wasn't good enough for her, except maybe the occasional
hand job when the mood struck, besides, she seemed to have a thing for Doug
at the moment.

And Carly, I was pretty sure, I had pissed off royally last night.

That left man's best friend.

His right hand.

I lay on my back, left hand behind my head, right hand wrapped around my
shaft and slowly stroked old faithful. For a few minutes, I watched the
ripples in the sheet that covered my mid-section, then closed my eyes.

I wasn't surprised when the image my imagination conjured up was Carly.

I was surprised that the image was Carly as I'd first seen her Monday
morning, in jeans and a black turtleneck instead of Carly in all her glory.
Is that warped or what.

I'm not sure how long I lay there, just enjoying that picture in my head.

"Can I do that?" a soft voice brought me back to the bunk room. I opened my
eyes and Kayla was standing over me watching the movement of the sheet.

I started to tell her to go back to bed then decided what the hell. I didn't
design the system. "Sure." I whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else.

She sat on the edge of my bed and snaked her hand under the sheet. She
fumbled around for a few seconds until I caught her hand and moved it to my
cock. At first she grabbed too tightly but I squeezed her wrist and she
relaxed. Then she started to slide her hand up and down.

"Am I doing it right?" she whispered. I nodded, not bothering to explain
that as long as she didn't cut off the blood flow there wasn't much she
could do wrong to a teenaged boy's cock.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked as she picked up the edge of the sheet
with her other hand and peeked beneath it.

I was tempted to tell her that as long as she was making me feel this good,
I'd think the Wicked Witch of the East was pretty, green skin and all. Then
I realized that I did think she was pretty. I didn't answer, I took my left
hand out from under my head and reached up and put it on the back of her
neck and slowly pulled her down until her face hovered above mine. I held
her like that for several seconds that seemed like an eternity. Her hand was
still wrapped around my cock but she'd stopped moving.

 Then I kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I just wish you'd been born
 sooner or I'd been born later." I told her.

"Oh God." she moaned and kissed me quickly on the lips as her hand started
to pump at warp speed. I started to tell her to slow down, but realized that
I was going off the edge of the cliff. I felt the first gob of cum push out
of my cock and watched the wet spot grow on the sheet on top of me.

Kayla didn't stop pumping until I put my hands over hers on my cock. "Thank
you." I said and meant it. Kayla blushed and scurried back towards her bunk.

I'll never understand girls, I thought as I swung my legs out from under the
sheet and sat up. I stood and stretched the sheet falling back on the bed,
the wet spot calling attention to my morning activities. I left it.

"Everybody up!" I yelled though it was ten till seven and they didn't have
to get up for ten minutes yet. Almost all the eyes opened and a few heads
turned in my direction but other than that, nobody moved. Cathy Tate was in
the bunk closest to my bed and I moved until I was standing over her.

"Get those cute lazy asses out of bed." I bellowed and scooped Cathy up in
my arms, sheets, blanket and all and deposited her on the hard floor. Then I
pulled the sheets and blanket off her. A few jumped out of bed but most just
stared. Casey Kennedy was in the bunk across the aisle from Cathy and I
stepped over, picked her up and gave her the same treatment.

"Do you really think our asses are cute?" Ashley asked from her bunk three
rows down. As she did, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass high
into the air and wiggled it. When she started it was covered by a sheet but
it quickly fell away as she wiggled. It became apparent that she hadn't
bothered to wear panties to bed under her t-shirt.

"Yes I do." I agreed softly as I walked up to her bunk and took a moment to
admire that cute little ass. Then, without warning, I brought my hand up and
down on her barely covered tush in a loud smack. "Now get it out of bed."
Ashley, startled fell flat on her bed.

I considered for a second, offering to kiss it and make it better, but
decided that it wasn't politically correct. I grinned at the thought anyway
and I'm sure that most of the girls thought I was enjoying the smack I'd
just given Ashley because everyone else jumped out of their beds.

"That wasn't nice." Ashley mumbled, her face buried in her pillow.

"I have never claimed to be nice." I told her as I rubbed my hands together
above her still exposed ass. She must have gotten the hint because she
scrambled out of bed. Actually I have claimed to be nice, but never to these
girls.

"Okay ladies, this is the plan. Everyone gets their shower and then we're
going to clean this place from top to bottom."
This brought a jumble of angry and confused voices.

"Quiet!" I yelled and the rumble died down. "Just because you're not at home
doesn't mean you should live like pigs."

"Hey!" several of the shouted at once.

"Showers! Now! Go!" I said and enthusiastically slapped my hands together,
then tried not to laugh as the mob all scurried toward the shower room. I'm
not sure what it was about my new resolve that turned me into Mr. Clean, but
it felt good to be back in charge. The girls came back from their showers,
thankfully, all of them, even Ashley wearing at least underwear and I put
them to work making beds, sweeping floors and dusting window sills.

Ashley and her troops, Janae, Kayla and the twins, I put on shower room
duty. After some initial grumbling, they went to work. I actually had to
threaten to deport them to group 3. When we left the bunkroom for breakfast
fifteen minutes later, the place looked great.

"Ladies, I'm impressed." I told them. "I guess you aren't all slobs." A
couple stuck their tongues out at the slobs remark, but most beamed. As they
passed thru the door I patted them on their little heads.

Ashley was the last one out. "That's not much f a reward." she commented, so
I patted her little butt instead. She seemed satisfied.

Carly was leaning against the wall by the dining room door munching a piece
of bacon.

"That's not much of a breakfast." I told her as I walked behind Ashley.
Ashley went in and I pulled the door closed after seeing that mine was the
last group in.

"I'm getting fat." Carly moaned.

"You're having hallucinations." I told her and grabbed her free hand, the
one without a piece of bacon in it and started leading her away.

"And just where do you think you're taking me?" she asked as she took a
tentative step.

I pulled a little harder and she fell into step. "You're in the program and
I'm making a reasonable request that you take a walk with me." I said with a
grin.

She stopped and her hand slipped out of mine as I continued a step past her.
"And what if I don't think it's a reasonable request?"

I grabbed her hand again and pulled her along. "We can always leave it to
the peer council." I suggested. She groaned. "Personally I wouldn't mind
another week of looking at that beautiful body of yours."
Carly arched her left eyebrow in a move she'd copied from Spock on the old
Star Trek reruns. "Really?"

"Really." I agreed and led her to the clearing by the swimming hole. "And
now I'd like to make the very reasonable request to kiss your right tit." I
added and without waiting for permission I leaned down and kissed it. Then I
kissed it again. Then I sucked on it for several seconds. "Tasty." I said
editorially.

Then I kissed her left one.

"You didn't request that." she charged. "That's not reasonable."

"Report me to the peer council." I suggested and sucked her nipple into my
mouth and teased it with my tongue.

I put my hand on the side of her stomach and slowly moved it down to her
hip.

"Did you have more requests in mind?" she asked dryly.

"I will." I agreed and went back to licking her nipple. I moved my hand
around and gently traced the crack of her ass.

She shivered as my fingers brushed the area at the top of her ass crack.
"And just what got into you, this morning?"

"Not sure." I admitted and moved my mouth down to tease at her innie belly
button. "Have you ever considered a lint brush?" I asked after my tongue had
rimmed her belly button.

"I don't..." she started to protest and stomped her foot.

I leaned back and looked up at her. "Has anyone ever told you that you have
a cute pussy?" I asked with a grin.

