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                   Girl Scout Camp Nookies
                       An Erotic Story
     
     I was set up!
     Honestly, you'd *think* you could trust your own wife
and daughter to be on *your* side, especially when it comes
to things like this.
     
     I woke up about the fourth (or was it fifth now?)
morning of Girl Scout Camp to birds tweeting, the soft
shirrush of pine trees in a light breeze, and green canvas
over my head.  I also woke up to feeling a bit crowded and
strained.  It took me a bit to remember exactly where I was
.. At Girl Scout Camp, in a tent, and the soft pressure on
each side reminded me that I was also in a double-sleeping-
bag (two sleeping bags zipped together to make one) lying
between the soft warm bodies of two pubescent, extremely
sexy, and *very* naked teenaged girls.
     Oh God.
     I carefully unzipped the side of the bag; trying my
best to not wake up the two sexy nymphets who had been
sharing the bag with me the previous night.  Their bags
zipped together, their tent, and one supposedly oversexed
pervert sleeping between two sexy, horny, and beautiful
young women in the prime of their fertility and sexuality;
both girls carrying what was likely several tablespoons of
my sperm-laden seed in their sexy young tummies and
developing fertilities from the almost-orgy of the night
before.  Thank goodness for modern medicine!  Because of the
lack of availability of condoms or other such barriers at a
Girl Scout Camp, I was painfully aware that if not for the
protection of modern birth-control pills that almost all
mothers gave their little girls these days, likely both sexy
teenagers would be giving birth to my kids in a hair over
nine months from the previous night.  An incredibly erotic
thought; but quite scary too.
     Oh God.  I should have known better than to volunteer.
     As I carefully peeled back the top layer of sleeping
bag, my horny gaze rested on the perfect pink rosiness of a
delicious teenaged ass.  Carla was sleeping on her tummy; a
tiny wisp of white showing where a tissue kept my seed in
her vagina from leaking out and making a sticky mess of the
sleeping bag.  The sight was enough to make my prick hard as
a brick and *tempt* me into porking the girl one more time
before hurrying off to the latrine to relieve the now
incredible strain my bladder had from a full night.  While
that gave me a piss-hard, the real thing was soon
threatening to keep me from going, even once I made it down
the trail to where the wooden shelter was.
     My first mistake of the morning was looking vainly
around for my clothes.  Nothing.  Not even the short skirts,
blouses, and sexy panties that these girls called a
"uniform".  Only two shoes, a pair of socks, and two sets of
"flip-flops", one pink and one blue, that I vaguely
remembered as belonging to the two girls still snoozing
lightly on either side of me.  No clothes.
     Oh God ... Again!  Once more I remembered how
thoroughly my wife and kid had set me up.  It's bad enough
when all the nubile young girls in the neighborhood know
you're a pervert, and expect you to perform.  Having two or
three sexy, nubile, fertile, and pubescent Girl Scouts drop
over to your house every day; each leaving satisfied from a
few minutes to a few hours later with thick heavy gobs of
your cum inside each of their sexy bodies, tight little
slits, and developing young wombs, kinda' makes a name for
you among the neighbors.  That's bad enough; as it tempts
other girls in the same age ranges or at least similar ones,
from 10-year-old Brownies to 18-year-old Seniors in High-
School, all wanting to see if you are as good in bed as they
hear from their Girl Scout classmates ... and even your own
daughter, now carrying her own baby brother, now four months
along, in her cute and sexy young tummy.
     Well ... How is a pervert to refuse?  Especially when
something *truly* erotic happens, like the Den Mother of the
Brownie Scouts drops off THAT whole troop on you one day,
and tells all fifteen little girls, ranging in age from
seven years old to eleven ... Just under Girl Scout Age, to
"Do whatever Mr. Jenkins tells you to," and the FIRST thing
the kids want to do is go swimming in your pool ... But not
one brought along swimsuits, so they all go skinny-dipping;
getting completely undressed in front of the neighborhood
pervert (me) before I could even object.  This led to me
feeling up all 15 kids, finger fucking most of them, near-
fucking five of them, and actually getting my prick inside
the two oldest (twins); where I was actually ejaculating my
sperm in one of them when her mother came over to pick the
kid up.  This led to the mother wanting a little of what her
daughter got ... and me knobbing a mother daughter TRIO; as
the two little preteens were supposedly "way too young" to
even need birth-control; and their mother was living alone
with them, so she also (again) supposedly "didn't need it."
Yeah, right.  I figured afterwards that once again I had
been set-up by my lovely yet perverted wife; and the whole
thing was planned from beginning to end.
     I *was* going to write that story up as "Brownie Bake
Sale" or "How I ate six Brownies in one sitting"; but I
guess it's not necessary, as you get the idea of what
happened right here.  Well: Almost all.  From then on, once
I did such a good job of "taking care of" the group, I found
myself saddled every Wednesday night with a giggling group
of naked little preteens; all wondering what kind of sexy
games the neighborhood pervert would want to play with their
smooth young bodies and tight little cunny-holes.  A few of
the older girls even got to feel my prick stretching their
tight little slits, while the younger kids stared enviously
as I jerked and pumped thick white gobs of baby-goo into
their older playmates' sexy young tummies.
     Like I said, it's bad enough being a pervert that
everybody knows likes to fuck little girls ... especially
sexy, pubescent, nubile, and *fertile* little girls.  My
proclivities were well too known, it seems; and even those
cute and sexy little Girl Scouts with pill-protected tummies
knew they could get me to ejaculate amazing amounts of thick
white baby-goo in their tight little slits, just by
whispering sexily in my ear, "Ooh, Daddy.  Knock me up.  I
want to feel your baby in my belly," while squirming their
tight little baby-tubes sexily around my swollen and cum-
spitting prick.  It's *unfair* to take such advantage of me.
I have a reputation to protect.
     And THAT is the other problem.  Like I said, it's bad
enough having the reputation of a pervert.  People don't
have enormous expectations of virility from perverts.
Perverts just like to fuck little girls; not keep up with
the horny demands of adult women; so not all that much
stamina is expected of them.
     Super-studs who fuck five, six, and even seven or more
times a day; ejaculating sperm filled seed in fertile belly
after sexy young belly of wife, horny teenaged daughter,
between two to four horny and eager Girl Scouts, and other
neighbor girls who started dropping over when my
proclivities for young stuff got to be obvious ... and then
add in a few *adult* women, once they learned from Scout
Leaders and Den Mothers, that it wasn't just *little* girls
that attracted me sexually, but any female that was possibly
fertile: be that girl only seven or woman over thirty.
     Then my wife and own little girl who I was also
screwing and knocking up, got together and told the Girl
Scout Council ... Who already knew all about the "Girl Scout
Nookies" I'd bought during the sale a few months previously
.. And so I ended up in *this* mess.
     It was two weeks earlier that I first learned that my
"services" had been "volunteered" to "help out at Girl Scout
Camp".
     
     Now normally I wouldn't mind helping out at a Girl
Scout Jamboree or something like that.  I'd known for over a
year that Karen's troop had been planning an outing at "Camp
Lotta Sticky Nookie" as the girls called it, since about
seventy-five girls camped out for two weeks with only a few
of their mothers and other female Camp Counselors along with
two women cooks, meant no horny boyfriends, brothers,
fathers, or any *other* male members of the human race were
there to relieve the pressures that teenaged girls get ...
especially nubile and pubescent Girl Scouts, in the prime of
their fertility, sexuality, and health who played games in
the healthful and pristine surroundings of a Girl Scout Camp
that was miles from the nearest town and horny males.
     Oh, there *used* to be a Boy Scout Camp about three
miles away; but when all too many of the girls managed to
get lost at night on their way over to "visit" the boys, and
similar lost kids in the Boy's camp happened each year, as
horny boys headed for the nearest available font of almost
unending pussy ....
     Well, that, and the final capper of six girls having to
get married after supposedly being "alone" with no male
company for two weeks, in the last memorable year ... and
the Boy Scout Camp was moved to a different lake over twenty
miles away.  The previously well-satisfied male cooks and
counselors of the Boy Scout Camp were considerably unhappy
with this change; many quitting when a considerable part of
what they considered the unlisted "perks" of working out in
the middle of nowhere were suddenly removed.  But that, of
course, is yet another story.
     Now I have a reputation of being able to fix almost
anything from a broken chair to a burned-out lightbulb, to
the bleeding a girl gets every month between her legs.  <Big
Grin!>  So when I found out my wife and daughter had
"volunteered me" to be the "fixit man" for a Scout Troop of
essentially not-mechanically-inclined young girls and
similar women, at first I was pretty happy with the thought.
     I was especially happy at not having to do without all
the teenaged pubescent pussy I had been getting since buying
out the local supply of Girl Scout Nookies at their sale a
couple of months previously.  The whole troop and two others
away at Girl Scout Camp for two weeks would have been bad
enough; depriving me of not only their nookies, but my wife
and sexy young daughter's as well!
     Now that was bad enough.  But the local groups,
including my daughter's troop, had all made such a nice
profit selling both cookies AND nookies (one group somehow
managing to sell an entire semi-load of cookies; and another
one not far behind) that this time the whole local group of
three troops were going to get together for a whole *month*
of "fun in the sun".  To say I was wondering how I could
possibly survive without even my sexy wife or horny young
daughter to fuck, would be an enormous understatement!
Then, to get a reprieve, where I would be staying at the
same Camp, the only male in miles, my wife and horny nymphet
of a daughter there with us, and over 500 "Girl Scout
Nookie" chits remaining in my stash ... Well, I was not only
relieved, but eager!
     I was actually looking forward to the campout myself.
I knew that a Girl Scout outing, even with girls dressed up
in "official" Scout clothing, was exciting for a pervert
like me.  Just being surrounded by sexy young pubescent
females in the prime of their fertility would likely keep me
hard all day long.  Knowing how all three troops had cut
their clothes into sexy outfits that most cheerleaders would
envy, gave me visions of seeing enormous quantities of soft
pink female flesh that most men only saw in their most
erotic wet-dreams.
     But that wasn't the limit.  Girl Scouts, like all kids
their ages, like to go *swimming* and *boating* and *other
water sports*.  The "uniform" for such activities is *not*
the (comparatively) staid and demure Girl Scout Uniform ...
even as cut down into erotic displays like the girls of
Karen's troop had, but:  *swimsuits*!!!
     Now if you think of "swimsuits" worn even by Girl
Scouts as one-piece outfits like girls wore when you were a
kid ... Well, you have no idea of how much styles and
fashions have changed over the years.  I had already seen
about a dozen of Karen's classmates and fellow Girl Scouts
parading around the pool out back, in outfits that would
have given my own parents heart-attacks.  Well, OK:  DAD
would have had a hard-attack; and I wouldn't blame him!
Modern two-piece tiny pieces of cloth that really didn't
cover anything important, held together not by wrap-around
clothing like even the "bikinis" of my day; but tiny strings
that looked about to come untied (and sometimes did) left
teenaged bodies completely uncovered to perverted male eyes
like mine; showing soft rounded bare butts, smooth bronzed
bodies, and even soft mounds of titties barely covered by
tiny triangles of cloth, that sometimes didn't even hide the
entire mound underneath the straining "garment" but only the
child's nipple and aureole, if that!  Down below, equally
tiny triangles *didn't* hide much of the girls' developing
puberty at all.  Some even had the bottom tips of those
triangles vanishing *into* the girls' pubic mounds, instead
of covering them in a "camel toe" like you would expect.
Many of the girls would look less sexy completely stark-
staring-naked than they did completely "dressed" to go
swimming, like I expected to see several dozen girls so-
attired each day.
     A pervert's dream of heaven, wouldn't you say?
     
     I was set up!
     
     How could I possibly have resisted such an attractive
scenario, even if I *had* known?  I know ... I know ... I
*should* have suspected something strange was going on, when
the wife and daughter *both* managed to pack with only one
tiny suitcase apiece.  Usually the wife, and especially
Karen seems to pack enough clothing and junk for just a two-
day excursion to fill up the entire rear of the station-
wagon.  This time, I lifted both of their suitcases in each
hand and tossed them into the back, before adding my own
case, heavy with enough clothing for two weeks, and the rest
of the case packed with horny stories of little girls
getting porked, along with porn and even some of what would
be considered "child porn" if I hadn't bought it over-the-
counter years earlier when such things were completely
legal.  Pretty sexy young girls taking thick spurting male
pricks up in their tight little cunnies ... Just like I had
been doing every day since the Girl Scout Nookie Sale that
had made life so much more enjoyable for a dirty old pervert
like me.
     Now WHY did I pack away *jack-off material* when going
to a Girl Scout Camp?  OK ... If that was any *normal* such
camp, such extra material would have been a *necessity* for
any normally horny man.  Otherwise, the presence of so much
prime pussy in the peak of fertility would have either
broken the man, or turned him into a child-rapist, if denied
the relief-of-pressure of jacking-off.  Besides, this troop
to the contrary, *most* Girl Scouts just aren't interested
in having sex with Dirty Old Men like me.  Teasing old men
with their firm young bodies, and showing off their budding
sexuality, yes:  all the time.  But actually helping one of
those poor men relieve the pressure in his balls that *they*
created?  Sadly, no.  Not a chance.
     THIS camp, of course was different.  But then, so am I.
I understand that *most* men "need sex" about once or twice
a week.  That being about how often they jack-off, if no
woman is available to "service their needs".  Oh, *most* of
those same men could "get it up" sometimes as often as two
or three times a day, if pressed, and if some unusually sexy
woman or women preferably aroused him to such heights.  Like
I said, I was different.  Even when having sex from my
lovely wife two or three times a day, I often still jack-off
five or six times a day.  Yes, that often.  In one memorable
day, I once fucked my wife three times, and jacked off the
same day seven more.  The technical term for men like me is
a "satyr"; named after horny goatlike men who supposedly are
permanently obsessed with sex.
     Even after buying out the local Girl Scout Troop's
entire stock of "Girl Scout Nookies" (See the story of the
same name.) and finding out that my own sexy little girl
liked sex: full cum-squirting and baby-making vaginal
intercourse from her own pervert of a dad pumping thick
white gobs of baby-goo in her flat little tummy even more
often than my horny wife did, I *still* needed to jack-off
on occasion, but just not nearly as often; sometimes only
needing to "beat my meat" one or two times after filling my
little girl's tummy with sticky Daddy-cum two or three
times, my wife's sexy tummy once or twice, and the pill-
protected bellies of two or three Girl Scouts in the
afternoon, or the open and fertile tummy of one or the other
of the two non-protected girls in the Troop, if I was lucky
and it was close to time for the girl to be ovulating and
ready for a sperm to knock the kid up.
     So, to keep from being the Camp Rapist, I *needed* such
material, just as a more "normal" man might in a more
"normal" Girl Scout Camp.
     
     I hadn't realized yet that I had been set up.  My
reputation had preceded me.  Both wife and daughter gave
completely unrealistic stories about me.  They thought they
were doing me a favor, I guess.  <Sigh.>
     