She grinned back. "This week, a lot of guys, before that, I don't think so."

"Permission to touch it?"

"It's a reasonable request, I can't stop you." she said quickly.

"That's not what I asked. Do I have your permission to touch it?" I said.

Carly took in a quick breath, then let it out again. "Always." she said.
"And just what were you going to touch it with?" she giggled.

"I haven't decided yet." I told her, though it was a lie.
"Your fingers?" she asked coyly.

"I don't think so." I said smiling.

"Your tongue?" she asked more breathlessly, almost in invitation.

"I had something else in mind." I said standing straight up, my little
tentpole pointing at her slit.

"You don't mean..." she seemed disbelieving.

"If you think it's all right." I said moving closer until the head of my
cock brushed against her outer lips.

"I..."

"It's up to you, after all it's your body.' I said, but moved closer, my
cock pushed past her outer lips and stopped at her inner ones. "I don't want
to do anything you don't want to."

"What about Jerry?"

"Jerry who?" I asked pushing a little harder but not penetrating her inner
defenses.

"God!" she said and I wasn't sure what she meant but she grabbed my hips and
pulled me onto her. My cock was dry but she was already well lubricated and
I slid in easily. As she held me close, my cock embedded in her she moaned,
"I've been waiting for this since the fifth grade."

"The fifth grade?" I said incrediously, thinking of all the time I'd missed.

"Maybe the third, right after I beat you silly, I matured early." she said
as she started to slowly fuck me.

I enjoyed the first waves of pleasure and wondered how anything could feel
this good and not kill me. "You could have had your way with me." I groaned.
"You always could take me in a fight."

"I don't believe in rape, even in a good cause." she said and started to
fuck faster. "Damn you feel good." she moaned. I was glad that Kayla had
done me that morning so that I didn't cum to quick and embarrass myself.

"What do you say we forget about the kiddies, find a bunk and stay there for
the next three days." I suggested in a whisper.

"I say... OH GOD!" I must have jumped six inches when she yelled, then I
realized that she was starting to orgasm. I grabbed her hips and tried to
plunge deeper and deeper into her cunt. "OH YES, THAT'S IT. I'M GONNA... I'M
GONNA... I'M..." she sagged against me.

I held her like that. My cock still hard and lodged inside her. Carly
literally melting against me.

"Maybe I misjudged you." a voice said from behind me and I whirled, bringing
Carly with me. Marcia was standing there with a big grin on her face. "Maybe
I need to give you a try, stud."

"Not happening." I said. "Now beat it."

"I could make it a reasonable request." she suggested coyly.

"Then get ready to go to the peer council, because all requests from you
will be considered unreasonable. Now go away before I spank, and I'm not
suggesting foreplay."

"Don't forget your lady love has a boyfriend." Marcia said as she left. "I
think you know him."

Carly was back on her feet though we were still connected. "You can fuck
her." she said.

"I don't need your permission for that." I said angrily. Angry at Marcia for
interfering. Angry at Carly for her comment. Somehow the anger made my cock
even harder and it twitched inside her. I started to slowly move it in and
out of her love tunnel.

"I know, I just meant I wouldn't mind. She is sexy."

"She's beautiful." I agreed. "But I may be old fashioned, but I think I
should like someone before I make love to them."

"Don't make love, just fuck." Carly suggested.

"That may work for some people, but not me. Not with Marcia.

"Maybe Ashley?" Carly suggested with a sneaky grin.

"Maybe." I agreed with the same grin.

Carly started to swing an exaggerated fist toward my chin. I captured t and
fell backwards taking her with me. I finished on my back on the sand. Carly
still impaled but on top. "Okay, you've pinned me. Now what?"

Carly grinned and started to ride me like a rocking horse. As she moved, I
could feel my cock moving inside her.

"Reruns." she moaned. "I'm gonna CUM!" and I could feel her shudder with the
first burst or orgasm and my cock tensed and released a flood of cum into
her abdomen. We came together and then she fell down against me.

"That was fun." I said after a minute.
"You have a gift for understatement." Carly giggled.

Chapter 10
Thursday Night


I couldn't decide if I was in love, or just deeply in lust.

I suppose it might just depend on Carly and Jerry. I wasn't sure if what had
happened, and happened again after lunch, and happened again a few minutes
ago had changed anything between them. Was I her boyfriend now and Jerry
history? Or was I a handy boy-toy and Jerry her main squeeze. I wasn't even
sure I cared.

As I walked into the bunkroom, Ashley standing by the front door gave a
shrill whistle and all the girls scampered. In seconds, they were all lined
up in front of neatly made bunks, standing at attention and saluting. I felt
like I was in an army movie. And they were all dressed in their underwear.

Ashley came to attention and snapped off a very professional salute.
"Barracks ready for inspection sir." she reported and dropped her salute.
The rest of the girls dropped theirs as well.

"Was I that rough this morning?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Ashley said and the rest of the girls chanted, "Sir, yes
sir!"

"Does this mean, that everyone's going to be good the rest of the week?"

"Sir, no sir!" Ashley replied. The other girls chanted, "Sir, no sir!"

Before I could ask anything more, Ashley's mom came out of her room and
walked down the aisle, looking left and right. "Well, it looks like you have
everything under control." she said. I noticed that Ashley looked annoyed.
"I'll be back later." she said and breezed out the door.

I stared at the closed door for several seconds and then turned back to my
platoon. "So what is this all about then?" I asked Ashley.

Ashley stepped forward, and for once didn't look so sure of herself. "It
means, that we don't want you to be mad at us."

"I'm not mad." I assured her loudly enough for everyone to hear. "It's just
this has been a weird week. It's been hard on me." I noticed half a dozen
girls grin at my unintended pun. At least my cock was soft at the moment
after a vigorous session with Carly.

I stepped forward and hugged Ashley to show her that I meant what I said, I
even patted her tight little ass. Then I moved down the aisle and hugged
each girl on the right side and patted each little bottom. I came back up
the left side doing all the girls there. By the time I finished, I really
needed Carly again.

I stood at the top of the aisle and yelled, "Platoon, dis-missed!" and the
girls all relaxed.

I lay down on my bed, my flagpole pointing at the ceiling. Every eye in the
place was on my red throbbing cock. "Isn't anybody going to offer to help?"
I asked after several seconds.

Several girls moved toward the bed ready to volunteer.

"I'll take care of it." Ashley said loudly and the other girls stopped where
they were. Ashley pushed her powder blue panties down her hips and let them
fall to the floor and crawled up on the bed between my legs. Then she knee
walked until she was just below my crotch.

I looked at her pussy hovering above my stiff cock and realized that I
wasn't really opposed to the idea. But I felt that I had to object for
form's sake if nothing else.

"Ashley, I don't think..."

"I want this. I'm ready for this." she said simply and I believed her.

"But your mom..." I'm not sure what I was going to say about her mom,
fortunately she interrupted me again.

"My mom is not a slut."

"I never said she was."

"She just likes sex. And she likes to prove her independence by not settling
down with one guy."

"I..."

"She told me that she did you the first day."

I know I blushed a deep red. I could feel the heat of my face. "I..."

"It's okay." she swallowed and shifted her body until her knees were
straddling my hips and the tip of my cock was pressed against her pussy.
"I'm not my mom. I'm me. She thinks I lost my cherry a long time ago, so she
won't care, but I didn't. Not that I didn't have the opportunity. Some of
her boyfriends made sure I knew they were available."