     Yes, I was halfway up the trail to from the Parking Lot
where all vehicles were kept, to the slightly over a mile of
where the Camp actually resided and everything was packed-
in, when I realized something was up ... and most likely it
would be my prick!
     Actually, at first I didn't even realize what I was
seeing, as a beautiful young girl passed by in the opposite
direction and I admired her body.  In fact, it wasn't until
Karen reprimanded me by saying dryly, "Dad!  Get your tongue
back in your body.  She wasn't *that* good looking!" that I
realized that: A.  I had been unabashedly staring; and B.
The sexy Girl Scout walking the other direction was only
wearing heavy shoes and an official Girl Scout Cap as her
"uniform".  Nothing else; not regular uniform, panties, bra,
or even string-bikini marred the perfection of the girl's
naked body, from sexy long black hair to smooth young
thighs, to the soft bushy triangle of fur barely covering
the girl's pouting cunny-lips between those thighs.
     "What's the matter, Hon?" asked my wife; seeming to be
surprised at my surprise.  "Didn't we tell you?  The whole
camp is likely that way.  Since there are only girls there
(except you, of course) the Troop Leaders thought that
washing and taking care of clothes would be just unneeded
effort; especially since the girls will likely be in and out
of the lake all day long.  So, they decided it will be
"clothing optional" for most of the people there; but most
of the girls will likely be naked from sunrise to sunset,
except (of course) at the fire each night."
     "Most of the people?" I asked; suddenly suspicious ...
and rightfully so, it turned out.
     "Well, Daddy," Karen spoke up brightly, "The Troop
Leaders decided it wouldn't be fair to us girls if the
`Staff' was always dressed.  So, to make a good example, all
the people who are *not* Girl Scouts themselves, will spend
the entire time naked too ... Well, except for aprons by the
cooks and such.  They don't want anybody getting burned."
     "ALL the staff?" I growled.
     "Uhuh," she answered cheerfully, "That's including YOU
too, Daddy.  After all, it's Summer; and you won't NEED any
clothing, unlike the cooks."  My daughter looked at me
expectantly; never seeming to doubt in the least that her
admitted pervert of a father would love running around
naked, the only male in miles, with close to eighty other
nubile, pubescent, fertile, and equally naked young females
in the same camp.
     I *almost* turned around and went home.  The girls
should have, at the very *least* asked me first.  I might be
a pervert; but walking around naked all day long with a hard-
on pointing at each girl, like I was expecting her to have
sex with me ... or at least *wishing* she was, was enough to
scare even a pervert of my caliber.  And, with at least 75
sexy, nubile, pubescent, and lovely Girl Scouts, ranging in
age from barely-eligible to be in the Scouts at 12 years old
to late teenagers of 16 or even 18, ready to go off to
college, along with five to ten beautiful women also going
around stark-naked, I *would* be seeming to proposition each
girl and woman into having sex with me right there, as my
prick showed off my arousal and obvious sexual interest in
each child, girl, teenager, or woman as appropriate.  I told
my precocious slut of a daughter this.  My almost four-
months *pregnant* precocious slut of a daughter.
     It was THEN, that I learned how I had been set up.
     "Oh, Daddy!" Karen giggled; shaking all over with
amusement.  Somehow during our walk towards the Campground,
my sexy little daughter had been shedding article after
article of clothing, until the girl was almost as stripped
as the wet-dream we had passed on the way up.  "Of *course*
everybody in Camp is going to know you want to have sex with
them.  All the girls in Camp are *expecting* you to!"
     "Uhuh," she confirmed.  "Counting the staff, there's
close to ninety women in camp ... Eighty-four, if I remember
rightly; or three women a day for the next four weeks.
Actually, you'll be expected to sleep with two different
girls every night, and have sex with at least one other girl
every day, just to keep things fair (not counting me and
Mom, of course ... They don't expect you to give US up, so
we can fuck you whenever we want to.) so each one of us at
Camp will get to have sex with you at least twice; and most
of the girls will get to have you share a tent with them at
least once."
     I *should* have run down the road screaming, and took
off; leaving the wife and kid to explain things to the rest
of the Girl Scouts without me.
     I should have.
     Of course, I didn't.
     There's one thing about having a reputation.  Deserved
or not, and good or bad, a person usually tries to live up
to it.  Thus Billy The Kid shot far more people than he had
to; just to keep up the image of being a bad-guy.  Many
politicians or Movie Stars also get sucked into the trap of
having reputations to live up to.
     Now I didn't *mind* so much having the reputation of
being a pervert.  It got me more little-girl-pussy and
fertile young woman tail than any Dirty Old Man like me has
any right to ever even dream about.  Already, with all the
Girl Scout Nookies I'd bought a month or two earlier, I was
getting more pubescent tail than likely any previous pervert
in history.
     Thinking about Girl Scout Nookies, and the chits I had
carefully packed away in the suitcase along with the now-
useless clothes that were getting heavier and heavier as we
finally approached the outskirts of Camp ... "What about the
chits I have?" I asked.  "I know the girls will honor them,
even under these conditions, but ... uh ... do I have to
`spend' them on each girl I have sex with?  I'll be half out
by the time camp is over," I complained.
     "Oh Daddy, we KNOW that!  There's no charge for any
nookies you get at Girl Scout Camp, even from those you
bought boxes from.  It's like the food here.  The Girl Scout
Camp Cookies are free ... and so are the Girl Scout Camp
Nookies!"
     "Oh."  What else could I say?  How could I possibly
turn down an entire month of *FREE* Girl Scout Camp Nookies?
Could you?
     "You new arrivals can drop your clothing and luggage in
the building over there," informed a buxom woman wearing
little more than a smile, a Girl Scout Cap like the young
woman on the trail, and two flip-flops like I soon learned
were ubiquitous and the preferred footwear around Camp;
needing minimal care, no socks to wash, and not being
bothered by entry into or out of the water the girls were in
and out of all day long.
     "There are lockers for everybody.  Take the key from
the locker with you.  It has a band you can wear around your
wrist, or with the snap, put in your hair."  She raised her
cap to show her own "key"; looking more like a fancy
butterfly clasp fastened securely in her bob of a hairdo as
some kind of decoration than something to open a locker
with.  Obviously somebody somewhere had paid attention to
the needs of naked women.  "I'll get you two adults your
hats," she added, "when you come back out."  It seems the GS
caps were uniforms worn to identify Staff; as otherwise
every naked body looked like another naked body.  The girls
needed to know who to ask for help or direction; and who was
authorized to give them.
     Well ... That started the nightmare.
     Oh yeah ... I suppose to YOU, the thought of having
almost constant sex, hour after hour, day after day, and
week after week for a whole month with over 80 horny and
nubile young girls, sexy and pubescent young women, needing
and experienced adult women, and likely any other fertile
female who happened to be even visiting the camp using your
prick as a tool to get off on (or so it seemed to me while
it was going on) would seem like a wet-dream of what Heaven
could only hope to be.  Only *most* men would collapse in
sexual exhaustion after the third fuck.  Because my body was
used to such sexual exercise every day, thankfully augmented
recently by the Girl Scout Troop Nookie Sale, I barely
managed to survive.  Barely.
     I was just sliding my suitcase, clothes I was wearing,
and stray accouterments like wallet, knife, and pens into
the locker and collecting my fancy jewel of a "key" when I
noticed a lovely young lady beside me; staring hopefully at
likely the first man she'd seen in several days; as many of
the girls had started arriving up to almost a week before
"official" opening of the camp.  She was delicious.
     Soft brown hair half-covered firm young breasts that
announced the nubility of the girl.  Smooth, completely
golden skin, without even the faintest hint of a "tan line"
showed this was either the girl's natural color, or that the
youngster usually went sunning herself "au natural" as was
the rule at Scout Camp.  Likely the third loveliest fur bush
(after my wife and daughter's) I'd ever seen softly covered
the tight little hole and pouting mound of the teenager ...
likely 14 or 15 at the oldest.
     "Mmmm .... Is THAT for me?" she purred; looking
hopefully at the swollen erection pointing obscenely at her
perfect tummy and soft pink navel that would set porno
directors raving.
     "Uh ...."  I looked to the left and right at my wife
and daughter ... and got no sympathy from either one.  My
wife smiled, and Karen shrugged, as if to say, "Why not?"
     So ... I did it.  Right there, in the locker-room, on
top of a pile of my now-discarded clothing, I took the girl;
hugged her close, kissed her on the lips, sucked on the two
delicious nipples, poked my tongue in her soft little navel,
worked my way down the girl's body until I was lapping from
the Fountain of Youth; and brought the young woman to a
screeching orgasm, before fitting my swollen and now cum-
dribbling prick into the soft wet pinkness of her waiting
vagina.
     Unexpectedly, there was a snapping sensation as I slid
inside the girl.  It seems I had just taken the maidenhead
of my first virgin!  Hard to believe I know, these days with
boyfriends, sausages, dildos, and mostly tampons that most
pubertal girls use; but they do exist.  Over the next few
days and weeks I was to be astounded at how many of then
actually did exist.  Did, because none remained at the end
of Girl Scout Camp.
     I *tried* to pull out; but the girl was having none of
it.  Squealing she pulled my body into hers; so I had no
choice but to sheathe my penis inside the heat and tightness
of her amazingly powerful little box.  The girl (Linda, I
learned afterward) had a tighter box than all the boxes of
the Girl Scout Nookies that I'd already redeemed from each
member of my daughter's troop.
     "Oh God, I'm gonna ...," I warned the girl, before
lurching as the first thin squirt of sperm-filled seed spat
out of my prick and into her welcoming fertility.  "I'd
better ...," I started to say, "... pull out," but she
pulled me forcefully into her body with a pleading, "Do it.
Do it, Please?  Do it?" that had me jerking thick sticky
wads of baby-goo into the soft pink depths of the girl's
tummy for likely the first time in her life.  It isn't often
a horny old goat like me is allowed to pop the cherry of a
Sweet Young Thing this delicious.  Ever afterwards,
remembering Russ' tale, her name would be "Cherry" to me,
Linda being long forgotten as the girl's name.  Her golden
complexion was like a gold cherry.  Her soft lips were
cherry red.  And ... I got her cherry; the first one ever.
Within a week, everybody else in camp was calling her
"Cherry" too; as she adopted the name for her own.
     As I pulled out, thick white curds of gooey cum slowly
oozed from the crack of a peach of her now ruined virginity;
only a slight pinkish tinge letting the world know the girl
was now a woman.
     "I'm sorry," I apologized; now slightly worried that I
hadn't been able to pull out, along with doubting that a
virgin would have found a need for prophylaxis prior to
this.  Oh, some parents put their little girls "on the pill"
for such reasons, and "just in case".  That didn't mean
*this* girl was so-protected.  "I couldn't help it," I
added; looking fascinated at where my seed was oozing out of
the tight little slit of the first complete virgin I'd ever
had.
     "Don't worry about it," shrugged the girl.  "I knew
what was happening, and I didn't want to stop ... Did you?"
     I had to agree that I hadn't.
     "So there," she decided, "What's done is done; and I'm
not going to worry about it now.  If something happens later
..."  She shrugged again.  "... Well, I guess it does.  In
any case, I'm not blaming you for not pulling out when I
wouldn't have let you go anyway."
     Oh God.
     The girl picked up her belongings off the floor,
stuffed them hurriedly into her locker and removed the
plastic key, stuck her "key" into her hair, and sauntered
back out the door.  A second later the girl poked her head
back inside and said, "Oh ... By the way ... Thanks!" before
vanishing.
     Over the next few weeks I saw the girl several times,
standing in line, on a boat, swimming in the lake, or
walking from place to place with obviously a specific
destination in mind.  Never once though did I get close
enough to talk to her about what we did that morning.
     Only on the final day did I "meat her"; having sex with
"Cherry" first as she was last; and bringing her to three
screaming orgasms before dumping my seed in her belly.  Only
when finished that last time did I remember the girl was
likely completely unprotected as there weren't any
drugstores or supplies other than First-Aid in Camp; not
even a condom to be had.  When I started to inquire about
her possible fertility, Cherry put a finger on my lips as
she gathered herself up to leave.  "Don't ask, and I won't
tell," she quietly chided me before vanishing out of my
life.  Unlike many of the girls from Camp over those four
weeks, most in fact, I never heard from or about "Cherry"
again, except for a few seconds when the camp closed in the
"reception line".  When I remembered to ask about the girl a
few months later, almost nobody else even seemed to know who
I was talking about, even once I finally remembered that her
"real" name was supposedly Linda ... <Sigh.>  Or, perhaps
not.  My memory for names isn't all that good.
     But, like I said, that was merely the FIRST seduction.
Whether I was seducing every girl in camp, or every girl in
camp was seducing me, it wasn't all that clear.
     However, ONE thing did seem to be organized about the
sexual escapades during the next month.  I never screwed
*any* girl in camp more than twice in the first two weeks;
and never more than three or four max during the whole time
I was there, except for notable exceptions like my wife, my
sexy slut of a daughter, and the winners of the Volleyball
contest.  Each girl or woman keeping track somehow of how
many times she had sex with me, and how many other girls
*needed* sex yet; the most eager ones hitting twice on me
early-on then waiting until I'd made the rounds with all the
other girls at least twice before it became "open season"
and hitting me up again for sex.
     Also, if I had sex with one girl, I somehow *never* got
assigned to sleep with either that girl *or* her tent-mate
for at least a week afterwards.
     Yes, I had sex with every girl and every woman in camp
over the 28 days we stayed there.  By the time I finished, I
figured I had laid each and every female at least three
times, and likely four ... Sleeping with all of the younger
girls *not* in Karen's troop two at a time, at least once;
and each of the six Girl Scout Nookie Sale girls as well.
     
     Which brings me back to the beginning: Not quite a week
into Camp, trying to sneak out of the tent where I'd spent
the night having sex multiple times with two nubile and
horny young teenagers, before the girls realized I was up,
had a hard-on, and the kids wanted me to repeat the process
of filling each of their sexy young tummies with sperm one
last time, before I left the tent and "their night" with me
was over.  Several other girls had succeeded in such amorous
temptations in the previous days; and from that experience I
knew I didn't dare succumb to such delights in the morning;
much as the idea seemed tempting with the perfect young
bodies so sexily displayed in the dappled light of the early
morning Summer sun streaming through the trees overhead,
moving softly in the breeze.
     Only, of course, I wasn't to get away *quite* that
easy.  "Please?" whimpered Denise; turning over to look
sadly at me, a tear leaking from one eye as I got ready to
leave and her night of carnality would cease.  "Please?"
     A stirring, and Carla moved on the other side; adding
her pleading looks to her tentmate's.  Not begging like
Denise; but obviously hoping for one last round before I
left to "service" other Girl Scouts in the troop.
     Yeah ... I know.  Sounds *wonderful*, doesn't it?  Two
nubile, erotic, sexy, pubescent, horny, and completely naked
young teenaged girls just *begging* for you to stick your
swollen prick up inside their tight little baby-holes and
pump each of their cute, sexy, and fertile young tummies
chock full of your thick, white, gooey, and sperm-laden cum,
just like you had three times each the night before: giving
each of the horny little sluts several orgasms apiece to
each one of yours, before all three of you were too
exhausted sexually to continue, and fell asleep in each
other's arms.
     Well ... I might not be Superman; but I'm not heartless
either.  While my overworked prick and most of the sperm in
my prostate would be needed for "duty" elsewhere that day in
the sexy young tummies of some of the other girls, I still
had tongue, fingers, toes, and other appendages.
     Even with my cum still slowly oozing out of their tight
little slits after the enormous quantities of sperm I'd
dumped in each of the girls' tight little bellies the night
before, both of the sexy young women tasted sweet and
delicious: different flavors for every girl and woman I
tasted during that whole month-long wet-dream.  I managed to
get Denise off once, and Carla twice before the pressure in
my bladder forced me to leave.  Well ... You couldn't say I
hadn't "serviced" the two girls decently that night.
     The latrine at camp was more of an open shelter than
the upright wooden box you associate mostly with the term,
"outhouse".  Up to six girls at once could take a shit or
dump, as needed.  There wasn't any urinal or even equivalent
hole; as the camp was built for women, not men.  So I
usually had to sit to pee, just like any of the girls.
     Of course, I got ambushed at the latrine.  After five
days, this had gotten to be a habit of horny young girls
wanting to get "their turn" to have intimate sex with me,
full adult-male-cock-in-pubescent-young-girl-cunny, with
sperm-squirting adult prick filling soft young female Girl
Scout tummy with sticky gooey seed, until my prick finally
wilted and gave out, even under the horny attack of two or
three sexy, nubile, and pubescent teenagers working with
tongues, lips, and soft young hands to get me erect again.
     After I fucked two girls at the Latrine, one "doggy
style" on the soft pine-needles outside the shelter, and the
other inside, with me sitting down and the horny youngster
bouncing up and down on my aching prick like it was the horn
of a saddle and she was a cowgirl, I managed to beg-off from
the other five (Two more girls had arrived and were watching
interestedly while I fucked the first two.) so I could get
some breakfast and recover.
     Breakfast that morning was (I *think* I remember which
morning that was.) bacon, toast, and eggs.  The bacon was
nice and crisp, but prepared more by "boiling in oil" in a
big "Dutch oven" filled to the rim with raw bacon and set to
"simmer" overnight on the campfire, instead of frying like
most bacon is.  Similarly the eggs had been buried deep into
soft sand around hot coals the night before; getting cooked
by the heat like "hard boiled" eggs are, but much tastier
.. IF you have a taste for the outdoors that is.  Each Girl
Scout (and the staff too) prepared their own toast-on-a-
stick by carefully browning it over the fire.  The butter
was really "soft" margarine, and the jam was raspberry
preserves.  Yummy!
     I managed to escape "fixing" anything for almost an
hour after breakfast, before a sexy young brownette walked
down the trail, found me admiring the scenery (She was a
considerable part of said scenery.) and climbed on my prick
without so much as a, "By your leave."  Five minutes after
she arrived I was filling the belly of my third pubescent
scout of the day with thick gooey sperm.
     After that, I had a rest for an hour or so, a fourth
seemingly random encounter where I porked a sexy little
Asian girl, and then off to lunch.
     Most mealtimes it seems I was off-limits, but not all.
Especially as some of the horny young sluts would crawl
under the table while I was eating; and I'd find my soft
prick surrounded by soft loving female mouth ... not s much
trying to get me off; but merely keeping my little-head
comfortably warm while I ate.  Usually the girls were good
enough to keep me right on the edge of cumming, without
"wasting it" down their eager mouths or hardworking young
throats.  Yes, throats.  A *few* of the girls managed to
take me completely to the root in their mouths; so the head
of my prick was actually halfway down their throats.  How do
you practice such a thing anyway?  That I didn't blow great
gobs of sticky baby-goo down those same hardworking throats
is a compliment to the girls' skills.
     In the afternoon, I took a siesta; just picking an
empty green tent at random to slide inside, as I didn't have
one of my own.  I figured the girl or girls who made that
"home" during camp wouldn't mind.  She didn't.
     I woke up to a soft young female body cuddled up to
mine "spoon fashion", while my horny hand softly cupped the
pointy cone of a sleeping but obviously pubescent young
girl.  My prick was already hard and leaking precum between
the girl's legs, so I shifted position slightly and slid
into the child; fucking the bronzed youngster in her sleep.
     Does anybody reading this story remember the tale of
"Sleeping Beauty"?  I always thought that somebody had
bowdlerized that story.  What girl, sleeping for a hundred
years would wake up at a mere kiss from a stranger?
However, an adult man climbing on TOP of you, sticking his
swollen prick INSIDE you, and likely taking your virginity
at the same time, just before jerking inside you and filling
your belly with baby-making cum ... and likely his baby as
well ....
     Well, what girl *wouldn't* wake up after an alarm like
that one?  And, with the horny stud's baby in her belly, why
not call the jerk a prince, since he's obviously the father
of the princess' baby?
     That's what I suspect *really* happen; but you know how
people tame down the stories all the time ... especially if
the "family" is royalty.
     This girl proved my point; waking almost immediately
after I got my prick completely inside her.  "Mmmmm," she
hummed.  "What a *wonderful* way to make up.  I was dreaming
until you slid inside me."
     "Nice dreams, I hope?" I asked; sliding out about an
inch before bottoming out in the girl again, with her hard
little knob of a cervix poking my prick in the tip.
     "Wonderful dreams," she purred; working back against
me.  "But not *nearly* as nice as reality."
     "Glad you like it," I agreed.  "It's nice for me too."
     After that, we stopped talking and got down to serious
fucking.  After two minutes I got on top, "in the saddle"
and the girl was singing erotic praises to my talents in a
voice that rose octave after octave until she was screaming
like an air-raid siren; attracting interested observers from
half the camp.
     She was cramping around me for the third time, when I
finally let loose in the girl's tummy and thought I was
done.
     ... Only to be met with at least five interested gazes
from Girl Scouts hoping I could raise the same siren from
them.  Oh God.  I really was set-up.
     I managed to beg off of "servicing" all five; telling
the girls I just wasn't Superman like they seemed to think
.. Which brought knowing grins from all around.  Damn the
big mouths of my horny wife and oversexed slut of a
daughter!  Why me, I ask.  Why me?
     After giving only two of the watching girls a "good
time" that afternoon, I finally *did* manage to escape with
an intact prick ... but not without leaving at least a
teaspoon full of sticky white goo just teeming with sperm in
each of the girls' tight little baby-holes.
     And so the day went, until that night at the firepit
found me being escorted by yet two more sexy and horny
Scouts into the soft green darkness of their tent where I
was to spend the night, supposedly "sleeping" ... only AFTER
I had satisfied the lusts of two more young nymphomaniacs
who hadn't been laid in hours, days, or weeks, as time at
the Camp passed by.
     For some reason, *oral* sex didn't seem to "count" with
these girls as "the real thing" and against "their turn" to
fuck me ... unless I actually ejaculated in the girl's mouth
and down her throat; the horny Girl Scout swallowing every
drop, like a few girls seemed to enjoy doing.  Even those
girls managed to get my cum-squirting prick up their tight
little twats at least once during the time we were there;
and usually twice or more.
     If you add in four or five times of being waylaid by
horny Girl Scouts eager to get their nookies filled with
baby-goo to the two or three times Karen expected me to fill
HER tight little tummy, and once every day or two by my sexy
and still horny wife (being the only man available) to the
nighttimes I would crawl into a new tent each time and be
joined by two more completely naked, horny, and eager little
Girl Scouts, usually ranging in age from barely twelve to
over 16, when it seems girls and women reach the height of
their sexuality ....
     Well, YOU add it up.
     Is it any wonder I felt put-upon, set-up, and
sandbagged by my wife and daughter?
     
     Somehow I had gotten the reputation of being
perennially horny, *never* being unwilling or even uneager
for sex, especially with sexy young teens and preteen girls
like these.  So my wife had set me up to pork six to eight
girls and women a day ... but forgetting the needs she and
my horny daughter (who seems to have inherited a
considerable portion of my libido) needed.  Add that to the
fact that instead of just *sleeping* with each pair of girls
each night, and possibly fucking each of them if they were
lucky, I was expected to perform like the satyr my wife and
kid had bragged I was, and "serviced" each of the two girls
at least two or three times apiece!
     
     I tell you, I was set up!
     
     Well ... OK, to be strictly *fair*, I learned later
that *originally*, back when things were being arranged
behind-my-back, the ideas WAS for me to only "service" each
girl in the pair I slept with each night, only once apiece.
But the horny sluts in the first tent I slept in had their
own ideas of what was "fair" when "sleeping with a man" and
got a bit carried away.  A bit?  Six times at night, and
twice more in the morning, was a BIT carried away?  Well,
you figure it out.  In any case, once the word got around
about how well I had "performed" with the orgy those two
nymphomaniacs had foisted on me, all the other girls wanted
similar "demonstrations" of how sexy I thought they were,
during "their turn" at night with me.  Fair's fair, you
know; and how could I refuse after almost burning myself out
the first time?  Still, I did manage to reduce following
"sleeps" to at most four times with each girl, and usually
only twice or three times.  In the mornings I *tried* to
sneak out without being ambushed; but only rarely succeeded
completely.
     But, like most people, I *tried* to live up to my
reputation, even if it killed me ... as seemed likely during
the first week of almost continuous sexual teenaged Girl
Scout Orgy.
     