"Today I'm ready, and I really want you to be the one. But I'll understand
if you think I'm too young. You're a nice guy, Paul. And that's why I want
you to be the first."

What can you say to that?
"Get down." I ordered. She looked Hurt, but nodded and crawled off my bed.

"I understand." she said and turned toward her own bunk. The disappointed
look on her face made her seem about nine years old, which didn't make this
any easier.

I stood up again. "I'm going for a walk." I announced. "When I come back, I
expect everyone to be in bed and at least pretending to be asleep." I looked
around the group, "And I mean everyone." Most of them nodded acknowledgment.
I walked to the door and looked back.

Ashley was standing desolate by her bunk. "Ashley, if you're going to come,
you better put on some clothes, it's cooling off out there." She looked up
at me unbelieving. "I'm not going o wait all night." I said, trying to look
impatient.

Ashley bolted into action. She grabbed her backpack and dug out a t-shirt
and shorts and practically jumped into them, not bothering with her panties
which were still laying on the floor at the foot of my bed. Then she ran to
the door. I opened it for her and held out my hand, which she took and we
stepped outside. Before closing the door, I looked back at my platoon one
more time, "BED!" I said and closed the door.

With Ashley holding my hand and leaning up against me, I walked to the
swimming hole.. Before we got there, I could hear noises. I softly told
Ashley to wait and walked ahead and looked through the bushes. Her mom was
on top of Doug and riding him for all he was worth. I went back to Ashley
and only told her it was already occupied.

We walked to another clearing just past the start of trail number six and I
sat on a log, kicking myself for not bringing a jacket or something to put
under my butt and then pulled Ashley down on my lap. My stiff cock lay
against the warm skin of her thigh.

"I don't understand." she said as we settled down.

"You may or may not be ready." I said, trying to sound wise. "But your first
time should not be in front of a mob."

"You mean we're not..."

"I mean, no matter what happens tonight, what you tell or don't tell the
group is up to you. I won't say a thing. Sex should be shared between two
people, it shouldn't be a group thing." Even as I said it, an image flashed
into my mind of Carly, Jerry and I. I guess a group isn't bad as long as
it's a small friendly group.

"So nothing is going to happen?" she said in her small disappointed voice.

"That's up to you." I told her and quickly lifted her t-shirt over her head.
Then before she knew what was happening, I'd pushed her sports bra up over
her tits and sucked a nipple into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked the
crack of her ass through her thin nylon shorts and cupped her pussy in my
other hand.. It felt like a little furnace, I could feel the heat through
the fabric of her shorts.

"Oh, God!" she moaned and the irreverent thought that I seemed to inspire
religion in girls floated through my head.

I released her nipple, gave the other one a quick kiss and then looked her
in the eye. "Is this what you really want?" I asked, not sure what I wanted
her to say.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she answered and leaned forward to kiss me hard on the
lips. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and for a moment, our tongues
wrestled together.

I broke away. "You've been practicing." I accused.

"Since I was nine." she told me without guilt. I wondered with who, but
didn't ask. "I've been a virgin for thirteen years now. How much longer are
you going to make me wait?" she asked with a little pout.

"You know, some girl's virginity last until high school. A few until
collage." I reminded her.

"Some girls commit suicide just because the band they liked broke up. What's
your point?"

"Just making conversation." I admitted. I stood her on her feet and pulled
her shorts down to her knees and let them go, watching them settle around
her ankles. Newton watched apples, I watched girl's clothing. We both
affirmed gravity. I had more fun.

I scooted off the log, scrapping my butt on a particularly sharp piece of
bark and settled on the ground on my back. The dirt was covered with pine
needles and almost soft.

I pulled on one of her legs and she stepped over me to straddle my hips.

"You're in charge." I told her. "We'll go as fast or as slow as you want
to."

"I don't know..."

"If you don't want to..." I assured her.

"It's not that. I just..."

"You know how to start. You were half way there in the bunkroom."

She nodded and then knelt down over my hips until my cock was again pressed
against her pussy.

"I'll be honest." I said. "I've never been with a virgin before." I felt
that admitting her mom was my first only three days before was a little too
honest. "But from what I've heard, you're going to feel some discomfort at
first, maybe even some pain as your cherry... your hymen gets broken."

She nodded and without warning pushed herself down on my rod. Almost two
inches disappeared all at once. She sucked in a lung-full of air and looked
startled. "I, uh, I play with myself, uh, masturbate a lot and thought it
would be okay." she explained.

"That's okay. I play with myself, uh, masturbate a lot too." I admitted with
agrin. "You're just tight. I don't think you had a hymen to break."

"You mean I wasn't a virgin?"

"No. You were a virgin and now you almost aren't. I mean that hymens,
cherries sometimes get broken by masturbation or just other activities, like
sports. It's normal. At least that's what I read."

Ashley cocked her head and looked down at me, reminding me a lot of Carly.
"You read a lot about hymens, do you?"

My face burned hot as I tried to sound nonchalant, "Mostly human anatomy and
things."

"Uh huh." she said nodding and sounding eve more like Carly.

"Try to relax." I said, changing the subject. I grabbed her hips and tried
to move her further down on my pole. She sank about another inch and
groaned. "Are you okay?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah." she said with a loud sigh. "I guess you're a little bigger than my
finger."

"I hope so." I said quickly and she giggled. I pulled hard and my entire
cock disappeared into her small cunt. "Oh, God."

"Just relax. It's all in." I assured her. "Just sit there until you're
ready, then trying moving around and see how it feels."

"It feels different from any finger. I can't describe it."

"And just how many people have had their fingers in there?" I asked in my
most adult voice, trying for sternness despite the situation.

"A few." she admitted with a giggle. "Does it feel as good as mom?" she
asked with an evil grin.

"That's a discussion we're not going to have." I said sharply and she
giggled again. Actually it did. It felt better. I don't know if it was
because she was tighter. Or the fact that I had a choice. Or just that I
really liked Ashley.

"You're not fantasizing about doing mom and I at the same time?" she asked
as she started rocking forward and back experimentally.

"No, Nein, NO!" I said sharply. Then grinned at her teasing. "Like I said.
Sex shouldn't be a group thing. Definitely not a mom and me activity."

"Awwww."

"But some of your mom's other boyfriends might go for it if that's what you
want."

"Ewwwww."

"I think you better stick to one on one."

"But I was thinking about inviting Janae, Kayla, and the twins the next time
we... that is, if we...uh..." The image of the five naked girls cavorting on
a bed with me was almost overwhelming.

"There'll be a next time." I promised her. "But I think that you're enough
for me. The other girls will have to keep their cherries for a while.

"What makes you think they're cherry?" she asked coyly as she pulled my cock
almost completely out of her cunt and then slammed it back in.

"They're not?" I said surprised, as I tried to concentrate on talking and
not on the sensation building up in my balls. I wanted to last, to make
Ashley's first time as special as I could.

"Well, Janae isn't. But I think all the others are." Ashley said as she went
back to her forward and back rocking motion.

"Janae isn't." I repeated, finding it harder and harder to concentrate.