     The first day and first week were patterns for what
followed.  That night, instead of bedding down with my wife,
two sexy and naked girls walked up to me where I was
watching the evening fire die down, one took each hand, and
they led me over to the third tent down, fourth row over,
where all the tents were set up in neat rows; each big
enough to hold two girls comfortably in individual sleeping
bags, or three people cozily in the same two bags zipped
together as one big bag.  How those two girls got selected
to "entertain" me that night, I never figured out.  It
wasn't alphabetically, and it certainly wasn't by column or
tent-row.  Each night two different girls came up to the
fire and solemnly escorted me to the tent they shared.
Never the same two girls or the same tent.  There was some
kind of system involved; but I never caught on to what it
was.  My wife and daughter had already found their own
sleeping arrangements; but like the system of who got me
each night, I never found out where either one was sleeping.
Likely my wife spent her nights with the Staff, but I had no
clues as to where Karen spent her nights, except it was
never one of the tents I spent my nights in.
     I wasn't *quite* sure what to do, or what was expected
of me, as I followed the two girls into the dark tent from
the slight illumination provided by the almost-full moon
overhead at that time.  As the month progressed, it got
darker each night, until I was almost breaking my toes by
tripping over tent-poles, pegs, and guy-wires when following
each duo off to my new sleeping quarters for that night
alone.
     However, I needn't have worried.  Once inside the small
tent, it became obvious what was expected of me, once my
eyes became adjusted to the dim interior.  A barely teenaged
nubile young girl was lying naked on the doubled sleeper,
legs up and spread, bare pussy completely exposed, and arms
reaching for me, while her tentmate sat fakir-fashion with
legs crossed down near the entrance and out of the way; but
where she could see the coming action as clearly as possible
in the dimming light.  "Please?" whimpered the girl, holding
her arms out and pleading.
     What could I do?  How could I possibly refuse such an
invitation and request?  Moving down between the child's
legs, I licked her and teased her soft young cunny until the
girl was running rivers of arousal.  Then I slid up the
young Girl Scout's body; pausing only momentarily to lick
the sexy youngster's soft indentation of a navel ... and
then slid my prick deep inside the teenager's body like the
little girl oh-so-obviously wanted.
     A quiet, "Ow," before the girl's legs wrapped around
me, gave me notice I had just taken my second virgin of the
day ... and of my entire life.  Not to be the last though;
especially as the other girl in the tent that night proved
to be equally untouched.  Three virgins in one day ... Two
within the space of a single hour.  Is that some kind of
record?
     Hardly three minutes of sliding in and out of the girl,
and I was jerking and spurting thick sticky white gobs of
baby-goo deep inside the child's belly.  Well, OK, not a
child any more; but a full woman now with a man's potent and
sticky seed warming the inside of her soft, sexy, and
fertile young tummy for the first time ... but luckily for
me, not the last.
     As we rolled apart, the other girl silently handed me a
tissue from the box that seemed to be part of the
"equipment" each tent came with.  All the girls' tents and
sleeping-bags were identical Girl Scout Camp labeled
equipment.  No tents or material from home; not even shoes
or socks.  The significance of this wasn't made apparent to
me until after we left and my daughter pointed it out.  It
didn't seem important at the time, merely a curiosity of the
way the Camp operated.
     It took me almost fifteen minutes to recover from
giving the first girl her needed injection of male sperm in
her sexy young tummy before I could properly make love to
the second equally sexy and eager young Girl Scout.  I took
longer with the second girl; this time being careful to
check for the (found) flap of tissue announcing her
virginity as well.  When I hesitated at deflowering TWO
"innocent" little girls, her whimpered plea of "Please?  It
isn't FAIR if Tanya gets it, and I don't," would be enough
to convince the hardest of perverts that the horny little
girl needed what I had to give: a man's swollen and cum-
squirting prick buried deep in her tight little belly.
     And ... give it to the girl I eventually did, as I said
before.  I took twice as long, now knowing the youngster was
a virgin; wanting to make the child's first time of having
sex with a man something the girl would always fondly
remember.  Sammy was gasping in her third orgasm when my
prick finally slid inside her, and was reaching for her
fourth when I finally lost it and spent my sperm inside her
belly in thick heavy spurts of gooey man-cum, just like I
had her filled her sexy bunkmate's tight little cunny-hole
and soft pink tummy full of thick gooey white squirts of
virile male seed about a little less than hour before.
     Now you'd *think* that after having lost their
virginities and having sex for the first time, the two girls
would be wanting to settle down, go to sleep, and try again
in the morning.  But that was not the way things went.
     Unbeknownst to me, the Scouts had worked it out that
each girl got to share me with her bunkmate for only ONE
night during the month of Camp.  Only during that one night
could each have sex with me more than one time.  Once their
night was over, the girl "got in line" for available sex of
at most once a week ... No "seconds" allowed.
     So, I had no sooner pulled out of Sammy, now gasping
with effort of getting the girl to her forth orgasm, when I
became aware of Tanya whimpering and pleading for the same
kind of treatment, as SHE had only gotten off once.
     Boys, keep in mind that GIRLS can have multiple
orgasms!  If you keep that firmly in your head and ensure
that each girl you get your prick inside gets at least *two*
or preferably *three* climaxes to each one of your own,
you'll likely never lack for eager partners and lots of
little-girl-pussy ... once the news gets around, that is.
It's getting that FIRST lay, that's so hard.  I'm not sure
HOW many orgasms the two girls got that night; but I had
spent my seed in each of their no-longer-virginal tummies at
least six times, believe it or not, by the time I collapsed
in exhaustion, and the two horny nymphets let me sleep.  I'm
not sure of the time; though the moon was close to the
horizon by then, since all during Camp, my watch, like all
other watches brought from home, was locked into that same
locker-room, where I found out later it took *TWO* keys to
open ... One master-key, held only by the Head Counselor,
and the private plastic "key" each of us had to our own
stuff.  I never did ask for access to my stuff while at
Camp.  I didn't need any clothes; and I certainly didn't
need to look at my jack-off material!  If anything I needed
REST from sex, not more stimulation!
     In the morning the girls pleaded for "just one more
time" before I got up and left to take my morning pee.  I,
stupidly, gave the two girls what they so obviously wanted:
Two sexy and fertile young Girl Scout tummies absolutely
chock-a-block full of my thick gooey baby-juice.
     I almost had to crawl to make it to the latrine.
     That episode kind of set the pattern for the rest of
the month.  Only once I realized how sexually busy my days
were going to be; having sex with girl after horny young
girl, and full intercourse with Scout after eager and sexy
pubescent Girl Scout, I had to pace myself; never after that
first time; seldom making love to each girl I slept with
more than three times in the night, and rarely indeed
allowing the girls to trip me into more sex in the morning,
where I'd dump another thick load of baby-goo into their
tight little tummies, like the first two horny young
nymphomaniacs had.
     After that first time, the virgins were few and far
between; and got less even faster.  I think I might have
deflowered ten girls in the first week, counting the first
two ... uh no ... three girls that first day, most of them
at night when it was their turn to "sleep with me", and
three the second week, and only one the fourth week, and no
others that I noticed anyway.  Still, if you think about it,
finding slightly over 1/6 of all these incredibly sexy,
horny, and pubescent young girls still having their
virginities intact in this day and age was rather mind-
blowing.
     Now while the days blew by in one sexual blur of almost
continuous sex, each girl was distinct and separate.  Every
girl not only looked different, but FELT different.  Some
girls were bony, some nicely padded, some had mountains of
tits, and a few were flat as a boy.  Some felt fully adult;
and some were obviously just kids.  Still, each WAS ready
and eager to experience real sex: Full vaginal intercourse,
with a man's thick gooey seed squirting deep into tight
juvenile vagina or full womanly cunt.
     Each girl smelled different, tasted different, acted
different, and even *felt* different inside to my probing
penis.  Vaginas are not alike either.  Some of the girls
were tight and short inside.  Some were deep.  Some were
sloppy.  Some girls squeezed and rippled on my prick.
Others simply lay there and let me inseminate them.  One
girl, even while gasping out an enormous orgasm with me
inside her, didn't have the slightest twitch of internal
muscles around my probing organ.  Another girl told me she
could milk me off with her vagina (She had been practicing.)
and did so.  Amanda let me slid inside her, and then just
lay there quietly without moving, while I did the same.
After about fifteen seconds I felt the girl's vagina
rippling up and down my prick like an expensive milking
machine, some experienced whore's talented mouth, or
possibly a woman with a greased rubber glove jacking me off.
Only this was *inside* the girl, not some external activity.
I looked and saw intense concentration on the Scout's face
as her vagina milked me off until I had no choice but to
fill the girl's soft young tummy with squirt after thick
aching squirt of sticky white baby-goo, in an orgasm that
was so intense it took me by surprise.  After that, I spent
the next hour returning the favor, so that it was all ME
doing the work, while Amanda just lay there and let me get
her off time after time.  It was well worth it.
     Those are just samples of the sexual marathon I went
through.  Most of the girls were full women who had long
since lost their virginities; and were fully enjoying being
adults when it came to sex; getting their sexy young tummies
filled with glob after gooey glob and squirt after thick
sticky white squirt of potent male baby-goo.  All were
pubescent in some manner; every girl having had her first
period at least several months earlier ... even the two flat-
chested little 12-year-olds with the completely bare cunnies
and bony hips.  So, it wasn't as if I was robbing the cradle
or anything, like that Brownie Scout meeting where I
ejaculated my sperm deep inside the flat little tummies of
at least two girls who hadn't even reached puberty yet.
     No, I wasn't all that proud of that episode; but what
would YOU do if a horny prepubescent little 7-year-old girl
sat on your lap, fit your stiff dick into her tight little
hole, and then slid down until almost half your swollen
member was embedded in her belly?  So I came in the girl;
sperming the child's womb with thick white squirts of my
seed, while the little girl's mother looked on and clucked
at her precocious daughter getting something most horny
little girls like her don't get to enjoy until often long
after they reach puberty: a pre-teenaged belly chock full of
a man's thick gooey white baby-making cum.  I didn't and
don't apologize for that.
     I don't apologize either for fucking the little girl
with the short vagina and sloppy cervix, who, when I
couldn't get my prick all the way inside her like the older
Girl Scouts all did, pressed down hard until the tip of my
prick was inside her womb and the girl's cervix and uterus
was milking on the shaft of my penis like an incredible
vagina-within-a-vagina.  Her also I couldn't help spewing my
seed into; flooding the child's womb with jet after sticky
white jet and squirt after messy squirt, as I practically
painted the inside of the girl's womb with gooey white gobs
of baby-making cum.  The girl left me aching as my prostate
tried to pump more sperm-filled semen it didn't have into
the child's belly.  I think THAT was on my third or forth
night.  I only got into her tight little womb twice more
during the rest of the campout.  Each time my prostate tried
to empty itself completely in the girl; filling her womb
with sticky cum; but leaving little or nothing for me to
ejaculate in the sexy young bellies and eager young wombs of
the horny scouts who followed.
     Beside the nightly orgies with my sleeping partners,
any girl or woman who found me with a hardon could claim my
"services" for the moment, it seemed.  Well ... The girls
WERE jealous about any one girl "hogging me"; and so none
were allowed to "use" me twice in the same week.
     Still, I had lots of sex ... incredible amounts of sex.
     I had sex on the soft sleeping bags inside tents during
the heat of the afternoon, when both my horny sex-partner of
the moment and I were grateful for our nudity, in the sweaty
wet slipperiness of an adult man and barely pubescent young
girl making passionate love, full glorious, sweating, cum-
squirting, and baby-making exercise, in the warm Summer
afternoon.  I had sex on benches, under benches, on the
trail where pine-needles made both a soft cushion and
prickly pokes.  I had slippery young kid-sex with three
giggling and horny barely-pubescent little girls in the warm
waters of the swimming area; pumping the girls' tight little
slits and fertile young tummies chock full of thick white
gobs of baby-goo teeming with millions upon millions of
squirming and virile sperm.  I fucked sexually experienced
and heavily-furred older girls on the beach and on rocks and
filled their sexy bellies just as full of my sperm-laden cum
as the little girls were.  I had fully adult-sex with mature
women each old enough to be my wife or mistress in the Camp
Kitchen.  I had sex sitting down, standing up, lying down
with the girl pounding away on top, and with me pounding
into the girl beneath me.  I had sex "missionary style",
"doggy style", "spoon fashion", "cowgirl style" and just
about every possible way a man's stiff prick will fit into
soft female body.  The Kama Sutra itself likely doesn't have
even half the positions that I and the various horny Girl
Scouts in Camp tried that month, in singles, doubles, and
more multiples that most people probably wouldn't believe if
I described them in detail.  I had sex in public, in
private, and all gradations in between.  I had sex at all
times of day, from just after waking up to just before
bedtime.
     There was no "lights out" for these girls.  When the
sun went down, the lights WERE out, except for the Communal
Campfire which wasn't even close to the tent area for fear
of fire spreading among the tents.  No matches, no
flashlights, nothing.  If you needed to go to the Latrine on
a dark night, you needed a good memory and to take off your
flip-flops so you could feel the trail with your bare feet.
A tiny two-watt "pea" bulb barely lit the interior so you
could find the tissue; running off a Solar Cell on the roof
and a tiny battery, but that was all.  You couldn't even see
it from outside.
     Mostly the sex I had was "proper" sex: full
penile/vaginal penetrating sexual intercourse between an
adult man and a nubile young girl, with thick gooey sperm-
filled male seed being forcefully ejaculated deep inside the
warm wet and fertile tightness of pubescent and eager teen
and preteen female vagina and soft lush young belly where
nature intended sperm to be.  But not all.  A few times I
would be sitting at the table, eating and joking with the
cute scouts all around me, and a soft young mouth would take
my prick inside and suck me off right there at the table.
One time only, one of the girls I was sleeping with asked me
to "do her in the ass" as she wanted to know what it felt
like.  Afterwards, when I asked how she liked it, the girl's
only response was, "It was an ... interesting experience."
     I fucked little girls in private, in tents, back in the
bushes, and once in a hollow log.  I fucked other girls in
public, on the beach, on the trail, and once in glorious
exhibition I fucked TWO girls on top of the tables in front
of the entire camp; pumping thick white gobs of baby-goo
into the fertile depths of each of the two horny sexpots'
squeezing young bellies while the rest of the camp clapped
and cheered.  I had sex with little girls ... No, I FUCKED
little girls with hardly more breasts than I had, and
completely bare and naked little cunnies.  I fucked grown
women with furry twats and full bosoms that more than one
child had happily suckled on.  Mostly I fucked delightfully
horny girls in the peak of their fertility; happily
celebrating life by taking a thick horny male cum-squirting
prick (mine) deep inside their pubescent and fertile young
bodies; drinking my baby-making cream with their tight
little cunnies and softly milking vaginas.
     