"No, she and... and... Oh, Jesus.... I think... I... I... OH SWEET LORD!"
she yelled as her orgasm engulfed her. As she did, I relaxed and let my
balls swell and start pumping out my seed of life. Her body tensed and she
froze like a statue, back arched and fingernails digging into my chest. I
thrust upward with my hips miking my cock in her tight cunt. After almost a
minute, Ashley relaxed her group on my chest and sagged down against me.

"It's never been like that before." she moaned.

"I take it you liked?" I asked wearily.

"Can we do it again?" she asked, getting her second wind.

"Maybe tomorrow?" I said. After Carly then Ashley, I knew I was done.

"You promise?"

"We'll see."

"Please?"

"Okay. Tomorrow, I promise." I said.

"When?" she demanded, sitting up.

"Tomorrow..." I said, using all my strength to push myself up on my elbows
and look at her, "lasts from the time you get up until the time I send you
to bed. Sometime in between, we'll do... we'll get together. Don't get
pushy."

"Sensitive, aren't we?" she giggled and rolled off me onto her back.

"No. I just have to pace myself."

"Pace yourself?" Ashley asked as she rolled up onto her side and one elbow.

"Sure." I agreed with a confident grin. "Between you, your mom, Marcia,
Carly and Janae. I've got to be sure there's enough of me to go around.

"Janae?" Carly said, ignoring all the others on my list. "You're going to
make it with Janae?"

"Well, if she's not a virgin..."

"But she's only done it with her boyfriend. They've been going together
almost a year."

"Ashley, breathe." I ordered and kissed her on the nose. "I'm joking. And
I'm not going to do it with your mom or Marcia ether."

"Oh."

I climbed slowly to my feet, feeling a lot older than seventeen.

"Well, I could talk to Janae and arrange a threesome." Ashley teased.

"Okay." I agreed and reached a hand down to the young teenager.

Ashley stared at me, not sure if I was kidding or not, then took my hand and
I pulled her to her feet. She dressed quickly, never quite taking her eyes
off me.

We walked silently back to the bunkroom.

When we entered, everyone was in their bunks laying quietly. They were all
on their sides facing us as we came in and it looked as if all fifty-two
eyes were watching us. I motioned Ashley to her bunk and gave her ass a
little pat as she passed. Then I lay down on my own bed. I was asleep as
soon as my head hit the pillow.

Chapter 11
Friday Morning


I woke the next morning laying on my back and sunlight coming in through the
high windows right into my eyes. As I squinted my eyes against the glare,
the first thing I noticed was my usual morning tentpole lifting the center
of my sheet.

The second thing I noticed was that the bottom of my bed was surrounded by
about eight of the girls admiring my little tent. After the activities of
last night, I had wondered if my usual morning boner would make an
appearance or take the morning off.

"Good morning ladies." I said and enjoyed watching several of them jump, not
realizing that I was awake.

"Good morning." Cathy Tate said for the group. "Uh..."

"Yes?" I prompted.

"Did you want help with that." Casey Kennedy asked, pointed her little
finger at my tent.

"Wellll..." I said and whipped the sheet off my mid-section exposing the
proudest little tentpole since Iwo Jima. "That would be very nice."

Without hesitation, Cathy reached out and wrapped her little hand around my
cock. "Like this?" she asked.

"A little tighter." I instructed. "Now move your hand up and down my shaft."

"Your prick." Casey suggested.

"Your dick." Megan Pappas suggested.

"Your snake." Stephy said.

"Your worm." Danni added.

"Your skin flute." Darcy Johnson suggested.

"Your boner." Amanda Jenkins said.
"Your , uh, cock." finished Rachel Jones, surprising me. Rachel is so quiet
and shy that I never expected her to say the word.

"Very good ladies. You've got the terminology down.

"My turn." Darcy said and pushed Cathy's hand away and took her place. Cathy
pouted but smiled when I reached down and patted her ass. Fortunately she
was the closest girl on the right hand side.

"Take turns nicely." I warned, "or I'll go wake Ashley." After that, they
all took turns. Four or five strokes and then let go so the next girl could
get her turn. Rachel was last and I was getting close and hoped that I
wouldn't erupt while her hand was in place. I was afraid I'd scare her.

As Cathy's hand took it's place again, I reached out grabbing her ass and
Darcy's on the other side and moaned, "I'm cumming. On her third stroke, the
first drop of cum leaked from the tip of my cock and the next stroke brought
forth a small geyser. The girls ohhed and awwed as Cathy pumped me dry.

"Go take your showers." I told them. "Your mothers would kill you if they
knew you were standing around in your underwear with a boy in the room."

Most of them scampered away, but Casey stayed long enough to suggest coyly,
"You can come too."

I thought about it for a few seconds, "Why not?" I said. "Go warn the
others."

I got up and walked slowly toward the shower room. When I stepped in, all
the girls were standing, wrapped in towels by the sinks watching the door. I
stepped through and went right into the shower bay and started turning on
several shower heads. Then I looked back at the girls. I hesitated to
actually invite any of them.

"Ready." Casey said. "One, two, three." On three, all of the girls dropped
their towels and started walking toward the shower, though Rachel and Amanda
walked a little slower than the others. A minute later I was taking a shower
with eight pre-teens. Eight very cute pre-teens.

I showered for several minutes, every now and then a soapy little hand
coming over to pat my ass or squeeze my limp cock. Then I stepped out and
started drying off with my Scooby Doo towel. The girls all followed and
started drying themselves.

"Can I kiss it?"

I was amazed that Rachel was standing naked in front of me asking that
question. "Uh, I guess."

She leaned down and took my limp noodle in her hand and pressed her lips
against the side of it. Of course, then all the girls wanted to kiss it too.
Stephy and Danni were last and kissed it together. I couldn't believe that
it was still soft after that, maybe I'd worn the poor thing out.

"Get dressed." I ordered and they scampered away.

It was going to be hard to go back to my real life.

Chapter 12
Friday Night


I came up behind Carly and took her hand and started to lead her away from
the group.

"Oh, you're going to honor me with your presence tonight." she said without
resisting.

"I only want to bask in your beauty." I told her with a grin.

"Why weren't you basking at lunch? I looked for you."

"I was busy." I said, fucking Ashley, I thought. "Fulfilling a promise.
Where were you after breakfast?" I added, trying to change the subject.

"I was doing some copying and collating for Mr. Lang."

There was something about the way she said it. "And did our young ecologist
cop any feels." I asked, as we passed into the same clearing where I'd
fucked Ashley last night.

"Yes he did." she giggled. Carly wasn't usually the giggling kind.

"And just what did he feel?" I asked with exaggerated mock jealousy as I
spread my Scooby Doo towel on the log.

"He checked out my tits pretty good and patted my ass."

"And did you explain to him that those tits are underage and he could go to
jail for feeling them."

"I think I forgot." she said in a very innocent little girl voice.

"And did you mention your extremely jealous boyfriend back at school?"

"Oops."

I sat down on the towel and pulled Carly onto my lap, my hard cock resting
against her leg. "And just what did you do while that dirty old man took
advantage of you?"

"I think I purred."
"You're a very naughty girl." I told her.

"Then I probably shouldn't mention that Mr. Linwood felt me up on Tuesday."
I was shocked. Of the three male teachers, Linwood would have been my last
choice, he seemed so Ward Cleaver."

"What about Mr. Martell?"

"Monday."

"Mr. Atwood?"

"Everyday." she grinned. Good, I had something to hold over him if he ever
found out about Sally.

"Mrs. Tate?"