     On the second week after arriving, the older women in
camp started appearing in the "lineup"; and grown women seem
to need *more* sex than even pubescent girls do!  Oh God.
It seems I was expected to "service" each one, giving each
woman at least three good orgasms before filling her belly
with prolific sperm, since I was the only man in miles that
was available.  Oh God.  It was only the fact that only the
Girl Scouts themselves were allowed to take me to bed each
night that saved my prostate from turning inside out.
     
     Now I don't want you to get the idea that Girl Scout
Camp was one big orgy.  Or, at least it wasn't for the
girls, even if you figure I laid each one of the little
darlings four or five or possibly even six times during the
month we were there.  That's likely only once every four or
five days at best for the horny youngsters.  I would have
been crawling the walls if that was all the sex I got; and I
*know* that at least one girl in five there was nearly as
horny as I was ... if not even more-so.  Girls just need
more sex than men.  They can have multiple orgasms, like sex
oftener than most men, and even the most frigid of females
can fuck any five men under the table.  Yes, even counting
horny satyrs like me.  A man can just get it up so many
times.  Yes, I'm human too.
     So there were hours of every day when my prick was
limp, wilted, and not needing the services of horny young
Scouts.  Hours when I hiked, swam, and looked at the
scenery.  Of course, even when limp, the "scenery" I liked
best was the seeming hundreds (OK, only 75) sexy young
bodies in the prime of their fertility and blooming
pubescence, all walking around stark naked to the delight of
a perennially horny old goat like me.
     
     It was in just such a state of admiration that the Head
Camp Counselor caught me in a wistful mood of being half-
hard, and convinced me to help out with the Volleyball
tournament the girls were having.  Everybody in camp,
including Staff, was helping out ... and it would be
*really* appreciated by all the girls if I would volunteer
as well.
     There were eight teams of nine girls each, all
competing for the title of Camp Lotta Sticky Nookie Ball
Snatching Champions, as the giggling girls had named the
winning team several years earlier in a fit of silliness.
With 72 girls competing, this left three to be line-judges,
ball returners, and other such, while the staff acted as
Primary Judges and Coaches.  So, of course, I volunteered.
Being a coach and watching sexy young girls do naked
gyrations on the beach from the front lines sounded like a
bit of fun.  Of course, I should have known better.  They
tell you in the Marines, "NEVER volunteer for anything!"
They should give the same advice for horny old goats who
have Girl Scouts as daughters.  My predicament I was already
in should have warned me.  Here I thought that as *coach*,
something I thought I was good at, nobody could possibly hit
me up for sex while the games were going on.  Besides,
everybody would be too busy to have sex with a pervert like
me while watching and playing Volleyball.  Well, I was
right, in a way, and yet ....
     
     If you're the kind of pervert (like me) who thinks it's
sexy watching healthy young women in bikinis playing
Volleyball on Bondo Beach through the distant glass-eye of
television, then just try to imagine how beautiful it is to
watch barely pubescent young Girl Scouts prancing around a
similar court stark naked, playing the same game with only
colored GS caps on their heads to distinguish team from
team.  All this while sitting right next to the action from
a coach's bench right on the sidelines, instead of from a
distance through the "magic of television" as they say.
     Then imagine yourself surrounded by a sea of similarly
naked and nubile young girls all  around you, giggling,
squirming, and cheering on one team or the other to greater
efforts; filling the air with their beauty, health,
cheerfulness, and pheromones enough to knock a pervert off
his chair.  Just imagine the sound, feel, taste, and *smell*
of sexy young scouts filling your nostrils with the scents
of healthy young girls in the prime of their fertility that
would likely give a brass statue an erection.
     Still, if you think THAT is erotic and sexy, then
imagine being naked yourself among all those healthy,
nubile, and pubescent young girls, watching the same game
with quite some interest yourself, as you have an intimate
stake in which girl makes each goal, you being the *prize*
each girl gets for scoring a goal, instead of "merely" a
coach.
     The girls were playing a single-elimination
championship with nine girls per-team, only six on-court at
a time; as each girl moved into the game in strict rotation,
not by judgment of the coaches.  Each girl left the court,
NOT in strict rotation though, but purely decided by which
girl made the last goal.  Each girl winning a goal coming
off-court to sit, not on the bench, but on me.  Yes, exactly
like it sounds.
     Yeah, think about it:  If you think the previous
description was sexy, think about how incredibly erotic it
would be to be watching the same game, in the same manner of
being surrounded by sexy young girls ... and having your
*prick* surrounded by the tight little baby-hole of one of
those same girls, just fresh off the court, sweaty,
breathless, and incredibly eager to claim her "reward" for
scoring by taking your stiff dick too the root inside her
sexy teen or preteen young body.  Then imagine watching
still more of the game, the youngster's tight little tube
squeezing your prick as the girl tries to get the most of
her time with you before the next goal is scored and she has
to get off.  All the while you watch the game, smell, taste,
and FEEL of sexy young girl surrounding you, until the time
a minute or so later when yet another incredibly sexy,
sweating and panting Girl Scout shooes the previous "winner"
off your lap and sits down on your swollen pike herself.
     This erotic scene goes on, often for two or three hours
each day over a week, as two teams pair-off each day in
single-elimination tournament.  Four games of primary
elimination from Wednesday of the second week to Saturday.
Then two games of semi-finals on Sunday and Monday, followed
by the finals on Tuesday, a week after the beginning.
     Each time I tried *hard* to not ejaculate in the sexy
young bellies of the goal-winners; though nobody blamed me
the two times I failed and blasted gooey cum into tight
little tubes halfway through the match.  The following girl
just sat on my limply oozing prick, wriggled around, and fit
the slowly reviving but now cum-streaked member inside her
where it was warmly kept comfortable until the next girl
scored a goal.
     Whenever the last girl got the winning goal, I'd always
"finish off" inside her; pumping and shoving as the crowd
around us cheered the winning girl on and I finally "lost
it" by pumping thick white gobs of baby-goo deep in the
deserving youngster's belly where it belonged.
     Surprisingly, winning in Volleyball did NOT spoil a
girl's chances in the regular "lineup" however that was
figured out.  The winning a goal was extra and a prize; not
something that had to be paid-for later.  I know this
because several times a girl who had scored more than one
goal during a game "took a turn" later that afternoon; one
gal who won the winning goal for the day, actually turning
out to be one of my bedmates for the night.
     I mentioned that I was the "prize".  I was: far more
than that, even.  While the girls *did* have a trophy, a
huge loving-cup inscribed, "C.L.S.N.B.S." and "Champions"
underneath that, along with a list of three years' previous
winning team girls, and probably room for a dozen more, I,
it seemed, was the *real* prize, though I didn't know how-
much-so until the tournament was over.  Never ever
volunteer.
     The first indication I had, was on the Wednesday
following the end of the tournament, I was sneaking out of
the tent I'd spent half the night pleasuring two insatiable
young nymphets in, when I found a girl waiting for me: The
same girl who won the previous day by making the final goal
winning the tournament for her team.  The sexy blonde-haired
golden-skinned girl pulled me right down there on the grass
outside the tent, and pretty much *used* my piss-hard joy-
stick to pleasure herself with until on her third orgasm I
spilled sticky goo in her tight little belly, just like I
had after the game the previous afternoon.
     When the girl kept right on going, even after I came in
her, I *tried* to beg-off, claiming "necessity" to pee, now
that she'd removed the piss-hard that was helping me hold
back.  "I'm going to pee in you," I warned; but the horny
slut just kept on working against me.
     "Do it," she grunted.
     So ... I did it.  Yeah, I peed in her belly; giving the
girl a piss-douche right there on the mowed lawn that all
the tents were staked out on.  By now five or six other
girls were gathered around to watch and make ribald
comments.  None though offered to take the bronze girl's
place.
     "More," she pleaded.
     I looked around to shrugs and a general "give it to her
attitude from the watching crowd; nobody seeming to mind for
once my porking the same girl twice in a row.  So ... I gave
the girl more.
     After a second ejaculation in the winner, she allowed
me to get off, sniffed in distaste at where my pee was
soaking in the grass, and then took me by the hand to the
Latrine where she pissed and wiped up herself, while I took
a needed dump.
     From then on Charlene was by my side the whole day
long; absorbing every drop of seed I manufactured with her
tight little cunny, and warding off every other girl that
looked at my willie with even the slightest bit of interest.
It seems that, as final winner scoring the winning goal for
the winning team, Charlene had my complete "fixit services"
to herself for the entire day.  I must have dumped at least
ten loads of sperm-laden cum in the girl's sexy young belly
during that long sticky day.  It only ended that night at
the fireplace, when (as usual) two different girls who
hadn't yet spent the night with me stood up, each girl gave
me a soft young hand, and the two led me off into the
darkness of yet another tent I hadn't been in before.
     For the next three days, each of the other eight girls
in the team took at least one "turn" apiece, while one girl
went twice with nobody objecting.  I guess she had a
"natural" turn coming, as well as an "extra" turn for being
part of the winning Volleyball team.
     
     So the days and weeks went, with not *quite* continuous
sex, but sex several times a day as my prick recovered.  The
rest of the time I mainly wandered around camp, lay on my
back watching the clouds go by, went hiking, swam at the
marked-off area in the lake, took out several of the various
small boats, and generally goofed-off while the cooks at
camp made wonderful food, and the girls at camp "made" me.
     
     Thankfully, my stamina began to catch up to my "duties"
with the girls by the third week; and by the fourth I was
actually able to "service" seven or eight girls each day, my
horny daughter two or three times, and the two particular
horny and sexy little girls I would "sleep with" each night,
not only two or three times each before climbing into the
sleeping bag, but at least once or twice apiece in the
morning; leaving each child, woman or girl's flat, rounded,
or smooth young tummy full of thick white sperm-filled baby-
goo like nature intended a man and a woman to procreate.  I
even managed to gather enough energy *outside* of the almost
continuous sex to go swimming myself and take one of the
small sailboats for a test-drive.
     During the whole campout, I ate like a horse; the
continuous drain on my body *needing* fuel to replace what
the horny and eager young sluts were draining out of me
through the conduit of my squirting prick.  At first,
anything would have tasted good ... Which in its own way is
a crying shame; because the women "cooks" at camp could do
wonders with simple food during the time they weren't making
the Scouts prepare their own dishes ... often simple things
like S'mores, hot-dogs on a stick over the fire, toasted
marshmallows, and similar fireplace fare.
     Still, what those women could do with a simple iron
kettle set to simmer in a fire for hours ... It's a crying
shame I only started appreciating their skill during the
last part of the time I was there.  It's also a shame I
never even thought to ask for recipes until Camp was long
since over.
     I would have loved the almost continuous sex, if it
wasn't wearing me out, and I wasn't aware of the fact that I
had been set up by my own wife and horny little slut of a
daughter ... my four and then later, five-months pregnant
slut of a daughter ... The little horny slut of a daughter I
was usually porking two and three times a day, as well as
fucking scores of her sexy young girlfriends over the
several weeks we were there.
     Sometime Karen and I would fuck in private, in some
absent Girl Scout's available tent, sometimes with a couple
of her equally horny little girlfriends watching father and
daughter mating; often each watching girl waiting for "her
turn" to feel me sliding up inside her tight little baby-
hole and pumping my sperm-laden cum as deep as possible into
their developing fertilities.  Other times there would be
many people, mostly young, nubile, and fertile little girls
themselves, gathered around to observe the rare sight of a
full grown man having full vaginal intercourse with his own
baby girl; sliding his cum-dripping prick to the hilt in the
child's slightly bulging young tummy, and pumping wad after
thick gooey wad and glob after white sticky glob of his
sperm-laden and incestuous baby-goo deep in his own fertile
young daughter's cute, squirming, and sexy young belly, in a
demonstration of true love and making-love between a father
and daughter that had to be seen personally to be believed.
     Three times Karen and I fucked in front of the whole
camp to claps, cheers, whistles, and other such
encouragement.  The last time, the girls and staff
petitioned our family to put on a "show" for them, so that
everybody in Girl Scout Camp could see what true family-love
really is.  So, about three nights before Camp finished up,
the last Thursday before going home, Karen, my wife, and I
made love, had sex, full father/daughter vaginal
intercourse, in front of the evening campfire where the
three of us were the "entertainment" for the night.  The
whole camp watched me fucking Karen; the spectacle of a
father breeding his own little girl while her mother watched
and waited for her turn afterwards not bringing either jeers
or cheers like you might expect, but sighs and murmurs of
quiet appreciation; the crowd of girls only making noise to
clap when it became obvious by my deep-held thrusts into the
little girl I was breeding that I was ejaculating my seed
deep inside Karen's tight little baby-tube; swamping the
entrance to my daughter's womb with sticky white incestuous
seed and ejaculating my virile sperm in thick heavy squirts
deep inside our horny little girl's soft pink and slightly
bulging tummy to join the growing child I'd put inside my
sexy young daughter's cute little belly months earlier.
     To finish up, Karen directed my still oozing prick into
her mother, where I grunted and strained to give the woman
one last thick white squirt of virile baby-goo into the
welcoming depths of my wife's fertility as well.
     Afterwards, and a small heartfelt round of applause, it
seemed the whole camp joined around our family, most around
Karen, asking questions like how it felt to fuck your own
father, what's it like to feel his prick sliding up inside
you with your mother around, whether it's scary to know your
own father might be knobbing with your own little baby
brother or sister, how's it feel to have your father's kid
growing inside your belly like she did, was it fun to be
pregnant?  But the girls mostly were asking Karen, "How did
you manage to seduce your own father like that?"
     A few of the girls asked *me* what it was like to fuck
your own kid, did I enjoy porking my own little girl, did
her vagina feel good around my prick, what's it really feel
like when cumming inside my own daughter, does my daughter's
vagina feel better or worse inside than other girls, Does
Karen squeeze me when I'm cumming inside her, what I thought
of planting my baby in my own baby girl; and mostly
wondering if they were my little girls, what it would take
to get me to fuck them like I had Karen?
     Well, I *tried* to answer each question as honestly as
I could; telling each of the cute and sexy young girls that
if any one of them were *my* kid, all she'd have to do is
ask; or just climb in bed with me, fit my prick into her
tight little cunny, and slide on down.  Of course, I pointed
out to the girls that it might be a good idea to get their
mothers' permission first, like Karen had, before seducing
or even allowing themselves to be seduced by their own
father ... otherwise things might get a little sticky when
their tummies began to swell ... and they would, eventually,
unless they were willing to deny themselves the *best* part
of father/daughter sex, with the man's virile seed squirting
wetly into his own little girl's fertile and completely
unprotected tummy while she was between periods, and likely
to conceive.  And ... if they were going to do THAT, then
why bother having sex with their father at all?  It wouldn't
be very satisfying for either one of them.  More teasing and
frustration of what "might have been" than relief of sexual
needs between a man and his little girl.  Thankfully, most
of the youngsters seemed to get the point; as though each
girl had already thought over the consequences of having
full vaginal intercourse and completely unprotected sex, as
a man ejaculated thick gobs of baby-making sperm deep in
their cute little bellies and got them pregnant with his
baby or babies.  It's nice to find kids think ahead these
days ... especially about the important things like having
sex and babies; especially when the girls are already
experimenting with having sex with an adult man like me,
even if they were on the pill and "safe".  Safe is relative.
"Safe" isn't always *safe*, as I knew all too well.
     One particularly cute and sexy youngster said *she*
wouldn't have that problem; as *her* mother had left about
six years ago, and hadn't been back since ... So it was only
her and her sexually-neglected father at home.  I got the
impression the man wouldn't be sexually deprived for longer
than the few short minutes after the cute kid got home and
removed her Girl Scout Uniform.  Not being a virgin after my
"treatment" two weeks earlier, the girl had been quite
enthusiastic the second and third time I managed to force my
prick deep inside the kid's incredibly tight little baby-
tube and fill the cute little girl's sexy young tummy with
thick gooey gobs and sticky white globs of sperm-laden cum.
I was sure the girl would do at least as good a job on her
own father; taking his needing prick in her tight little
hole and sucking the man's prolific baby-making sperm deep
into the soft warm sanctuary of her unprotected young belly
where it belonged ... Just like my own sexy young daughter
Karen had just given the whole Girl Scout Camp such a
wonderful example of how to really and truly love your own
father.
     
     On Saturday of the Final Camp Week, it was time to pack
up and leave.  We sang the last sad goodbye songs at
fireside the night before; cleaned up the camp; I took the
last three of my very favorite girls out on a canoe-trip to
an island for a private little orgy of our own, where I
filled each of the naked and horny little girls' tight
little baby-holes and sexy young tummies with sticky white
squirts and thick gooey gobs of my potent sperm-laden man-
cum at least twice each; leaking tears even while making
love; as we all knew this might possibly be our last time
together, ever; and it was finally time to say goodbye.
     