"Not yet, but there's still tomorrow."

"You've been a bad girl. Tempting all those poor men."

"Are you going to spank me? Like you threatened to do to Marcia."

"No." I said. "It's too late for that. I think I'm going to have to have a
long talk with Jerry."

"NO! Not that." she said in mock horror. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" I asked again, giving my cock a squeeze and then putting my
forefinger on her lips.

"You pervert." she accused with a laugh She slid off my lap to her knees
between my legs. "The shame." she said as she grabbed my cock at the root.
"The indignity." She leaned forward and opened her mouth to take in my cock.
She closed her lips around the base of my cock and slowly pulled away,
dragging her lips up my shaft until she stopped with just the head captured
and teased at my pisshole with her tongue.

"You harlot!" I accused, jumping to my feet, my cock slipping from her lips.
"You've done that before." I'm not sure how we slipped into a melodrama, but
t was a hell of a lot of fun.

Carly sank back, sitting on her heels. She covered her eyes with her
forearm. "I never." she pleaded.

"You have." I accused again, pointing at her with both my forefinger and my
cock.
"I, uh, Yes. Yes, I have." she admitted meekly.

"You hussy."

"Alas."

"Was it Jerry?"

"Yes."

"You corruptor of young boys."

"Pity me."

"Were there more?"

"I'm so ashamed."

"Who was first

"Kyle Ivanov in the sixth grade." she admitted. I must have looked shocked
because she giggled then got back her woebegone face. I couldn't believe
that she had been giving blowjobs in the sixth grade and I hadn't known. And
Kyle had been a freshman when we were in the sixth. That cradle robber. Then
I remembered sixth grader Ashley and a certain junior last night in this
very spot.

"You're forgiven." I said magnanimously. "Any of the teachers?"

"No, but I thought about Mr. Atwood. His wife's been gone for five years and
he looks like he could use it."

We'd both been in his class the year she died from cancer and I remembered
how broken up he'd been. "You have my permission." I said trying to sound
like a king holding court.

"Oh thank you." Carly answered with less than sincerity I thought.

"Any of our young charges?" I said knowing the answer.

"Wellll..."

"You're kidding." I stammered, shocked. "Who?"

"Robby Sherwood." Little kid, shy and quiet.

"Robby?"
"I thought it might give him some confidence."

"Did it?"

"We'll have to wait and see." she said.

I picked up the towel from the log and spread it on the ground, then I lay
on my back on it. I looked at Carly and smiled. "You may pleasure yourself
on my tool." I said, again playing the king.

"Oh thank you." Carly said and quickly straddled my hips and pushed my cock
deep into her womb. "You are so kind."

"I know." I said modestly.

"You're too much." Carly laughed and started slowly fucking me. I really
liked this, laying back and letting the girl take control. Forget all that
macho stuff about the guy needing to be on top.

"What are you going to tell Jerry about this?" Carly asked.

"Whatever you tell me to." I told her seriously. "I don't want to come
between you two."

"Like hell, you liar." she laughed.

"Okay, I want to, but I won't."

"You can tell him the truth." she said after a minute. Either he can handle
or he can't. And I doubt he's been a monk this week, running around in the
buff."

That was a relief. I really didn't want to lie to him.

"Then you and he are still...?"

"He's my boyfriend. If that's what you're asking. I'm not dumping him."

"Oh." I said, and I think my cock softened even as Carly's pussy gripped it.

"Paul, you silly fool.. Did you think...?" Carly asked, stopping.

"I don't know what I thought." I admitted. "How do you feel about polygamy?"

"Now there's a thought." she said and started rocking on my cock again.

"Carly." I said after a few seconds. "There's something I need to tell you.
About Ashley." I didn't want to ruin what we had, but with Carly, I had to
be honest."
"That you fucked her." Carly said it as a statement of fact, no question
about it.

"You knew?"

"I saw the way she was looking at you this morning at breakfast. I knew."

"I hadn't planned... I mean... I wasn't going to... I..." Carly leaned down
and kissed me gently.

"Relax." she instructed. "Breathe." I took a deep breath. "I knew it was
going to happen this week. I won't judge you, and you need to stop judging
yourself. With Ashley and Robbie it was more like a therapy than sex." I
remembered last night, and today after lunch. If it was a therapy, why did I
enjoy it so much.

"You know what her mom is like?" Carly continued. Ashley wants so much not
to be like her, but she's a very sexual girl. I'm glad you were her first."

"You knew she was still a virgin?"

"I guessed."

"I think we should talk to her about what happened, and about what she's
going to do."

"We?"

"Please."

"That is going to be one of the strangest conversations on record. 'Hi, I
know you fucked my best friend, which is okay because I fucked him too, even
though I have a boyfriend back at school, but that's okay because he's
probably sticking his dick in several willing pussies.'"

"So you'll help?"

"Could we finish what we started first?" she asked. I reached up and grasped
her tits and massaged the nipples with my thumbs.

"Maybe we should become sexual therapist when we graduate." Carly mused. "I
can see the sign now, 'Williams and Connors, Sexual Counselors, First Times
our Specialty.'"

"Connors and Williams." I said, "Sounds better." I pulled her down into
another kiss. "A little plaque beneath it, 'Over two served' like a
McDonald's sign." thinking of Robbie and Ashley.

"Why stop at two, we have over a hundred in camp to practice on. We can
start building our reputation now. And Williams and Connors sounds more
professional."

"Connors and...OH GOD!" I yelled as my cock pulsed and started delivering
it's load into Carly.
"HALLELUJAH BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" Carly added as her own orgasm overtook
her.

We never did figure out who was getting top billing.

Chapter 13
Saturday Morning


I woke up early, though at least the sun wasn't in my eyes. I scanned the
room and it seemed like everyone was still asleep. At some point in the
night, I'd kicked off my sheet so all I had to do was swing my legs over the
side of the bed and I was up. I picked up Scooby and headed toward the
shower. A few pine needles still clung to it and I made a mental note to
shake it out before I took my shower.

I stepped into the shower bay and turned on two of the shower heads. I
really like the feeling of hot water cascading over my body from two
different directions. I decided that someday when I built my own house, I
was going to have a shower with at least four shower heads. I hated that one
part of my body was cold while hot water warmed the other side.

I picked up the soap and lazily lathered my body. I was enjoying the privacy
of the moment. I washed my cock last and naturally it turned into a jerk
off. It took only a few strokes of my soapy hand before my cock gushed out
several loads of cum.

"What a waste." came a voice from behind me. I turned and the shower room
was full of my entire crew of sixth graders.

Naked sixth graders.

Twenty-six naked eleven and twelve year olds and one teenager.

"Uh..." I said, embarrassed at being caught jerking off.

All the girls surged forward into the shower with me. The shower could
easily hold twelve, with twenty eight of us, it was a little crowded. I had
to admit that the sight of young naked bodies brushing up against each other
was a major turn on. And the inevitable little fingers that explored every
inch of my body helped too. In a couple of minutes my rock hard friend was
back.

"Has anyone ever told you, you're cute." Janae asked as she scooted forward
until my topside of my cock was pressed against her pussy slit. I wondered
if Ashley had told her, they were best friends.

"I...oh!" I squawked as some little finger pushed up inside my asshole. "I
think I'm getting out now." I said and pushed through the mob of young
flesh. Outside the shower bay, I picked up my towel and started drying off.

"We want a beauty contest." Ashley said from somewhere in the middle of the
mob. "Whose pussy is cutest?" Several of the others picked up the chant.

"Do I look stupid?" I asked loudly. "You are all cute. And I have never seen
so many beautiful pussies. But I'm not gonna pick one and piss off the other
twenty-six. I'm getting dressed." I said and turned toward the bunk area,
momentarily forgetting that I didn't have to.

The twins were the first to follow me out. Their bodies still wet.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and they walked up to me. "Can we..."
Stephy said.

"...have that?" Danni finished.

There's something extra sexy about twins. I leaned back on my elbows and
nodded.

The twins immediately knelt on the outside of my legs and leaned in and
started licking. I had to wonder if they'd had a lot of practice or if it
was a natural twin thing because they were so coordinated in their
technique. One would lick my balls while the other sucked the head of my
cock, then without warning, they'd switch. Or they'd both lick the sides of
my shaft, giggling as their tongues touched each other. The other girls
trickled into the room and soon gathered around us.

I sat up, Janae was on one side of me and I gently stroked her cunt with the
back of my forefinger, letting the knuckle push her outer lips open. Kayla
was on the other side and I caressed her small tight ass. Ashley leaned past
a couple of other girls and pushed her tit in my face, so I gave her erect
nipple a little nip with my teeth.

"He's cumming." Danni announced, before I was aware of it myself and Stephy
closed her mouth over my head to slurp up the first explosion of cream.
Between spurts, her sister took her place with missing a drop and finished
me off.

I was ready for a nap, but I forced myself to take charge. "Get dressed." I
ordered and the girls broke up and headed for their own bunks. As the twins
got up, I pulled them into a double hug, "Thank you." I said and they
giggled. I let go and they skipped away.

The girls all dressed and without being told broke into groups and started
cleaning the room.

I wondered if I could volunteer for next weeks outdoor school from whatever
school. I could get used to this.

Chapter 14
Saturday Afternoon


"You've been a great group. I hope you've all had fun and maybe even
accidentally learned something about the cycle of life in the forest. You
have free time for the rest of the day. After dinner, we have a final
presentation." Bill Lang was saying. There was a loud cheer and the mass of
kids broke into dozens of smaller groups all headed in different directions.

I quickly found Ashley and took her hand and pulled her off toward what I
thought of as our spot. Ashley grinned in expectation. My cock was behaving,
hanging limply down at the ground. At the edge of the main clearing, Carly
was waiting and I took her hand too. The three of us walked up the trail
toward the clearing.

"I thought you didn't believe in threesomes?" Ashley challenged, sounding a
little disappointed.

"There are always exceptions." I said with a grin.

We walked in silence to our clearing. I had brought my trusty towel and I
spread it out on the log.

"Who starts?" Ashley asked nervously.

"I do." I said and sat down and pulled Ashley onto my lap. Carly sat down
next to me , so that Ashley was facing her. "I, uh, told Carly all about
what we did."

"Is she mad?" Ashley asked looking at me and not at Carly.

"No, I'm not mad." Carly said. "He didn't force you did he?" Ashley shook
her head. "Then I have no reason to be mad at him. And you're old enough to
do whatever you want with your own body, so I'm not mad at you."

"Then why...?" Ashley asked looking directly at Carly.

"We just wanted to talk to you about what you did." I said.

"And what you're going to do." Carly finished.

"Are you going to tell me that I'm too young to have sex with anyone else."
Ashley asked sarcastically.

"Of course not." I said. "But I think you're a very intelligent girl, and I
just want you to think about what you do."

"You don't want me to act like my mom." Ashley said. "You don't want me to
be a slut."

"Ashley, we..." Carly started, but I interrupted.

"Ashley..." I used my forefinger to turn her chin until she was looking
straight into my eyes, "I will never think of you as a slut. If you fuck
every boy in the middle and high schools, and all the teachers and janitors
too, I will still not think of you as a slut."
"Okay." she said. She seemed to have a lump in her throat. "Even Mr.
Temple?" she asked with just a hint of a grin.

"Even Mr. Temple." I agreed. Willy Temple was the head janitor at the middle
school. He was about seventy years old and had a huge wart on the side of
his neck.

"Your mom..." Carly started.

"My mom is a slut." Ashley said simply, looking at Carly.

"She's not a slut." I defended.

Ashley reached up and placed her hands on the sides of my head and turned it
to look her straight in the eye again, "My mom is a slut."

I grabbed her head and held her so that our eyes were locked. "Your mom is
your mom. She gave birth to a very smart, very pretty, very fun girl named
Ashley. She loves you very much. She's mom, She's not a slut. Understood?"

"Understood." she agreed. "It's just..." there was a tear at the corner of
her eye.

"I understand." I told her, letting go of her head, but still looking her in
the eye. "Right now, we're going to talk about Ashley. But maybe it's time
for you to have a talk with your mom about the birds and the bees. If you
want to do that, and you want Carly or me or both of us to help, we will."

"Thank you." Ashley said, nodding. Then she looked at Carly. Carly smiled
and nodded too.

"Okay. My mom is not a slut, we know that, but the rest of the world thinks
she is. Is that the message?"

"The message is, that if you make sex so easy for any guy who comes along,
then pretty soon all the guys will think you're good for, or good at is sex.
Before long the girls will believe it too. And then, you'll start to believe
it." Carly said.

"Sex is fun." I said. "Hell, sex is real fun, but it's not all there is in
life. It's not what life is about."

"So what is life about?" Ashley asked, the little smart ass. I looked at
Carly and she shrugged.

"I don't know yet." I admitted. "Ask me in a hundred years and I probably
still won't know the answer, but I may understand the question better.

"So maybe life is about sex." Ashley suggested with a malicious grin.

"The secret of life is the search for the perfect orgasm?" Carly asked and
Ashley nodded.
"Well then, you've both had it, since you've both had me, that means you can
get on with the number two question of life."

Both girls groaned and Ashley got off my lap and went and sat on Carly's.

"What?" I asked innocently and Carly gave me a shove that landed me on my
back behind the log with my legs sticking straight up in the air.

Chapter 15
Saturday Night


"So whose turn is it tonight?" Carly asked as she stood beside in the back
of the rec hall. "Me or Ashley?"

"I've been thinking about that threesome Ashley mentioned." I said with a
grin.

Carly half turned and punched me in the arm. Hard.

"Oww. What'd I do?" I whined.

"Listen Mr. Paul Connors. After this week you may think you're this big
stud, but I can still take you." I had no doubts.

I hung my head and looked at my toes. "I'm sorry."

"You better be." Carly said with a smile.

I looked around and nobody was paying any attention to us. In the front of
the room, Bill Lang and the teachers were giving a final presentation before
we all went home tomorrow. There were even some awards. My girls won for the
cleanest living area and happiest campers.

"So I suppose you're going to want to go out with Ashley, since she can't
beat you up." Carly whispered.

"I'm not so sure, she's pretty tough." I said. Quietly. "If I suggested
going out with her and then coming back for you, would it cause me pain?"

"Just for thinking it." Carly said and punched me in exactly the same spot.

"I think somebody needs to get laid to mellow her out, so guess I'll take
you."

"Gee thanks." Carly answered and I waited for another hit, but it never
came, instead she reached down and started stroking my cock back to life. I
thought about telling her it wasn't the time or the place, but it felt too
good.
Up on the small stage, Mr. Atwood was finishing up. "And I'm sure we all
want to thank Mr. Lang for all his help this week." he said and the crowd
gave him enthusiastic applause.