     The whole staff lined up to shake hands with each
leaving Scout, beside the entrance to the trail-head leading
back to the Parking Lot.  Somehow, by some arrangement I
didn't know about nor was I in on the planning of, I ended
up last-in-line before the trail.
     Each sexy and nubile Girl Scout, a few of them now half-
dressed; but most still proudly showing off their completely
naked glory that wouldn't be covered until reaching cars or
Public, came down the "reception line" carrying small bags
or boxes of belongings, clothing, things brought from home,
and things made during Camp: each girl speaking a word of
thanks to each Staff member, be it Cook, Counselor, or fixit-
person (me), shaking hands, and then leaving "until next
year" or sometimes permanently as this would be their last
Scout Trip for many of the older girls.
     Only, when the third (still naked) girl reached me,
instead of the soft "Thanks for Everything," and an obscene
rub of the tummy in reference to the baby-goo I'd put inside
the girl earlier that day, week, or month, that one of the
first two had teased me with, Cherry was there.
     I'd just given the girl my last good-bye fuck just
before noon (leaving time) and had regretfully given the
girl my sperm in her tummy, last as she was first ... Or, so
I thought.
     Instead of giving me a shake of the hand, a soft and
sexy goodbye, a final "Thanks," and an empty feeling inside
my tummy like the previous two girls had, Cherry stepped up
to me, grabbed me around the waist, turned her head to one
side and gave me an open-mouthed kiss that left me
breathless.  Then, while I was still panting, my swollen
prick stiff and aching from the sexual stimulation of
incredibly sexy young girl greeting me so enthusiastically,
Cherry reached down between our legs, grabbed my swollen and
now cum-dripping prick, and slid it to the hilt inside her.
A sudden grasping squeeze of her tight little baby-hole, a
breathily-whispered, "THIS will give you something to
remember me by," and the woman-child was off me and gone;
leaving my tender prick wagging in the breeze; aching, and
longing to be inside the girl's body again.
     After watching that performance, each following girl
pretty much repeated the process, if not exactly; fitting my
swollen prick inside each of their tight little slits,
cracks, cunnies, and vaginas, while each girl gave a goodbye
kiss that licked tonsils and some of the girls' sexy tongues
felt like they went halfway down my throat.  Soft husky
"Thank you"s from each girl, and one incredibly erotic,
"Thanks for the baby in my tummy," from one girl I didn't
manage to recognize before the next girl in line was
thanking me by taking my prick up HER tight little slit and
murmuring how much she was going to miss both me and my cum-
squirting prick in her belly.  Some of the shorter girls had
to pull me over to a nearby short little stump and step up
on that to fit me inside; but somehow we all managed it.
     After the first ten or twenty girls it became one long
wet-dream blur of sexy goodbyes; long loving hugs from firm
young bodies; tight little cunnies cramping and squeezing
around my prick, or just sliding quickly on and off; firm
young cones of tit-flesh, full womanly bosoms, or flat
little chests with only tiny spikes of hard nipples to rub
against my own chest; soft, firm, or eager lips mashing
against mine while slippery tongues dueled, licked teeth,
and kept me completely aroused.
     As I mentioned earlier, every girl was different.  Each
not only looked different, each acted different, smelled
different, *tasted* different, and felt different inside.
Some girls just slid smoothly on and off my prick.  Others
squeezed or milked me with internal muscles.  Some were soft
and sweet.  Others were tight and muscular.  Girl after sexy
young girl however took my prick inside her cunny or vagina,
all the way, until the fur on my groin was fully mashed into
the fur, sparse hair, or bare cunny lips of each Scout; the
tip of my penis on more than half of the girls poking into
the soft or hard knob of the youngster's cervix and entrance
to her developing uterus.  There were no virgins left in
this crowd.  Over the past four weeks my prick had ensured
that.  One particularly short girl actually managed to
snuggle the soft sucking mouth of her cervix and uterus
*around* the tip of my penis; so I almost ejaculated my
semen directly into her womb, the way I actually had when
making love to the girl the first time I got inside her.
     Somewhere in that erotic scene, I *know* I ejaculated
at least twice, and I think about four or five times;
leaking sperm and thick male cum into waiting and eager
young female bellies; even though each Girl Scout was
careful to only slide onto my prick one time apiece, to give
the following girls in line a chance to similarly express
their appreciation for my sexual "services" during the
previous four weeks.  Once at least was when one of the
girls went into sudden squeezing cramps around my prick.
Another took me by surprise when I slid smoothly into the
soft belly of the little girl and found myself squirting
deep inside the youngster's belly before I could help it.
Each tiny squirt or minor ejaculation went right inside the
fertile depths of a pubescent girl's body where it belonged;
only minor drips outside being "wasted" as each following
Scout in line slid onto me before much more than a tiny drip
could escape.  Each such slight spurt or tiny cum though,
didn't drain me like a full fledged ejaculation inside a
girl would.  Instead, each tiny jet or squirt inside one
girl seemed to make me harder, randier, and readier for the
next Scout in line, if that is possible.  I *think* I might
even have squirted a tiny bit of sperm into the soft belly
and hungry womb of the cute little girl with the short
vagina and sloppy cervix; but cannot be sure.  Whatever.
The kid certainly deserved it.
     Each girl seemed to appreciate feeling me hard and
dripping inside her cunny for one last time before going
home.  Whether my prick was oozing cum from squirting in the
previous girl, or almost dry from the determined milking of
the next one, each Girl Scout seemed pleased, proud, or
sometimes just happy to take me deep inside her body,
whether almost dry or dripping sperm-laden cum, precum,
semen, or just sloppy drool from the vaginal lubrication and
excitement of the Scout preceding her.  At least one of the
girls whimpered or gasped as I slid deep inside her cramping
baby-tube; seeming particularly reluctant to let me go.
Only a tap on the shoulder from the next-in-line reminded
the Scout that her time was up.  "Next year," she whispered
hotly in my ear; slowly pulling off my engorged penis; her
incredibly tight and clinging vagina almost turning itself
inside out, as the sexy Girl Scout's cramping young tunnel
didn't want to let go of its erotic clasp around my by-now
cum-dripping prick.  "At least, if Dad and Mom will let me,
after this one," she promised.  At the time, I didn't get
the reference.  Why *wouldn't* the girl be allowed to come
back again?  My mind was distracted from this conundrum as
the next waiting girl took "her turn"; fitted her tight
little baby-hole over my now cum-leaking prick, slid down to
the root; then practically licked my tonsils in a kiss that
almost overwhelmed me into pumping thick sticky gobs of baby-
goo deep into the sexy nymphet's soft young belly.
Thankfully the girl didn't; pulling off in time; so I was
able to greet the next Scout in line properly, with my still-
stiff prick only dripping cum instead of being limp and
useless like it would have been if I'd spent myself in the
belly of the previous girl.
     Pacing, that's the key!
     As the next-to-last Girl Scout in line slid onto me, I
lost control completely; grabbing the half-naked Scout by
the hips and burying my prick to the hilt inside her body
while I jerked, spouted, squirted, blew, pumped, and
ejaculated what felt like quarts of thick gooey sperm-filled
semen into the soft young belly of the sexy little Girl
Scout in one long throbbing, squirting, and aching
ejaculation of sticky white baby-goo into the soft pink
depths of the girl's squeezing young vagina that never
seemed to end.
     Once the girl realized what I was doing, she just held
still and let me inseminate her, until I finally pulled the
now half-hard and dripping thing from inside her belly.
Then (damned if I can remember her name) the girl gave me a
peck on the cheek instead of the full slobbering kiss the
other girls had given, murmured, "Thanks for everything," in
my ear, and was gone along with the others; sticky cum now
running in an obscene yet erotic drool down the youngster's
bare leg.
     Only one girl remained; and my prick was wilting fast.
Still, we managed somehow to fit in inside until it was
properly ensconced in the girl's vagina and leaking thick
gooey remnants of my cum into her body.
     "Mmmm ... Thanks, Daddy," murmured Karen; working her
tight little cunny muscles around me to milk the last
precious drops of incestuous seed inside her body where it
belonged.  My daughter gave me a tongue-sucking kiss,
similar to what most of the other girls had given; and it
was time to go.
     I looked down the "reception line" at all the women I'd
laid, at least twice each, in the past few weeks, and waved
weakly goodbye, while my prick oozed out of Karen and
flopped wetly against my thigh.  No way would I be able to
repeat what I had just finished doing with the girls with
the older women.  Thankfully, none seemed to expect me to.
I wondered what the adult women thought of the way the girls
had said goodbye to their "fixit man"; but knew better than
to ask.  I vaguely wondered if I had "fixed" any of the
girls' "bleeding problem" like I had "fixed" several of the
kids' virginity problems ... and if-so, what those Staff
Members would say if they thought I had.  Still, not one
woman seemed to be in the slightest bit offended, not even
by that last horny sexual display by the girls ... Though I
probably would have known long since if any one of the Girl
Scout Camp Staff had even the tiniest problem with a man
like me having almost continuous vaginal sexual intercourse
with each and every one of the "innocent" little girls at
Girl Scout Camp; fucking, mating with, and breeding each of
the 75 sexy pubescent and eminently fertile young Girl
Scouts several times apiece during hour after erotic hour,
day after horny day, and even week after sexy week of making
love with the horny little sluts over the last month.  A
wave from each woman, a couple of expressions of, "See you
next year!" and it was finally time for the family to leave.
The rest of the Staff turned back to finish packing or
cleaning up, as her duties demanded before leaving.
     As we headed down the trail towards the car, the same
girl/woman we had met on the way up four weeks earlier,
passed us headed up; still wearing only a smile, a Girl
Scout Cap, and thick heavy boots.  I had never seen her in
camp, never had her as a bed or fuck-mate, and never found
out who or what she was, except a beautiful young woman.
     
     It wasn't until I got home that I found out the worst
of it.  Well ... OK, actually it was on the way home,
thankfully still close to the middle of nowhere, that Karen
dropped the bombshell on me.  "Uh, Daddy?" she asked
tentatively.
     "Yeah, Hon?"  I generally call Karen "Hon" now, while
my wife is "Honey."  My mind though, was mainly on my
driving, and wondering how long I could stretch out the Girl
Scout Nookie chits I still had left in the suitcase ... Only
about 500 or so left?  What a disappointment.  It would be a
bit of a cum-down to only fuck two or three pubescent little
girls a day after this "vacation".  It might even take me a
week or so to recover.  I was only half paying attention to
my daughter's words.
     "You know how at camp, the girls weren't allowed to
bring clothing or other stuff from home, except what they
had on, and then we all had to leave even THAT in lockers?"
     "Yeah."  My daughter's continued nakedness in the back
seat where I could see her in the rear-view-mirror was a
silent reminder.  Well ... I still had Karen to fuck several
times a day, if things got tight,' I reminded myself; taking
comfort in the thought that my little girl was likely as
horny as three of her Girl Scout Nookie mates.  Karen had
been shamefully neglected sexually in the past few weeks for
a horny young nymphomaniac like my oversexed young daughter;
and as the pervert of a father who is supposedly taking good
care of his horny little girl's intimate sexual needs; I
knew I would have to make it up to her.  I brightened at the
thought of all the sexual and horny fun that "making things
up to Karen" could turn out to be for both of us.  Maybe I
wouldn't miss the Scout Camp so much after all.  Karen WAS a
horny little slut ... Just like her daddy.
     "What about it?" I asked.  Here I thought things were
"clothing optional" for the girls, not "nakedness mandatory"
like it was for Staff.  I should have noticed before that
*none* of the girls wore a stitch the whole time we were
there.  The things you find out too late.
     Karen gulped and continued.  "Well ... Uh ... Us girls
weren't allowed to bring *anything* from home.  It all got
locked up in lockers when we arrived, whatever we came with,
clothing and all.  The camp supplied tents, towels, sleeping-
bags, and toothbrushes, but nothing else.  That's been the
rules for several years now.  Nothing from home.
Supposedly, being good little Girl Scouts, all alone in the
Wilderness, we don't need anything else."
     "So?" I wondered.  "So what?"
     "Daaaddy!  Don't you get it?"
     "Get what?"  OK, I'm dense.  I'm stupid, as well as a
pervert.
     "We weren't allowed to bring *anything* from home.
That includes flashlights, books, matches, razors, hair
color, or anything.  Not even medicine unless needed to stay
alive.  One girl last year had Asthma; and had to get stuff
from the Camp Director each day; but otherwise no medicine
allowed; not even prescriptions or First-Aid kits.  The Camp
supplied that.  The ban included condoms, sponges, or
prophylactics of any kind, including birth-control pills;
and it was always deliberate.  Being only GIRLS and WOMEN at
Camp and miles away from any men, supposedly we didn't
*need* any.  We never had a man, or even a boy at camp
before, they weren't allowed to even visit; so why should
we?  We're supposedly all proper little Girl Scouts who
never heard of sex.  <Snort!> Nobody ever expected the whole
Camp to be giving out free Girl Scout Camp Nookies to a
pervert like you, for the entire month; and once you were
there, it was way too late to change the rules.  Nobody
wanted to explain to everybody why they needed to.  Heck,
there's even a few of the girls at Camp, even after all of
your personal demonstrations, that STILL don't have any real
idea of how babies get made or why they might need to use
any protection, or even what protection IS and for what.  To
those particular girls, sex, man/woman intercourse like we
have and like you were having with each of them several
times apiece, just feels good, and is something really fun
to do with a guy ... especially a real man like your own
father; and you taught that to all the girls down there
quite well, you know.  It didn't seem to the rest of the
girls to be our business to tell them, either.  So far,
they're all quite happy not knowing; those of us who *do*
know are all happy too; so why make those girls worry about
something they might not need to?"
     I almost drove off the road and into a tree; only the
wide ditch between the shoulder and windbreak giving me
enough distance to miss.
     
     Now you'd *think* that learning such a thing would be
hard to cap; but Karen managed it.  When we got home (the
girl having learned her lesson NOT to surprise me while
driving) Karen told me the rest:  That every one of the sexy
pairs of nubile and pubescent young girls who had slept with
me each night over the last month were selected to be as
close as possible to the middle of their periods on those
nights; while the few girls remaining in her troop who
didn't get to spend the night with me had extra "priority"
for sex during the days when *they* were between periods.
No wonder I couldn't figure the system out!  Also, no wonder
I never once got a bloody prick except from the few virgins.
That also had been nagging me; as with that number of
pubescent girls hot for my bod and swollen prick, you'd
expect a few of the kids to be, "on the rag"; but none ever
was.
     If you'll pardon the expression: No bloody wonder!
      Still later, my sadistic young daughter let the other
shoe drop: "Oh, by the way, Daddy ... Mom's pregnant too."
I'd forgotten that my wife, along with me and all the rest
of the female Staff at Girl Scout Camp, was also going by
the same rules of "nothing brought from home", including
condoms or birth-control, that all the Girl Scouts at Camp
had gone by.
     
     I was set-up, I tell you!

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