"Think we should come back next week?" he asked and the applause was even
more enthusiastic. I noticed my girls were clapping especially hard.

"Too bad, You have to go back to real school." He said and gave an evil
laugh.

"And to finish up this evening, some of the students from group one have put
together a little skit for you." This was the first I heard of it. "I have a
feeling that's it's something totally inappropriate. So if you want, I'll
tell them they can't do it."

"NO!" several of the kids yelled.

"You mean you want to see something inappropriate?"

The kids started screaming and clapping. Pretty soon, the whole building was
shaking as everyone clapped and stomped their feet in rhythm.

After almost a minute, Mr. Atwood held out his hands and quieted them down.
"Okay. Okay. We'll do the skit. After they're done, you have about half an
hour of free time, then back to your bunk rooms. In the morning, we're
leaving about an hour after breakfast so make sure you have everything and
you're ready to go. Okay, group one."

Ashley, Janae and Sally all ran up to the stage as the teachers and Bill
Lang moved off to the side of the room. I waited, wondering what they were
going to do, when Carly let go of my now very hard cock, took my hand and
led me up there. She placed me at one side of the stage and told me to go
along or I'd regret it. Carly never makes idle threats, so I nodded
agreement.

Carly took her place off to the other side of the stage and faced the
audience. "We've decided to act out an old joke for you." she told the
hundred and twelve watching kids. "An old dirty joke." she added and most of
the audience lite up with big grins. "Teachers and parents may want to step
outside for five minutes." she suggested. The kids all laughed and Mr.
Atwood didn't look happy.

"Incidentally, we haven't told Paul about this, so if he looks lost, he is."
More laughter and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Sally came out and handed me my Scooby Doo towel and told me to wrap it
around my waist, which I did.

"Everybody ready?" a few yelled 'yes', a few nodded, but most just waited.

"Once upon a time, Paul went to collage. I knew he doesn't look very smart,
but this is a fairy tale and anything can happen in a fairy tale." I decided
to spank her. I knew I'd pay for it later, but it would be worth it.
"Paul lived in a huge dormitory with twenty floors, elevators and
everything. Girls lived on the even floors and boys lived on the odd ones."
I tried to remember a joke that started this way but couldn't.

"Paul lived on the seventeenth floor and one day he needed a shower. And
anyone who's stood next to Paul knows that ain't no fairy tale." I smiled at
the laughing audience, thinking that a spanking wasn't enough.

"Each floor had it's own shower room but the shower on Paul's floor was
broken, so he had to go down to the fifteenth floor. Paul got into the
elevator carrying a bar of sap, a bottle of shampoo and wearing a towel. As
Paul was about to push the button for the fifteenth floor, the doors closed,
catching the edge of his towel and pulling it off him. Paul was so surprised
that he accidentally pushed the wrong button."

Carly looked at me and I realized that I was supposed to act this out. I
didn't know where this was going, but I knew I didn't like it. I pretended
to walk carrying something in my hands. I stepped into the imaginary
elevator and pretended that I was about to push a button when Sally reached
out and grabbed my towel. The audience howled with laughter and I decided
that they all needed a good spanking.

"Paul had pushed the button for the sixteenth floor. A girl's floor. When
the elevator got there, the doors opened halfway and got stuck because of
Paul's towel. Paul tried to get them to close so he could get back to his
own floor, but they wouldn't."

I stepped forward and pretended to look out of the imaginary elevator. Then
I stepped back and beat on the doors and pushed all the different buttons as
frantically as I could.

"Paul knew that the stairwell was only about twenty feet down the hall and
figured he could dash out and get to the stairs before anyone saw him. He
looked out of the elevator and the coast looked clear, so he dashed into the
hall."  I pretended to look out of the elevator and then ran to the middle
of the stage.

"Just as he got halfway, one of the doors opened and three girls stepped
into the hall. They were all wearing robes and were heading for their own
showers." Janae, Ashley and Sally all stepped onto the stage. "Paul
recognized them and knew they were all very very near sighted and saw that
none of them were wearing their glasses, so he froze like a statue with his
arms held up like L's and hoped they wouldn't see him." I froze holding my
elbows out from my body, arms up. Now I recognized the joke and figured the
order of the girls would determine if I had to transfer schools or not.

"The girls all walked down the hallway chatting until they came to Paul."
Carly said. The three girls all walked across the stage until they were
right in front of me.

"Look, a new vending machine." Ashley said loudly. "I think I've got a
quarter, let's try it out." Ashley reached into her pocket and pulled out an
imaginary quarter and pushed it into my mouth. Then she reached out, grabbed
my cock atthe head and rubbed her hand in to the base and back out again.
She grinned at me, reached up to my right hand, "Look, a bottle of shampoo
for a quarter." she said.

I prayed for Sally, but Janae said, "Let me try." She pulled an imaginary
quarter from her pocket, pushed it into my mouth and grabbed my cock. She
rubbed it in and out along the shaft and then reached up to my left hand.
"Look, I got a bar of soap."

Sally stepped up in front of me. I decided that I wouldn't let my cooperate,
no matter what.

"I want to try." Sally said, and placed her imaginary quarter into my mouth
and grabbing my cock. She rubbed it forward and back. She reached up to my
right hand, then my left hand. "Nothing!" she yelled. "I got gypped."

Have you ever had something that you didn't want to look at, but your eyes
were attracted to like magnets. Like fat old Aunt Bessie in a swimsuit. Then
you know how I felt as my eyes landed on Mr. Atwood. That was not a happy
man, I told myself as Sally grabbed my cock again. I willed my body not to
respond and tried to send Mr. Atwood a message with mental telepathy that
this was not my idea.

"Damn machine stole my quarter." Sally yelled as she rubbed her hand up and
down my shaft. I told myself I could hold out all night if necessary, but
about six strokes later I could feel that familiar pressure in the head of
my cock that told me the punchline was coming, and so was I.

At least I didn't groan or yell as a thick glob of cum spurted out of my
cock onto Sally's hands. She turned to the audience displaying her prize as
another spurt dribbled onto the floor. "Look, hand lotion."

I stood there dripping cum onto the stage as the audience roared with
laughter.

I figured as long as there was at least one guy on the jury, I could never
be convicted of Carly's murder.

And as for Mr. Atwood, there was always home school.

Chapter 16
Sunday Morning


"Great show yesterday." Doug said as I came out of the dining hall after
breakfast.

"You have a future in porn." Marcia added.

"Thanks guys." I said, adding them to the list of people who were going to
suffer horribly.

Then I felt like Stephen King's Carrie and erased the list.

"It's been a hell of a week, hasn't it." I said with a big smile and walked
on, knowing that my good humor would bother them.

Carly was waiting for me a few feet away. "Does that smile mean I'm
forgiven?" she asked.

"No, it means I'm bugging the hell out of Doug and Marcia." I told her.

Last night after the skit I'd gone back to my bunkroom alone, and hadn't
gone out with Carly or Ashley. Of course, after cumming on stage, I really
didn't need to. Hell, this morning I woke up without a boner for the first
time in at least six years. I figured the little fellow had enough.

"It was just a joke. Can't we talk about this." Carly asked.

I pictured spanking Carly, then remembered that I'd erased my Carrie list.

"There's nothing to talk about. It was a great skit. I'm just being
childish."

"Then you're not mad?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course I'm mad. I told you that I'm being childish. There's no way I'm
going to waste a good mad."

"Do you think you'll get over anytime soon?"

"The mad? Probably in ten or fifteen minutes. The embarrassment? I figure if
I keep a real low profile for seven or eight years, people will forget all
about it. I didn't want to go to Stanford anyway. I'll just live in my
parent's basement and stuff envelopes for a living and become a curmudgeon."

"Your parent's don't have a basement." Carly reminded me.

"You're not helping." I told her and walked away. I couldn't help grinning
as soon as my back was to her. Carly is very hard to stay mad at. Over the
years, believe me, I've tried.

I walked into the bunkroom and the girls were in about six clusters.
"Okay..." I yelled. "Who's not packed yet?"

I wasn't surprised when Ashley raised her hand. I was surprised when she was
the only one.

"Bring her to me." I ordered and laughed maniacally. I practice my maniac's
laugh, you never know when it will come in handy. Several of the girls,
including Janae and Kayla grabbed Ashley and dragged her toward me.

When they got close, I grabbed her wrist and hauled her onto my lap, face
down. I raised my hand to spank, then looked up at the crowd. "With or
without pants?" I asked, and all of them yelled 'without'. I reached under
her and unfastened Ashley's fly and pulled down the zipper. Then I skinned
her tight jeans down her thighs to her knees.

Again I raised my hand to strike, stopped, and looked at the crowd. "With or
without panties?" 'Without' they yelled without hesitation and I reached
down again and pulled her pink butterflied panties down to her jeans. As I
adjusted her on my lap, I could feel the tip of my cock pressed against the
fold of her pussy.

I raised my hand again and this time let it fall with a loud smack. I gave
her two more, then lifted her to her feet. I looked her in the face,
"Packed! Now!" I said and she scampered through the mob toward her bunk.

She got about halfway there, turned and ran back and gave me a big hug, then
ran back to her bunk and started throwing her clothes and other stuff into a
backpack.

"If you're packed, I want your stuff piled outside the door, then I want
this place spotless." I was amazed at how quickly everyone jumped to obey. I
might have a career as a tyrant.

***


I stood outside the bus watching my girls chatting in small groups. The
other counselors were frantically trying to get their groups organized and
luggage loaded. We were done.

There are definite advantages to being a tyrant.

Carly came up beside a few minutes later.

"Would you like to ride together?" she asked. "Mr. Atwood said that all us
high schoolers are officially off duty."

"I'm pretty sure that Mr. Atwood would prefer that I stay here in the
woods." I said, wondering if one less recommendation letter in my Stanford
file would make the difference. Stanford is hard to get into.

"Mr. Atwood is not mad at you. He knew exactly what we were going to do, I
told him beforehand."

"And he agreed?"

"After I reminded him how much he liked my tits."

"And the other teachers knew too?"
"Mr Linwood and Mr Martell both like my tits too."

"Please don't tell me Mrs Tate liked your tits. I don't think I could handle
it."

"No, but Mrs Tate has more of a sense of humor than most people give her
credit for. And since she could retire at any minute, she also doesn't give
a damn what anybody else thinks. She does think you have a nice tool, by the
way. Her exact words."

I really didn't want to think about Mrs Tate admiring my tool.

"So Mr. Atwood knew his only daughter was going to jack me off in front of
the whole sixth grade?" I said, starting o relax.

"Well..."

"Carly!" I said sharply.

"He knew the joke, and he knew that Sally had a part in the skit." she
hesitated, "I may not have mentioned which part."

"I've waited my whole life to go to Stanford and now I'll be lucky to get
into Watermelon Mountain Community Collage." I moaned.

"No community collage for you. You'll come to Columbia with me." Carly
promised.

"I don't want Columbia. I want Stanford!" I said stomping my foot like a two
year old. Carly patted me on the head.

Doug and Marcia walked by on their way to bus three and I nodded politely at
them. Doug had his arm around her, his hand on her ass. "She'll dump him by
Monday." Carly said cattily.

"Ha." I snorted. A lot you know. Ten to one says She'll dump him before the
bus comes to a stop back at school."

"Fifty cents." Carly challenged.

"You're covered."

My girls were lining up to get on the bus and I took Carly by the hand and
pulled her over into the line. Once again the girls all settled in the back
of the bus. Carly started to pull me into a seat in the middle but I pulled
her along and we sat in the middle of the group of chatting girls and talked
to all of them all the way back to school.

After all, they were my girls.

Afterward


It was, as I've said before, one hell of a week. And several months later, I
still haven't decided if I think The Program is a good idea. I mean, my
girls will be in high school in a couple more years, do I really want
Ashley, or Janae or Sally to go through it.

I won my bet with Carly. Doug was history about the time their bus hit the
city limits. I haven't collected my fifty cents yet, but Carly promises me I
will. She says she'd rather owe it to me than beat me out of it.

Mr. Atwood was cool to me for a couple of weeks but at the end of the school
year wrote me a fantastic letter of reference for my Stanford file. He even
mentioned that I'd had to go through the NIS program during the week I'd
volunteered at Outdoor school. He said I handled a difficult situation with
a great deal of maturity.

When we got back to school, Jerry had decided that he wanted to go out with
the Polaski sisters. Cindy was a junior and Maryanne was a freshman. So
Carly and I went out for a couple of months, but now we're both seeing other
people. We're still best friends, thank God we didn't ruin that. And we
still have sex when the mood hits us, which being red blooded American
teenagers is a lot.

Carly, Ashley and I had a long talk with Ashley's mom. It was uncomfortable
for everybody, but I think she understood how much her actions were
bothering Ashley and how her reputation could effect Ashley too. She's been
pretty good for a couple of months now.

Ashley and I get together for some vigorous exercise about once a week or
so. Thankfully we use beds now instead of the ground. Ashley has hinted that
Janae wants to join in, but I've been firm. So far.

I still help out at the middle school so I see 'My Girls' a lot. They come
to me for advice on their problems, especially with boys, and that makes me
feel pretty good. Most of them try to cop feels or offer other services, but
I've told them that the program is over. Some times it's no fun being a good
guy.

The only other thing I can think of that you might be interested in is the
first three school days after we came back.

On Monday, when we got to school, Beech decided that since Carly and I had
not been on school property for our program, that we had to do it again.
Carly flat out refused and I backed her up. When he threatened to have us
stripped, she let him know that she'd file assault charges against anybody
who touched her and him. Beech suspended us so loudly that people in the
hallway knew about it.

On Tuesday, Mr Turner came back from his surgery, un-suspended us and
pronounced us satisfactorily completed with the NIS program. He also removed
the suspensions from our records. As we came back to school, Carly and I
started plotting our revenge.

On Wednesday, at the weekly teacher's meeting, Mr. McCoy, the superintendent
reamed the Ol'Leech a new one for sending naked teenagers on a middle school
trip, for trying to send us through the program a second week, for
suspending two of the school's best students, and for doing it so loudly
that the whole school knew about it. The last was a little unfair since he
was so loud that a couple dozen students in the hall outside the teacher's
lounge enjoyed the show.

Apparently the district is not going to pick up Beech's contract next year.

Carly and I decided to be big about it and not pour salt in his wounds.

No revenge for us.

Unless we happen to think of something really good.

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